" When the Soul wants to experience
something she throws out an image
in front of her and then steps into it."
Meister Eckhart
Little bits
spin off like sparks
from a grinding wheel,
as if you are
being honed to fit
the dimentions of
an ideal, the template
of a saved soul.
Sometimes too much
is taken off, ground down
to where the will
is compromised into
a compliant automaton,
flesh stripped back
to gears.
And the lie is sanctified
as holy writ,
god becoming little more
than a product
pumped out of the factories
of earthly prophets.
I am a poem
a spin-off of the writer's
deep seated feelings
[A little spin off from my ‘Freezer Mice’ range]
*
Man’s earliest ancestor was a teeny weeny shrew
It poked its nose in everything as it went fro and to
It picked a fight with everyone that came within its range
And all that I can say to that is, ‘some things never change’
I’ve been having nightmares every
night.
They seem so real and It’s extremely
hot and I feel trapped and I can't
breathe.
But each time my torcher ends when
I hear bells and alarms ringing in the
distance.
I’m no longer a rookie this is my se-
cond year and love what I do.
People often refer to me a as a hero
but I’m no hero I’m a coward.
I’m terrified of my job and don’t think I
can go on like this.
I am a firefighter who is spooked by fire.
My team went in response to a fire last
week, and it was a normal routine.
But this in particular fire was out of
control. And it had a mind of its own.
I froze and I was terrified and my life
flashed before my eyes.
The only life that I wanted to save was
my own.
Now does that sound like a hero or a
coward?
Inspired by a drama series called Station 19
It's a spin off from Grey’s Anatomy
7-28-19
Alexis Y.
Shall I compare thee to a winter’s night?
When death kills all and life slowly decays,
Cold has no mercy and the sky no light,
And lasting long, the end so far away?
I do compare thee to a thing so cruel.
It's a perfect mirror image of you,
And I am not your simple senseless fool.
I’ve many strong supporters, you have few.
But unlike winter, you’re hate never ends.
It keeps on going, never ending pain.
…I thought we would just be forever friends,
But now I realize, it was for you’re gain.
Still, long as mercy lives, small as a pea,
God grants you love, and he gives life to thee.
Spin off of Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare
Hope you enjoy...
Man, I hate writing Sonnets...
He smiles and for
A split second the universe
Stops and I can’t breathe
Falling through the sky
I wait to hit the clouds
They’ve frozen
I’m surrounded by the birds that fly from his
Lips
Bluejays
Red backed sea hawks
I carry the oceans in my eyes and he’s
Got the world in his
Blue and green
Collide.
Slide past each other,
Spin off into opposite sides
Of our galaxy but somehow
We’re still holding hands
But darling,
They’re on fire.
Lip between my teeth he
Still smiles
The universe
This moment
It shatters
Brings the mirrors on our heads but
Who said broken mirrors are bad
Luck because
I can see him repeated
Re-
Re-
Re-
Repeated
In my eyes, the shards he shines
He shines.
Tastes like Mocha
His skin, his mouth.
Still stuck, the world floating
I’m his sea he’s my
Jungle.
Floating
The stars flicker beneath our
Fingertips.
It’s unnerving how so easily
And nonchalantly I deviate
Spin off in odd directions
Off on a tangent lose my path
Without roots and effortless
adrift I sway in the first passing wind
And let myself be carried away
By any summer’s night breeze
Captivated in some stargazing moment
Charmed by the beauty of magical illusion
While I naively wander from my inner kingdom
Unsuspectingly breaking free from freedom itself
It’s most disturbing when I’ve strayed
Because for the longest time the path home
Really seems like it may be lost forever
Before I know it I question if I've lost myself
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Spin off Happy Days
Na-Nu Na-Nu Shaz-Bot man
Planet Ork Mork fly!
© PoeTTreeZ Publishing
Fun for Marriage
We were in those universal battles of fingertips and of massages
and of hips and of erotic urgency, which she etched
reddish my mind to pound upward to heaven,
tearing my heart in pieces from bone to meaty load
and from the top of my head felt ready to spin off
into a lake of Star War & Superwoman!
I am not a fool, you know,
I bore down on her like a fish thrusting my body and ramming
my bone into her soul of the ocean and I stood there shaking
where a gaze of pleading desperation in her eyes has told me I am so special;
pushing up from the bed the tigress, I balanced
in a squatting the monstrous in position, but when I was ready to plow
into her dream this physical attraction
that we had for each other, as this damned morning alarm
called up the morning after, and I vanished myself
into a hilary face from my new pregnant lady!
Shall I compare thee to a winter’s tale?
Thou art more chilling and more turbulent,
Rough winds do shake the nightshade buds so pale,
And summer’s lease hath gone too far distant.
Flower Power was an ongoing craze
That was way back in the 70s days.
War was raging; folks were talking jive.
Young military men fought to stay alive.
No spiffy crib for those Viet Nam dudes.
They camped with Jack squat fighting governments feuds.
Back home, truckin’ was the name of life's game.
Hunks and chicks kept their hormones aflame.
Trips to Woodstock in a shaggin’ wagon.
Smoking their pot like a lit up dragon.
Casanova wannabes got stoned on dope.
Parents back home could barely cope.
To young folks, then, good times were b****in’.
Each went for their dreams burnin’ an’ blazin’!
Rock on brother; life was not a rip-off.
Life was groovy; love was just a spin-off.
© February 6, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
THE DECADE OF THE HIPPIES! (mid-sixties to mid-seventies)
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Talk That Way
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
the words spin off my toungue
louder louder
I see shaker women in grey dresses
bonnets
spinning spinning
in the field
secret smiles beamed to each other
secret circle keeping them save
the thoughts run around my skull
faster
hotter
chasing falling
and I can't finish
my heart pushes my blood
and I can feel the pumping
I can take in the oxygen
to keep us all
going
for now.
Spirits riding time,
in swirling clouds, mist and fog,
off the bluff they rolled.
Special thanks to James Marshall Goff for taking the time to explain haiku to me in a manner
that helped me to appreciate its imagery and rigid format.
"Visitors" is a spin-off from another poem "Heritage", which I wrote a few years ago and
posted on PS only a few minutes ago. If the imagery and emotions I attempted to evoke fell
short of your expectations, read "Heritage" and you'll tell more about what I was attempting
to communicate. This is my first attempt at haiku, so do be too mean. ;-) ~<
i don’t want to hear.
stop your racket, let me curl up
into my
self.
forget the new, the change,
freeze the turning point
melt my bones into quicksand
love is like a disease;
wherever you go, i
most certainly will follow
my body is a door
the fist that knocks upon
it is
my heart
the poets
they, the dead ones
speak of matters such as eternal, and everlasting
excuse me, pardon me
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
beautiful, ornate, twirling speech like the spirals of Notre Dame
forgive me please, my dear poets
my words are plain, crude but they do
hold my spirit.
…oh, i digress,
i flutter here and there
****
know this:
i travel you with me
our paths never separate at least not to me in my mind
i am stationary, still, steady
only when i hear
does the earth move under my feet
only when i see
do i feel off-tilt
you.
you make me spin off my axis,
corkscrew out of orbit,
hopscotch along the stars
dodging comets, heartbeats, metaphors and tears
only occasionally,
i collide.
]words unbind me, but only sometimes[
The love of dancing's such a heady thing
That all the body gets a-bubb-l-ing.
Fizzing, whizzing, popping, in and out,
Then truly-smoothly circling round about.
Hold on! to your partner; let rhythm pull and bend;
Foor-compelling action bumps into a friend.
Then spin off lone and grab the open chance,
And with your might of might solely solo dance!
"Ah! the air is rare, and so rare am I,
To swim my arms like wings upon the open sky;
Now down, now up, now down, now lifting, oh!
I must be flying! Bubbled up I go!"
Happiest now, the centers of heart and mind:
They orbit 'round the body re-aligned!
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