"detoxifying" poems
Seeds of the Dandelion
appear intertwined;
Tightly woven tendrils
weave and hold
in close bond;
Stretched fingers
offer anchor for each other,
though hesitant.
When the time is right
and the slightest wind blows,
seeds of the dandelion
go.
Parachutes of white snow.
A moment in time
stalk stands naked in the wind,
having lost everything;
Though the taproot runs deep
and in reality,
millions more will seek
a new birth.
We may think it a waste,
unwanted seeds being placed
hither and yon.
But what about the Dandelion?
Some call this **** a ruderal
this “lion’s tooth” with the long taproot
feeding bees and butterflies.
With detoxifying properties,
this plant has seen atrocities
of prejudice, bigotry and intolerance;
But it just goes on to do it’s job
holding on as long as it can
til the parachutes of snow
go
and the cycle of life repeats.
© Marlene Dunham 2010
Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 12:07 PM UTC
Physical and spiritual ecstasy
Sharing a meditative experience within this circular flow of energy
Wave after wave of cosmic telepathy
Diving into our heavenly destiny
Biochemical magic; tremendously healing and aligning chakras pleasantly
Absorbing the suns energy and visualizing the manifestation of longevity all the while detoxifying and transforming monumentally
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 7:42 AM UTC
Incandescent
The frost coats our windowpane,
and outside the world sleeps
in its arctic cocoon.
You are my fire,
we are wrapped up in our warmth
while staring at the moon.
The pheromones in the air
produce pins and needles
which tingle up my skin.
Acupuncture
to heal my sickness for love,
detoxifying me from within.
If I were angry
you would pacify me.
If I had a disease
you would medicate me.
I once was blind,
but now I can see,
that with you, my wise master,
I can erase the past
and rewrite history.
Winter creeps up
with its icy touch,
looking to barren my soul.
But enveloped in your embrace,
I have full control.
Turning up the heat to help me survive,
this journey we have,
all through the night.
The frost coats our windowpane,
while you glaze my heart with your
warm honey…
Restore my oxygen,
pump my veins,
Turn up the dial on by body
a few degrees.
Even if the world freezes over
from Winter’s mad spell,
we will still live through the
Cryogenics of our love,
and deny all law of physics.
For as long as your heart is beating…
mine will reside-
although the world sleeps
through the storm,
while frozen on the outside.
But the brilliance of our love
will always be…
Incandescent.
Kena SunGoddess Dawn 2009
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
Words over stupid ****
about words over more stupid ****
Showing of teeth like foaming mad curs.
Bumping chests like gorillas being ******
Standing ground like alley cats.
Threatening to leave one,
daring one to leave.
One staying behind,
one going.
A perfectly hung door angrily slammed.
5,000 miles of tire tread burned into the driveway.
One not knowing where he will sleep tonight,
one wondering if he is really gone this time.
Get some gas, drive around re-acting the night.
Roll down the window to cool down.
Realize there is no where to go.
Park and think, re-acting the night.
Night air detoxifying the insanity of anger.
Start the car, return to the scene of the scene.
Stealthily pull into the abused driveway.
Wait til she goes to bed.
Quietly slink into the blue guest room.
Try to sleep but toss and turn and re-act the night.
Finally shut down the internal conversation at 4am.
Morning,
oh God facing her.
Wait!
She said just as much stupid **** as I did last night.
I'll make waffles, and French press.
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 1:35 AM UTC
there's something that makes me this way
wandering,
lost,
in a world of our very own.
I can't truly expound it,
but really want to try
maybe it should be this way
& you shall not cry.
and how those clouds hold the rain,
and how the Sun reflects the perfect scenery,
you carefully keep me in vain,
illuminating those image of beauty, auxiliary.
thank you for the days
we shouldn't forget,
gratitude been told
intensely ******
i don't mind being intoxicated
by the love
-you dictated.
don't ever stop & never cease.
for my love for you will never decease.
and that's a promise
I guess, will forever keep.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 8:09 AM UTC
My whole body cries
Simply, for you to caress my cheek.
My skin is eager to feel the warmth on my neck,
Coming slowly from heated breath.
It makes my heart pitter patter,
Even more than now, faster and faster.
The thought of you, detoxifying my soul.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
It’s a Hard Knocks Life.
Learn, unlearn, violence, survive, thrive, and drive on.
The old mind.
To sit and listen to the words being uttered by those who have seen many things and done many but have not been through many winters.
The mind like the liver, always replenishing, always detoxifying, understanding sordid experiences, taking in only that which is needed and defecating that which is not.
The old mind, an androgynous creature of the divine, collector of tales, never a shape but ethereal, and delicate.
A place where I would return to become young, to empty my thoughts of judgements, to sacrifice and become anew.
The old mind like the snake sheds its designer skin of camouflage.
Life and-or death, but the old mind remains. Knowledge replenished. Identity affirmed, the old mind becomes a new, designs and redesigns, coalesce living experiences.
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC
The bird song anchors my soul,
Soothing any quiver of anxiety
Keeping my ship stable and steady.
Sweet shrills and cheery echoes soften my breath,
As my limbs gently fall to rest.
Innocent symphonies rippling through the air,
Offering divine headspace
Detoxifying unwanted bugbear.
I'm at one with the earth
Alive in the moment
My stronghold of calm
A serenity so potent.
No drug can emulate this untarnished moment of peace
A gratifying tension release.
So pure and still I can hear the rise and fall of my chest,
Like blissful waves lapping onto virginal marble sands.
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 2:41 AM UTC
i've tried to start writing again a dozen times. at least. but i think of every single one of you every time.
most people view writing as a release. some sort of blissful experience where letting their fears flow out of their minds and onto a paper is relaxing. detoxifying. some sort of therapy that they can provide for themselves that no one else can.
i don't.
writing is protection. writing is a safety net that causes suffocation. writing is hiding behind ink that can just barely be traced back to your own true thoughts and words.
writing is you. writing was never me.
but that's why i cling to it so tightly, isn't it?
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC
As for Life, I have nothing
much to say.
It's hard and it's lonely,
but I guess it'll be OK.
I guess you'll find
contentment in the
little joys as they come.
I hope you will.
And I hope you'll
remember not to
hold on too tightly
to their memory when
they're gone.
And as for Love,
if you ever find it,
keep it.
Swallow it into your soul
even deeper than
your darkest secrets.
Don't ever hurt it,
don't ever mistreat it.
Just know that you're
fortunate and embrace it.
Just be it.
As for Tears, I have too
much to say.
So let's make it short -
tears from the soul
don't easily wipe away.
Tears are detoxifying
and wash our spirit clean.
Though they do hurt,
they'll heal you and
your bitter dreams.
And as for Love,
you know it's the
greatest joy.
You know it's all
you've ever wanted
since you were
a little boy.
You'll search for it forever,
it's a dream you'll
always be chasing.
It's all that can pull
you through, even when
it's Death you're facing.
And as for Death,
is she silent, is she sweet?
Will she kiss you when
you're awake, or take
you when you're asleep?
Will you embrace her
body as she stands
before you, unclothed?
Or will you be faithful to Life,
and stay on your
chosen road?
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 4:13 AM UTC
we make b-lines to hanging lamps
in the black morning fog
gifts of kisses
of playful smiles
detoxifying laughing shoulders
were these mystic lights
here last night?
or were we always blind
to such things?
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 8:41 AM UTC