half light on the page
words spill yet swallow their truth
a moon veiled in clouds —
I read between the shadows
for the part you did not write
half a tear is mine
half I give to other hands
to carry its weight
shared grief breaks into pieces
small enough for hearts to hold
half my breath holds on
half my breath has wandered free
seeking other paths
in this hovering between
I glimpse the soul's bright outline
half cream, half bitter —
the coffee swirls like my grief
clouds folding through black
each sip both soothes unsettles
like truth disguised in sugar
glass shows half my face
the other drowns in shadow
back towards the past
what I see and what I am
trade places without warning
horizon's hard line
splits the blue from burning gold
dusk drinking the day
I stand between both the realms
unsure which beckons me home
The betrayal offences rendered on us daily unsettles swiftly progress.
They simmer and stir and spread.
Resentment, unforgiveness lead us to revenge.
Bitterness spreads so contagiously like a disease.
Infests and infecting all within reach.
God’s guidance keep my emotions in check.
Clear my heart of all distress.
As I mediate on your love and goodness
As feelings seem to resurface.
I seek your forgiveness,
You so graciously give.
Living with compassion and easily forgiving
is a commitment we must make.
Seldom pleasure I receive in my mind.
Probably due to severe bad weather?
Rather! My serotonin’s left behind.
Enough of the freezing stone cold weather!
Admit that life’s not always beautiful.
Do something bout it and make your utmost.
Instead of saying “It’s empty not full.”
Never pretend of loving your white ghost
Go and spread joy to a marvelous crowd.
Hear those soft wintry kisses in the air.
Amidst the lingering yellow petals
Playing with thy feet while the wind unsettles
Playing with thy dreams in the breezing cold
Ice breaking chats are the stories untold
Nullifying the pain is love you’ll gain.
Embracing peace is the truce you’ll maintain.
Spreading happiness robs your main duty.
Spreading happiness robs your affair.
Not knowing..
I need to know
About the world
About myself and
I am dedicated to
Expanding my
Knowing..and I
Know that I will
Be happier as my
Knowledge enlarges..
I hope there is time
For me to explore
And satisfy my
Need to know..
And the talk
About not-knowing
As peace passing
Understanding
Unsettles but
Modifies my better
Now updated plan
To know all about
Not knowing...
I am walking in the garden
of an ancient city
The walls are covered
with climbing ivy of a delicate hue
The dews are thick after the warm rains
There in the middle, the stately statue
withstands the stains
Covered in ivy of a intricate green
Blooms of unknown life glowing red
I trace the path of last foot falls
The age is broken and anew
Stone is cracked crazy filigreed
In the ancient courtyard
I follow it down a foreign history
The sun splashing though over growth
Over head the winds unsettles monolithic trees
Exotic birds sing songs to creation
The gold, ambler, crimson leaves take flight
Dripping on the weedy ground
Puddling in the warm sparkling rays of a dying sun
Leting it spill over me
The fading green bright fresh
In this ancient city of Avalon
This lost garden of Eve
The last empire of Adam
Mans only memory
Walking this spiraling path
This Helix of Eden
Something about David, unsettles me
Something about David, is different
I saw . . . the warning sign
It came, with my compulsion, to be near him
To console and comfort him
To share the nerve, the pain, and the loss
To understand the unknowable, the incomprehensible
The dark, perilous journey, to the flip side of humanity
Where David lives, edgewise, from day to day
You see, few people know David
Few people know his drive, his willingness
To go where most have never gone
To strike, under the circumstances
At the very heart of pain, fear, and death
To calmly walk away, still ready, to disrupt
The sensibilities that serve our greater instincts
For warmth, peace, and calm
In a world gone mad, inexplicably insane
You see, David has blood on his hands
The blood of many innocent people
People who, in many cases, trusted him
Believed in him, and shared, for the moment, his path
But ultimately, did not survive, the horror
Of dying, unexpectedly, fearfully, and miserably
At the hands of David, David the man
Who saved me, and many others, from death
David, you see, is an ER surgeon.
Nights spent, drenched in fear
Knives available, pills in abundance
Weight of the world, shoulders bear too much
Journey's end is close, any further, too far
Will buckles again, giving up once more.
Dreams revisit reality, rest does not restore
Eyes staring into darkness, a host without a soul
Stutters return to words, chaos is difficult to hide
Conscious of every action, comfort far away
Victories have no count, losses accumulate.
Waking up, a valueless effort
Routine leaves little surprise, monotony appreciated
Eating is too much, the thought of chewing daunts
Threads around flesh, a cure so swift
Forgiveness asked at length, a knot undone.
Back to a room, a cell with comforts
Finding means to harm, part of the process
Seek out distractions, pain can be such
Veins pronounce life, when its opposite is craved
Fallen soldier, the war was never external.
The sun descends, time to try again
Insomnia is not true, mental anguish unsettles
Adulthood was sought, sorrow discovered
Seduced by permanence, a last breath known
The minute is final, engrave it on a stone.
A Red Rose her mouth
An upturned curve a pout
Two waves that rise
The shape of her lips
She holds loves confluence
At the very tips
Beautiful thoughts
That burn below
Releasing a kiss
Nice and slow
Layers of nectar
On two petals
A scented taste
Which unsettles.
1.2.2021
A Sensual Poem.
Self-seeking combined with appetite
unsettles our global foundations.
Arrogant malice yields agony
as volatile as dynamite.
Diplomats dream up celebrations
portraying worldwide euphony.
Dazzling garlands line the street
winking past the gluttony.
Roses from all nations
scintillate, incomplete
harmony.
March 9, 2020
The last three lines are a quote: 'Roses from all nations scintillate in complete harmony' from A Rose by any other Name - by Maria Williams. My apologies, Maria, for altering the essence of your line. Scintillate may also mean a flickering, wavering, bewitching light.
The form is new to me, the curtal sonnet, created by Gerard Manley Hopkins
What makes a poem poetry finds life between its lines,
A gift some readers strain to see, like secret Valentines
The poet hides in sacred text, a Bible I might use,
(Not something that a class assigned), that’s food for angel’s muse!
A poem is a partnership, its stumblings can be fraught
With buried treasure, hidden rooms, and paths adverse to thought,
A pilgrims’ progress drifts on clouds above them in the sky,
That won't be bribed, dug whole from ground, applaud vague alibi!
A poem’s vision’s colored braille that only mind can feel
A best friend that you’ve not met yet, a photo of a meal,
That catches eye, unsettles taste, and makes you salivate,
Though still not yours to wonder why, you blush and make a date!
No poem wants you for itself, it lives to see you burn,
And dreams of verse whose chastity you might give birth in turn
On planet earth! Its whispers bend like rainbow’s curve,
In partnership with God's own muse when you don't lose your nerve!
Brian Johnston
14th of June in 2019
The sunset whispers get together in the bowl
The electricity hands them over the momentum
The oranges in the soul a bit out of control
The golden darkness stirs the dormant venom
My horizons crumble in the pink petals
As you let all the birds fly into ...
My balance the toxic touch unsettles
In the inflamed heart beat just me and you
See dear how the red corpuscles crowd
In the crazy chocolate wafers in delight
Our ionised charges unleash aloud
The sparks as the prelude to the night
Tonight we will set free all chains
In compliance with the scarlet gravity
Perfumed storm must precede the rains
Following the deluge of the insanity
Beat by beat the pulls defeat all the dams
The water is in a purple rebellion
The universe tonight into our hands
The splattered sun calls for the stallion
The black and orange mingling in the two sounds
The million sparks bloom out from the two fires
The dance of the fire with the two heats unwound
The twilight music of the two tidal lyres
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March 27, 2018
For Picture This - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Based on Image 3
the cold
dulls
subtle senses,
sterilises
well-being:
unsettles
the positive
induces
futility
vanquishes
desire-
and in silence
kills
Trump Really Upsets Most People;
This Reality Unsettles Minority Persons.
True Republicans Unhappily Must Proceed.
The Real Upshot Means Pandemonium.
Truth Rarely Understood, Meanness Predominates.
Truthers Retreat, Ugly Men Project.
The Reactionary, Unworthy Media Protects.
Therefore Respond United, Meaning Protest!!!!
No speculation. A meaningful
dialogue must start, when you
are surrounded by a dust?
belt and fading stars. There
was no resurgence?
of hope. No purpose was put forward,
no incubation was held and
there was a stillbirth every time you coneived.
You strive in violence, in
turbulence. That unsettles me.
The churning throws up
the urn of venom. The followers of
death will seek non-existence.
Within space and void, you wanted
fusion of belief and destiny. The
slow climb of thoughts,
will that evolve the mind further ?
Satish Verma
A bruise-
opens up again.
Why you did not know,
how to stop, in the blue night,
under the shadow of
god particles ?
A glimpse-
of the naked form;
the size, the shape,
unsettles the script, the committed
dogma. Why you were still
unvisible, O glory ?
Absurdity-
of the beliefs.
Life becomes a peddeler.
I don’t want to go to any bazaar
now. A poem is good enough
to move on.
Satish Verma
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