Your moods are like sounding boards.
You can sound serious or sad like a cello or double bass,
you can sound aggressive or violent like a bass drum,
heavy and repetitive like a marching drum;
but also cheerful and lively like a piano or a tambourine.
It all depends on the wood you are made of,
of the frame and the capacity to vibrate
and the "soul" that supports the weight of the tensioned strings.
Categories:
tensioned, character,
Form: Prose Poetry
Youngsters ,
how to wait
of young people
maturity,
if they were born
yesterday...?
restrained gestures,
calm,
silence?
If they are bodies
tensioned,
hunting traps
checked,
boxes of
resonance...
Wait for them to speak
any less,
shake less?
Whether they are amplifiers
street vendors,
are adrenaline
and steel,
volcanoes in
boiling...
barely even tired
beat them ...
They are sun and noise,
turbocharged machines,
are free ... yet
so we wish them
on our reins ...?
how are they children
of the world...
But that's how it is,
young people are so that ...
We can only ask
to God that they live
on the tracks of love
that we teach them
on the paths
that we conduct,
until they
children are
parents and so
understand
why our
concern...!
Categories:
tensioned, allegory, allusion, analogy, creation,
Form: Prose Poetry
Her touch leaves no evidence
of her passing
nor does the imperceptible tremor
of her tensioned ease
alert her prey.
Too late they feel
her closing breath
seizing theirs.
©8/30/2019
Silence Poetry Contest
Silent One - sponsor
Categories:
tensioned, silence,
Form: Free verse
II
And did his rash actions give this prince
Cause, in moments of troubling quietude,
To ruefully ponder on all which could not
Be rewound?
A lamentable lack of honourableness and
Uncemented fortitude
Which brought those crashing towers down;
An inevitability borne from the desperation
Of his passions...
So unlike her own desperate passions contained
Inside the hapless extremities of a single gaze.
Her obvious compliance; the tawdriness of this
Sordid contract enabling an old-fashioned
Demand for dutiful obedience...but still betrayed
By a resigned sort of hopelessness. The futility of a
Guilt; his schoolboy-pawing of the tensioned strap;
Your revulsion; his constant bolstering...the
Belittling with that inane, maddening, witless chat.
Categories:
tensioned, conflict,
Form: Rhyme
loom tensioned for work
webster's pattern emerges
music warping time
Categories:
tensioned, guitar, music,
Form: Senryu
The intended was upended
by upshots unexpected.
Star burrts of ramifications
shot into the air
despite all efforts to stop them.
It was like trying to control
an armful of crazy cats
frightened by a dog.
Cries and scratches flew
as intended harmony
became unintended chaos,
with dire consequences en-trained.
It is so hard to predict
the hurt caused from
the backlash and bite backs
to quite innocent intentions
which tensioned the web of status quo
to breaking point.
How can the unintended originator
be held responsible when
the Unintended is a martyr,
a victim of their own making?
Categories:
tensioned, remember, social,
Form: Free verse
Spirited Love
Touch me thy fingers awaken my spirit,
like fire that’s wild my body it spreads,
through magical touch of passion alive,
my heart strings are tensioned harmonious tunes.
So nurtured in rhythm of blood flowing beats,
inspired with moments of beauty serene,
revitalised thoughts a paradise find,
sensual the fruits of love us remind
Categories:
tensioned, emotions, imagination, love, memory,
Form: Romanticism
Gathering force, speed, anger, malevolence of intent, from barren, rocky, cracked and screaming caverns they creep in howling secrecy. Slow darkening an unseen horizon, billowing shapes, devoid of purpose, roiling above the unsuspecting, unable to control the unseen future. Feelings, hatched and harbored hatreds, searing our vision of the world.
>CENTER>talons stretch blindly
reaching through times tensioned fog
clinging to the past
John G. Lawless
10/23/2015 UNSUPPORTED CODE
Categories:
tensioned, dark, feelings,
Form: Haibun
Talents hidden
Reflected on ones talents hidden
Yearns to find ones way to go
Within the worlds we know
Between objective unknowns
of subjective known’s
Perceptive to its elements
mastered needful inclinations
through journeys deep and long
Maladapted to injustice
to gain what knowledge needed
within the non thing of its being
we rise to face the day
confused within the turmoil’s
of hidden forces
repelled and joined in tensioned knots
unwind within the all of all
in the everywhere of nowhere
Germinating elements within its wholes
ephemeral as being passed
reflected shadows on the walls
displayed for those who see
regrets of yesterdays replaced
in hopes today so we can make our way
Categories:
tensioned, allegory, analogy, freedom, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Gracious smiles, a waiter waiting.
The service: quite nice actually.
The drinks cool and food sating
My average appetite factually;
Who knew they had coca cola here
In the middle of the desert... odd
Isn’t it? I ordered water and beer
And here arrives our saviour, god
And leader, dressed in a brown
Shirt despite the pre-mentioned
Heat. He never wears a frown,
Even at rush hour not tensioned.
7.30 comes and goes, morning
Or night, we arrive, are seated
And eat. The waiter is fawning
But nice, the food is all treated
And we eat it all up, fulfilled by
A fountain of beverages he will
Provide. Full, we give a goodbye,
And place tips away from the till
So the manager cannot see, risky
Business. But how to divide the
Cost? Calculators grant only frisky
Fractions, I only had a mint tea!
Categories:
tensioned, adventure, dream, faith, happy,
Form: Verse
Archers ballad…
My arrows take flight,
Steady, straight and true,
Measured breath, careful aim
Tensioned sinew over bone
Sun glistened on sweaty brow,
Sharpened points, purposed for difference,
I release you, release you,
Piercing air and realm of spirit, like you pierce my heart,
Designed and destined for the use
Of King, and His ransomed souls,
Find your place, do your damage,
My quiver empties
With sorrow filled eyes and smile
My hand reaches and grasps the void
Knowing already you’ve gone,
Still, I’m filled with the joy of you’re memory
You will be missed my little arrows,
And I will remain always, here for you.
Categories:
tensioned, allegory, family,
Form: Ballad
She walks away.
Girlish and glorious
laughter
floats
through air
like a kite on a string
that pulls
tautly slipping through tightened fingers,
burning a little,
and slicing through
if ever left unattended,
so preciously tensioned
against the cold
benumbing
wind.
Tears begin to flow
but I do not know . . .
my heart?
or the wind?
If my heart, then am I sad
to be here on the ground
or joyful
to be watching the kite
fly?
In answer, a quivering.
A wisp.
"She will not fall or float away while I hold her thus.
She will be beautiful for me."
Wondrous.
Categories:
tensioned, devotion, hope, imagination, introspection,
Form: Free verse