Take Apart Poems

LABYRINTHINE PATHS

LABYRINTHINE PATHS
“You have no need to travel anywhere—journey within yourself. Enter a mine of rubies and bathe in the splendor of your own light.” Rumi
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I walk softly into the labyrinth,
knowing not what I will find.
Cautiously, I journey within. 

Through labyrinthine paths I meander
seeking answers.
Expectantly, I journey within.

Time unfolds like an origami crane,
‘art of being’ stitched to its wings.
Silently I journey within. 

I take apart this paper sculpture
each fold a lesson in being. 
Optimistically, I journey within. 

I look for truth on the crumpled paper,
the complex duality of my existence.
Scrupulously, I journey within. 

My heart is a labyrinth,
its chambers filled with longing.
Joyfully, I journey within. 

I emerge, transformed, quietly reassured.
The journey within is the journey home.

Hereditary

I try to suffice the unseen parts of me,
the ones I try so hard to hide,
to take apart,
and rip away the nature,
though it seeps deep in my dna,
and time through time the cycle restarts,
etching every moment,
every breath that I try to do myself,
is in the shadow of someone else,
and every step that I take,
is controlled not only by envy,
but at the thought i am no better than the ones I share blood with,
hence I look into a mirror,
and staring back is a figment of my imagination,
the person i've made myself,
is only in the ignorance of turning out like somebody else,
of having the dishonour and curse of being part of a family fueled by animosity,
the same attributes, the same nose, the same eyes, the same mannerisms,
no matter how hard I try to climb out of this hole and break the loop,
who am I if not following in my parents footsteps?
every step I have took leading to now has been guided by them anyhow,
so its only fairplay,
to pay them back for their care.

Reverse Polarity

My mind is electric and my heart hums
I am backwards but I like it because you always love me more when I am something broken for you to fix
I take apart my bones so you can slot them back together and pat yourself on the back
I am never quite the same after you leave your bloody fingerprints upon my organs
I am suspended and you think I’m falling but I’m flying but you want to catch me so I let myself go
I sacrifice everything for you so you can feel like I need you
(I don’t need you, I just want you.)

Together we are a beautiful nothing
I fly toward the sun with you so we can fall together and you can breathe air back into my deflated lungs
You anchor me and I pretend as though I don’t want to fly away
I wait for us to dissolve together, I pretend to be nonpolar so we are miscible
Dig your nails into my skin, hold my DNA beneath your keratin claws
Leave everyone behind and keep me forever

An Only Child

An only child
Never has to fight to the death for the prize out of a cereal box

An only child
Never knows how angry she can get when someone picks on her sister

An only child
Never has to cut the last cupcake in half to share with his brother

An only child
Never counts the Christmas presents to make sure everyone has an equal number in her pile

An only child
Never knows the joy of giggling with a friend an hour after her parents says go to bed

An only child
Never knows how exasperating a toddler can be when they take apart things in his room

An only child
Never understands what it is like to have to share a bath with another wet child

An only child
is someone I cannot imagine being

Silver Threads

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oLCHXfkGOIw

Perhaps if we were to take apart grief as we unravel life  
one single moment unstitched pulled out of time 
we'd begin to see that death is only a silent passage 
and we need not bear the loss alone,    
The memories of our coverlet years of love
will drive us home *  
Perchance, mayhap, we can take it by the hand like a seer,  
"we were born to exist and disappear"  said the Mysticeer   
and I for one believe that death is the encoding of life;  
The silver threads of Mercy are weaved inside God's blanket 
big enough to warm each widow, grieving parent, and child 
As long as we love well, while we are still here,  
death cannot take away our loved ones, nor their time on earth. 
In Love And Light, Your Mystic Rose

Funerals No Longer Scare Me

Grandpa got a twenty-one gun salute.
I shivered, knowing how much he hated guns
After Viet Nam
The last time he picked one up was in a jungle.
Fifty years ago.

They are playing taps now.
Sad dirge sound.
Grandpa liked Johnny Cash and Elvis
Both would have been better at his funeral
I glare at the soldiers playing taps.
Why is this so sad? Grandpa liked happiness.

Felt a hand on my shoulder.
My grandpa’s hand.
No one else ever did this to me.
I knew that he knew what I was thinking.
We were close.
He had taught me to take apart cars
And how to be a man.
Funerals no longer sad to me.

Make Earth Great Again

To make America great again
begins with recalling,
in capital cities red and blue,
public squares,
and wiki circles,
We are what health
and sickness we do.

To make Earth healthy again
might be a stunning start
to cooperate together, sustain
what and whom,
when and where and why no god or goddess
should invite us to take apart.

To make all souls wealthy again
could be a revolutionary end
to bring communal intent
back at last
from just around this next, or past
war-torn bend
of unwritten history,
life as peace-loved spend.

Matriarchal led toward revolution's rebirth
of this less patriarchal nation
teaching ecology's balancing truths,
peace for theological children
of deep and mighty sacred station.

Far too crowded
to chant and jeer
at those we can violently outspend
And yet room enough to join all nations
to Make Earth Healthy Again.

New Beginning

New beginning


Lights in the dead of the night sky;
The music plays waking the neighbourhood.
Electronic radio-waves leave no place to hide;
Wipe away the sleep from your eyes for good.


The noise is inside you now and forever;
Words of poetry dig deep into your soul.
You take apart their voice in any weather
And you are found wherever you may go.


The hands that feeds reaches into your head,
Leaving you without will; enslaved by a song.
You have become the beautiful word, never will you forget,
Or forgive them for not arriving sooner.  It has been too long.


Until now the sound had always been missing,
You were longing to hear the heart beat inside your chest.
Reawakened by love like you had never been listening;
They spoke to you like no other has ever said.


All the ends are now attached;
All the pieces fit at last.
All the words have been connected together;
Lyricists open up your head, releasing you forever.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

One of a Kind

One Of A Kind
By MEH3

The lady is beautiful 
The woman is sweet 
The girl is fine, 
she is one of a kind. 
I admire her drive 
I love her walk
She has that sophisticated talk
that could blow one's mind
She has a motor like Ford
A body like a Benz
But something like a foreign engine Audi R8 you know
Meaning she is well put together 
And tough to take apart 
You have to be careful with her because 
she is one of a kind.

#ItzMeThePoet

Time Pieces

TIME PIECES

grandfather clock
time so easy to take apart
this child
with broken heart
couldn’t piece back together


that moment
she frowned and closed the door
i checked my watch
second hand stopped
gone forever more


summer vacation

hour hand
locked on 3:00 o’clock 
minute hand
but a tick tock away
“tick tock”   hooray!


in my closet
out of body   out of mind
out of time
nor even strong wind
can rattle the door

Dave Austin

Winning Round

Harsh words impugn if slung in hate
and rip apart a calloused heart.
Expressed regret cannot abate
the pain that permeates our slate.

It's best to stop and take apart
the wagon which has run amuck.
Affix new wheels upon the cart
then shove ahead to a fresh start.

Deep in the mire, our tires are stuck.
Pitch us a chain and yank them out,
and with a teeny grain of luck,
no one perceives our coat of muck.

For friendship wields a mighty clout,
true aid from friends will spread a path.
If fortune bleeds toward that route,
the winner's bell will ring throughout.

The Curator's Travail

The day presents a journey, waiting to begin,
a font of wisdom in a strange new land,
each personage a soul to take apart,
although one never  knew those traveler delights;
the things to love,
the mystery to probe--
that vague excitement beating,
beating in a viscous river, not the heart,
but deeper rumbling, forcing through
and past denial,  echos of a distant consciousness
suspended in time's ether.

It is as art in powdered fragment,
crushed between the feet of desperation
as a history is wiped away; as in Iraq,
concentric blips of insight
clamor still, though now in whisper...
that dissecting souls is hazardous,
transforming, alien.

One soul
that would not breathe again,
that would not echo,
offers up its own creation--
poverty that we might not have known.
What was that beating?
More than history is gone.
Was it a sigh retreating
when the blackness won?
                   ~

Torn

A wall of bricks between us
Almost Impossible to take apart
every time we try,it breaks both our hearts
Even though we are meant to be
The whole world always disagrees

We could never love another
Like we love each other
But no one now can take the blame
The feelings will still be the same
Fight after fight
You can never be my knight

All the hurt you put me through
Yet still our love is always true
Love just may truly be blind
And has been before our time
Just close our eyes and pretend
That this moment will never end
 
Is there anything else left to mend
We were meant to be more then friends
It is funny how things can change in time
And how you will never be again be mine
So maybe if we were in another life
I wouldn't have to use this knife

I Wish I Were Your Air

I wish I were your air
So that you couldn`t live
Without me. But I swear
You won`t die, you`ll breathe.

Please, come and break my heart…
It` s an obsession, dear.
I want to take apart
My head. Right now. Here.

I`ll be inside of you
Without any doubt.
I`ll be your guide and crew.
Your heaven and your ground.

Waiting For You

U r not there in the lining on 
my palms...
Nor do I see you in the fate 
of my arms;
But your name is clearly 
inscribed in the walls of my 
heart...
Which no force on earth can 
take apart!
Why don't u descend from 
the domain of my dreams
& splash me all over with 
your endearing streams
Melt into my life like a God's 
grace
Break in my arms & end my 
chase..
Now living alone is just like 
dying..
& trust me,I'm tired of trying..
I will wait,however,till my final 
breath
At least come to me in the 
form of death...!

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