It’s always been this way
But now it’s plain for all to see,
Crazy not only draws crazy to it
Like a moth to flame, it also is contagious,
A flame now uncontained, blowing in the wind,
Spreading to the susceptible.
Like the corruption of minors
The insanity of our time
Grows while we passively absorb
In schools and entertainment,
In daily news and inner dreams
What was never meant to be consumed,
What never intended to be contained.
9/5/26)
Water my love, matrix, mother, sustainer.
Slips easily through my fingers, unconstrained.
It flows softly, all believing and seeing.
A living fountain, so free, and uncontained.
It's the fountainhead, the pulse that feeds the earth.
It's the medium of every breath and birth.
Its touch sustains every essence of our days,
In a flowing hymn that time itself obeys.
Yet when water goes, a watermark remains.
The scar of its absence etched in salt and rust.
A crust of sediment from dark regret stains.
A bitter nit grit that settles into dust.
It's not water's hand, but time's corroding breath,
that brands the world with the memory of death—
Its silent scourge true evidence of decay,
Of what, just pure water could not wash away.
The Moon Crestfallen
Over A Wounded Sea
Of
Every
Sorrow's
Rain.
Uncontained.
-Gray Squirrel
10-01-2025
my endless void of grief breathes pain
no light, no hope, no peace, no gain
just aching hollow uncontained
my memories unspoken
on replay always broken
adrift upon a glassy sea
of nothingness, a nowhere me
sedated by my apathy
a shell, a husk, no feeling
a ghostly past comes stealing
a whisper sighs within the haze
a truth sublime begins to blaze
life can be better than this phase
The mirror starts to splinter
An end for endless winter?
then breath returns somehow within
and pulse where none before had been
a hint of light past darkest sin
dim, unsure, yet brighter still
to heal a long broken will
the journey long, dark and bitter
yet beauty found amidst litter
grace and strength to become fitter
inner light, no surrender
heart unbroken but tender
;
A dream of you and me
A beach house by the sea
A stroll along the shore
Knowing we want more
But this gets better yet
Wait until sunset
Stars and Venus rise
Desire's in our eyes
It's still a little soon
Not before the moon
And then a night of bliss
Commencing with The Kiss
A waiting music stand
A blanket on the sand
A chair with one guitar
Four hands, I help you barre
Before long unrestrained
Passion uncontained
The song we make and play
Carries us away
The heights that we achieve
Are heights none could believe
And when all's said and done
We toast the rising sun
Trump stands tall
Victory proclaimed
Cheers erupt all
Joy uncontained
© daniel miltz
Spontaneity 2-28-24
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Spontaneity
Arthritic inertia,
Absent of the Prime Mover,
Bursts into astral fireflies of serendipity
Coloring outside deliberate
Past ebony links in tangerine comets
In outbursts of the unplanned ad-lib
Flicks of incandescent glory
And slivers of glee,
Like dolphins leaping or whales breaching
Into the spontaneous’ ephemeral sparkle,
Ignite gusts of rumbling grace
Rushing past anxious spirals,
Sneaking past solemn's gates,
In explosions of uncontained whimsy -
As springs of roiling combustions
Split life draining millstones,
And rock musty routines that shuffle
Bathing the unsmiling dower dirge
With thunder dancing across sullen waters
To christen spontaneity’s godchild
With new robes of unrehearsed mirth
And a dedicated named -
Laughter!
WOLVES IN SHEEP CLOTHINGS
Darkness cloaked in innocence’s guise,
Wolves in sheep clothing, cunning & wise.
They prowl & stalk, in shadows they hide.
Their masks never fades, their true selves denied.4
Wolves in sheep's clothing, so sly & discreet,
They roam in the shadows, with eyes full of deceit.
Their words are like honey, their smiles so benign,
But beneath their façade, lies a cunning design.8
Dear traveler, beware of their sweet lullabies,
For their gentle whispers are nothing but lies.
Their teeth are sharp, their hunger uncontained,
In woolen disguise, their wickedness feigned.¹²
They weave their illusions in subtle embrace
With gentle demeanor, a soft-spoken grace.
But beware, for their hearts are not meek,
These wolves sheep claded, so sly & oblique.¹6
Keep your eyes open, trust your gut's feeling,
For among the gentle, the wolves may be stealing.
But fear not, for the naked truth shall unfold,
The sheep-feigned wolves falsehoods be told.²°
Their deceit knows no bounds, their malice runs deep,
In the land of the innocent, they silently creep.²²
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VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 13th February 2024.
It's alive, don't you see
the very air around you breathe -
Breathe in, breathe out
like the tornadic wind that turns about;
You cannot harness it nor reign it in
revolving within this earthly spin;
its images digress
along south, north, east and west,
terrestrial and atmospheric virility
hostile, unfathomable, primal futility;
It's the spirit uncontained
like stormy skies and falling rain
The earth, the air, and the wind lives in humility
the spirit held within, alive in its fragility.
For Miranda Hawley's contest,
Personification of the Elements
9/13/23
I can hear the bells jingle
My nose picks up the last month’s fragrance
The hassle to just see the month nigh tingle
The last wrap of it, a bundle of abundance
The first line, full of enthusiasm
So fresh, so renewed, so focused on definite paradigm
The debut of the other eleven all anchored on thee
Carefully we scripted, fashioned to never ree
To the countdown we began
At times in storms, rained on but on we reign
We were once our bellies, twice on our knees, severally on both twos and fours
But the beauty therein lied in the drive to maneuver through the rows
The most hyped moments, the most lowly of all
All made the journey beautiful and forlonged
To just sum the buds into fruits
To just water the shoot to foliage, capillaries to roots
So we see the hallmark of the sojourn
In each of the twelve stars taken head-on
Sum up and see whether it’s twilight
Or uncontained sunlight!
Dream your dreams,
But chase them, never...!
Chased dreams just escape
uncontained.. hunted dreams
are bold and run away...
They are almost never achieved.!
Sweetly dreamed dreams one day
come true...
dream your dreams, dream worth
a life... !
There she slumbers,
Under the grey skies,
Knitting her black and whites,
Into a tune
or
Call it a remedy,
Medicine for subliminal tragedies,
She is not gentle,
but fierce,
Painting her masterpiece
As she rehearse,
Strength is the synonym,
Risking on the surface,
The fear of being uncontained,
The pain endured Moment by moment,
To hold a life inside- Too affluent.
The cabin is a lumber store of snores
Sawing and hacking while lying on our backs
Filling the day’s orders of dreams and chores
I’m the only one up this early
Alert to the prophecies
With checklists of nails and hammers in hand
The uncontained forest fires north of Superior
Have painted the blue skies over Torch Lake
Opaque with smoke
Twine in the pine trees buckling with birds
The sun does not rise
But burns like a candle
Hazy and orange sweeping the hills
Lighting and fanning the kindling
Of our curtains and walls lampshades and sofas
Our jack-o-lantern cabin
Set aglow
Burning down from the inside out
Its scowling face spitting flames
To the Azaleas wheat fields and faces of deer
Holes in my bucket as I run to the lake
Too late
Too late
Yawns and stretches what’s for breakfast?
Melodies remain
Uncontained by time's goodbyes
Songbook of refrain
Immersed with dim, nimbus eyes
Chorus chords immortalized
5-19-2021
TANKACROSTIC Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
(The contest filled before I could enter.)
7 March 2020 7:37 Pm
My eye lids are heavy and laden with dew
I sit here alone with my life in review
Reliving moments that I wish would have last
And moments that I wish had never come to pass
Age takes a toll on the body
Like old work clothes all warn and shody
I will stop from my work and shed them and rest
When I awake at the trumpet call I will be adorned in His best
I will bow before Him my blessed saviour with excitment uncontained
While I listen to the angels sing as Christ welcome home proclaims
Though this life is hard and the trials are many
It is short and only temporary
Life with our Father will be forever secure
No sorrow no pain only Love and peace forever more
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