"forsaw" poems
Our discussion scared me
I could not believe
That I could actually be living
With a monster from Maple Street
I checked the address
And then checked it again
I never moved
So, I started asking questions
But the answers I received
Led me right back to Maple Street
Back to the monster you revealed
Blaming those so unlike us
Because everyone tells you to doubt
Pointing out those they see as different
Because their power is on
When you are in the dark
Makes you almost predatory
Almost like a shark
Paranoia is overtaking us
As Twilight Zone forsaw so long ago
I wonder how Mr. Serling knew
That the monsters were due
The monsters that live on Maple Street
© September 28, 2009 Deanna Repose
Reposted from: http://blog.deannarepose.com
Oct 1, 2009
Oct 1, 2009 at 11:47 AM UTC
Self deceived, I squander marrow,
I masquerade the straight and narrow,
Seasons stretched, my essence hollows,
Desire, dreams and purpose follows.
My journey dulled by everyday,
Monotony, days veiled in grey,
Life's sombre ruin underway,
Significance, my yesterday.
Deceit defends; my bow and arrow,
Mentality in disarray,
Love recedes, eternal sorrow,
Vitality wearing away.
Before me you materialize,
Rescuer, hero undisguised,
Bore truth, bore love, to my surprise,
Abetted, found what underlies.
Imminent growth, restored, I ascend,
Weakness' welcomed, defenses end,
No longer wish to play pretend,
More pleased than I could comprehend.
Discovered where desire lies.
Forever impassioned, we transcend
Forsaw my future in your eyes,
My flame, my lover, my best friend.
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 6:33 PM UTC
Birdy, mind your ears: my howls dash the desert’s edge
My passing gusts will matt your feathers fair and faint
And scratch your eyes of liquid soul with grainy kiss
And gentle downy is unsuited for the desert’s bipolar breadth
Accompanied by what I fear is desperate, decrepit depth
Yet you flutter further in the flats, breaching the jagged heart-planes
Doleful dabs of curt dismay smatter some sodden planes
The wrenching, soaked, woolly pelt fumbles at the edge
And he hopelessly attempts to slow his slide into the depths
The depths ****** in dew to make heaving paws faint
Paws drowning in imbued imbalance: my broken flooded breadth
Washed out and faded just short of amber kiss
Who does he yowl at night to kiss?
A range of mismatched capricious planes
Breath for miles of biome breadth
Between each bound a splitting edge
As fate would weave, his heart is faint
And craves impassioned, tender depth
Perhaps the hiemal hillsides bear a greater, sanguine depth
Beneath the snow are pines to smell, daffodils to kiss
Amid the pungent, frigid, fear the air contains a faint
Hint of something sweeter there, buried in the planes
And when the blunt ice trickles warm, beneath the caustic edge
A range of life of a new kind: unbeguiling breadth
Who forsaw the vanguard hunch of birds and bears for breadth?
Not I believed that birds could dive in deserts and find depth
Not I believed that bears could whet love from sharp edge
Not I believed, thus almost missed, fate’s gentle ghostly kiss
Not I believed and thus I blew dark clouds across the planes
Not I believed in him, thus it was I who was so faint
And in the meadows lions crawl and crocodiles faint
And happily, with wherewithal, the boa to gaur breadth
All coexist in mystery perplexing on placid planes
Burrowing through sand and snow, birds and bears find depth
Jumbled earth and tumbled thoughts, a misty morning kiss
Stitches the bipolar planes and hems the obscure edge
Across the crystal planes you see their trusting dives to depths
The bird’s faint singing drifts through waves as it explores the breadth
The bear’s protective kisses peek just beyond the edge
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
Blessed am I
For
I am blessed
To have lived long
Longer than the rest
For stumble and falter did they,one and another.
Some were my sisters and some claimed me brother And some forsaw roads end
And some knelt at the alter
Of greed and libation and drugs and frustration
Standing apart or shoulder to shoulder
Falling away like wheat neath the scythe.
I grew and grew older.
Both by chance and choice
So I lift my goblet and voice .
A toast
To survivors guilt.
Never.
Karma has hawk's eyes and hound's ears.
And I for my part am bereft of tears.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 1:16 AM UTC
My cup is half empty,
His is half full,
Mine is full of forgotten dreams-
He stole mine too,
His voice was my siren at sea,
So I drew nearer knowing full well,
He won't hesitate to sink me,
And he does killing me softly,
The fugees forsaw my fate,
I'm at his beck and call-
Won't he let me go.
Let. Me. Fall
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 3:53 PM UTC
thought i was victorious but i couldnt keep a promise,
thought i was stronger but i never forsaw this
broke, broke it all, upon an alter of chaos
they, they think they've won, but they dont know what they've lost
i know im still alive, life is the last thing they can cost
ill fight, until all they are is dust
demons, go back into the past, you're crushed
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 12:10 AM UTC
In this day and in this hour,
Let us not forget, much less accept!
This groutesque occurence
We somehow forsaw but still allowed.
No tears are enough,
Nor do I know the words,
That calm the souls
Of those who so much lost.
Calm won't be found in words,
For no language has enough
When what truly matters
is how we resist from moving on.
Those in power
They claim to help,
But stepping on eggshells
They always refuse to change.
The silent motions,
Excrutiating to the ear.
And the normality of it all
A reason to fear.
"Of course we care"
"For sure we'll change"
And instead of moving right
We only seem to move left.
In a black mirrored society
How easy have we made
All this chaos possible,
Chaos we now must reverse.
Incentives to drown the guilt?
Those are never shortseen.
And with an opaque conscience
They all fall asleep.
It's no longer about "If" simply about "when"
And now more than ever,
Now it's when we say...
ENOUGH!
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC