"impediments" poems
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
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Wherein without a mouthful of air,
He spoke of materialism with
a judge’s
Merciless verdict.
His eyes so glazed yet passionate,
He threw his thoughts to the ceiling,
Like rocks in a plastic bag,
To see if it could make a bang
And his speeches are so angelic
Amongst the ignorant giggles
And the frayed songs of yawns,
You really had to give him credit. For, you
See, he stares out at a whole different cosmic
Sect in a wanton orchestra
Filled with red wallows of
Flags and pride.
Scared jumbles strewn like flowers across this dying opinion-land,
He’s seen it all despite his accent.
He’s strummed cold and excited to be here.
His life is a rusting metal scrap
Tossed to the side of the masterpiece from whence it came.
He thinks that everybody must have been a spy…
No, wait, two quirks tossed in to
Hear the Man talk. It’s all a
Meandering walk from where
The toads squat.
He describes it as a war for the value of academic standards,
Which are now expiring before his eyes, and how we’re all
A bunch of rotting worms dying as we speak. The hope is
That the people from your life will be defeated by you,
Right? That’s how it goes in the war of everybody
Against everybody. He desires to make all of life
Into a dream… but that would result in economic
Impediments.
Give him the $1 million, also known as “the cool mill.”
Everybody must have been a spy.
You couldn’t look for this logic
Beneath a rock
Or stuck in your lover’s hair.
He’s depressed because he is not asleep – he’s acutely aware.
He speaks like rapturous nuns,
throwing themselves on to the cross
And begging me to ready the nails.
Sep 23, 2011
Sep 23, 2011 at 11:42 PM UTC
We were waiting at the trattoria
for our friends to arrive,
when she walked in,
Aphrodite, alive.
Her skin, olive brown,
gently kissed by the sun.
A fertility goddess if
there ever was one.
A picture of symmetry
long legs and great hips.
Neapolitan eyes
and, of course, bee stung lips.
Magnificent mammaries,
barely contained
in the briefest of dresses.
as I stared, unashamed.
There, of course, are impediments
I won't try to hide.
The ring on my finger,
my bride at my side.
Plus there's the issue
of fifty years gone.
My Romeo days
have packed up and moved on.
Now our friends have arrived
and, chaste kisses exchanged,
We feast on our entrees
as wine glasses are drained.
As dessert time approaches
I sadly observe
she’'s not on the menu
Pumpkin Cheese cake will serve.
Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 9:28 PM UTC
A self-arranged route.
Ambitions led me forward.
Every step was to gain my adolescent aspirations.
I was confident.
When life was array,
The goals became my crutch,
My vitality,
The only reason to move, progress.
Idealistic and naive.
Blind and hopeful.
I meandered swiftly,
I gallivanted unsuspecting.
If I was to truly exist, I had to control my haste.
Oblivious to true adversity,
I needed to digest the lesson,
I needed to understand the complications.
Unexpectedly, the caveat stared at me.
I fought and clashed,
To only raise the white flag of surrender.
The battle was lost.
Who I was eluded.
I struggled through a sea of self-impediments.
I allowed myself to drown in the agony.
I did not have the armor to save me.
Through the fog, I heard songs that healed.
I held on to the words as they began to stitch me together.
I started to crawl,
I knew I would never be the same again.
I knew I had to start a crusade,
An onslaught against myself,
An onslaught against the organization.
I knew I would never be the same again.
As I raised armaments,
With the reinforcement in my ears,
I began to evolve.
The person I was became more substantial.
I had further tribulations ahead,
But I was more prepared, more capable.
I was humbled, yet proud.
The person I was became more unobstructed.
Through the misfortune,
My identity became solidified,
I reattained my dreams,
And I made efforts to get a steady hold.
I told myself I will not founder.
I told myself I could not relinquish.
For this was the war that would define me,
And I knew I must persevere.
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 3:52 PM UTC
Every time I look around
And ponder the things we obtain
listening to the winds sound
coming from beyond the terrain
Filling my soul from inside
Brushing all the stress and pain
Opening my eyes on a side
That we are all a brain!
Not only does an ***** feed on blood supplies
But It's how you stay sane
It's where your personality lies
It's where the great thoughts ingrain
We search for miracles
And we have one; our heads maintain
Nerve cells with the shape of verticals
Are that only what brains contain ?
Our souls lie within
We try not to let them drain
Our dreams, our memories are all in
They are like an unlimited chain
We love, we live, we write our story with a pen
On a marvelous paper called a brain
Our blood is our ink
And it keeps circultaing all over again
You receive, it responds
That is why we feel pain
But emotions are like ponds
Happiness, passion and the excitement we gain
In the most difficult predicaments
You tend to use your brain
With it you overcome impediments
Which makes your way plain !
10% is all what we use
But don't you ever complain
It's a gift that we shouldn't abuse
However, a gem you must retain
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 3:28 AM UTC
2:30am, felt the hollows hands of death again.
Fingers wrapped like a noose around my neck.
Woke up distress in sweat.
With tongue tied knots made of fear and frustrating attempts.
I called out to mother but
I felt 1,000 pounds of pressure standing upon my chest.
Muting me into speech impediments and sinking me into the depths of what seem to feel like hell for a couple minutes.
Body felt like dancing sharp needles in the air.
As someone's eerie finger
Sailed across the maps of my skin.
Causing frantic earthquakes through out what seemed like my living corpse.
I felt like discords, statics, and lost signal tv channels.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 2:05 AM UTC
You are a dream
I could have for a thousand sleeps,
A wonderful dream
in a moonlit night of loneliness,
Of winding roads
where our hearts may never be lost,
Of silhoutted horizon
where our love is unnoticed by most,
Of soaring mountains
where there are no impediments,
Of azure skies
where broken vows are ours to mend,
Of shallow rivers
where our memories may never sink,
Of hourless forest
where a never ending story do exist;
Yet you are only a dream
I could have for a thousand sleeps
A wonderful dream
in a moonlit night of loneliness.
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 10:28 PM UTC
Once Upon a Time
Many years ago I trod lightly through the woods
Being careful not to crush the undergrowth with my feet;
Gently, pushing aside impediments to my progress
So as not to crush or bruise the soft, green foliage.
In those days to make a noise was dangerous.
So I trod quietly too.
Many years ago I carried on my back a pack
To stow essentials for my life: three days' food, ammunition,
A hootchy and water; were then thought sufficient for one’s needs.
On my waist I carried a compass, more water and hand-grenades.
In those days we used books to escape the woods.
So I carried one of those too.
But the essentials they weighed heavy on my back.
They hurt and made me clumsy, introvert,
Looking in instead of out which was dangerous.
So I lightened the load. Of course that was against the rules
But how else was I supposed to live?
I got rid of some food, the water from my pack,
But not the book. I kept the book.
And the hand-grenades.
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 4:57 PM UTC
This poem is written by Majd Al Deen and I ...
I wish you consider it as well as enjoy it
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Every time I look around
And ponder the things we obtain
listening to the winds sound
coming from beyond the terrain
Filling my soul from inside
Brushing all the stress and pain
Opening my eyes on a side
That we are all a brain
Not only does an ***** feed on blood supplies
But It's how you stay sane
It's where your personality lies
It's where the great thoughts ingrain
We search for miracles
And we have one; our heads maintain
Nerve cells with the shape of verticals
Are that only what brains contain ?
Our souls lie within
We try not to let them drain
Our dreams, our memories are all in
They are like an unlimited chain
We love, we live, we write our story with a pen
On a marvelous paper called a brain
Our blood is our ink
And it keeps circultaing all over again
You receive, it responds
That is why we feel pain
But emotions are like ponds
Happiness, passion and the excitement we gain
In the most difficult predicaments
You tend to use your brain
With it you overcome impediments
Which makes your way plain !
10% is all what we use
But don't you ever complain
It's a gift that we shouldn't abuse
However, a gem you must retain
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
Each morning I awake
with a renewed hope
that my walk, my sifting
through the day
will become seamless
like the dreams of my nights
that flow from place to place
without barriers, or hindrances
to empathy, to understanding
Like the water seeps through the soil,
as the breeze blows through the leaves
in my dreams each of us
fully gather thoughts,
feelings and desires of each other
All relationships ensue
unescorted by impediments
My fear is that
few others dream this dream
rather haunted by
nightmares that bleed
into reality, nightmares
of violence, poverty, despair
of pockets of hell
growing around them
on this earth
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 12:53 PM UTC
365Nectar #48 Life and No Regrets
Sun. November 10, 2013 11:26 P.M.
Wildly dancing down Devil's highway to heaven
life on the line...
Unrecognizable negatives
illuminating the revolution of evolution...
Exploration of afterthought with a loaded gun
elaborate irrational Rats emerge...
Neglected emotions stomp out the room in a crazed tantrum
and embellished restrictions gloat as enthusiastic whimsy encourages...
Unpublished tolerance collects dust
as a swollen hot head self-justifies and bamboozles life's strategy...
Habitual self-inflicted torture is driven by constant social pressure
and reflective adaptation is blamed for birthing excessive pain....
Premature gestation period makes the difficult practically impossible and Scavengers take obvious advantage of impediments...
An overall reckoning...
Confined to an ever-diminishing brain
with the threat of imminent extinction...
Turn your disadvantage into great advantage...abort helplessness and manipulate a spiral of effective intelligence...
Be Unapologetic with Deliberate...
Absolutely Decisive with Destructive...
then sign-off with NO REGRETS.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 11:42 AM UTC
Minds drawing blanks
To this semi loaded weapon
As broken ear gets spoken upon
By wasteful youth, spewing out mouthfuls
Speech impediments, Speech impairments
Drink to slur your words upon empty promises
Rhythms get tapped out, Rhymes get sung out
Blurred out visions, eye twitches
A sight looking out onto the decaying world
That closes in around the primitive creature
Stir crazed, Trapped and enveloped within its own self mutilation
Its embodiment shivers, shattering dreams
As it looks for the warmth of a blanketed soul
To be swept away like yesterday's recycled tradegy
Ripped torn apart otherwise dumped at its wayside
Tortured by its own demise
The jagged knife slices deep into its wrist
To only impeach a livelihood
Within its own words and steps
Wondering where to go on forth
From this plateau of mystifications
Truth be told, truth be had
Jack the pearl of the living psyche
Apr 6, 2010
Apr 6, 2010 at 11:21 AM UTC
Chaos is my North Star
My god
Because it is only through chaos
That we can burn down the underbrush and weeds
Of old ideas
Old systems
Bureaucracies and impediments
And plant
Hyacinths of truth
But then again
Ask me about all this
When I am 49
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 7:46 AM UTC
Oh, I guess I don't really know.
The music. Texas amber.
The voice of the moon. The barred door.
The death of the dog. Ampersands.
Woman underground.
The silk woods.
Women in purple houses.
The underside of the whale, the sun.
Have I got my shoes?
Words with even emphasis.
Speech impediments; the pen.
Too many rooms.
Any kind of jam, jelly.
Vertex in space.
Mint-flavoured Scientology advertisements:
Early Easter Sunday.
Strips of Velcro, ****** hair.
Original manuscripts and forks.
Tea-leaf autumns.
Footfalls.
Summon the poets.
Start the El Camino.
Strike my face with a match.
Eat Wonderland.
Mar 5, 2011
Mar 5, 2011 at 8:18 AM UTC
For the big occasion
She's lost a pound or two
Last minute jitters playing out
Something borrowed, something blue
Posies for the bridesmaids
Flower in her hair
The thought of all those people
Gets her feeling scared
Roller waiting, protocol demands
Be ten minutes late
Line up for some memories
By the old lych gate
Holding back tears of joy
She glides the aisle in a daze
Nervous smiles exchanged
As the ***** plays
A moment's pause, new shoe shuffle
Children struggle to behave
Baby words da da da
Echo down the nave
No impediments are known
As far as we can see
No one shouts out from behind
Yeah, it should have been me!
In the nearby meadow
The big marquee awaits
Congregation filters back
Through the old lych gate
The groom pays sincerest thanks
To everyone he should
The best man airs embarrassments
As we knew he would
The band strikes up, as they dance
The car is 'modified'
Lipstick on the window
Cans and balloons are tied
It's not a worn out cliche
As the night winds down they realise
They really have just lived through
The best day of their lives
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 4:40 AM UTC
Down from the icy Sawtooth crags
and through the winter-laden landscape,
the wind eventually dips to the canyon
and creek we loved so well as children.
Continuing on, it threads through the
hollows above the creek, sculpted even
today by stooped cottonwood trees.
Twisting above granite outcroppings
and lava boulders, the wind courses
through the giant arteries of this canyon,
passing among quaking aspen, river willow,
and gnarled cottonwood, shorn rudely
by now of every dryly-veined leaf.
At ancient volcanic escarpments the
wind bears south, scraping hard along
canyon walls. Upward it moves, out of
the canyon, slowing and sallying about
the hillocks, the gullies, the poplars
until it finally comes to stir ever more
gently, warmer even, my dear brother,
around your gray marbled headstone.
Primeval of days, this very same wind
blows for eternity upon eternity, polishing
and purifying even the roughest of
the earth's elements and impediments.
This said, at this hill's crest where you rest,
there is no need of further refinement. Feel
how the northern wind quiets for you,
as if it knows over whose stone it passes.
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Sep 11, 2011
Sep 11, 2011 at 4:52 PM UTC
Help me revive my feelings inside the urn,
So that I can help you decide which bridge to cross and which to burn,
I'll stand by you whenever, whatever, wherever,
Let's overpower the impediments to our journey of forever.
I will be willing to be your fire, let me light your way in your darkest nights,
You will not sleep upset because of petty fights,
I'll kiss and hug your fears goodbye,
For I am fire, your guiding light, I love you without an alibi.
I'll let you be my ice that calms the sparks and blazes inside of me,
Devour me inch by inch, my wild fires are yours to be,
Help me collide my body with yours,
Let's tame the dragons with our joined force.
You surely keep me from burning myself alive,
With you by my side, everything I can survive,
You're my ice, my consolation in disappointment,
When I'm with you, every second is a magical moment.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 8:54 AM UTC
You were the dream maker lacking impediments and I the wanting of nothing.
Hesitant heart of mine leery of blissful nature of love thou bestowed upon me.
Whilst thou who is handsome of face and perfection of body lay in slumber's state,
took flight in night and prayed I would not waken the keeper of frightened heart.
T'was you my gallant knight who stole my heart when least I wanted or expected,
t'was you who brought light to the darkness of dreams and made night terrors fade.
You who never questioned where I'd been but sought to bring out the best in me.
Life with you my kindred spirit was near perfection with never a dull moment.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 4:13 AM UTC
I hate that my distraught thoughts leave me with a distraught mind
In order for one man to see a dream, another must be blind
That's how the world is
One side drowning in desperation while the other floats in bliss
Young children crying, parents dying
All for the sense of pride that never existed
Empty stomachs screaming in the code of negligence
Impediments, pressure to decimate appendix
South of life, dark side of the moon
Where gunshots spark and revenge is always soon
Minds leaning, heads swinging
Solid hopes lost in fog
The pen scratches from the position of the fortunate
Im good. But I know someone else is hitting snooze because they fear of being awaken into reality
These thoughts distraught my mind all the time
Carved on an angel's wing,
"It's the only thing keeping you human in a world full of roles"
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 6:44 PM UTC
I'm kind of freaking out
Arizona is sleeping with another man in a cigarette based bedroom
there is still liquor in my pupil'd eyes
the oh great AM insomniac lamp
is dusty
with someone else’s fingerprints
on her *******
i reached for the moon
and only felt snow
the books are staring at me
not saying a word
my breath is thick
i'm out of cigarettes
I've got a few dollar bills
I'll buy coffee and ink pens to keep me up
i need to keep track of the phases of the moon
its 56 degrees
wearing only a sweater
I'm freaking out
Winter may never end
I may not be able to leap from the ceiling
i can't stand up
or grow a beard
i'm slightly insane
or slightly sane
i'm still figuring out how she walks
and the road signs
leading to mexico
i must be crazy
mimicking the speech impediments of the walls
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
I shed tears of ink
For the voiceless.
I am the only link
To the hopeless.
For the poor I scribble
In love and solidarity,
to highlight the struggle
and do an anthem of poverty.
For the poor and marginalized,
I speak power to the validity,
I bring awareness for those victimized
to quench the thirst of brutality.
I can flow like a mighty fountain
In the face of mistreatments.
I crawl valleys and climb a mountain
In times of impediments.
I can leak useful information
In the cause of injustice.
I can write a memo for a demonstration
On behalf of disgruntled masses.
I am the defibrillator of broken hearts
and the hope of the downtrodden.
I can write love poems and draw arts
Just to motivate and embolden.
I have signed many peace treaties,
and declarations of independence.
I have been used to get properties
And I have been used for vengeance.
I am the weapon of choice for intellectuals
and the shield of protection against violence.
I am the stamp of instant rebuttals
and the glitch of terrestrial intelligence.
#IvanBrookspoetry © #Bassapoet
8-22-2019
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 5:30 AM UTC
Faded stains of spilled bourbon
dot the weathered nightstand’s surface
like stars speckle a clear midnight sky
Each commemorates a prop of courage
swigged to help forge another day
Bras, slips, heels and flats
pepper the soiled carpet
reflections of the many
nightly transgressions now
impediments which fleck her soul
Her frontal lobe
harbors distortions
from her past
forgiven by those who know her
forgotten by others
Rain pelts her window
rat-tat, rat-tats against the panes
compulsively splatters the door
flings open her mind
to let today’s downpour
splash away
any trace of her anguish
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 10:23 AM UTC
*Dispassionate heart
Summoning the chill
A skeleton of your former self
Domiciled within
These impediments
Panic prone
Arguing with fate
Weary of your blue
For how long will you
Linger in the shadows*
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC