Eighty-six billion neurons reside in your brain, every single thread entwined.
But they are not connected like the links grappled together in shackled chains.
Between any two neurons lies a place where whispers are shared, and secrets are bared.
And the name given to this space bet ween, where two remain two, but be as one:
The synapse. That space where the slow wind blows through which flows the willow’s woes.
That stage between words on a page, unwritten thought connecting writer to reader.
That break in syllables, echo of silence, unspoken sound binding heart to heart.
That flicker in time between two choices, unseen destiny wedding dream to dreamer.
That pause where inhale meets exhale, unfelt breath linking life to death.
That silent spark born in the dark, liminal light joining day to night.
Between this step and the next, unclothe the parts of your whole:
Where is it, O tapestry of threads, you find the synapses of your Soul?
Categories:
unclothe, analogy, appreciation,
Form: Concrete
Breathe life into them.
do what you must do,
just don’t take them for granted.
Unclothe several words at a time,
jealousy is for unfaithful poets.
If you envision
deeper than any dictionary can,
then you are honoring them.
How many times
have you misused a word
knowing you were cheating?
Don’t cheat.
Categories:
unclothe, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Is it too late to put on
a slouch hat and overcoat
or is it too early for a T and shorts?
I dress in the dark
allowing time and light
to expose its itself upon skin and eyes.
This afternoon I will be busy until...
This morning is late and cannot catch-up
for it dawdled.
As if aware of its own magical powered
the moment opens-up
I relax
let the sky-peeking window
clothe and unclothe me
allow the sun-shadowed walls
to attire my mind the way it always will
and should do.
Categories:
unclothe, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Dear lilies,
your bulb that spring up
are memories of hope and bliss
from flora in solitude.
(A prisoner acquit from confinement)
You rove lonely like the evening Moon
for two lover lurking privily at dark;
it is wonder you unclothe them
where bulbs of you are rooted.
Your varieties, I heard, are flossy
call it a “Rip of van winkle”
with many daisies taking it stands
to flourish in all spring.
The moment I realised how charming
you gloss the month of march
my fingers began sliding into extolment
caressing the faces of your rich flush
that blooms through the venetian sumac.
Categories:
unclothe, culture, daffodils,
Form: Free verse
Wallowing upon a pillow of night
he tells himself not to think of that
nor of this.
Soon the slow spinning of mind-threads return,
every thought now is a thorn that must be plucked.
He wants to relax, bathe in pleasant images
yet each pool is full of sharks,
even puddles can be fatal
filled as they are
with immortal memories.
Eyes screwed tight; he wills himself
to walk a shoreline,
to meet a diaphanous goddess
with a thousand soothing fingers.
He begs her
to unclothe his mind of its hurtful past.
The soothing undulations of her presence
cease to comfort him,
rough blows of raging tempests
buffet him more fiercely.
He dreams
of walking lightly upon stormy waters.
From a sinking boat
long dead fishermen fearfully call to him.
He no long cares if they perish,
pretend to survive or not.
The waves recede,
and though they will certainly return
they will trouble him no longer.
He understands.
Categories:
unclothe, poetry,
Form: Free verse
You are the light of the world,
You are the warmth in winter, the shade in summer or so I was told.
And when we die, You command the soul to leave the body on earth.
When it is my time to go, unclothe my body,
Leave it in the field for the maggots to eat and the crows to feast
My flesh is meant for the animals, but with my soul I want to go.
Maybe there is a calm lake or clear water streams that flow.
But most of all my beautiful daughter will be there with sparkling eyes
And upon seeing me, her face will light up with smiles!
As I await my time, I will watch the days tick by.
Yes I will live again, not now but after I die
Categories:
unclothe, bereavement, christian, daughter, death,
Form: Free verse
Unblouse your breast
Where to nuzzle and warm
Areola to moisten and mouth
Urgency need, I scarce was born
Unclothe me in all unrighteousness
Sing for me no lullabye
Fetus reflection in alabaster eyes
Yours will forgive me, so softly they plead
The call in my eyes , so loving beguiled
Answers my whisper
Inaudibly you whimper
Reaching for the hearth of your home
Furthermost far, the call of the grave
But if I should die, please bury me here
We slipped passed the guards, their caution neglect
Our passion en-garde, the phallus erect
Discover a pebble in fissurely crag
Rolling in wonders and nacred in pearl
Both of us crying exhortations of love
Loving ungainly like giraffe on the run
Speaking in gibberish, talking in tongues
Becoming immortal banging the drum
Surpassing the portal the bloodhounds unleash
I Mount Vesuvius, youre so within reach
Im falling for you in tubular bells
Demolition crawls
Pots and pans all over the place
Flaming torpedos pock-mark the Earth
Harpooning the squid in ink fibrillation
Ecclectic joy in sense celebration
Two souls arriving from deep within
In baptismal breath I was born once again
Categories:
unclothe, baptism, beach, celebration, love,
Form: Free verse
There is no excuse. Nothing to blame
So I hide my tired eyes and exist in shame
I'm ashamed to live, I'm afraid to die
I find, I'm unworthy to look in the eye
So I hang my head low
And pretend I don't see
I pretend not to know
You recognize me
I come across rude, it seems I don't care
I run and take cover, the truth is, I'm scared
I feel forced to unclothe
Sacrificing my dignity
Short comings exposed
I resist, beg and plead
So when you determine what you think of another
Remember their journey has been like none other
Though your pride will tell you lies
There's always a story behind blue eyes
Categories:
unclothe, anxiety, depression, how i
Form: Free verse
“Never trust people who tell you their lives
are always beautiful……” – Unknown
There are tensions and strife that are normally swept under our skins,
as we smile to the world. We wear dark glasses, weekend smiles,
and a loud personality.
It takes only one intuitive question to our state of mind,
to unclothe our stage traits,
and reveal the brokenness and scars within us.
We cry, scream, and throw away anything close to us.
It takes a brave soul to stand in the middle of a park or street
and shout “I’m not okay”, “nothing makes sense”,
“I need a hug…..”
Date of Entry: 02/06/2017
Categories:
unclothe, conflict, deep, emotions, feelings,
Form: Narrative
Reflection of life
Unclothe by the harvest winds
Autumn leaves are tears
Edward J. Ebbs - October 22, 2015
Written for a Contest, Autumn Haiku
Categories:
unclothe, autumn, bible, earth, life,
Form: Haiku
Have you ever gazed on fields turned wild
Free, untamed, and fallow
Where the weeds reign unflinching
Exhaling fragrant blooms and countless seeds
Have you ever gazed on fields turned wild
Where erratic winds blow
And mice and winged migrants forage
A land that does not bend to cultivation
Or manufactured lawn
And blackened pavement
Have you ever gazed on fields turned wild
Passed by, forgotten, unused
And yet it inspires
Because it stands unyielding
Without submission
To produce organized space, nourishment, and foundation
Have you ever gazed on fields turned wild
How long has it been
Since you ran unhindered
Through unmanaged grounds of rich foliage
Where decorum does not apply
And spirits unclothe themselves
Have you ever gazed on fields turned wild
And longed to leave this world of paths
To transcend the laws of man
This narrow realm of limits
Categories:
unclothe, introspection
Form: Free verse
Have you listen, Have you heard
Have you seen, have you lived
Do you truly know
You walk the streets
You say, you understand, you will change
Do you truly hear
Do you care
We are people, we are a nation
We are broken and divided by your lies
You are our leaders
You were meant to guide us
To lead us out of the land of suffering and poverty
Yet you unclothe us and strip us of our garments
You take away our rights and our freedom to be free.
You manipulate us, trick us and teach us to deceive
We have become a divided nation an enemy to our brother a traitor to our sister
A coward to our neighbor
And a stranger to our children we are a lost generation.
Great leaders who are you
We are the same
We are humans
Separated only by circumstances
You truly want to know us
Wear our shoes walk our pathway
Live our lives
Let circumstances and experience be your tutor and guide
Maybe then you will grow to understand the cry of your people.
Categories:
unclothe, political,
Form: Free verse
Take off your clothes.. come out to me,
let me shower you with love,
Keep your arms wide open
As I bless you from above...
I`ll dance with the horizon
while the moonlight keeps a glow,
a rhythm hypnotizing
memorizing head to toe...
And all the while I sense the joy
of passion from your lips,
while I quench your thirst with heavens best
just so you know you`re missed...
So when you see a storm cloud
and you need to ease your pain,
unclothe yourself and call to me
I`ll send my love in rain...
Categories:
unclothe, art, happiness, imagination, love,
Form: I do not know?