Untangling Poems

When Laughter Falters, the Forest Lifts

When facing a wall of fear and pain, I stand.
Laughing, as hope and calm slip from my hand.
I climb tree branches, easily, swiftly and timely.
Each thread a steady beam that holds me upright.

Up in the canopy, I cheer up, and start to sing,
A hymn of praise that only being there can bring.
I rise higher, holding trunk and bough with delight.
Each fork a foothold lifting up into the light.

I rejoice in the chaos of tangled twigs and leaves,
That encases me with living walls, roofs and eaves.
Their whispered voices rustle solace in the breeze. 
Bringing peace and joy, untangling my spent unease.

A careless slip — I lose my grip and start to slide.
But the tree clutches me, with a sudden, saving guide.
It breaks my fall and sets me softly onto the ground,
Its roots bear and steady me — till deep peace is found.

Moonlit Path

Slithering and Creeping Along the Moonlit Path
Where Dark Desires Permeates the Hidden Caverns of My Heart
An Enchanted Road, A  Supplicant Ritualist Journey
Beyond the Seas of Perpetual Agony
Confronting Sinister Vices In the Canyon of Piteous Wails
Seeking The Crossroads of Equilibrium Where Virtue Prevails

This Path Navigates  the Depths of My Soul Harbor
Abode to My Grotesque Daemons Balanced by Angels of Blissful Splendor
Goddess Luna, Witness to Submission and Surrender
Mystical Luminary With Her Reflective Glow 
Reveals the Doorway Pillars of Emerald and Gold, Arch of Ivy Hanging Low

Precept by Precept Steps on the Battened Cobbled Stone Road
Paved with Desire, Despair and Hope Inward Pilgrimage To the Moon Sage's Abode
For I Am a Wanderer of The Dark Night, Purposely Endowed
Untangling Threads to Complete My Soul's Contract I Vowed!
Hecate Whispers Songs My Shadows Sing
Of Liberation, Perfection, Growth and Healing.

In the Mind

My mind’s the only shelter where I hide
When troubles overcome and fear spreads
My mind’s a room where I can sit inside
Imagining I’m safe, untangling threads
Attempting to detach from grief and pain
I seek for consolations of all kinds
My mind is working hard to keep me sane
And it’s the only place where I can find
My dearest darling J, who’s gone from sight
Into another world where one day I shall go
But till my mind is living, every night
She comes to sing the song we used to know
No conscious life without the mind I gain
Only the presence of the mind provides reality
Inside my mind I touch the sun, and feel the rain
Your smiling face, my J, reminds of immortality.

Daydream

Ambient noise, the silent song of day,
TV static, and this high pitched ring.
Creating a vision through bloodshot eyes,
A vacant gaze meeting solemn void's stare.

Dreaming those vivid details as they play,
Savoring each moment and bitter sting.
Knotting and untangling all the ties,
From disposable camera that we share.

Die with a smile

If the world was ending,
I'd wanna be next to you;
witnessing the last sunset,
in the mirror of your pearl-shaped eyes
I'd kiss the oysters that cradle them,
one last time before it's too late.

I'd trace your bittersweet tears 
with a trail of kisses,
tasting the salty ocean that
burns up your wounds and fears.
untangling your brunette mesh,
as they tighten their grasp
afraid to let go;

I'll embrace you,
until your ice-cold body
melts into my burning chest.
blinded by the myths of forever,
will the dawn rise on us again, ever? 
So I'mma love you every night,
like it's the last night.

Your smile fades, the dimples too
no longer creasing your ivory skin,
i can see the sunglow and the sunset
vanishing just like me and you.
Your lips tremble,
whispering fractured syllables,
I'll kiss them for a while,
cherishing the screaming silence,
and die with a smile.

Chasing Secrets

In shadowed halls, I've followed the quiet threads of power,  
Charting each muffled cry, its subtle sway in time, 
Silently navigating the veiled histories held in their gaze.  

Indeed, the world is more than a stage for veiled hands,  
And the moon a silent sentinel of their secret rites, 
In hidden rooms, the sacred vow shifts to silent betrayal.  

I turn not to the relics of old secrets worn thin,  
Nor seek the stark truths in ruins of ancient bonds.  
Shadows are draped like promises, speaking of deeper dawns.  

I've roamed the archives under the quiet moon's watch,  
Untangling the snarled webs of alliances that bind.  
Yet, they hold fast.  

Sometimes, I long for the veils to be drawn back completely.  
In the quiet corridors, triumphs speak their tales;  
The secret heart pulses with the rhythms of old truths.

Forgetfulness

Forgetfulness is my new friend;
its frequent visits- I defend.
Quite unannounced, it comes and goes
to steer my mind into repose.

Although annoying- I must say
it makes me laugh in my dismay
of losing track of simple things
that fly away as if on wings.

A friend, I call it- since I know
it's part of aging and will show-
when brains are filled right to the top-
untangling thoughts come to a stop.

So when I'm frustrated that day
as it comes by and plans to stay-
I just relax and stay resigned,
and before long, my thoughts unwind.

But all in all, so far I'm blessed-
speak of forgetfulness in jest.
I'll keep on aging- best I can
to make the most of my life's plan.

A Length of Time

combing my unkempt hair
unraveling years of not caring
my freedom knotted with reckless abandon
untangling each strand of dissatisfaction
cutting as curls fall away
each length a strand of injured time



January 30, 2023

Bite Size Contest #60
Sponsored by Line Gauthier

The Cat Without a Mouse

The mouse ran through the house through a hole in the wall
while the cat lay sleeping down the hall.
cheese his favorite he could not find,
sculling along squeaking while wiggling his behind.
A cat, a cat he sees chasing him down the hall,
Laughter and an uproar with echos off the wall.
This little mouse still running through the house,
As the cat meowed with his speed like lightning 
The mouse ran up the chain of a cuckoo clock,
His tinny paw stuck in the middle hanging in pain.
The cat below meowed, I have got you now,
then clock struck 12 moving the chain.
The tiny mouse was taken to the top,
untangling his paw from the cuckoo clock.
He sat atop with two teeth smiling then said,
today you are a cat, 

Without a mouse atop this cuckoo clock

A Grain of Sand

With love comes peace 
Bringing a prevailing sense of serenity

With love comes soundness
A voice from within guaranteeing your safety

With love comes admiration
Those little things touching your soul ever so deeply

With love comes wholesomeness 
You can feel the merriment in every inch of your body

With love comes warmth
A welcoming feeling that inquires, ‘Are you ready?’

However, with love comes discomfort
The past wounds, not letting your mind free

With love comes apprehension
Will it end tomorrow or last for an eternity?

With love comes fear
Is it finding home? Or is it just another refugee?

With love comes disappointment 
When your longings and expectations are shattered repeatedly

With love comes rage
Warning yourself to hold back; all to guard your sanity

With love comes risk
You might lose yourself again or get to live your fantasy

Love comes as a bunch of tangled wires
Now, the question is, who’s worth untangling them for?

Secret Battles- -- Silent Wars

Secret Battles—Silent Wars

 

Telling my secret battles

Celebrating the untold wars

Unfolding my choicest memories

Surfing the virgin’s pathways

Rhyming sacred hymns

Recalling stolen graces

Unveiling the hidden shadows

Parting the puffy clouds

Unmasking the hidden faces

Untangling woven phases

Quelling our sumptuous yearnings

Quieting every inner wailing

Quailing at the broken words

Stoking my ethereal flame

Inner Peace

Peace came with the job of untangling knots  
Sticking together pieces
 left carelessly by the paths 
I blindly followed 

Peace came with 1 condition 
To swallow the bitter realities 
I kept on putting aside 
For another day 
Yet to ignore again 

And entertaining  no thoughts
The world forced on me 
Peace came With the responsibility of licking my wounds 
Till pain was numb 
It came with the realization 
And understanding I’m all I have 
And that no1 should be accountable for my vile habits 
Appreciation and love be 
What I give to only those who do the same

The Gordian Knot

All our lives we flounder about
untangling intricate ties –
First, with our parents, our siblings,
Our spouses and our kids,
Our in-laws, our relatives;

Later, we squander time away
unraveling our differences
with our peers, our friends,
Our teachers, our bosses,
Our colleagues and associates;

At the end of our lives
we struggle 
to come to terms with
Our beliefs, our faith,
Our dreams and aspirations,
Our Gods and our demons;

It’s the good old Death that 
finally cuts the Gordian knot!


~Contest: Relationships Poetry
~Sponsor: Robert James Liguori

Watt

Disturbed enough 
To dream of 
Peace of mind

The rat race glitches
-You to grasp
And me to find-

Inhale, Gasp

You’re swallowing the rasp
Of this universal glide
Survive

It’s something in your clutch
Hued and less imbued
With or without
Rust 

Growing in your clasp,
Threatening the mold
Dis s  o   l    v    e
When you think you have a hold


Frail, untangling vines
Soar, just in your mind
Where there’s never nothing more

Than this


7/8/2021

Writing Prompt - Grasp - Poetry Contest

Sponsored by: Constance La France

As Dusk Arrives

Night
            unpins
         her dark hair

       untangling stars
  as Dusk sets the Sun 
      down in the Sea 

        She'll comb it
            while he 
             sleeps...

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