Untangles Poems

The beggers prayers

Ye barron lands
I take a glance
Might the whispers
Accompany me
Winters may come
I stand
I fall
My troubled soul
What untangles me
Some may wish
Some may pray
In this world
What do the troubled say
Look to thee
Might the nought undermined
Sweet the gesture
Which appeared warm 
and kind
Look to the rainbow
If thyn believes
To morn the fallen
To let folk grieve
People long
From generation to generation 
Suffer not
In such a
Complications
Jesus, Jesus
Might my troubled
Soul wonder
The river of Jordan
The troubles I'm under
Jesus, Jesus
Restorest me
All that are submissive
Are lovers to me

Complicated
By those who gesture
Might the bliss of
Coupling
Be thyn measure
Before he neath
To ask one to
Marry
The troubles
Of entanglement
The scorns 
I carry burdens of faithfulness
Ought not not
Empead us to marry
Jesus, my Jesus
The threasthold
He carries
Procreate the doom of
Those of those
Against us
Jesus, Jesus
Might my wants of
Marriage have me
Jesus, my Jesus
Can I prosper
In praydom
Speak you as Saviour
Might my just rights come
Jesus:Jesus
My troubled soul
My selfish wantings
Oh Lord take
Controll

Fantasy rides status quo

In silent drumbeats of depression
throbs a fractal life of no "visualization".
dandelions fluffing in howling winds
fight with Halloween "hallucinations".
behind the dusk of a sealed doorway lies
a vast empty space of no sun-showers...

I need a spaceship
to take me to a place I have never been
many lightyears away to another planet.
Where timeline untangles and "dream" floats
treading "whimsy" paths by moonlight. 
Where crystalline castles of "imagination" 
build chimeras over craterous depths. 
Where a wandering soul can escape   
into "reverie" flights of a wishful heart.
Where in pure beauty of the still night
dazzles a chest of rubies in onyx eyes.

Coding messages in long forgotten songs
through rows of roses, Will I get my Mozart?
In foams of a sea, only sorrow and suffering, 
Will my status quo change to a happy ending?

An Opening

No human venture reign o'er nature's craft
of snuggled boughs transcend, amid a spawn
quandary mist, ... in its wake afar drawn 
out kiss, in dawn's rise, amends of soft draft
weaving loosely, threads strung in an air shaft
that untangles the roundabout, anon 
tethering creation, that hope ... is on
horizon's touched beaming flows from life's raft.

A spectrum cast shared wavering, ideal
longing gifts passage designer imprint
patterned tapestry divine, hail freedom
drop spills, lifts splash, sowing ... growing appeal
anticipant, of Heavenly blueprint
came a-calling, was a man called, Adam.

The Only Star For Me

The Star of David shines within,
seen by pure hearts, who're free from sin.
Feel it's glow at the heart centre,
orbiting which, love throbs enter.

Symbolised as two triangles,
love’s elixir, fear untangles.
This is our spiritual heart,
where we feel bliss ignition start.

To know who we are, touch this space,
wherefrom in-pours God's boundless grace.
Feel polarities herein merge,
bringing forth within, a bliss surge.

Go in oh hermit, go in now.
God's touch heals us, if we allow. 
Break down now, ego’s narrow walls.
The light of Christ consciousness calls.

04-November-2022

N/A in ‘The Only Star For Me Poetry Contest’
Judged on 11-November-2022

'Writing Challenge - X'd Poems Second Chance' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France

Serenity

The warmth of your touch 
Enlivens my pale spirit 
The charm of your glance 
Untangles my entwined thoughts 
Till serenity arrives

Cabello

She sorts me in parts
From one side to other.
I am symmetrical and asymmetrical.

I am closest to her brain
I swing around her freely.

I take a leap and kiss her cheeks
She tucks me back behind her ears
Adamantly, i repeat. She repeats.

I am tired
I rest on her shoulders.

I get confused and ill
She untangles me with her Clarity
She cleans me with her Sincerity.

I am hers.
I run down her neck and beyond.

House and Home

A house consists of walls and a ceiling
A home represents an innate feeling 
A house is made of bricks and beams
A home is made of hopes and dreams

A house is where we come and go
A home is where the minds grow 
A home is never too small for all your friends
It’s a place where laughter never ends

Home untangles the twist of melancholy
Lets the thoughts rectify the folly
Carries one back to the birthplace of truth
To cherish the memorable days of youth

END

Nature Addict

I am a nature addict
and I see people laugh at it...
 
When I ponder about the future,
or gotta handle the torture,
I look deep into nature
and she is my wound's suture
 
When I encounter persistent failures,
and when my heart mourns like a wailer,
I lean on the shoulders of the nature
and she is my only saviour
 
Yeah, I am a nature addict
and I see people laugh at it
 
Whenever I feel depressed
and when my muse is messed up
She sends butterflies and birds as guests
and makes me embrace the zest
 
Even a small insect turns my sobering mind
into the happiest one and the cool wind
untangles my mind's twisty knots and
removes hatred from my heart without my consent
However I know our mother nature is so kind

And so I am a nature addict
But I see people laugh at it

When a single wild flower grins,
and when the dawn chorus of birds begin
some esoteric sense of happiness comes within,
I am addicted, is that a sin?

I am a nature addict
and I see people laugh at it,
But I am proud of it

Final Blast of Contentment

Papers everywhere with words of deception
Casting out the times own torrent
Lifting off the eaves of secured gates
Obviously written so long ago

Fine comb--untangles our misery
Leaving money outside the door
Nothing is quite as free as usual
Now we eat what has been given before

Watch our poignant eyes defeat
Words do carry where the heart imitates
Left our devices to our own heels
Lost within the wind of long ago

Now lifting, heightening timepieces
Above our heads they become more real
Money isn’t about what’s left over
But rather--the final blast of contentment

Russell Sivey

Painless Endeavor

Eyes untangles the twining nodes of your blouse
 Exposing nectar factories that taunt naughty minds 
As their mouths leak the righteous nudity of their oblongata 
Their hands stay restless while their nostrils sniff your underwear

 Pseudopodia protrudes between your two legs 
As rain shadows form behind your eyes 
With each and every pulse 
Silent cries of pain follows 
While their hearts jeers with excitement 
And their bodies shriek and wriggle 
To the sweetness of your pain 

To one by one destruction comes 
As their pseudopods are dipped Into the volcanoes of cold fire 
Because they understood not what wisdom meant 
When she mentioned that a tree falls only to where it leans 
Because HIV now cheers in their veins 

AIDS is real guys-be careful where you lean

Ombre

Ombre
I miss you in the most strangest of ways…like a faraway song…

like lyrics of a folklore….

….an Indian tale around a fire ring

like a dark deep forest which I have always passed by, never lingering

I miss you like the sound of a waterfall

Like a dream that flitted through

Like a tear drop which got caught in my lashes

Like a smile that caught me unawares

I miss you like I never knew you

Like you are a stranger passing through my life.

And….

as the rain drops trickle down the windshield and become one,

as the snow flakes pass by the windowpanes and melt as they touch the earth,

as the wind untangles my tresses and veil my face….

as my mind holds back the heart and then…. lets it go….

as your thoughts dance around in my mind and become a dream as my eyes close

I miss you even more…..

like I never knew you,

like you are a stranger passing through my life

Birth of Dawn

Rising from oblivion,
Sol sears the fringes of night.
And gilds the edge of the Earth,
with His chariot ablaze.

Searing tongues of crimson flame
lick a scarlet horizon.
And the shadows of darkness
disperse with the birth of dawn.

A star-studded ebony
morphs into a sky of blue.
And the cotton-candy clouds
acquire a light pinkish hue.

Color untangles from black;
as shadows reclaim their shape.
And a lone pine, bristles, with
needles of emerald green.

The Morning, If It Must

the morning groans as she untangles from the covers
worn and blunt
from the night before

her eyes puffed and wrinkled, wrinkled and blink
winking with bleary sting.  mustard gas
sinking
swallowing in the hollows
choking the cities yellow
choking the grass grown over
grave row
choking the green grass
brown
burying the noble and their children
who only wanted revenge on
each other

say, the ghost shirt.  say, for the
virgin
no more wire, no more line
it all gets sent through collapsing
time

between
towers 
of 
aluminum

drowning man, drowning with the fear of
that fire
that he has forgotten, or
the fire that has forgotten
him
fingering dull charms 
that he has wrapped round
the neck.  to study on
to construct 
worry on
like a rosary.  a rosary of
dull, clanking, cold
charms

to keep him occupied
to keep the morning
meaning
full
material, predictable
to keep an attempted faith
still
able

I Will Learn To Unlearn Loving You

I Will Learn To Unlearn Loving You

I will learn to unlearn loving you
		if forgetting you will 
stop me from loving you, 

like breathing in without breathing out, 
		I'll count the days with you 
and uncount them without you. 

My mind untangles the tendrils of my heart, 
		our hearts.

It may take days, months, years or a lifetime, 
		it may happen or it may not, 

from wanting you and unwanting you, 
		from touching your lips to not, 

I'll bury my pruned heart to the deepest earth 
and not leave a statue nor 
a gravestone.

Perhaps the first morning rain will remind me,
clinging back to you.

My heart may beat again or may not, if it'll 
		my mind unceases and unceases	
		thinking of you.

My heart will forget forgetting you, for it 
		throbs for you, throbs for you.

Tendrils will creep back to my heart, to your heart.

How You Care

How you take care	
To make my small pleasures
Out of your great bounties

With what ease my beloved one
You build these chains around you
And stooping in grace melting in love
Mingle in my sight
Until this  face with all its blemishes
Untangles at every thrilling turn
Of your melody
And merges in your face

Eye in eye ear in ear sight and smell and touch
My Lord be me and mine in all and more such

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