Gaseous ice water floats across the field
White exhale comes out of the mouth or nose
thin roof, two infants crouching to shield
Snow remains in these dreary sacred zones
A wave of emotion that brings chaos
Roaring anger melts away the ice of sorrow
Distraught that melts cool, and again pathos
ink dripping from a ripped paper swallow
Pounding the beach of my dying drab life
Intermittent and ruthless, the tides swell
remembering the ancient sailor strife
If the penultimate wave never goes well
And fizzle the fire a fading soul can give!
You breathed on me and raised me to live
Were I to ignore the ever-swelling tide
Lay my head upon the pillow unheeding,
Allowing fate alone to be my trusted guide
I would lay life’s better choices then aside
Betraying the inner voices ever pleading,
Were I to ignore the ever-swelling tide.
Seems folly to live a life whate’er betide
Without awareness of choice interceding,
Allowing fate alone to be my trusted guide.
Some take the forfeit of choices in stride,
And I should clearly illustrate the needing
Were I to ignore the ever-swelling tide.
Like building where fates alone decide
Without thought of conscientious leading,
Allowing fate alone to be my trusted guide.
Their attitude is “come along for the ride”
No notice of those who unwary lie bleeding
Were I to ignore the ever-swelling tide
Allowing fate alone to be my trusted guide.
Written September 9, 2022
Just pondering on overall life
How to paint apocalyptic pads
Darkening clay ashes
Toneless voices
Endless falsehood
Withered, weakened
Ditched in favor of
gloomy, silent hallways
Refrains shouting her wails
How I'm twisted into a vast web
Feeling the quakes of helpless prey
In rhymed subtlety
fought dream's moods
Swelling elegies
Lingering sighs
Loom twirls on the death spiral
A wind song's agonizing aches
Swaying in their direction
On the verge of a breakdown.
Written: July 12, 2022
To the Dear Swelling Gods,
I truly hope your listening, for I really do need you today.
You see, my body is very swollen, filled with fluid the Drs say, my skin is pulled so tight, its going to crack open any given day.
The swelling is causing me to itch so bad, Im ready to rip off my face any day. Im so sore from the swelling, so this the Drs say.
I have lack of movement and motion, Ive had to resort to sitting in a chair, I can't do the things I truly love, because this swelling has no emotion or care.
Medication is not helping, nothing will take the swelling down, I am so tired of sitting here with a frown.
I truly can't take it anymore, I really need a break, so Im reaching out to you Swelling Gods, Ill take my relief for goodness sake.
cleavage deep then swelling,
Valley shown, cleavage deep then swelling, held with fabric stretch. The might of such a pleasant sight, made my mad mind, want to write. Pleasure seeing, what a thought, the given treasure, hidden naught. Stimulant raving, ever rare, oh, I shouldn’t stare. Difficult coordinating, hand, mind, and pen. for the present beauty, has taken my, old and devious eye. Now she’s standing, smiling with me, Hair bouncing backwards, the sight, I almost do not bare. With the wink of knowing, she turns, slow with curving result, this young woman, has made this old soul float, dreaming, remembering, the old son’s cult. You, lady giving, your excellent quelling, will remain, with me this day, Oh, how I wish, I had asked her to stay.
Sweet Thin, Swelling Lust
Honey tasting, Sweet thin, Swelling Lust, Never enough! The ever giving, Wanted and thrilling, Waves of overwhelming, heated need. This my intensity, wasted on nothing, memory will always heed.
Still the past, Make it the presence, Travel with me, Years be gone, We the future, Time stand by, Only the memory, Lasting forever more, Will show that we, The existing, Are, the truly freed.
Red swelling
Red swelling, curving waves, barbed for protection, the picking knaves. Sweet detection, granted wealth, scent luring, casting tempered spell. Grasping the knowing, needed want, you the restoring, making the wanting, long will I dwell. Oh, Season last long, thanks for the giving, Rose, I know you well.
Broken dreams and silent schemes
ripple swelling crys
silent nights of hidden fright
wave's now pass you by
detest these broken shadows
these flames of fickering light
april in the mist of time
sorrow hold it's flight
wake the dormant times of past
arise become your flight
april taste you glory
april seize your mind
arise this fire yearning
the glory of your ride
broken dreams and silent schemes
ripple swelling cry's
awake with your heart burning
it's love within your eye's
Compelling and Swelling
When you have something to do which is compelling
Will it always seem like your head is swelling
Like poem wanting to come out and be written down
Which sometime in life may become world renown.
To write poems as hard as I can will always try
But what you should do is significantly simplify
So I never, ever will create some scene
And make it easy to create icon on my screen.
Now a whole lot easier everything will be
And I will not feel trapped and finally free
Much easier your program I can utilize
More quickly than you would ever realize.
James Thomas Horn
www.poetrysoup.com
The beating and pumping of vitality,
Floats down the protrusion of acceptance and validity,
And your consciousness slithers out of my hand.
Rather than soaring among the vapors,
You pool in the soil and muddle innocence,
Dripping and swirling in melted mercy,
You cloud conclusions and rid my body of clarity.
Plumes and tornados of guilty dust,
Infect my young lungs,
And corrupt the mind of the feeble,
And that pounding in your vacant chest,
Falls to a flutter,
Descends—
Stops.
And I will sob until you wake up.
Look arround,
every thing you see
are bright freshness of air
in which man,
dwells heather.
Yeah, the environment,
it's the swelling of nature.
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