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Glenn Currier Aug 30
In the crazy busyness of the day
where electric sounds suffuse,
even a little chat is often a freeway
of words and noise.

And in the midst, he tells me
“Just be yourself.”
There I am
in the small space of silence
being undone
with nothing to say
while I wonder
what self.

A friend tells me they’re getting a divorce.
The doctor says the tests are positive.
I watch: the surge of floods taking homes and lives
or images of smoke and debris right after a bombing.
After a real serious play or movie.
In the waiting room after I hear she is going to die.

In those lonely tiny spaces
of darkness
I cannot speak.

In those aftermath moments
I am silenced.

How do I react
to being out of control
or make these things normal
or fit them into my routine ways of being me?

Silence asserts itself
like a wild animal
I cannot tame.

At these intervals
of being powerless
I hope I do not miss the chance
to humbly bow
in silence
and embrace my humanity
and smallness
in the cosmos
where it is utterly trivial
to just be my self.
In humble gratitude to Rowan Williams looking forward to his upcoming book: Being Human: Bodies, Minds, Persons.
Arcassin B Aug 21
By Arcassin Burnham


Probable and necessary to overcome and pursue you,
I know , your trust issues don't really have things to do,
but , butt in your life like every man is a disaster,
I don't do stupid shit to make you change your mind faster,

Don't you be one of those guys to try and tell me that you
care for me and end up wasting my whole time by cheating on me,
that Is what you said said said said said said said said.

Posting statuses about how you didn't mean to hurt my feelings
knowing you had all these girls on your damn phone,
hope thats not what I get get get get get get get get.

I can make it right,
show you that every man is not a piece of shit,
Show you that the men you've dated couldn't act like this,
fill your life with love and bliss,
I can make it right,
show you that every man is not a piece of shit,
Show you that the men you've dated couldn't act like this,
fill your life with love and bliss.

/

killing time more than we need to be seen in a pale
moonlight of desperation here,
You're a main occupation here,
drowning in my own lust i had swam just to get as far as i could,
to be a gentleman to you and your need treating you like a queen
like a should,
like Cinderella losing the slipper,
or snow white waking up from the kiss,
in our minds , in due time to make underneath the moon in pure bliss,
hey there you are ! where did you go the first time?
did my love not reach your soul and kept you lifted this time?
was i coming onto too strong because my attraction was real?
Or did we just spend this whole evening without my feelings spilled?
tell me what i did so i could fix it,
pushing towards our further sins,
pacing back and fourth like this was race , who'll finish then?
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/08/second-encounter-official.html
Arcassin B Aug 21
By Arcassin Burnham


never done this,
this is different,let me put my cape on,
I am gifted,
flying til I locate,
All your love babe,
flying til I get to you.

kissing til the night ends,
You love the time we spend,
looking at the watch love,its time to go,
you say no baby please stay,
don't want to be alone,
let me take you on a tour,

never done this,
this is different,let me put my cape on,
I am gifted,
flying til I locate,
All your love babe,
flying til I get to you.

/


If I had more balls then , I would made the first move,
People at my throat then , didn't have much to say,
If I ever got a hold of ya', while not being a fool,
But not talking to you in my head is the price I have to pay,
have to pay.
what is there to say?

If I would have fought for what I wanted, she wouldn't believe,
Knowing life is shit in absolute , It always is strange,
rhymes in my notebook is all I have in memory,
Of the things that got in front of me to get to you , I feel the pain,
Feel the pain.
My heart is so slain.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/08/second-encounter-official.html
Arcassin B Aug 21
By Arcassin Burnham


When the sun is off work and the moon takes shift and the
lights turn off , I'll b e missin' you,
As I lay in bed with the t.v. up loud while watching youtube,
I'll be missin' you,
Remaining thoughts run off at the top of my head but I'm slowly
calming down when I'm missin' you,
you give me lost thought highs, I ain't taking no drugs but I gotta
get you back cause I'm missin' you.

I know you wanna pick up the phone with shaky hands at a steady pace,
Sacrifices go out the window when i hold your face,
Cause now I'm contemplating love like I really didn't have a care in the world,
But if that were so you would have been erased,
Uncontrollable urges,
search for purpose just for loving,
Was it affordable to have a guy that you deserve or was it not in vain to sell
your heart in the first place,
I know a good guy would waste your time and all of your space,
bad boys come your way,
Your suddenly all nice, with me its all fake,
argued and yelled a lot,
but most arguments you just mistake,
I told you that I loved you everyday, It'll be forever,
Said fuck it and left me with a four page letter.


When the sun is off work and the moon takes shift and the
lights turn off , I'll b e missin' you,
As I lay in bed with the t.v. up loud while watching youtube,
I'll be missin' you,
Remaining thoughts run off at the top of my head but I'm slowly
calming down when I'm missin' you,
you give me lost thought highs, I ain't taking no drugs but I gotta
get you back cause I'm missin' you.

/

Situations and complications are that easy to surpass if you and your
companion have a strong a mindset to recite over and over like they
were lines at a play,
bed you lay , you can't see another on nights that you sleep alone,
ain't a happy home,
stepped in terrordomes,
this is negativity but it has grown,
can't but help to feel a hate,
in knowing that this ain't the place,
the time even nor the space,
should have apologized to your face.

But I can see you fallin' , fallin',
In Love.
Nobody else above you , above,
except the one thats above.
But I could hear your voice and its killing me,
from inside.
I won't run from your lovin' , your lovin',
I can't hide.
But I can see you fallin' , fallin',
In Love.
Nobody else above you , above,
except the one thats above.
But I could hear your voice and its killing me,
from inside.
I won't run from your lovin' , your lovin',
I can't hide.
Can't hide.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/08/second-encounter-official.html
Like a bolt of lightning
Shocking to my sight
Your beauty blinded and held me
As I looked into your light

I felt a familiar tingling
Passing though my loins
Electrifying and stimulating
Hair rising on my arm

We fell in love like thunder
Far away at first
Distant and faint
As it came closer
it was frightening
Sounds of stomping
From a giant’s feet

I felt it radiate through my body
Stimulating each cell
It turned to music
A sweet alluring spell

It passed as quickly as it started
A brief encounter
An afternoon’s passing rain

I knew it couldn’t last forever
To hold on would be in vain
Maybe you've had love like an afternoon's thunder storm. A brief encounter from someone you met.  A stranger, a friend... It comes on like the thunder and hits you like a bolt of lightning, and gracefully leaves you while you sleep.
rob kistner Jun 8
I find it almost compelling to consider that we are not alone
in this universe within universes.
Perhaps 'others' are observing us, concerned by our behavior.
Called many things through the ages, such as "travelers", "those that are", "angles", "aliens", "extraterrestrials" among others.
Maybe they have been here, and perhaps some of us have been there.    
As adults most of us grow suspicious, skeptical, closed, guarded,
and therefore unreceptive, potentially even dangerous --
so it's conceivable these 'others' would make their presence known
only to the pure of heart, who still possess their sense of wonder.
They come in dreams, visions, and apparitions.

Centuries and millenniums ago, when the world was less
devastatingly violent, there is a chance they visited, often.
Graphic and oral evidence of their visitations
appear to be found in every culture.
These 'miraculous' events,
misunderstood by less sophisticated early humans,
are perhaps the 'seeds' of the world's plethora of current religions.

Holding this mindset, perhaps these 'others' sought to know us
but they were frightened by our growing self-directed global hatred
and paranoia -- especially now
fueled by our many technologies of death and destruction.
These others would likely now consider us unapproachable.
I'm not certain if, when, or how large-scale contact might be made,
but it might eventually happen --
in spite of the 'if-or-not' of alien abduction and probing.

Inherently we humans have come to curiousity,
but not full comprehension, of this concept of impending contact.
With today's increased focus on the planet Mars, and multiple private enterprises moving into the arena of space travel and exploration, the opportunity for this possible first contact increases.
Through the distorted lense of fractured history and our fear,
we have come to call this ultimate contact by many names.
Some positive, such as first contact, close encounter,  the visitation,
the revelation, the rapture, or the second coming.
Some are negative, such as alien invasion, war of the worlds, apocalypse, end of days, end of the world, armageddon, and the like.
We are likely to misinterpret, as is evidenced, the actual nature
of this amazing supposed future event -- if contact is coming.
Much of this I might believe, perhaps I should believe,
maybe I do believe - in a grokking sort of way.

In that spirit I wrote and offer this sci-fi poem...
________

Moonfall


the dual suns
still crisp and bright
warm me as I journey
painting the strange landscape in vivid presence

this alien world
startling
yet fascinating

I embarked at midday's solar convergence
senses alive and alert
consumed by the thrill of exploration
heady with anticipation of discovery

I believed today I would make contact
I would connect

but it is day's end
moonfall descends upon this severe terrain
early shadows fall across my face
a veiled foreboding settles upon me

there are many shadows here
other shadows
odd shadows

disturbing specters
that disrupt my nights
disquiet my soul
steal my peace

they come unannounced
almost imperceptible

but no time for worry
there is still far to go

I am eager to move
drawn by the need to reach my ship
to reach safety

yet here I stand
momentarily motionless
immobile with dread

yet captivated by the haunting beauty
that is this planet's rising moon

a translucent blue fractal orb
ever changing
mesmerizing

I shudder and sober
turn into the evening breeze
and venture onward
immersed in rolling amber and coral
spread glorious to the horizons
of this foreign world
receding with the setting suns

again the shadows shift

dull confusion finds me
I lose my pace
draw up in momentary halt

nagging concern engulfs me
panic pierces my solace
bewilderment grips me

unwelcome
it holds me
uncomfortable in my skin

these feelings sweep over me
clouding briefly my purpose
obscuring my destination

then they waft
I see across the darkening valley

my shuttle craft
my safety

urgently I proceed
but again my mind fogs

I wander
and once more lose focus

an eerie mist settles like a shroud

moonfall is coming
coming much too quickly

moonfall

the frightening night noises
unsettling dreams

in mounting alarm
I believe I am in trouble

a sense of peril gnaws
builds

paralyzing fear

fear I will not make it back
before these suns go dark

I am afraid to lose this light
afraid to loose my way

afraid
so afraid

so very
afraid

_


rob kistner © 2010
(revised 2018)
i put the notes ws the introduction to thisvpiece
Willow shade May 28
Your smile is the best poem ever,
Your 'hello' -  the deepest spring of mirth.
As you filled my heart with your warm greeting,
Now I can jauntily fly around the Earth.

I feel gratified in my sweet void
Gliding through the sky, no pain or grieving
So, I am sure that I was not wrong,
You have a potent spell, that I am healing

To shadow, to rain and to make a rainbow
I want to be a cloud moving above you
Wherever you go and whatever you do,
You will be mine as long as I love you
Now we will
Get into each other
We don't need anything else
But just words
Ok start
                     You thrust an arrow
Of enchanting
                     Thoughts into me
Make me intoxicated
                       With it's poison
I endure your efforts
                        As I look into your eyes
Filled with so much
                        Of that sweet poison!
When you become tired
And thirsty for something
Unknown
I satiate you
Now
I drive myself into you
As you shed tears of joy
Now you find you
Spirit
Embalmed
In my body
We become one
As I shoot that
Arrow
Of desire
To enjoy
Every moment
Of this encounter
With me!
I am.........
What d'you think?
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