Richard Vobes, a gentle man with measured tones
Helpful content broadcast to many, inventive mind
Makes often light; on 'you tube' of dark designs palpable as night
Airless, almost we feel, and hear see bad actions
Observe distrust and fear, documented intentions
Of hostile vein, tenseness in multitudes inherent strain
90% the target say just a few, less to share with me.and you ' entitlement averice honed, affluent genre grasps
Sanity is sidlined, health reverseal oxeygenless gasps
Deny life support, its now percived wisdom do you know?
Intellectual nhillisam is systemised, yes savagery is
Suited is tailored, its wretchedness is at a euglogy, despicable action is festering, dispersed worldwide.'
Dear, God keep Richard sane and whole, guide him
Teach him, let more reality be told.'
Categories:
tenseness, absence, blessing, character, courage,
Form: Verse
There were blizzard warnings.
We scoffed at them. We were young,
and our children had to see their grandparents for Christmas.
No matter what, we were going to get there from Chicago.
Not concerned about the snow, we did not stop even after they closed the interstate.
We had already been on the road for nine hours and eleven minutes.
This drive that usually took us a little over six hours.
We had four children in the car, not only our three, but a friend of our daughter’s.
I am sure her parents were thrilled to hear the blizzard pile up reports on the news.
This is before cell phones. We had to phone them after we arrived a few hours later.
The children were twelve, eleven, eleven and seven at the time,
and luckily had no idea
how close to death we all came on that horrible December twenty-third.
This was thirty-eight years ago, and I have never forgotten it.
When I hear blizzard warning now, I do not scoff.
It is difficult to drive with muscle tenseness for hours and hours.
Feeling you are endangering your children’s lives.
Never again, never.
Categories:
tenseness, weather, winter,
Form: Narrative
For our freedom
My world is dying
Death becomes her
Or suits her
Her? What machismo is this?
The fake masculinity that rises from
Their system of profit
It is changing
From male bosses
To male bosses and some women
An equal opportunity that keeps ravaging us
As workers, women and men
In the name of more money
For them
To reinvest in more capital
And more exploitation
There is no end
Unless we do it, ourselves
Rising together against
The bosses
Our gains, their losses
Rejoice, a new world is coming
I hear it drumming
At their fences
Hence their tenseness
Rejoice, revolt
Two words of wisdom
So far unheeded
But oh so needed
Until we act
For our freedom
For our freedom
Categories:
tenseness, freedom,
Form: Blank verse
Painting in my art studio is a relief to me
My breathing changes the minute I sit in my chair.
Facing a field of snow-covered woods, my body calms down
Tenseness I did not consider all day is released into the vapor.
Stress and anxiety ease out of my cement spinal column
The perpetual neck ache I had not noticed is instantly gone
Meditative state gently picks me up,
embraces and loves me I reach for a canvas and
begin my artistic heart dance.
Color begins throwing herself into my essence
Choose me!
Pick me!
I smile.
I do have my favorites.
The begging does not hurry me,
I am centered.
I take my time,
surrounded by a natural blissful calmness.
My adoring angels and fantastical faeries visit me here.
They know I am vulnerable, and at my most receptive.
All frenzy, stress, and pain has dissipated.
I am my me-self here, crazy happy, lapping up their inspiration,
Feeling loved.
Categories:
tenseness, anxiety, art,
Form: Free verse
Sleep
Relax, shut eyes
Breath changes rapidly
Give every day tenseness away
Natural dreams take charge of your body
Weightlessness is your nighttime norm
Eyes have quit fluttering
Snoring deeply
Sleep
Categories:
tenseness, dream, sleep,
Form: Rictameter
There is a tenseness in the air this 4th of July
"Has something changed" we ask as we view the world flashing by
"Are we still the nation that our forefathers had hoped for?"
"Are our enemies of our own making or far away on foreign shores?"
The pride that we have cherished for these past two hundred years plus
Seems to be tarnished by events and we ask "what's happening to us?"'
The issues that divide us as a nation are not insurmountable
But we wonder if the politicians at hand are capable of being accountable
All great nations of the past have imploded from within
Their own worst enemy being greed and the weakness of shallow men
Time is of the essence and the future of a great nation is at hand
Deep within our core we are more than capable of making a stand
Here's hoping that we find the leadership and resolve to answer the cry
So in a thousand years from now our descendants may still say
HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY
Categories:
tenseness, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
My first memory was of you,
Your arms around around me,
I could not see your face,
Or feel your breath close to me,
But I saw your arms wrapped around my waist,
As if, the thought of me falling made you scared.
And that was it - but I felt love.
And then my memory started moving,
Not just in one way but in two.
And I felt your breath and heard your voice,
And watched us dance around the room.
I saw the way your eyes,
Cold as steel, blue as the light on ice,
Changed and slowly let down their walls.
I watched your lips move,
I felt the tenseness leave your body as you relaxed
You laid in my arms, I brushed your hair with my fingertips
Categories:
tenseness, best friend,
Form: Free verse
Revenge of a nation
Sweet revenge for Orestes
For the slaying of his father
Pitied his sullen face
Cold and no longer with us
Killed with vigour
His betraying sword
Sacrifice to Neptune saying
He ran away and left his life blood flower
A generation would not lie
But vindicate itself with blows
Marching insurrection of a nation
Flows with blood and vile imagination
Spilling on his head a leafy balm
A father is bequeathed as a flood
In the stilling of the night the creatures move
Pawing as in a place no longer dead
Numbing in the tenseness of the fight
Bringing a whole nation to pay penance
Calling to arms those noble few
That history has brought out in the night
Beckoning a call for something new
Everything is nought that wasn’t meant
Categories:
tenseness, death,
Form: Rhyme
Bewitchingly and exotically scanning your senses,
Softly altering capturing thoughts engaging memories,
Communicating with your labiums electrifying ferocity,
Soothingly gliding through the entries held secured,
Tenseness eases, with vigor seeking its acceptance,
Sequence executed, mere substance eternally explored,
Passionately coveting and craving, searching onward,
Dismissed interference, grasping for more savoriness.
Categories:
tenseness, adventure, happiness, imagination, inspirational,
Form: Light Verse
It is very rare, but a welcome point,
when absolute silence is found.
No screams or cries, no dogs barking,
no planes, trains or T.V. in the background.
No tick of the clock, no hum of the fridge,
no fans nor lawn mowers running.
No water dripping, no dogs snoring.
No laughter, no tears, no cars gunning.
It is that exact point in time,
I feel completely at ease.
No anxiety, no stress or tenseness.
I feel very good and pleased.
I think the reason, for this calm,
that flows as cool silk over my mind.
Is due to the fact that nothing is asked of me,
at that perfect, precious point in time.
For the contest: March Madnes
Placement: 8th
Categories:
tenseness, health, introspection, life, peace
Form: Rhyme
Here, take my hand and come along
Lie down in the bed, for you're tired and sleepy
To help relax your mind, I'll put on a mellow song
Now close your eyes and calm your body
Let the tenseness rise and you shall be stress free
Categories:
tenseness, depression,
Form: Quintain (English)