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A Poesy of Rhythmic Swirls

There are some people I’ve not met
Yet think of them without regret
as they have left a mark on me
with distant words they let go free

to thrash about the atmosphere
come close enough for me to hear
the tone of hope the angst of fear
the silence of a long-dried tear

a wind that tickles funny bones
catastrophes with ice cream cones
of kith and kin of now and then
of dancing on life’s ice so thin

we meet in passing every day
as unseen breezes they can’t stay
yet touch the edges of our worlds
with a poesy of rhythmic swirls


John G. Lawless
©7/28/2022

The Sea of Life

the sea can lie calm
or thrash about with fervor
then swallow the sun

The Deep Blue Sea Npm

the sea can lie calm
or thrash about with fervor
then swallow the sun


1/4/2021

Trapped

stuck inside these four walls
i pretend to be tone deaf
stubbornly manage to ignore
the incessant dull screams
echoing from deep within
i recognize my muse trapped
crying for freedom of expression
the artist bound and ligatured
itching to be let out of confines
craving to be set free to thrash about
if i ever get out of here
splash some colors wild and loose
drawing free curves and swirls
on canvas of every shape and size



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on June 9, 2019

Burnt Tears

Diane Perna
BURNT TEARS


I remember a tormented childhood with
Dad’s words laced with poison and Mom 
tossed acid on my tears by saying no words
to stop it and even joined it.

I remember that even though I was a small 
and frail child that didn’t stop them  
these parents left me to thrash about life
with their painful insults.  

I remember because my spirit was crushed
I wore an unmistakable frown
the wounds of my heart were inimitable too
as was the damage to my character. 

I remember Mom laughing when I swallowed Clorox 
and should’ve warned it wasn’t apple cider  
what I was left with was swallowing burnt tears
and always wondered if anyone could tell. 

I remember my sorrowfulness like 
hot molten metal running over me but
I kept it locked up and bound because 
I only found judgment that silenced me.

I remember pressing on through to another year, 
month, week, day and minute with the blare in my 
head of the brutal belittlement so evermore 
I carry the memory of those burnt tears.

Enlightenment

Every now and again
you look at me from
the corner of your eyes
and give a teasing smile,

Are you playing with me
or falling in love?

Like a fisherman
reeling in his catch,
you have me hooked
and I thrash about 
holding on to my last breath.

As the mist at dawn rises
and takes over the landscape
blurring the vision, 
My yearning for you
is leading me astray.

Lost haplessly in your thoughts  
I seek deliverance
like a mendicant seeking
enlightenment.


~A Brian Strand contest

Fatal Attraction

Besotted, beguiled, bewitched,
I walked outwitted and benumbed
into her web of love willingly.
She stared at me like  
a black widow sizing up her prey.

     What draws a moth
     to flirt with the flame
     or a nimblest fish  
     to bite the deceitful bait?
     What lures a fawn
     to step on the snare?
     What heavenly bliss do
     fools in love seek to attain?

As the moth 
singes in the flame
and brings not its wings 
to steer away
Nor the feisty fawn 
set itself free
try as it may,
So does he 
who’s smitten with love 
to wiggle and thrash about
like the foolish fish
until his last breath!

He who dallies with a maiden
With rue his heart is soon laden,
Dabble not with this flame of love--
A firestorm from the heavens above.
         Slip away, oh, slip away
         at the first light of day!


~Form: 3 Freedom

Disaffection

Your vibrant smile
haunts me every now and then
Sashaying strut like a peacock
is how I remember you
How come I recall only good things about you?
In my present condition,
I'm morbidly disaffected
Clear blue skies look to be dull grayish
In my pond of friends,
I thrash about like a dying goldfish
Ever since we split,
we remain a gossip item
The loss of your personal connection
has filled me with such disaffection
I loathe sleep,
being awake zombies me
Trundling off to work each day
in a coal miner way
So dark,
deep down in the tunnel
of my heart
Three weeks without a shave,
hollow nights of delta blues lullabies
in a den of flashing neon lights
Disaffection
has taken hold of me
Remembering your last words;
they rattle around in my head,
trapped in the throes of misery

Winter's On Her Way

Autumn leaves begin to mold;
as songbirds flee from the cold.
For Winter is on Her way;
clad in white and feeling bold.

When night starts to eclipse day,
children go inside to play.
And when all the flowers die,
geese no longer wish to stay.

Fledgling birds must learn to fly
before snowflakes dust the sky.
And thus escape Winter's freeze,
flying south till She blows by.

Cold winds scatter fallen leaves;
strewn around the barren trees.
And rustic browns edged in gold
thrash about with each brisk breeze.

Feel Free

This  door is closed
Feel free to scream and shout
No one hears you
Feel free to thrash about 
Let it all out
I am sorry that it hurts
How could you not foresee 
Your own destiny 
Hold up a mirror
See your horror
And stop blaming me  
Accept the stain 
It will lessen the pain......
Bow your head to the Lord 
An inner peace will be restored .....Feel Free....

Armless Nation

we thrash about
in a pool of our bones
squirting ink into the eyes 
of a million long dead ghosts

   beneath the blackness of our ink
we snip off the arms of our sanity
one by one by one.... we slowly sink
into echoes of our snapping beak

Look Up

 English sonnet

I'm way down here, once more ensnared in pits of my own choice
because I picked that shovel up, my shovel of revolt.
Lord, did you hear me thrash about, unmindful of Your voice,
when I began to tunnel down, the tunnel of a dolt?

Like Jonah long ago, I plunged and trouble follows me.
While in the deep, I find myself quite paralyzed by screams.
But when the dream is done, thank God, your eyes have helped me see. 
Once I awake, Your light exposes foolish, willful schemes.

If I'd not made the journey down to worry, guilt and doubt,
I could not see Your advent bright in rays of morning sun,
I would not know Your upward pull and what You're all about -
forgiveness, grace, a clear, straight path.  My nights of mourning gone.

When debt and darkness, fear and flight detain me in their sway
I pause awhile to recognize - the Truth, the Light, the Way.

Patchwork Musings

Patchwork Musings

Vying for order
This square
That corner
One's center

These squared-off life experiences
Know well jockeying for position
Is fraught with chance
Disappointment
Acceptance

The waking state knows

Nothing resolves naturally
No stitch in one's original design
Arrives at needle's focus point
Matching perfectly the original intent
Red threads
Clash with its attracted yellow
Black outs white

One's colors
Opting to make permanent
That square
Or the next
Find unraveling threads
But a question of time
Permanence better hung
On the wall of one's imagination

Still
We hope

Will our dream impressions
Be nestled beneath chin
Or atop restless feet
Where nightmare's fragilities
Thrash about
Disturbing tucked images
That lovingly comfort
Dream's Neverland

So long
This task of bringing together
The peach trees of youth
Nestling next to briar bushes of adolescence
Awaiting adulthood's gnarled disappointments

One's patchwork cover
Taken every night to bed
Merely wants the blanky of security
Insuring a safe slumber
Until tomorrow
Where more patches await

Pull Me Out

You laugh
As you see me stumble
Down the slippery embankment
Into the murky waters
Of a troubled mind.
 
You chuckle
As you see me thrash about
And you wonder if it’s just a show
An attention gimmick
Or whether I’ll actually drown.
 
In turn, you pity me
Wallowing in my nightmares and insecurities
Thanking God that you’re safe
On dry ground.
 
I look up at your face
As I gulp down my last breath
And sink to the waiting depths
With my hand thrust up
Wondering...
If you will stop your laughter...your pitying
Long enough...
To pull me out!

The Fall

Rushing through the forest,
Scratching vines tearing at our all overs,
Tangled up in glorious torment, together
Tiny clearing for a spell,

It's all very well, but what about
The journey back? Suddenly lost and
Fearful, you stumble ahead whilst
I am caught breathless in the brambles,

You trip, foot catches hold of
A stray bramble branch, but
Instead of stepping carefully out,
You kick desperately, I feel a tug,

Twisting, trying to shake it free,
I scream, your panic piercing me,
Frantically you thrash about, the
Sharpest part tightens round my heart

Too deep, no tears, last shaking
Jolts as you break free, and run as
Fast as I am bound, dismantled forest strewn around,
Thorns snap off, embedded in my all,
As lone and foolishly I fall.

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