Gord

2021-04-09 03:34 am

If I were a kite,
That could fly away,
with my only child, 
Or decide otherwise,
I think I would stay.

lynn

2021-04-01 11:42 pm

sycophantic silhouette
stalks into the room and
the woman who casts it brings death, immortal doom
she bids disguise fall when the man sees her though
never a dame, but bluegreenbrown eyes, same as you

you, who lives their life by ritual, routine
will never see the cold, red blood or the glistening sheen of
sweat on the brow of a new, soft corpse
or the embers of the flame that drive you north
your cadence keeps you pliant, your rhyme bids you no further!
what drove you to this, to poetry, to murder?

as the blade bids adieu through the back of his skull
and the red of his head grows increasingly dull
and the light bleeds out of the sword in his eye
‘any woman can see him orgasm, but how many see him die?’

Gord

2021-04-01 05:58 am

Care, while one died,
Hairstyle the brides, 
Yesses, I am fine,
Guesses, lies:
Cries like a child. 

If wishes could wish,
What would they provide;
A Blameless life,
While men drive the spikes,
Wishing to see eye to eye.
Again like a child.

Shapeshifter

2021-03-26 01:06 pm

Down the river, ebb and flow
Movement medicine, the way she goes

Directional breath, inbound out
Cease to dam, no time for drought

She is the tide, low to high
On her ship, sailing by

Wicked waters, serene seas
Sunrise, sunset, peace and ease

Floating to sea, where im meant to be
Accompanied by my higher self and me

Turbulent tides, channel open wide
Facing facts, letting go of lies

Dolphins diving, staring in my eyes
Sonic translation, opening my mind

A tug on my leg, 8 arms wrap around
Octopus arrives, leading me astound

Magical moments, divine intervention
Messages come through intuitive intention

Coast to coast, sailing away
In the depths of myself, I find the way

Tshering Wangchuk

2021-03-26 07:51 am

BELIEVE IN...
Believe in the efforts you put,
Surprising will be your output.

Believe in the prayers you make
This lets your conscience awake.

Believe in the smile you display
Happiness shall form an array.

Believe in the help you provide
Your problems shall remain aside.

Believe in friends you trust
Your friendship shall not rust.

Believe in the seeds you sow
The yield shall be simply a wow.

Believe in the words of a teacher
His words shall mould your feature.

So believe in yourself above all
It's human software, all must install.

© Tshering Wangchuk 🇧🇹

Gord

2021-03-25 03:55 am

By the tendril, sunset felt,
Like weapons in my belt, 
Chemistry I can't question,
Clarity in my bedtimes.
So lovingly I make expressions,
Like, at weddings,
Desperate for marriage;

By the ending, a farewell.

Gord

2021-03-15 04:46 am

Canon roar, castles go,
Grab ahold, gravel road, 
A rabbit grows, 
As does his habits,
A hobbit grows,
Shrinking his jacket.
Life a la mode, 
What matters most,
When paddling boats?
Loneliness,
A partner to boast, 
Havoc that leaves you alone.

Ell

2021-03-14 06:42 pm

I feel like an empty vessel cast away
The only thing that hits my hull is the slap of a choppy wave
I have no crew on board they all found the challenge to much
The cargo I have is overflowing from deep within my hull
The milk has soured & the whey of the milk is all I am able to smell
I once was loved in such a way, the strength of it filled me up
I know it is hard to see not that I am old & withered up
The way she pulled me towards her, like there was always a rope connecting us
The feeling this gave to me is far too much to describe 
I know that is is hard to see now that my ropes have frayed away
The sails are saggy, no wind will fill them up
My rudder seems to be broken, around in circles is the only way it goes 
I fill with dizziness, that is all too much & reminds me of the day the love went away
I know I will never dare love again, this old hull can not handle it all again 
So I will keep going in circles seeing the same thing 
There is no joy, no crew to fix me up.
The old milk, in the old vessel has been left on its own
The stench will never leave.

Wim Grundy

2021-03-10 08:35 pm

"Oh, weep for Vietnam! The sick dreams

Of passion-winged Ministers of War

Who sent boys in, who never living streams

Nor ripe rice paddies crossed to get their star.

Their Draft which made men fodder, blundered not—

Wonder no more, tho' sixty thousand slain,

But fly there, where they fell; and mourn their lot

Round their cold hearts, where, after their sweet pain,

They ne'er will gather strength, or find a home again.''

~ After Shelley, ELEGY TO KEATS

Gord

2021-03-03 02:39 am

Caustic fools, ictus womb,
Sickly youth symbolic,
Less useful as tools;
Into nothing I look,
Root causes, congress,
Dishonest responses;
Old meat, new locker,
Few cure, heal stronger,
Video, feed, Alone, Me,
My mind to wander.

KilltheDistance

2021-03-02 05:40 pm

Often at times, I find myself at war with my own mind,
Unable to accept that that I'm unable to accept that I am but a speck of dust,
Wandering aimlessly,
Crashing into everything that I'd eventually grow to love,
Then wandering off in search of someone who would eventually break my heart into a million tiny pieces until I'd convince myself to just give up,
But our species,
For better or for worse have an unwavering ability to persevere,
So I tuck myself beneath this dirt seeking only solace from that which left me questioning everything,
Until one day I push past the debris and rubble, a stock with a shadow,
And with each and every passing day,
I feel the life and love growing and shaping me into a stronger version of the person I abandoned in the grave I call these sheets just the day prior,
For no pain will silence me,
No discomfort will ever extinguish that which sets my heart on fire.

Austin Dailey

2021-02-26 12:35 am

A doctor told me ten years
But
You will have all of mine

Austin Dailey

2021-02-26 12:26 am

My boughs bend
From the snow of your heavy winter
But over my seedling, I will bend
Until my boughs can weather no more

My3Verz

2021-02-25 01:26 pm

Once I Was 
Was I Once 
Whom I Am 
Am I Whom 
Whom I Was
Once I Was

Gord

2021-02-25 01:46 am

Understand and teach,
Understated leaning;
Two doves meet, screw, 
Too political to flee
So peruse their feelings.
Undo seams, view my being;
What ensues is anarchy, 
Stop to stare at the window,
What do you see?
A world, without me;

Call the children, in at once!
It's not what in his heart,
It's the way he talks!
A speaking hall of mirrors, 
All it's brilliance lost.
Chicken mostly water,
Only poultry in part.

Justice and peace,
Butter and cheese,
Elephant man feels, 
just like bad dreams.

Gord

2021-02-22 12:47 am

For Mayor, for payment,
For wages, forced labour,
For most run four bases,
For patience, no basis.

Road changes like young brains,
Record-breakers, the role favours;
Horses race toward old age,
and the coast as it fades;

Full weight behind the sail,
Like regulation of the state,
Your neighbour, Your patron, 
Afford bravery for faith,
While some live, agate,
Judge races from inside of a cage.

Gord

2021-02-18 02:24 am

Smaller seaming,
Because he was younger,
and brimming, not breaming,
Avoided ringing doorbells,
Wrote love poems,
Fell for risks too far,
Bridge too tall an order,
Gambles on goon squads,
Heart, drawn and quartered,
Imagine waking to find that normal.

If life was dimming,
And one finds a switch,
Would you first turn it off
Or just turn up and live?
If I started singing,
Same time swinging my arms, 
Nobody listens,
Not even to turn me off.

Igor Goldkind

2021-02-12 12:44 am

LIVING WITH UNCERTAINTY

What if we thought of this uncertainty
as Jews consider our Sabbath—

As a sacred space in time?
Stop traveling.
Stop buying and selling.
Stop working.
Give up trying to make the world better than it is.

Instead, sing. Dance. Pray.
Write songs and recite poetry.
Paint the pictures from your eyes.
Walk amongst the leaves and the stars.
Touch only those to whom you have committed your life.

Sit down.
And when your mind and body have become still,
Reach out with your heart.
Know that we are connected in ways that are both terrifying and beautiful.
No one can deny that now.

Do not reach out with your hands.
Reach out with your heart.
Reach out with your words.
Reach out with all the curled tendrils
Of compassion that connect us invisibly,

To where we cannot touch each other.