"bypassed" poems
When the dust swirls in the March wind
the forlorn noon is thick with flames of the forest
and the meadow sighs in gold yellow sun
my eyes seek Krishna in that aching void.
She grazed the cows from morn till twilight
and though eldest among the siblings
she was schooled only in the blazing days
learning to pull her herd to greener pasture
venturing into marshes none would dare tread.
Not one groom could be found for her
bypassed she was for her fairer sisters
that went to school grew up were married
and ushered new inmates to the world.
Then a few summers past
when I had almost forgotten her
I saw her forehead smeared with vermilion.
But why she had to come back
playing once again the shepherd girl
gathering them for home at dusk
crooning aaaaaa….oooooo…..
I don’t know if Krishna went back to her husband
for after a few days she wasn’t seen again.
Only the winds howled in the forlorn noon
and the little shepherd girls who came after her
whispered she had at the in-laws
hung herself from a tree.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 8:04 AM UTC
I am the catalyst of this cataclysm
the catastrophe that impaled
the atmosphere
of this vagabond heart
that is shaped like a sphere
and an uncertain future
being build out of fear
that gets bypassed product
of my cynicism.
Secluded in my lab
concocting a potion for this illness
and when all else fails
call me the alchemist
nothing more than an
angst-ridden antagonist
my apologies to the pessimist,
my excuses to the optimist
I was born to be a *********
with a heart made of silver.
Buried in my bunker
trapped in someone else's lore
which in turn makes me the catalyst
of my own downfall
I was baptized a Catholic
without ever being asked
turn me into a Cyclist
and I'll pedal real far
turn me into a Scientist
and my lab coat will leave my side
turn me into a labyrinth
and you won't be able to find
traces of me, of who I was
or who I never came to be.
Dec 26, 2009
Dec 26, 2009 at 3:00 PM UTC
life
does not come from
breathing
alone.
1. to exist: have objective reality or being
indeed, it is the struggle
of life
to discover what
makes us real
or to be a being
2. to exist: be found, especially in a particular place or situation
is it not
the goal
of each of us, as humans
to be found.
in a place where happiness is
drunk by the gallons,
eaten at feasts,
gorging our stomachs:
swollen with happiness
as for me.
i am lost, itching
to exist again. to find my life
i am breathing
underwater.
but
i have no anchor
.
.
.
and
i
will
refuse to sink.
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 9:27 PM UTC
Do you remember that year
I couldn't sleep?
I ran into your bedroom
Almost every night
Crying
Making up some excuse
Some nights you would
Send me back to bed
Disgusted
I was too old to be bothering you
But other nights
You would pull me right in the middle
And both of you would wrap your arms around my trembling frame
And finally
I would fall asleep
Next to you
I was safe
The images couldn't touch me
The probe that normally tormented me
Couldn't penetrate my mind
I was secure in your embrace
And then they disappeared
For good
These images
They left
And I slept
Peacefully
But now
They have returned
You said you wanted
Details
So I gave you
All I could
It wasn't much
But it was enough
I thought I could handle it
But I couldn't
I can't
Now I am back to being afraid,
Afraid of closing my eyes
For who knows
What will meet me in this dark?
When I said I couldn't say anymore
I meant it
But when I said
I wanted to protect you
I wasn't telling the whole truth
For with each memory
Bypassed
I was also protecting
Me
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
I've never been to China
I almost went to France,
I missed a flight to Russia once
I only missed by chance
Rome's intoxicating
The air there is sublime
But, I've never been there either
I just didn't have the time
I missed a train to Scotland
Bypassed Wales, and well Why Not?
There's nothing there in Cardiff
Other countries haven't got
I thought about the islands
Bui I do not like the sun
So I thought about a cruse ship
Still, I've never been on one
Alaska, has the mountains
forests wide and big brown bears
But as you can imagine
I've also not been there
I thought about Hawaii
but I never made that trip
I thought about the hula
And I thought I'd hurt my hip
I booked a flight to Cairo
Never went as you could guess
Saw a story on the news one day
And Jesus, what a mess
The pyramids had scaffolding
The place was full of sand
So I stayed home and watched telly
And then that trip was canned
I've never been to Ireland
or Cuba or Ceylon
And at the rate I'm going
It won't be long before their gone
I've thought about the Norway fjords
and lovely Swedish parks
but I've heard that all their fjords are filled
With big man eating sjarks!
I've never been most anyplace
I ever set to go
I'm not sure why I stayed here
I really do not know
Next week I have a trip planned
I'm not going to Spain
And then a fortnight after
I'm not going again!
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 4:52 PM UTC
“I’m not the conspiracy theorist, you’re the conspiracy theorist. You're the one who believes that 19 islamic terrorists with box-cutters conspired with a bearded man in a cave then bypassed a multi-billion dollar security system to knock down 3 buildings with 2 airplanes. You’re the one who believes that buildings can come down in perfect free-fall and pancake form at free fall speed. I'm not the nutty conspiracy theorist, you are!”
Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 9:51 PM UTC
I have been,
Seen
And returned,
Whilst they were still blinking,
I have felt,
Experienced
And reflected,
Whilst they were still thinking.
I have been through the Stars,
I have bypassed Mars.
I have left this world behind,
On more than one occasion,
I have left reality behind --
Each time it froze-over
And became a Hellish abomination.
I have been to Hell
And back,
More times
Than I care to remember,
I have swum deep into my Abyss
And held my breath,
Many times,
Whilst it begged me to surrender.
But I never did...
I always came back!
I always walked through the woods,
Staying clear of the obvious track.
Only so I could return
To the Universes beyond my mind -- Homeward bound!
Beyond the stars,
Where my soul's serenity
I always find --
Where I always felt found!
'Peace' amongst a zillion thoughts
That continually evolve--nonstop!
They speak in vibrant colours...
Turquoise,
Teal,
Magenta
And Crimson -
Colours superseding
Verbal language;
Unleashing my Supernatural Powers.
Dreaming, whilst awake,
All for my sanity's sake.
I have...
I do...
I must!
To live...
To be me...
The me, I trust!
Lady R.F. (C)2018
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 5:32 AM UTC
The only role I ever land is "outcast tortured by the cruelty and pain of his past" I sure didn't choose this path, feels more as though I've been typecast, or maybe I am a ********* holding out for every last ounce of pain before I blast this trader living in my head for the last 30 years off my shoulders, through a window pane, then, just as fast, turn to the vast hole in my chest that once held my heart and press the cold steel to it with the mass of my dread firmly in my grasp, gun fire drowned out by echoing laughs, fulfilling a prophecy of my future while neglecting lessons from my past, the game of life feels less like a game of chance and more like a test that's harder to advance than all the rest and wouldn't you know it, I fell asleep in class and didn't pass, apparently I even tuned out the emergency broadcast. Went and amassed a losing record that'd be impressive if not for the direct contrast the win column presents and the enormous shadow my downfall casts. Harassed by the devil on each shoulder, I thought that maybe once I got older, if I could just stay on task and remain steadfast, I would be able to open a can of whoop a$$ and trespass the evil within this house of glass but alas I must telegraph my every move or they've seen a future telecast because they lambast each strike and I'm not sure I'll outlast these issues, I'm gassed, plus, problems have started showing up in mass from a much higher weight class, they must have bypassed the weigh in process but I've always known who the deck was stacked against, hence why I never win, I only survive and my methods would flabbergast most, the truth finds it's way to the surface and I find myself aghast, crying like I've been teargassed with no gas mask but I've surpassed the point where waterworks will bring forth empathy, gotta own my involvement in the crash, volunteer to take out my own trash and this time I'll throw my pain out with the bath water and be free at last...free at last, free at last, no thanks to god almighty I'll be free at last
©2021
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 5:10 AM UTC
So much is lost in the neuron journey-
from mind to mouth
from ears to you
My mouth is the source of great miscommunications
constantly tripping over thoughts
without the intention, or even a glance back,
to retrieve those scattered words
And so my saddness is audible anger
the lump in my throat was only bypassed with shouting
How is anyone understood at all?
standing under the shade of preconceived personalities
We see OUR point
but others' appear so dull
they dont leave a scratch on the surface
of our concrete cognitions
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC
Beyond this time and place
Reviewing epochs past
We will recall this phase
As just a stumbling step
Toward fuller consciousness
As we evaluate
The values taught
The goals we sought
The strange pursuits
We tried to mesh
When men bypassed
The quest for truth
For greeds
Of finite flesh
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 5:55 AM UTC
I don't know where we're going,
but I can tell you where I've been..
and I'd tell you every detail,
but you'd throw me to the wind
you think you want to know,
what made me who I am,
but you have no idea,
where these blurry eyes once ran
I'd give these words to you,
from the bottom of my heart,
but you'd be wondering where I left you
and you'd forget what made you start..
Things are not as easy,
as we all want them to be,
but life is just a challenge,
given to you and me.
If you dig too deep into it,
with anyone but yourself,
you risk loosing everything
a pattern that never fails
I've seen the way the tides roll in,
I've watched a plane take flight,
I've witnessed the birth of brand new life,
I've seen a grown man cry
I've been through towns I couldn't pronounce,
I've learned a lesson or two,
I've given up hope on a lasting love,
but I'll never give up on you
I've watched the sun rise from the East
while the moon followed closely
I've watched the planets I cannot fathom
shine brighter then the last one
I've been through the rain that I couldn't foresee
but I've bypassed a storm that sure would've killed me
and I've survived a few falls I shouldn't have had
while making a few choices that made a few people mad
I've flown over oceans, for hours on end,
I've deleted a few answers, when I should've hit send
I've answered a few questions that cost a few friends
but I've never lost respect for the powers that lend.
I'm thankful for the things
the greater being lets me see
and I live every day happy to breathe
I'll be there for you, forever and always
we can roam the states bumpy highways
open the sunroof so I can sit and stargaze
I'm sorry its not what you want it to be,
but maybe a friendship is just what you need...
Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 6:04 PM UTC
I returned from my second trip to Point Pleasant
much like the first
carrying back with me a feeling that I'd left somewhere I belonged
somewhere I had been before
not just once...but many times
perhaps I lived there
100...maybe 500 years earlier
things happen when I return home
the normal oddities that I experience
come rapidly and with more intensity
coincidences are rampant
and the spirit that makes itself known once in a while
becomes very active
a few mornings after my recent return
a glass light cover on the kitchen ceiling
managed to unscrew itself and crash to the floor at 5:00am
a few days later a 1990 ticket stub from a Paul McCartney concert
squirmed from the corner of a framed portrait of The Beatles
that I had hung on my dining room wall next to the table
it somehow bypassed the 6 inches of space between the edge of the table
and the wall...so it didn't merely fall...it leaped
and the numbers...yea, the numbers...111 and 1111
all the time...everywhere
I was watching a video on youtube about the JFK assassination
It was very well done and I was curious to see if it was receiving
a high number of views...when I checked...
his total views at that moment were
111,111
if you visit Point pleasant
stay at the Lowe Hotel
stop at the Mothman Museum
walk alongside the Ohio River and allow yourself to absorb the energy
that is Point Pleasant
and finally...say a prayer for the 46 souls that lost their lives when the Silver Bridge
collapsed in 1967
Jan 4, 2024
Jan 4, 2024 at 11:17 AM UTC
At every forking of the road
I took the one less traveled.
And then I found to my dismay
The reason it was bypassed.
ljm
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 7:05 AM UTC
It was 4 am
riding past hazy road lights
heads heavy, eyes bright
so much energy, our hearts delight
we were naturally high
He asked me
"how much do you love me?"
I giggled and as my hand
danced with the speeding wind
and my ideas fell in a whirlwind
*"If you compile all
the romance of lovers through time,
the classics, the hopeless and the hopeful
the lost cause lovers,
the ones with forbidden love"*
*"the insane ones, the messy and passionate
the ones who pose as muses for writers
artists, for Love
the dangerous ones, the compatible
the ones who spew magic"*
I paused and realized
that this was the first time
my heart bypassed my brain
and made it to my mouth
" I am not done yet"
*"Now, put them all together
and mold them into a ball.
Throw it up in the sky"*
as my head peeked from the window
and mimicked my words
and pointed to the stars that shone
the most
*"Watch as a new galaxy
is born exploding with stars
each possessing
a different kind of love
that only shines
for you"*
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 9:11 AM UTC
IS IT NOT THE SAME HEART ANCIENT,..SINCE ADAM AND EVE?
TO THIS DAY AND AFTER ALL THIS TIME, THUMPING ETERNALLY?
BLOODS THINNER,VEINS CLOGGED,BEATING FASTER,DYING SLOWER;
BYPASSED,SURPASSED, STILL IMPASSIVE, STENTED NOW AND STUNTED,
BOILING ANGERS TURNING THICK, SINEWS IN HATE GRINDING TIGHTER,
VENTRICLES IN DISCONTENT COATED, CHILLED VALVES ICY UNCARING,
ARTERIES PUMPING, BEATING TO THE DRUMS OF HATE,RANT AND RACE,
EVER SO OPEN FOR GREED, HATE UNREASONED, THE QUICK BUCK STILL,
WELCOMING FENCES,VISAS, HIGH WALLS DIVISIVE AND BARBED WIRES,
RARELY, SO RARELY, DO WE LET IN, THAT ANGEL STRANGE CALLED LOVE,
ALWAYS TIME FOR A MESSIAH, A SHEPHERD,TO BORN AND TRANSFORM,
LEAD US ALL TO THE BRAVE NEW WORLD,TO PEACE AND MANKIND REAL
BREAK THE FISTS CLENCHED TIGHT, MINDS CLOSED AND SOULS KNOTTED,
MAKE US LIVE, LOVE,SING AND DANCE..EVER FOR ALL AND ALL FOR ONE.
GODS CANT BE WAITED FOR,TOO MANY ARE THEY,REMOTE SO CELESTIALLY
HERE AND NOW, WE ARE THE MESSIAHS,THE GODS,FOR ONE AND FOR ALL.
Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 3:13 PM UTC
In her galaxy I Effervesce, free-floating, I've bypassed the gales, and the darkest guest's. Though Hell still tryeth to taketh mine flesh, I've found mine abode, inside mine Reyna's trove; now in placid tranquillity, restfulness. I've entered into her Fumulus, o'er the gallery's of gloaming light's, yonder her smile, in the striking of night. As tis, she hath given me insight to be better, to doeth better, as tis she is mine better, I've sent mine amare to her in the form; of the most romantic letter........
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
In this reality
Her and I never met
In this verse my path
Bypassed that regret
Yet only to fall
For another one
Who'd break my heart
Before she's done
And on to another
Setting sun
Of another multi
Universal conundrum
...
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 8:34 AM UTC
emergency repairs to broken roads,
being less than expected,
i prompt some to ask too much.
damage,
storm-related damage,
a million surrenders
by early november,
i throw my arms up
suspending the normal.
wind, waves washed out
every east-west highway,
bypassed permission -
no such thing as
waiting for a good day.
bring in the guard and
hire flaggers, rebuilders
take gravel and rock from the
brooks and rivers,
reduce the cost of me,
consider me open to
no lanes of traffic
crossed-off gates in an absence of hope.
major reconstruction,
let's have a conversation about
existing doesn't mean just fixing
wounds suffered from the storm;
some words of warning -
be careful buying stake
in a girl who's longing for
the day she'll wake up and feel
relief from drowning.
Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 4:15 PM UTC
Policy or personal
questions? In the poem Two White Wines
a child adopted from Cambodia
is a thing of beauty, and so she is
as she showed herself to be yesterday. Lovely. However
the poet implies market, i.e. economic, forces brought her
to America
when, as her parents know, it was war,
the sad Vietnam War or the War with America
as I think the Vietnamese remember it.
Honor and bravery
equal courage. Reed Whittemore's poem about
a photo of Viet Cong prisoners, stoic, defiant
under an American officer's boot
expresses admiration for the enemy. Then and now
a dangerous sentiment. Your fellow citizens, denizens
of convenience stores, even your family,
may come to see you as the enemy. Once ostracized,
the other,
not belonging to the loved ones, you're not long for
this world of dew.
**** and ***
Ken says, describes America's culture, not its poets
or jazz. What's worth fighting for?
Your land, your right to be stupid on your land.
Now there is one large land, one people
and many. The vote is a crude, monosyllabic grunt,
no way to express the subtle degrees of experience
our long lives represent. Thus,
it is good, when the family gathers, to talk,
each person speak
of what has been forgotten, forgiven and forgone.
Trading or taking
every family must be tithed or taxed.
Every man who finds his meaning in war
will be pained into wisdom and gentleness.
Who comes home
comes home to a future that bypassed the fighting, or did it?
The oil must be sold,
even Saddam or Osama cannot withhold it.
You can drink your quota of water
and still your heart can ache.
Empire or democracy
of nations? We can choose to be the reigning kings
between the last empire and the next
or we can implement a vision
of collective deliberation.
America the seeing-eye dog,
not America the junkyard dog.
Going question by question
toward predictable, transparent governance.
Example: How can a people become a nation
without resorting to violence or incurring violent reaction?
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
many girls i know like men that glean
like sky-scrapers, brilliant in their hard lines
that rise up from the ash in a fit of man made glory.
somehow, i bypassed this lust for babel opting for flesh
teeming with genesis like the forest behind my cabin.
its heartbeats of life with in death pound beside me
as i lie in bed with the light off and the blinds open
looking at poplars like they're the pillars of Hercules
crudely inscribed with the letters ne plus ultra.
i thought he was in the spirit of lake of the woods
but his roots do not flourish here, they scour for soil
and water finding only dry sand. so at what point
did i stop ghosting the natural curve of the road
engulfed by the yellow of my favourite blouse
reflecting back in the blacks of his eyes like lighthouses
or twin Brittle Bushes from the Sonoran. he is nothing
but an African desert where children absorb warnings
like liberal skin, oblivious to the natural radiance in desolation
and everything that i will eventually let go
Feb 22, 2010
Feb 22, 2010 at 11:39 AM UTC
If I push forward
will i fall out the other side?
A portal to the future
where everything is more bright with florescent lighting and cold linoleum floors to fall on.
If i stick my hands through the mirror
each shard bypassed; easily now
then the universe tilts and i am suspended in time.
Falling softly into my future self,
gripping onto what i only know to be true.
Biting the fleshy bits of my lips
as i censor these tiny screams of frustration…
Its okay to let them echo.
No one can hear them except me.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 2:45 AM UTC
Why does my body ignore what my mind says?
It seems you’ve rented the space up there and took control of my senses.
I’m defenseless.
I wonder how it feels to know the meaning of your very own hearts existence.
But why does my heart disregard my thoughts of you,
And dismiss your resistance?
I would hate to mistake love with a phase of contentment.
Would hate to mistake a blessing with an illness,
Only prescribed to your prescription,
With no sign of resilience.
Why do your actions contradict everything that you claim to me?
My heart beats fast and slow at the same time,
Every time I look into the eyes of the man that you claim to be.
Is it best that I leave?
What are you saying to me?
I never thought that my destruction
would be caused by a refutation to love lazily.
Why can’t I withstand the urge to cower from your affection?
Preparing to be submerged by a wave of your rejection.
I would hate to just become another one of your hearts lessons.
This recurring drain of energy that you withdraw from me,
Has proven detrimental to my soul’s projection.
I wonder how it feels to know that I love you with no exceptions.
And I wonder how it'll feel if we realize we've bypassed perfection.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 4:23 AM UTC
I pour my sorrow into words
My pain into paragraphs
My blood bubbles
between layers of skin
My tears
cascading down
bright red cheeks
But, just a glance at the screen
And
I feel boulders
lift from
these tired,
slumping shoulders
Her words are so sweet
Innocent and pure
She wishes faeries
and flowers
and sunshine
galore
My cynicism softens
My hard shell bypassed
Tears stop
Blood clots
I remember
that there is still
brightness
love
positivity
and faerietales.
And life, I can suddenly bear.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 8:21 PM UTC
my life is a million things or a million and one look at this situation words dribbling from my fingers like raindrops I want to feast
on every piece
you are willing to display to roll out and reveal
no matter how fragile
I feel my bones groan for you but I all I have are these syllables stationary on a screen
the idea of something more an improbability
we can share our language and breakfast cereals and our feet will rest
on the table with the murmur of the TV in the background and oh my god I am sprinting through a blizzard as fast as I can but I was never a good runner my toes are almost numb but I want want want to experience it all
ripples of reality it has bypassed me
carved a pear-shaped
lump out of me I am tied up in string
I am oblivious to kisses and loving and intimacy
the rush the blinding delirium I see everybody glisten it seems so but every person is ravaged
by a manic voice flaws written high and glowing
I try to explain but my handwriting
indecipherable
a blister-free relationship glorious silence delicious shiver
of something like love between us over our shells I am out of it in a make-believe land
drag me to real life and I’ll burn like a slab of meat before I trip
into a lake of salty worries
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 4:21 PM UTC
*Avoid of me,
yet it spills forth from my poetry.
Each letter is formed from
my wicked mind,
whipping and lashing
at your growing need for more.
I write poetry,
not to entertain you
but to watch you ask for more.
I a minion to my pen,
scratch and smudge my ink across
your computers screen.
Fingerprints of a poet,
are not well deserved,
bypassed by you
for one word can do.
A poet I am,
a painter of word’s,
an entertainer of sorts.
I just love playing with my word’s.*
© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 6:13 PM UTC