Skip Ploss
Skip Ploss
Aug 22, 2012

The lines are drawn
my side, your side

We walk our lines
back and forth, forth and back

A rut appears, two in fact
one on my side, one on yours

Our lines are marched
my side, your side

We never waver
never look at the other, never step out of our rut

So

Rut becomes trench
knee then thigh, waist then chest deep

We march on
we never waver, never look nor climb out

Fear of what might happen
bars us from communication

Quiet separation is safe
separation from argument is feared

We march on
trench deeper that we are tall

We march on still

Entrenched in its comfort ~ freedom ~security
Lorraine day
Nov 10, 2013      Nov 11, 2013

L ies have no part in this

Openness does

Visible to all

Entrenched in its comfort ~ freedom ~security

this morning, entrenched in slumber,
Quinn
Quinn
Aug 19, 2013

this morning, entrenched in slumber,
i dreamt of clammy hands on mics

as spoken word slipped like water
droplets from faucet formed lips.

i woke up,
and finished the poem aloud.

success.

a whisper from the fallen nymph | entrenched, her voice like a perfect fifth
Lines from a Scripted Life

within the wordsmith's labyrinth | my eyes like an abyss on absinthe
a whisper from the fallen nymph | entrenched, her voice like a perfect fifth

Entrenched in a red lotus, I find
K Balachandran
K Balachandran
Apr 20, 2013      Apr 21, 2013

Entrenched in a red lotus, I find
a blue one, mysterious blooming  in my heart,
a white lotus eternal, rules my skies;
golden lotus dissolves thoughts,
                                 gifts wings to transcend.

Lotus sutra  for love, life and transcedence
Entrenched
Frknmidget
Frknmidget
Jun 22, 2013      Jun 23, 2013

Embedded-
              Inside me..
                                Entrenched
                   Throughout-
   Threaded-  between shadows,
       Hang my gallows of doubt,
             Ensconced, in a part
            Of my soul I still need,
                        Are these
                Masons of misery,
                   Building walls-
                    I can't leave..
                 Silent they steal
        The sound from my voice
       While they choke from me,
                        reason-
                           So,
    I let them stay, I've no choice...

Part 1
entrenched every corner of man,
Sarah Boussy
Sarah Boussy
Aug 2, 2013

a burning candle killed,
a funeral by the reflections
of a distinguished metallic gleam
of swords and bayonets.

street-lanterns burned longer,
minute to minute.

death,
a uprising so certain and inevitable,
entrenched every corner of man,
whose ranks were slowly drawing in.

the darkness emerged,
and man appeared to be asleep,
nothing but motionless,
an apparition to remain.

I found this poetry challenge and ripped out a page of  a book, which happened to be Les Mis, and I highlighted words I liked and came up with this.
Entrenched in denial
Lines from a Scripted Life
Lines from a Scripted Life
Jan 4      Jan 5

Shiver images and
False steel skins
Snakes with the flesh of worms

A stalwart farce
Etched in his whispers
Gaining entrance with false words

Selfish, dear?
Standing there, proud
Entrenched in denial
Smothered in beer

Oh,
Shield me from his
Verbal precipitation
Like an umbrella

His denials are deeper
than the Mariana trench

the entrenched wretched waste of verb
Mike Arms
Mike Arms
Mar 13      Mar 13

the weight around absence of might
will slowly bury collapsed matter out of
our style

the entrenched wretched waste of verb
is sewn hastily to this fray
out of sight

the pale adventure will pause on a petal
resuming criminal affections of
the retina

one phosphorous bible verse thread
invents one stone knot end
ad infinitum

talons entrenched deep within tattered flesh,
Ian C Prescott
Ian C Prescott
Aug 13, 2011

A crimson kiss left stained softly upon her lips,
as her palms cold, clasped tightly around bone.
In dire heat within the moment,
talons entrenched deep within tattered flesh,
belonging to a facade of a man now fodder for the feeding.

A sacrifice necessary to appease,
The period of bloodlust.

*Omophagia, or omophagy (from Greek ωμός "raw") is the eating of raw flesh.
*Bacchanalia were/are wild and mystic festivals of the Greco-Roman god Bacchus (or Dionysus), the wine god.
 
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