"escalation" poems
*towering gently overflowing with heightened awareness
subtle hints of blade’s keen glittering chiseled edges
untamed rugged surface powerfully averts gale’s acrid tempest
vigor pulsating that doth persuade the cloud’s reflections
if i shall not again embrace a meager glimpse; a demure echo
of thine towering mounts my soul shall ever suffer
my spirit soars with e'er one glance of thine majestic presence
replete with reminiscence seasons stir and beg thine tender mercies
to house the changing leaves at dusk of autumn’s auburn portraits
and give birth to crystal snow cascading peripherally in winter
which melding into spring then begs thy bluffs to cover
in soft amethyst of columbine blossoming first light of summer
‘tis not paramount to scale high aloft thine peaks in escalation
for small sheer glances stamp forever with imperial impressions
and ‘tho i’ve traveled ‘round and savored nature’s varied essence
none can compare thine evergreens laced in aspens nuance
my breath is gone and shan’t return ‘til in thy shadow casting
i stand and look upon thine hallowed face the rocky mountains
©2016 janetaylor
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 4:42 PM UTC
Hyperventilation
Depleting frustration
Suffocation
A painful sensation
Desperation
Without moderation
Devastation
Eternal damnation
Deprivation
Emotional mutilation
Derealization
Fear escalation
Depersonalization
Self extermination
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
My breath heightened
It's just the same old grind I said
but the escalation of breath was undeniable
and suddenly my palms became frightened
No, no, no its just another night, nothing to dread
but your actions are just unjustifiable
beads of sweat begin to build,
and I can't deny the stress and tension settling atop my shoulders,
but, it's just another night, nothing to dread
certainly, you can't be dead,
and now the darted looks are starting to take place,
denying emotion is only for the skilled,
and tears are reddening my eyes,
but the skies aren't even beginning to cry,
and the sweat that built is ready to be spilt,
but no, no, no, those are the tears,
they've been building for years and now they're left to spill
but, its just another night,
there really is no need for fright despite my plight to take flight and set it all right,
for you, the tried and true, who opens the skies to be blue, for me
who can bring herself to see that you need to be free in light of all your plees...
but it's just another night,
and the bottle hits the ground,
and it's just another night,
unlike the rest that were in sight,
it's just another night,
of fright and desperation in the soul searching escalation,
it's just another night because nothing has ever been alright, any other night,
you just kept it out of sight like it was a special night,
but tonight...is just another night.
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 1:51 PM UTC
ALERTS TO FINANCIAL AND MILITARY THREATS IN 2012 EUROPE
By John Cleese (British writer, actor and tall person):
The English are feeling the pinch in relation to recent events in Syria
and have therefore raised their security level from "Miffed" to
"Peeved." Soon, though, security levels may be raised yet again to
"Irritated" or even "A Bit Cross." The English have not
been "A Bit Cross" since the blitz in 1940 when tea supplies nearly ran
out. Terrorists have been re-categorized from "Tiresome" to "A ******
Nuisance." The last time the British issued a ****** Nuisance" warning
level was in 1588, when threatened by the Spanish Armada.
The Scots have raised their threat level from ****** Off" to "Let's get
the ******** They don't have any other levels. This is the reason they
have been used on the front line of the British army for the last 300 years.
The French government announced yesterday that it has raised its terror
alert level from "Run" to "Hide." The only two higher levels in France
are "Collaborate" and "Surrender." The rise was precipitated by a recent
fire that destroyed France 's white flag factory, effectively paralyzing
the country's military capability.
Italy has increased the alert level from "Shout Loudly and Excitedly"
to "Elaborate Military Posturing." Two more levels remain: "Ineffective
Combat Operations" and "Change Sides."
The Germans have increased their alert state from "Disdainful Arrogance"
to "Dress in Uniform and Sing Marching Songs." They also have two higher
levels: "Invade a Neighbor" and "Lose."
Belgians, on the other hand, are all on holiday as usual; the only threat
they are worried about is NATO pulling out of Brussels.
The Spanish are all excited to see their new submarines ready to deploy.
These beautifully designed subs have glass bottoms so the new Spanish
navy can get a really good look at the old Spanish navy.
Australia , meanwhile, has raised its security level from "No worries" to
"She'll be alright, Mate." Two more escalation levels remain: ****** I
think we'll need to cancel the barbie this weekend!" and "The barbie is
cancelled." So far no situation has ever
warranted use of the last final escalation level.
A final thought -" Greece is collapsing, the Iranians are getting
aggressive, and Rome is in disarray. Welcome back to 430 BC."
Jul 10, 2012
Jul 10, 2012 at 3:22 PM UTC
Hyperventilation
Depleting Frustration
Suffocation
A Painful Sensation
Desperation
Without Moderation
Devastation
Eternal Damnation
Deprivation
Emotional Mutilation
Derealization
Fear Escalation
Depersonalization
Self Extermination
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 7:34 PM UTC
Taking away your peace of mind
Hunting you down everywhere
Every move you make is mine
Stealthily moving in the shadows
Thoughts of tying you up linger
Allowing escalation of my heart beat
Looking for the right words
Killer instincts secretly penned
Even among the grey matter
Rationalizing fear, the brain is the stalker
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 9:23 PM UTC
“The vision must be followed by the venture. It is not enough to stare up the steps - we must step up the stairs.”
-Vince Havner
Anytime you
hear a finger
tapping on the glass,
**** their firstborn.
Anytime the
man is cramp-
ing your style,
**** yourself.
Anytime you
wake up dead,
**** the lights
and roll over.
Anytime you
leave the people
you love, **** or
be killer.
Feb 17, 2012
Feb 17, 2012 at 12:01 PM UTC
"Between an uncontrolled escalation and passivity, there is a demanding road of responsibility that we must follow."
-Dominique de Villepin
If I had a nickel-plated
anything, I'd eat it
and tell everyone
I'm a robot.
If I had a head full
of wires, I'd roll my
eyes and say
They're called cords.
If I had a crate of screws
and nails, this town would
have a lot more to worry
about.
If I had the bones of a
tiger, I would miss my
stripes every time.
Tripp'd on the tripwire.
Feb 7, 2012
Feb 7, 2012 at 4:33 AM UTC
There is am imaginary wall between love and hate,
The escalation of emotion a constant in the world.
Knocking politely at your silver gilded gate,
I wait in patient reverence, until your flower unfurls.
In reality it is only our belief that makes us see
The two as different independent entities.
Both are primal predators prowling cerebral seas,
Each is the truth of the wildly twirling galaxies.
What I have done right will always cure my wrongs,
Take this token: flaming oil of my soul, to bring you light.
With you life never feels like a futile fight,
I will give you the melody, and the harmony of my songs.
I have been burned to white ash and black cinders, but I am still whole.
We parted, in the spring and summer. Autumn leaves fall, out of control.
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 3:38 PM UTC
I regret the times
I've had worked with you.
an inventor of scenes,
Stories untrue.
You tend to drop names
during critical moments,
you only knew errors,
for all your concerns.
A big ******
you trashed our systems.
never knew your own process
even yourself you can't process.
A pin pointer blamer,
is all you know.
how you do your work,
for a mind that is too slow
Know the art of proper escalation,
where to go, which is which.
before you blame your computer,
blame it on your face, *****
Aug 15, 2011
Aug 15, 2011 at 3:34 AM UTC
Misery is an unrelenting downward escalation.
The heaviness of trapped energy becomes real weight,
it drags you down and fastens you into position,
a relaxed position, though you are not relaxed.
Placed this way, you burn as unstable chemicals burn,
fall as heavy objects fall when dropped by those
who possess them.
You are abandoned.
Left to stew in this pit of flames.
Those you danced and laughed with stop holding you hand,
for who would wish to cling to a burning thing?
This is why you deal with The Issue alone.
Because those who claim not to need anybody are liars
who wish to justify their solitude,
who wish to bury the fact that their companions,
when proven incapable of helping, no longer wish to help.
Alone, you are disgusted with them.
But now you understand. You do not act as they do
when the black clouds part because you have gained more
alone than they ever will together. And when you see
the blue sky again and regain your ability to fly
you will forever leave them and theirs behind.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
Constant chaos in a single mind
Massive noises and disordered voices
Cloudy, dark, misty thoughts
Filled into a weakened being
Screams of tension
Shouts for help
Listen to their breaths
Feed them profusely with negativity
Hear their every...
SCREAM
SHOUT
ESCALATION
AMPLIFICATION
AMPLIFY..
US!
*Just then
He held her close
Whispered softly
Gently...
Carefully...
And she breathed with ease..
For his love roared louder than her demons*
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 9:11 AM UTC
“I don't have lunches, dinners, go to plays or movies. I don't meditate, escalate, deviate or have affairs. So I have plenty of time.”
- Robert A. Gottlieb
First, there's a
question, spoken
in a vacuum. No
one else can understand you.
Then there is an
answer to everything
under the sun. No
one else left standing after.
Then there is a
struggle, all the dying
ones pack'd in. Suffocation
be thy country's name.
It's all step up,
step up. One after the
other. Heel in toe. One
after the other.
Feb 17, 2012
Feb 17, 2012 at 12:47 PM UTC
my alternative inspiration
has long been deceased.
but the clarity of dreams so aspiring
arose from the grave
so succumbing to the doubts
formed by my misfortunate past.
there are letters written
to an empty room
where a callous man lay
in his unfurnished chair.
i breathed exhausted air
into his deserted lungs
and abided the escalation
of his deflated heart.
in time i reached a parallel conclusion
where these hollow endings between lust and love
had disconnected with hearts and heads.
i sympathized with his fevers
and disappointments in desires.
i have forgiven our distance
for solitude was only felt in our beds.
i have forgiven this silence
for it was a gift from my head.
i do not long for anyone that was-
just the feeling;
just because.
i see films of deceit
i hear time pounding through the window
and its consecutive ticking
reminds me these cursed scenes
can be repeated.
i rely on afflicted moments
as steps out the door.
Oct 22, 2009
Oct 22, 2009 at 12:46 PM UTC
"Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why."
-Kurt Vonnegut
The end of the
world feels like
warm cement. All
our bodies covered by some sort of god.
Everyone is a
statue now, trapped
in the form. Posed,
in a big boy pose, look mommy.
Feeling so strong
is the kind of talk that
gets you killed. Good
thing I let my fists do my talking.
Getting killed so
many times has
its drawbacks. Some
days it's hard to get out of bed in the morning.
Feb 17, 2012
Feb 17, 2012 at 12:30 PM UTC
The great escalation of feeling and love
can never replace the jarring, falling feeling of disappointment.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 2:07 AM UTC
"Chess can be described as the movement of pieces eating one another."
-Marcel Duchamp
Relics and old wives
telling tales for telling.
Reminds me of living
in America, dying.
I think about America
when I see a sidewalk
cracked, clean spider webb'd.
There are so many cracks here.
In the dark, America
looks like any other jar
of ink. You could walk
forever without noticing the blood on your feet.
The day the bombs
drop I'll be sleeping. Oh
what a horror when you
wake up and realize where you've heard that sound before.
Feb 17, 2012
Feb 17, 2012 at 12:08 PM UTC
All of a sudden, out of nowhere something came across the way.
Exactly what this something is,
it’s quite difficult to say.
As of now the present is on hold because of this something.
Difference of opinion leads to conflict of interest
Escalation in conflict leads to war
Always remember never forget the cause.
Go into details of each and everything,
follow the same.
Over a period of time it will be realized,
time and again cause is the only thing that not only remains the same, but is also important and hence in no way there is an escape.
Never forget that you are facing an odd
Never try to evade the same
Over a period of time it will be realized that odds make a way for many more new things in life that can not only be touched, sensed and felt, but those same things can be a part of life,
making an otherwise routine life very much interesting.
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 6:25 AM UTC
I would start with your hands.
Mine would dance with yours;
our fingers waltzing together.
Then they would become curious,
I know so.
My hands would glide up your arm
leaving a trail of goose bumps behind.
I don't know where your hands have gone,
but mine have reached the top of your shoulder.
My fingers can't resist
tracing your collar bone.
Your hands find mine.
I think they got lost
in the escalation of my own.
But they're together now.
Taking a hint from yours,
my hands reach to your chin --
only breaking contact
for a second.
My fingers have tilted your chin,
so our eyes can do a similar dance
to the one our hands have completed.
Hands are the utilitarian laborers
of the body,
but eyes guard the gates
to the soul.
My eyes search your own.
They are hesitant, but
my hands are always reliable.
They pull you into me
and at the last second
before our eyes close,
and our lips meet,
my eyes find what they knew was there.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
Why are there governments today so blinkered
and so narrow minded?
Intent on power and their self preservation
ignoring those suffering!
Amongst the people they should safely rule
but often oppressive and cruel!
Millions of refuges forced to flee across borders
unwanted into other countries.
Causing more threats and possibility of escalation
Because they have their troubles to.
that endless cycle of never ending brutality
will remain a shocking reality!
A process to most of the humans that's unacceptable
when these wars spread!
With nuclear weapons that could be used
where nobody can win.
But through this misery to many do proceed
it's the psychopathic breed!
Our society still survives but with uncertainty
at what could happen.
World finances crashing more becoming poor
yet even more billionaires.
Anger and discontentment begins to fester and blow
what happens tomorrow we don't know!
If these government attitudes stay the same
when it happens none will take the blame!
But of course by then it will be too late!
The Foureyed Poet.
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 9:54 PM UTC
Now past the days of shock and awe
In a war that just drones on.
The martial spirit has been suppressed,
Save a taste for martial law.
Surgical strikes on Taliban types
**** wives and children too.
Drones lack the flexible response
To distinguish twixt the two
Half measures never win a war
And gradual escalation
Just gets soldiers’ names on walls
And the thanks of a “grateful Nation”
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 9:52 AM UTC
Strong man
Army man
You wished for that to one day be your chance
You've given up on it now
And truthfully I was slightly relieved
At least you wouldn't die fighting with no reasoning
It didn't last long I hated it but I see
Everyone must have a dream
Go to your war my dear
Your fighting blood and tears
Though when you come back home
In pieces or as a whole
In success or in vain
Away we'll wipe your pain
Hold you close and protect you from foes
Until our crossed paths end
I must say goodbye
I'll see you in the next life my dearest friend
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
a plastic spider
in the cereal box
glows.
my foster parents
think
I’m asleep.
as asleep
as my legs.
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 10:46 AM UTC
De-escalation
to the last detail
you know my psyche
you never fail
Perfect behaviour
suspicious to say the least
Witness of your beauty
unaware of you as a beast
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 4:39 AM UTC