My conscience works overtime in these modern days
temptations at fingertips so easy to be persuade
People seem different too friendly or not at all
with consequence of a greeting getting bawl
Small things uncomfortable never at ease
for no matter the direction you can never please
Staying home quietly trying to be calm and relax
troubled by neighbors fighting and one holding an axe
Nervous anxiety brewing more and more
at night under the bed sleeping on the floor
The world seems too touchy even obscene
enough to grasp your head and loudly scream
They always say on news he was such a regular guy
the nut house is full but feeling comfortable inside.
Deep within the halls of despair awaits a dream disguised as a nightmare.
Black as the night or bright as the day, unforgiven passion burns as though a summer day.
Relentless was the crow upon the grave of innocence that proved too gullible to survive winters wrath
The only movie on this flight that's shown
is an episode of The Twilight Zone.
That's what my flight attendant said,
staring strangely at my head.
My brain thread's still mostly on the spool,
so why look at me like I'm a fool.
My eagle eye saw the wind dislodge
a key piece of the fuselage.
That's the lynch pin, says I.
Without it, we can no longer fly.
The cabin's leaking oxygen and air.
Clueless passengers sit and stare
as I see my hand become a claw
to stop the destruction I foresaw.
The flight attendant meant to do me harm.
She stuck a needle in my arm.
I was on that accursed flight, inbound.
Now, I'm sleeping safe and sound.
A nightmare only slowly goes away
as the sun rises on a brand new day,
a pocketful of fingers,
a feeling that still lingers,
a sky that turns from black to blue,
and a story that just might be true.
It hurt to laugh today
my ribs are sore
it made me stop
and stare
What is it now?
what caused that!
I am falling apart
simple stuff
Is it a heart condition?
my cancers back?
pleurisy?
ribs inflamed?
what the hell
One more thing
on the pile of
one more things
I don't want to deal with
or even think
But its all happening
even if I don't want it to
sore and hurt
I can breath
so its not likely lungs
I don't know
a medical mystery
for the doctor to figure out
Getting old
is not for the meek..
One more thing
on the pile of
one more things
I don't want to deal with
or even think
But it's all happening
even if I don't want it to
sore and hurt
I can breath
so its not likely lungs
I don't know
a medical mystery
for the doctor to figure out
Getting old
is not for the meek..
Shifting alliances make nations queasy
though status quo frankly leaves them uneasy
Thoughts of confusion were swirling
in my head, and I desperately needed
a quiet place to be,
I headed to the seaside, where I sat,
gazing into the sea.
The calm, still body of water was
undisturbed by the gust of wind that
whizzed by,
Immersed in the silence of nothingness,
I prayed these muddled thoughts would
fly away like a butterfly.
As I turned my head towards the sky,
I saw the dark clouds were slowly drifting
by,
Suddenly, I felt the warmth of his sweet
love draining from my heart , leaving
it empty and stone cold.
Then, an overwhelming grip of
emptiness took a painfully tight hold,
The Sun was now barely visible,
Oh, How I wish it were possible to be
invisible.
Oh, how I wished I could let go of this
woe.
I couldn’t help but wonder if I was the
last one to know.
by Zyrool
I step outside, a world of beauty greets me
landscaped gardens, lush leaves on each tree
Yet my stomach feels so queasy
a vague sense of doom leaves me uneasy...
Sans freedom of speech, life is hell
afraid to break a single eggshell
Horn Latest Haiku
will feel uneasy
really unsure of myself
act not together
must be an answer
what happens next will wonder
did pray for awhile
God will tell me how
the right thing that i should do
to prepare the way
in God put my trust
sand a song and said a prayer
He made it happen
message had been there
am saved by God forever
what the Bible said
market did go down
God will cause things to rebound
give me peace of mind
God, praises double
As this cool event bubble
How admirable!
Grace keeps one alive
How else could one's luck survive
Through this troubling drive
A wearer of the crown
Is trained to frown
His monarchical gown.
Not for democratized town
People of renown
Sometimes go down
In assassinating ponds drown
The Dirtiest, coffee brown
Uneasy has to be the head
That is with power fed
Owner’s eyes, even in bed,
Ever watchful and red.
Uneasy lies the head,
To the others their head.
Eternally poetic,
terminally bound
Musing uncourted
—death for a crown
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
I want to show you how my heart explodes creating a world for us to reside.
A place where we can expose ourselves and the holes that hide underneath to roots that aren't stationary and vines that spring forth when our feelings overwhelm.
I want you to feel my body sway when the wind travels across your lips; whispering that it's okay to be afraid of words that cause cuts and sounds that leave bruises.
It's not a perfect world, but it's only for us.
Will liveliness find its way?
Can I see my friend again?
I ask such questions in search of answers,
but find nothing but afflicted heartbreak
when contradiction becomes aching past.
Forgiveness becomes a price
if woe becomes your regret.
I search for reasons to move on with ease,
search for amends from reparation found.
I must atone for the perplexed lost years.
I shan't seek unbearing pain
or things facing forlorn tears.
Stretched out before me is courage and joy.
I need repayment for wrongs committed,
wipe away my morose and disturbed fears.
I drown in depressed anguish,
intense grief and imprudence
can only cease when given one more chance.
I need to find peace of mind, but quittance
could squelch my agonized and intense soul.
My path's lapsed if it's traveled
too light with no warm regard.
Seven-Ten Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
March 6, 2018
Uneasy wit
Argues, finds fault;
Uneasy bits
Unmask default.
Uneasy mess
Reveal real pains;
Now more or less,
Hurts wear refrains.
Uneasy style,
Blunt issues poke;
Now who can smile
In bitter yoke?
Uneasy peace,
Words cannot heal;
Wounds now increase,
Harsh fate to seal.
Uneasy mind,
Heart feels quite choked;
Harsh edges find,
Sad grief that strokes.
Uneasy will
Turns round to bite;
Who can keep still
When thoughts incite?
Uneasy space,
Ugly with pride;
Just learn to face
Each turn of tide.
Uneasy ride,
Emotions spark;
Release vain pride
To make the mark.
Uneasy truce,
No one can win;
Stalemate and deuce,
Discord fills in.
Uneasy lines
Punctuate discord;
No one feels fine —
This Gordian knot!
Uneasy looks,
No eye contact;
No open book —
No turning back.
Uneasy gaze,
Judge and accuse —
Trapped in a maze:
Guilty? Confused?
Uneasy glance
Seek compromise;
No second chance,
Trust fails to size.
Leon Enriquez
16 January 2018
Singapore
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