"reinvigorated" poems
Watching him write on the blackboard
More green than black
I was struck by the deep blue of his shirt
And how crisp the lines were
Folded and ironed
More effort than I care to put into a shirt
And even though I was shivering
In the dark, hopeless blue of
My bulky winter jacket
Sitting in that empty chair
I slid out of the room in my mind
Recalling summer
The windows, now with canvas
Blinds half lowered
Would, instead of frost and condensation
Allow thick, all-encompassing heat
To slither into the room
Our shirts sticking to us
Sweat stains would mark up our
Clothes, like chalk on the blackboard
And our legs would
Stick to our plastic chairs as we
Stood at the end of class, reinvigorated
Voices raised in shared triumph of the overcome
Backpacks would be thrown over our
Shoulders wet and tan and flush with
Heat of the summer season, synonymous with
Hope. Our shorts and bright shirts made the
Room a deafening testament to our
Readiness
For the day.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 12:02 AM UTC
. i'm not an alcoholic, i'm an intermediating construct of blues... i think more about blank canvas i am to fill, than the next drink 'm about to have....
why give a dog's bollock's care
concerning yourself with
whst other other,
proper, "sober", sensible people
make of your?
i guess an inhibition of
a lost verse...
in poetry we call that a quais
take on a paragraph...
something akin to:
the same worth of the worth of
something worth losing...
get the drift?!
Clive Owen...
Denzel Washington,
Brian Molko...
now?
breed me, a ******* hybrid Q
your nag hammadi perfectionism!
you trans-gender
eucharist!
breed me an example
to my specification!
breed it!
show me the Frankenstein!
breed it!
i want wolf ***** "ingested"
in women subjects!
i, WANT, THEM!
you want the Frankenstein
monster?
first you need the mad doctor...
you have me...
cuffed and teasing!
i am,. dying to waake from
what is death, and what is death assured,
in the fork form of, shadow...
you, want, the monster...
i am giving your the antithesis
of the nameless
caricature of
what man's capability!
i need it, whatever "it", is...
i will not sleep till this "thing"
is awake in the womb
of my cognition...
and i know of its wake!
it's funeral a birth,
it's birth,
banshee screech!
the failed Polish
winged hussar charge against
the Ukranian Cossack upriing,
thick, in, mud...
i have the desires
to damage marking
banknotes...
Shelley will always outlast
the credibility of Austen...
Mary contra Jane...
horror...
Frankenstein monsters...
vampires...
werewolves...
she's the third of the canon!
you don't do that!
you can't do that!
but you did, do that!
there is a shadow of man,
he dares to call history
to contra the visage for the excuses
of journalism...
not here... not now...
as a young boy,
i dreamed of mingling the ***** of
wolves, being impregnated
in human females...
i guess, as a treat...
to alleviate
the existing product
of down syndrome'
what?
what is science?
if not the reinvigorated
perpetuation of
trans-categorical inquiry?
p.s. when i drink?
the last "thing" on my mind
is the activity of drinking,
notably, for socially unhinged
barriers to be broken...
i'm an anti-social drinker...
i hate conversation,
esp. when drinking...
a ******* desert,
when it comes to
the calorie intake!
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
Icy tangs are all the early morning, budding its flower
The young mother born into the sonata of her own being
That seems so foreign to thick sheltered blood,
My adult notch in this Exquisite Rotation.
Humid skies are as spy glasses to the truth
So says the colossus with our sun for an eye;
She steps out of the illusion beautifully blue
Robed in silks of celestial gold;
The skin hangs taught over the most beautiful
Pair of collarbones you’ve ever seen
The pass of your previous life comes in sublime waves
Of crashing aether and all the souls flee with irreclaimable mirth
Before popping in the atmosphere like spit and wishes
And everyday is the day of rest, a pondering
Of avant-gardens where a savior once walked.
He and his church left the path of the geese
For, he hears not, the pass of prayer on their lips.
But, I do not blame them: their mouths are full
With the sky’s drawstrings, reinvigorated from their disuse,
They’ve no time for the good word.
My family of geese fly for the astral bodies’ abode above
Where the casual speak of poets, philosophers can be hears
Talking about their *** lives, talking about themselves
No longer galvanized by their own recreations.
And as I go to place this thing in the place of pain
Warm rushes in the shifting life-force, the green of
Exuberant joy hits our hydrophobic throats
And we exhale, watching it roll back as the geese fly overhead
With no mind or reason why.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
here we stand
at the edge.
what a drop-
the bottom cant even be found.
curious by nature-
do we dare to leap?
surely this fall will shatter me physically
surely this fall will shatter me mentally
surely this fall...
is exactly what my body needs
sudden realization
THE FIRE HAS BEEN REINVIGORATED
being jumps
it falls
it falls
down
down
down
into
a
spiral
this human flesh tears itself away
this human mind twists and contorts
...consciousness fades...
awoken in a kingdom
by a calling voice
the voice of salvation
being is in rejoice
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
she always make the first cup,
for the pleasure of pleasuring
is but another love poem
in disguise,
she, a prolific writer in dance,
in her own right nights
never enough milk,
yet never tell,
nonetheless,
my lips loud kiss each other
the exhaled aaah
can be heard just far enough,
to reach her kitchened, richened ears
who enjoys more that first cuppa,
she or me,
is a debate reinvigorated daily,
the judges remain secluded,
happily refusing to a verdict issue,
necessitating a new trial,
no mock this one,
for it is a daily-born creation
a Hawaiian java creamery of just
another love poem
5/13/17 7:24am
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 7:39 AM UTC
Losers Can't be Choosers
My love is at stake my brain is in conflict
My rivals are clever my beloved is my force
I am reinvigorated by taking it but intact
I am but just nothing but my stance is source
I believe in fair play I take but my stance
Which is straightforward,frank and straight
You can play tricks but do not take chance
My enemies are in darkness but I am in light
Light dictates me the way to which proceed
I will be the winner and they will be the losers
My love is my quality and my strength indeed
Let me declare the fact losers can't be choosers
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 4:10 AM UTC
Your kiss on my lips, leaves your fragrance
My sweetheart my body is filled with essence
Now you command over my mind as credence
My ode you have reinvigorated my cadence
We communicate lips to lips and heart to heart
You are so sweet energetic so beautiful so smart
Your beauty you love carries me from the start
Oh gorgeous wonderful exuberant piece of art
Let me cherish let me celebrate every moment
I see you on clear blue sky as a beautiful crescent
Let love and beauty go hand in hand in agreement
You are my beauty princess and I am your aspirant
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 1:19 AM UTC
My body my soul faded into
What everyone wanted me to be
Life got hard I became distracted
So I forgot about me...
I faded into the background
Left dusty and forgotten
Erased memories and time
Nothing remained
but this vessel who liked to rhyme
Slowly and surely
A metamorphosis begun
I laid out all my fears and
took them on one by one
I bereaved that lost part of me
Waves washed away the doubt to sea
Tore down the jaded gates
Knocked down the shackled walls
*I emerged from my cocoon
This reinvigorated butterfly*
~
No more walls need built
In this new becoming of I
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 8:55 PM UTC
I deserted from the paradise to explore the universe
Because God made me excellent but also just diverse
I wanted to be considered at length while I was terse
With visions to explore horizons to be more transverse
I came across a sand dunes with its real musical tunes
Then I saw beauty with very many galaxies and moons
Love came down to me like drizzling rain in monsoons
A fairy in her golden dress came to me for honeymoons
Beam of light struck to complete the pursuit of my soul
A glowing beauty touched my heart as my ultimate goal
Sentiments started moving from part to part ,pole to pole
Love reinvigorated celebrated in shape of love as a whole
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 4:03 AM UTC
A lot of water has flowed under the bridge since then,
time now to start again from where things were left on their own when dealing in the present with regards to an uncertain future.
A considerable time has been spent in waiting for the right moment in time.
A lot of things got ascertained,
many assumptions made during that period of time,
however,
as of now in the present everything seems to be in place,
so now it's the right moment in time to start again with something definite in mind.
Wait for a while
Wait for sometime
Wait for the present moment in time in the present to become a thing of past.
Let is pass
Let it become a thing of past.
Let it pass off on it's own
Let it pass off like an old, dry leaf of an oak tree,
which gets carried away by the force of the wind,
then later on finds it's place on the ground after sometime.
Once the present moment in time passes by and things get settled,
time now to start again.
All this is because there are moments in life of an individual when everything seems to be on the verge of falling in it's right place,
however,
as it is said better said then done,
always it takes time for everything to find it way along the right place.
Confusion, chaos, conflict, contradiction, anxiety, curiousness and everything else will find their way in the mind of an individual that wants to remain calm, cool and steady at same point in time.
Keeping this in mind,
knowing that the future will remain uncertain,
importantly,
it's important to have something definite along the way with regards to the present moment in time,
always it's better to take the next step very carefully.
Better wait and watch
Better late than ever
A mistake even when it is corrected will still get registered as a mistake in the time that is yet to come because for every mistake that is made one has to pay something,
however a repeat mistake can definitely be avoided when doing things in hurry so as to keep the nature of things in proper shape while in present.
Better safe than sorry.
Atttitude plays a major role in shaping the future
The right attitude,
which is positive attitude plays a major role in building a constructive future,
later on the future can be shaped according to the present moment in time present then at that point in time.
Hence, whenever you find yourself caught in a web of lies with confusion and chaos becoming part of your life,
always it's better to play safe rather than feel sorry.
Always it's better to wait for a while,
wait for sometime,
wait for the present moment in time in the present,
let it pass,
let everything get settled and once things seem to be in place,
then upon finding the right moment in time,
time now to start again.
Finally, it's the right thing done at the right moment in time that makes a great deal of difference,
not only with regards to the nature of things in the present,
but also when it comes to handling and dealing an uncertain future,
which most of the time remains uncertain even when the best of the efforts are made to ascertain the same.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 8:33 AM UTC
Sitting quietly at the table, held in place by rusted shackles,
Embracing my bone-like phalanges in death's grip.
At the fringes of my vision, I note a horrid little creature,
Attempting to circumvent the Master's desire to flay me to pieces.
Begging for my life, as he fears dark aloneness in this drear abode.
The septum wall of my heart barely containing my blood,
As it pounds through its chambers, racing to my extremities, only to return once more,
more slowly, to be reinvigorated with vital oxygen again.
Eyes glazing as the Master approaches, demanding why I should be spared,
When I have disobeyed him, sparing that family from death's harsh embrace.
Shaking in this stone cold chair, my posterior aching from hours of discomfort,
I can only beg mercy of a merciless creature, who's only need of me, is absolute obeyance.
My only ability to coax unsuspecting families to relinquish their souls for this foul creatures pleasure.
My heart recognizing how low I have become to continue with this wretched life.
And, finally with the only spark of humanity remaining to me, I scream my defiance,
And as I had hoped, received a final blow, releasing me from this plane.
Oct 17, 2010
Oct 17, 2010 at 4:26 PM UTC
I’ve entered the Inner Passage
Thought of as the safe route to Alaska
Protected by friendly coves and sheltered bays
Shields voyagers from the uncertainties
Of the tectonics of a heaving Pacific
The Inner Passage
A compass point of
Jack London’s imagination
Spinning fantastic adventure yarns
of audacious Sea Wolf sailors
And rugged fortune seekers
Answering the call of the wild
The Inner Passage
Fraught with hidden shoals
And submerged rocky promontories
Lay just below the water line
Jutting on the steep banks
Of a glaciated mountain lined sea
The Inner Passage
Precludes an easy escape
To the boundless freedom
Of the open seas
One cannot sail away
One must firmly
grab the wheel
Guide the rudder
map the terra firma
Of a misconstructed life
The hazards and mishaps
Buried in the unconscious sands of the mind
interred to protect the heart
From the walking ghosts
Springing to life
Emboldening
The daily aches of living
The Inner Passage
Seemingly the safe route
Yet the hidden shoals
The ship wrecks
crews of stranded castaways
Call out for recovery, resurrection,
Watchfulness and recognition
Careful navigation is required
To salvage the wreckage
Rescue the unfortunate victims
Of the disasters and gales
I engendered along
my life's journey
The Inner Passage
A promise of rebirth
Reconstitution, recovery
“Can a man enter the womb again?”
The Gospel writer asks.
This inner passage may yet
Deliver me to a reinvigorated life
Let me uncover
What lies deep
In my tell tale heart
Let me tame
the mighty beasts of the sea
That rule the fathomless waters
Of my tumultuous emotions
May Thy Will and a better course
Heal my restive soul
My I finally free
my grounded vessel
From the false sanctuary
Offered by shallow shoals
Freeing me to dive deep
Into the hidden reefs
Of my heart and mind
May this pilgrim make good progress
May I accept life on life's terms
May I practice a well considered
engaged stewardship
May I never arrive at a staid place
And become wholesomely satisfied
with a serene state of being
The Inner Passage
Indeed a difficult voyage
Is underway
a new course mapped
I will pass through
The dark ranges where the
Commanding heights of
Fear, anger, resent and regret
Become nothing more
Then the precipitous peaks
Of a harmless silhouette
Fading away into the mist
Of yesterday's twilight
The Inner Passage
Aboard the Kennicott
Near Ketchikan, AK
8.22.19
jbm
Michael Nyman
The Piano
Aug 22, 2023
Aug 22, 2023 at 4:50 PM UTC
At the time as leaves nestled
a hushed acquaintance
brushed by as Autumn.
Healing beneath his tongue
He tasted Maraschino again.
His bloodstream reinvigorated
by these changes
eagerly suspending disbelief.
At the time the wind stood still
he found discarded keys
to an Autumnal hut
and bounded opened its door
he felt the joy of those sprouted aliums
Which he hurriedly planted in a drill
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
Dead eyes take everything in
Cross-stitched,
Never open,
But nothing escapes its dead view
On the cross it hangs
Movement seen
Mind contemplates,
Gust of wind,
Old tattered clothes
Adorn it body
Silence is its terror,
The corn grows flush year upon year
Crows carcasses
Bones circle this tattered thing
Half buried in mud
Black feathers in the wind
No friend of the sky now perches here
Curiosity,
Playful,
Hide & seek,
Children find the scarecrow
Open a button,
Hand goes in, a bird nest rests
Fingers indulge,
All that is heard is children's fear
As decomposing fingers hit the earth below
They run,
Breath heavy
Tears fill little eyes,
Darkness invades the landscape
As night falls,
The curious have no hope,
Its boots touch ground, silence is heard
As branches travel in search
Children's screams,
Heard but now to far away,
But there are others here
Burning the crop,
Thought unseen, Music hides
Cries of terror now far into the dark
An echo of what was seen,
Its veins penetrate the fertile earth,
Wheels expel air,
As music hides the terror yet to be seen
Three of fertile Flesh
The earth if giving will feed tonight,
As one goes in to the field of dreams
Where nightmares feed
Nails of thorn rip a silent throat
Only in there minds they scream
Crimson life upon the corn
The ground inhales
Nourishment for life next grown,
The music silences
Only the wind speaks, through the corn
As three
Now two
Where life was snapped broken shards
Litter the ground, a miss stepped foot
Low light not seen,
Impaled,
Upon broken life,
Now lifeless,
Roots do feed as life drains into the earth
Now only one
Alone
Frightened
Fearful
Of what slept within the corn,
No breath felt
As inanimate things don't breath,
A feeling of wetness upon there chest
What behind now feeding,
Fingers of branches Ingest
The scarecrow reinvigorated
No longer thin, gorged on life
As just
Bone
&
Skin
Crumple upon the earth,
And the scraps enveloped
This night, the field & earth feed well
As the crossed stitched mouth
Upon the cross smiles as a
Mouth stitched closed still got its fill...
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
She wants me to kiss on her petals of lips
For which she is ready to give all the tips
This is how beautifully takes me in grips
Love has been reinvigorated to take trips
When I embrace her warmth touches soul
Love and beauty mingle from pole to pole
In ecstasy and passion I just forget my role
Heaven dawns on me when she offer whole
Has love witnessed such charm of beauty
Where love and beauty are just totally free
In a state of trance she surpasses every sea
How I state what fortune of love could be
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 7:30 AM UTC
Sensually she is so charming and so alluring
She reinvigorated my ****** drive in spring
In that sling like a king I am bound to just sing
To strive to dive to drive and to revive in string
To be on swing to go up to the clear blue sky
To kiss stars and galaxies just like a bird to fly
To be with the inner beauty just an eye to eye
In that flight of love with beauty to be just sly
I can explain the taste of those beautiful lips
The zigzag journey between hillocks and hips
I can not explain the taste of dips and grips
What an experience of those trips without strips
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 11:50 AM UTC
It's strange to ponder about just what brought this revelation about.
They key now swings silently around my neck.
Lulling the air about into a mirage of sorts.
Yet as I frantically rub my eyes for clarity.
The image stayed vibrant and resilent.
Although it seemed to have aged in the time since I first looked upon it.
Claw like marks gouged the frame.
It seems to have been reforged.
With blood and steel.
Giving it a cold and bitter demeanor.
Yet as I place my hand on the weathered scars.
Am I filled with a roaring zeal.
I bellow a battle cry that reverberates through time itself.
This typhoon of emotion surrounds my senses.
Dizzy from the constant swirling and repetitive motions.
I pray for a salvation that still seems so far off.
But giving up now would bare no fruit.
So I greet it with a smile and a reinvigorated rage.
And await the moment that the calm calls for such renown.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC
reinvigorated by an atmosphere
creative juices flow
seems a lifetime since I sat
surrounded by stories of religion
having a 'god' experience –
memories flood through barred windows
as smiling familiar faces
dressed all in blue
great me with love and acceptance
again –
gratefulness hardly encompasses
this blessing
the joy
of this holy union
blessed by our love
for one and other –
same speckled tables
same off-white chairs
same same same
yet
so very different—
growth and change shine
similarities shift
re-membering a sacred membership
and once again
sharing this time –
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC
My love come be in arms and make night colorful
In this way you will touch the galaxies all above
And both of us will win this beautiful life battle
We have the honesty and clarity of heart my dove
You will have wonderful dreams to just celebrate
You will not be able to forget these golden moments
People will be envious of wonderful fortune so great
Time will keep in its annals all these beautiful prints
My sweetheart I will remember this sweet embrace
My body will nurture your essence and sweet fragrance
I will feel reinvigorated in this wonderful solace
For ever you will remain my princesses and I am prince
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright @017 Golden Glow
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 4:29 PM UTC
at one moment you are lying on that heated floor
with a person you feel your affections grow
next moment, a figure from far appears
and you have become seemingly disposable
you are not owed an explanation
at why the plans have suddenly changed
new love, fresh air and reinvigorated spirit
seemingly do not extinguish an old flame
perhaps, in fact, it has fanned it to grow
and while the smoke and falling walls crumble
from a house of love that was not even yet plastered
its another painful blow and an even more hurtful tumble
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 3:56 AM UTC
My Master is being kind keeps me happy under all circumstances
Ignores all, chance after chance just gives me very many chances
Helps me to encounter all difficulties as well as difficult challenges
He overlooks my all sins and actions and whatever over indulgences
Under sheer disgust and disappointments I always look towards Him
When I become seriously ill and all healers make me hopeless and grim
His kindness prevails over and empowers all odd situations up to brim
I love you at the peril of my life I bow in front of you with just my whim
My dearest God My ultimate Love ,Truth and Beauty let me praise
My soul is reinvigorated with Your Love phrase just in every phase
Under complete love and affection I want to touch glory with craze
When Satan sways and strays in negligence only God correct my ways
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 5:12 AM UTC
My love let me taste your wine in prime
Be my guest to make me real appraiser
Allow me to kiss the flowers in springtime
Let my heart and soul to be in love to stir
Your sensual youth takes me to the height
I am really reinvigorated and intoxicated
Light of your beauty make me to the flight
You my love are so sweet and really gifted
Let me take you in, in my heart and soul
Let me be the guard of your beauty in trance
You are my faith my life my sweet goal
Let me be your lover, take chance after chance
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 6:30 AM UTC
Love is a flowing river or a trickling brook?
Where beauty can smilingly open its book
This is how I want to enhance my outlook
Let me see from near let me have close look
Your fragrance takes me along with wind
Let me forget painful moments to rescind
Only pleasure should dance along to amend
Let me embrace you being more disciplined
I thought about you and still I love to think
With your glowing cheeks and lips so pink
With open bottle of beauty let me to drink
Reinvigorated in the taste we came to brink
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2014 Golden Glow
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 10:49 AM UTC
in oneness of hope
we go forth
to taste the last tear
to face the last fear
indeed to cup the ear
on the cusp
of eternity's scream
bound by our fealty to reason
brought on by the savage mad-seasons
where legions of treasonous lesions
straddle continuum's seam
well versed in the precepts of sorrow
immersed in regrets of tomorrow
ingest we the beating breast
and pick the chest-bone clean
in life as in death
we resound
RE-SOUND
reverberated requiems
RESTATE
reinvigorated impetuums
RELIVE
unadulterated invectives
REVEAL
unemancipated objectives
we mustn't recoil
we shan't recant
upon words aflight
our spirits alight
in oneness of hope
we write
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 4:23 PM UTC
A thought may evaporate,
But never fear for those that
Disappear into the cloud of forgotten
Memory, will one day rain down anew
Fresh and rethought.
And as new ideas descend splashing
Down on your reinvigorated thoughts.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 7:00 PM UTC