"ires" poems
Tying off every sentence
Before formation
You leave so many knots to develop
Forming a physical
Representation
Of deeper ires and darker fears
Than that which crosses
Daily paths
So many rescinds
It begins to feel
Ordinary
To reject and pull out
Of living these
Daily paths
Soon the ache transcends
Mentality, emotional core
Shivers itself down
Strips and tears itself out
Emerging as
A surface twitch
Developing to
Repetitive kinks
Growing cancerous hives, you carry monstrous minds
Hulking demons that force you
From daily paths
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 11:41 PM UTC
Choose in life the tranquil path
paved with peace devoid of wrath
where every woman and man
love makes welcome hate does ban.
Once found - you can never stray
from the quiet tenor of its way.
.
Great your burden, heavy the load:
weightless it feels upon that road
where briar, thorns and bramble
give way before you as you ramble
along a route of stingless nettle
and calm and joy upon you settle...
Dispelling sadness, soothing pain;
cooling your ires as gentle rain.
They, who would this pathway find
are those who caring ever mind
their neighbour, known or strange
through all this worldly range.
Dry your tears, greet the smile
bravely face each yearly mile;
be calm, be kind and you will never lose
sight of the pathway that you must choose.
Tobias
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
Anger will devour love
Love loses appetite.
Turning it to hatred,
slowly in every fight
Anger will eat respect.
Respect is chewed by seethe.
In disgust respect will die
leaving its love to grieve.
Anger will swallow joy,
and happiness is chewed.
Ires bitter after taste,
in spittle and abuse.
Anger will devour love
and love will run its course.
Anger gets just desserts,
when anger is divorced.
©Jacqui Slade
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 5:34 AM UTC
sangkutsa— sana'y kartada nuwebe
stove -- so much inner blue
in this gruesomeness,
still soft is the orifice, maiming
the speech whirling in warm press;
hand -- to just blindingly toss out
in wording it so that then this is true:
we once had each other in the
simmer of feelings, leaving
our shadows crazy-eyed in
elegiac silence.
rawness -- boiled to a broth:
thawing largeness, tipping away in
and of feeling.
final stages --- half-done in waiting,
half-undone in wanting. darkness
condoles with the aperture of
clouds twitching to rain tritely
against the tiled floor. islands of
wet footmarks make the traverse
viciously slippery on my way
to your side of breathing.
all of it -- hand's gentle breeze,
salt of lake-eyes, melee of tactical pressures sizing down spots gleamed
and honeyed with ires. a hiss
on landscaped neck where a peregrinating perfume sits, feverish with
desire and nothing else,
blood boiling, whistling through the pores are the saltine sweat
poised, almost
for the mouth's readiness
in consummation.
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 8:14 AM UTC
There’s a darkness that crawls within
Seeping through veins
Coursing through limbs
Fury of ten thousand waves
Crashing against the shore
Anger’s rampage and furor to abhor
The strength of invincibility
Masked with pain
Mistaken for strength when it’s rage
Its mission now is to consume the soul
To find the source
And destroy the core
Finding its way
Through its muddy trails
Feeling elated and yet with despair
Looking for something
Bright and serene
Onward it goes to destroy its gleam
The endless travails
Through rocky roads
Leading to places it will erode
At the corner of lies
Amidst valleys of corruption
Straight to the cave of total disruption
Where faith is entombed
And hope is not seen
Right in the street of lost dreams
But deep in the sunset
At a distance a sight
An island of love and wondrous might
Landed to destroy
The Holy contrary of ires
The divine, supreme, blessed fire
The Spirit is there
Tall and bright
Ready to protect the soul’s life
Denying entry
Of that black shadow
That will raise its bow and shoot its arrow
The armor of goodness
Will not go down
And the shield of truth will stand its ground
Dare if you may
To cross the line
The sword of love will slay the malign
Fear and hate
Is what you are
Trying to consume those near and far
You can fight
And you can persist
The soul will have my strength to resist
I am the light
That forever shines
And it will embrace all who are mine
Life is precious
This I’ll save
With every breath till the end of days
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 11:44 AM UTC
What a Cnut! (13)
Lazy river bends twist through ages past.
scoring dark foreboding lines between the course
and curse. Forgotten pits, tombs long and vast
bear pain. This sufferance an ancient source
behind whose name, Ozymandias, who?
Forgotten one, with statuette and dust;
With little plot of land presenting; cue
besotted fans and weeping stands and rust
-ed crimson stains. Pyramids worn and sunned.
Grizzled maws gnaw foxholes. Anxious shadows
creep, kettling the dreams of untold freedom
long since sold. The sons of emp-ires fade.
Mocking wizened worries and wet laird Cnut,
who knocking heads with entropy slumbers cut.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC