"renouncing" poems
When did you become a stormy sea of obsession?
Confining in all of your ways
Renouncing all moves in any direction
When one does not yield to the calls, you play
Attempts to govern unclipped wings can be exhausting
The very thought is so gravely insane
Yet you still despondently try to cage in free spirits
With those borders you set and maintain
You reveal uncertainty in your own validation
In the faith you hold in your own
When you desperately try to close off the sky
From free spirits thirsting to roam
Did you know that your borders are guarded by insecurity?
They are useless and protected in vain
Take a look inside the cages you obsessively provide
Not a single free spirit remains
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 6:31 PM UTC
The day that I was christened--
It's a hundred years, and more!--
A hag came and listened
At the white church door,
A-hearing her that bore me
And all my kith and kin
Considerately, for me,
Renouncing sin.
While some gave me corals,
And some gave me gold,
And porringers, with morals
Agreeably scrolled,
The hag stood, buckled
In a dim gray cloak;
Stood there and chuckled,
Spat, and spoke:
"There's few enough in life'll
Be needing my help,
But I've got a trifle
For your fine young whelp.
I give her sadness,
And the gift of pain,
The new-moon madness,
And the love of rain."
And little good to lave me
In their holy silver bowl
After what she gave me--
Rest her soul!
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*Unke Dar Pe Pahunchne To Paayein
Yeh Na Poocho Ke Hum Kya Kareinge
Sar Jhukana Agar Jurm Hoga
Ham Nigahon Se Sajda Kareinge*
**Once I reach the door
Spare me from asking what I will do
If blasphemous it is to prostrate my body
My gaze shall bow at the door**
*Baat Bhi Teri Rakhni Hai Saqi
Zarf Ko Bhi Na Ruswa Kareinge
Jaam De Ya Na De Aaj Hum Toh
Maikade Mein Sawera Kareinge*
**I am to keep your words too, O' Cup Bearer
And I cannot offend the cup
Whether or not you serve me tonight
I will meet my dawn at your door**
*Iss Taraf Apna Daman Jalega
Uss Taraf Unki Mehfil Chalegi
Hum Andhere Ko Ghar Mein Bulaakar
Unke Ghar Mein Ujaala Kareinge*
**Here, my life will be on fire
And there celebrations will begin at yours
I willingly invite the darkness to my abode
So that brightness may exist at yours**
*Baat Tarq-e talluq Bhi 'Anwar'
Itna Ehsaa- e-Rasm-e-Wafa Hai
Aakhiri Saans Tak Bhi Hum Unse
Berukhi Ka Na Shikwa Kareinge*
**Even after renouncing our relationship O’ Anwar
I am to maintain the ritual of faithfulness
Even unto the last breath
Never will I complain of aloofness**
— Translated by Jamil Hussain, Sung by Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 9:48 AM UTC
Show me
true beauty
how waves
break the shore
into individual grains
yet each contains
the whole
crystalline universe
reflecting light
renouncing midnight
Leave me not
upon the sand
barefoot and stripped
recounting sins
to the weary wind
return my heart
to loving grace
salt-scrubbed chambers
cleansed of hate
tenderly reborn
let love
rise from this
arid ground
clear water drawn
from a deeper well
with cupped hands
tend the seeds
so we may eat
of the bounty
that rightfully belongs
to no one
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 9:59 AM UTC
The pierced ego sees
through an opaque lens;
a vestige of hope,
humor and
intellectual solidarity.
Effigies of forgotten ethos,
the culmination of a
fated dream;
unrequited ardor, abandons
identity to an irreducible
fervor,
subtext of tension,
enduring ****** privation;
etude of a paramour
ending torture,
tasting mystical polarity.
The wounded heart
once intruded,
bleeds effusive;
the ornament of humility.
Flattened collateral
damage,
primal search,
proves illusive;
portals of hurt, slivers
of pride,
assembled fragments of
thereness
absorb the loss
of my English muse.
Poetry and devotion
punctuated murmurs
of piety,
depth perception
virtue unfound;
expectation - access
to suffering;
disinterested love
present,
desultory carnage
of rescission,
absurdity personified;
euphemism
of adieu,
the sound of no sound.
The discarded image
finds no favor,
the salt lost it's savor
unquenched thirst;
desire of
diminished purview,
the saporus stream
deferred;
vision eclipsed;
saturated self
hidden in the text.
Poverty asks the
question,
absence summons
ethereal substance
merged into
the immanent frame;
integrating,
in solitude signifying,
mediating - logos
contested
the humiliation of
the word.
Lyrical enigma,
where did I go?
provisional
personality
scorned,
renouncing nostrums
of the prosaic,
surrenders to the
the realm interior
sovereignty
assumed in
provenience,
native
horizon of the next.
©2008 & 2011 W.S. Warner
Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 6:11 PM UTC
They hide behind
A masked impunity
One that loiters on the lips
That gathers dust
While proclaiming
A nightmare of angels
Who haunt derangement
In startling blasphemous hullucinations
Which excite to the point of delerium
Who menace with grandiose examples
Which surpass all human capacities
Renouncing indisputable rights as heresy
Keeping their stones not cast, unthrown
Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 3:04 PM UTC
August nights are deceptive
in almost every way.
Chivalry may only go so far
two blocks in the dark.
Pausing in natural progression
cross-legged pavement within a 70s orange halo
to pet the neighborhood cat and to measure
the circumstances of the crossroads.
To measure up the exhausted opponents
of the oldest colosseum.
your frown spoke only negations
betrayed by your truth-or-dare eyes.
whites revealing an ancient wound,
irises concealing an urgency
that spread to me on the sidewalk
like purple chalk on the driveway
Or tendrils of ink in water.
I watch the Janus of your being
oscillate like glass
afraid of breaking itself.
The mouth that denies
is the mouth that calls its own bluff
Renouncing its resolve all over
damp trembling skin and
the high of oxytocin.
I'll... I'll see you again tomorrow?
August nights are deceptive
in almost every way.
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 7:18 PM UTC
Someone, somewhere believes that they love someone in the same way I love you.
Someone, somewhere is watching their first movie together & are waiting in the queue.
Someone, somewhere is celebrating their first moment of holding hands.
Someone, somewhere is politely accepting the other’s whims and commands.
Someone, somewhere is experiencing the rush of many butterflies twiddling in their stomach.
Someone, somewhere is kissed for the first time & is profoundly dumbstruck.
Someone, somewhere is being captivated by their thrilling dreams.
Someone, somewhere is waking up to screams.
Someone, somewhere is sharing their last kiss with the thought of no longer being together.
Someone, somewhere is wrapping their anniversary gift to spend many more years forever.
Someone, somewhere is watching an extraordinary sunset with no one by their side.
Someone, somewhere is cracking up, laughing on the stupid antics of a child.
Someone, somewhere is caught between falling in love with themselves and wishing they were someone else.
Someone, somewhere is packing their bags to see the world with someone else.
Someone, somewhere is dancing to ecstasy to the first text message of their crush.
Someone, somewhere is whispering sweet nothing’s to someone else. Someone, somewhere just blushed.
Someone, somewhere is staring at the peaceful face of the person sleeping by their side.
Someone, somewhere is awake the whole night to just watch this.
Someone, somewhere is pondering on the worth of their eyes, if it wasn't to see this.
Someone, somewhere is bleeding blank sheets, penning words that fail them.
Someone, somewhere just opened their eyes to a new landscape, a new sun.
Someone, somewhere is saying a new hello. Someone, somewhere is bidding an old goodbye.
Someone, somewhere is killing their flesh, their soul is with someone else.
Someone, somewhere is desperately wishing, craving with every petal of a red rose they throw, or tearing their eyelashes and renouncing it in the air, crossing the fingers of their left hand, then their right hand or stargazing on a starless night in a hope that a star will fall and they can pray for their some-one.
Someone, somewhere thinks they love someone else exactly like I love you.
Someone, somewhere is entirely wrong.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
We are the ***** purveyors of other peoples lives
renouncing the living breathing beating heart
in exchange for another photo of craft ale
and home-cooked food with a foot note description
as if it would fill our bellies and sate our hunger.
We are the dark wave tsunami of digital information
waxing lyrical about that holiday in Spanish sunshine
and a rant about car parking attendants and traffic jams
rather than the outstretched palm to jaw caress of realness
instead we line up perspectives of another bottle of wine.
We are the breeders of the optic L'enfant terrible
gorging on the memories of other worlds in 140 characters
snap shots of the life we could have had outside of the screens
the spineless automatons of digitized free love
the could've been, would've been lumbering electronic has-been.
We are the tumultuous storm rising fighting against the unknown power
we unite to save bees and coral reefs
and explore the concepts of actually doing something humanitarian
all we need do is sign the petition before the 11th hour
and be one of the thousand voices saying:
NO. We won't take this any more!
We are the saviours of our time and the rescue merchants of lost dogs
imbibed by Scrabble and Candy Crush weaving the elusive like a band aid
the tapestry of memes and images of cute kitteh's in boxes
chasing the shadows of reality on a stick for kicks
and all the while the moon is out there somewhere shinning her light
glorious silver light etching through the hash tag of cloud formations.
We are no longer what we thought we were. We are each other.
A haemoglobin gelatinous mass of misinformation and forgotten dreams
You are not alone. Even if you wanted to be,
my friend, my sister, my lover, my brother
quoting movies as if it were an inner wisdom speaking in tongues.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
Your words are heard throughout my changing mind
Saturating every part of my senses
Profusely renouncing all of my kind affections
Can you not see me building my shield of defenses
Your exasperation with life itself crushes my resolve
To see this world with you in a better light
As you seem to distrust each one who crosses your path
When I know each dog I see does not bite
All your subtle insinuations, unbendable points of view
Places a shadow on the light here in my heart
Yet, I will not permit you to ever steal my joy
Even if from your presence, I must forever part
I have always been in awe of your judgment and your wisdom
Deeply respected your opinion as your own
However, I will not be forced to think and act as you do
So for now, I will leave you alone
Jun 27, 2010
Jun 27, 2010 at 12:38 PM UTC
I didn’t pray to God in the hospital.
I didn’t pray to God in the jail.
No one’s praying to God when their duty to truth hasn’t failed.
No one’s praying to God if you’re the doctor threatened with ****** for abortions you perform.
No one’s praying to God when you’re accused as a witch and the holy-fire at your feet’s getting warm.
No one’s praying to God when medicine stops the disease that uncontrollably spread.
I wasn’t praying to God, when it was time for my heart to break and the pieces are still aching.
I wasn’t praying to God when I saw from mountaintops the natural wonder of this land.
I wasn’t praying to God when the times were bad, better, or good.
But God isn’t funny
When government leaders say they hear the words that he spoke,
Or when the faithful say he hates us, internet decapitate us,
Bar atheist from running nations though we’re just normal folk.
God isn’t funny,
When Religion’s given money just so others can pray,
But instead try humanism,
Give the people penicillin,
Clean water, food, or a place to live in but,
Hunger isn’t hilarious.
Ha Ha
Ha Ha
I didn’t pray to God in the hospital.
I didn’t pray to God in the jail.
I won’t be praying to God when my mortal heart finally fails.
No one would pray to God if they realized heaven’s not there when they finally close their eyes
I don’t pray to God, I won’t take false comfort in lies.
But God isn’t funny,
When people use his views to deft scientific proof.
Pronouncing old conclusions, renouncing evolution,
If it’s faith or truth it should be easy to choose.
But God isn’t funny,
When he gives false hope to the hurting and bereaved,
And it’s goes without saying,
If you’re a different faith or gay then,
We’re all peace and love but you’re not in the club.
Doesn’t sound so hilarious
I didn’t pray to God in the hospital.
I didn’t pray to God in the jail.
I didn’t pray to God in the hospital.
I didn’t pray to God in the jail.
I didn’t pray to God in the hospital.
I didn’t pray to God in the jail.
Mister God look at your people they’re starving, freezing, diseased, or so very poor.
No one's laughing at God
No one's laughing at God
No one's laughing at God
Laughing at the sky is odd.
Sep 13, 2010
Sep 13, 2010 at 3:52 PM UTC
He opened his eyes in a night sky,
Waxed black and fed by dews darkness,
Ebon and incarnadine mists consumed the air,
One hundred ravens in coracinet played
Soft music gliding her pale feet,
Quivering a flutter she swayed dreaming,
Before his black oak door,
Long his finger enchanted the path,
Fluttering onward in rapture,
The bell rings and rings,
Come dance, dance with thee,
Enchanted ye be
Her naked withering pallid body,
Of silk and chiffon he enfolded,
Her lips tasting amber and figs ripening,
Coruscating maidens swirled an epitome of dance
Not until she was dark grown repentance,
Renouncing all others,
Only then he shall devour upon her,
A bargain be struck,
Swept away riven by her dreaming plea,
My lady crowned dance with thee,
Beholdeth spelled she be troth,
And the Raven King hungered upon her lips
Forever radiant enchanted black,
── Unto the dance of night, his eternally bound
© Arnay Rumens 2015
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
if i am the ocean
than you are the sea
caressing the sand
where my waves
become free
i may hold onto
depths of what
we could be
but i know now
you’re willing to
hold space for me
in ways we are different
but much more, the same
to see us as separate
would be such a shame
for so long
i thought my waves
couldn’t be claimed
but then we collided
and still, you remained
through all of the storms
you washed pain off of me
and each of my tears
brought you closer to me
and now i don’t drown
in the rain of my doubts
as we dance to our love
we no longer renounce
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 2:44 AM UTC
*Dance of happiness
Smile of contentment
Tranquility of wisdom
Radiance of love
Beacon of leadership
Gratitude of acceptance
Euphoria of self realization
Harmony of silence
Embrace of cosmic truth
Strength of renouncing
Living for the moment
Belief in eternity
Journey of Life
Profound existence*
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 7:42 AM UTC
This is immediate
Everyday, hour
Every time, every moment
Accompanying a lack of denial
Or refusal, is a confidence
My head is level
Eyes are straight
Heart is a little off beat
Even still,
Keeping possessed by this thoughtful nature and
the usher cast for a mind under clouds
Those chords from those organs
Equal:
My understanding
My forecast
My disbelief
My expected
My growth
My overthrown
My burn
My yearn
But I do deny what is known
from hearing the being
And seeing what I was hearing
Held my place for seasoning to marinade and stew in
A well rehearsed
And tirelessly versed
Can’t deny how much comes and
what is earned
is now learned
Forever renouncing any feels of the spurned
Laid this body down over puddles in storms
In a wonder what will form
That's the drive most important
Only the girl,
She's all that really ever matters, only this one
for her return
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 12:02 AM UTC
I’ll be your girl anytime
From now until the end
You’ve stolen this young heart of mine
You’ve become more than just a friend
I’ll hold you
And help you
Through the toughest times indeed
Renouncing never these feelings of mine
Passion for you I bleed
There never was another angel
Who could have stolen my heart from this distance
You have managed to break in anyway
And to you I give no resistance
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 11:18 PM UTC
The place looked like an inn, or was it a sin house? no idea he had,
He made himself believe that he was a pilgrim, but free from bindings of any kind,
as he was going around holy places in penance, after mourning his father's death
had long black beard and saffron robes,a Hindu Sadhu look like,( renouncing nothing!)
She said she was a fallen woman, he told she should get up and go, not wasting time,
he has no wisdom yet worth giving, but she still expected and stood by, waiting
so he had to put his wisdom cap on,"Stressed out men and catty women" he said what occurred then
"this world gets tattered by them and their kin, the sooner one understands this the better,
beyond the quagmire focus your vision; uncluttered mind, that's where to begin"
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 9:54 AM UTC
The whole universe as a giant wheel
Where events take place
A roller coaster tour, we are in
Unknowingly, events repeat themselves
In different form and through different avatars
Same time, in a loop
Wants us to believe, we are moving forward
Time is the most efficient illusionist
Taking a siege of our minds
For we believe, what we are allowed to
Hallucination becomes reality
Players are we, moving according to a game plan
Not aware of the grand design
And the intricacies of the networks and links
Caught between the networked world
When reality is a faraway dream
Not many of us will be successful to break away
To live away from the constraints
Finding the truth comes with renouncing
The illusion has a bind on us
Till we break the mirrors of irrationality
Time and again, we are reminded
A vision that comes rarely
To look within the self
For the truth is waiting to be revealed
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
Many are asleep. Many are awake. Some lie betwixt, straddling the waking and dreaming worlds.
Yet all is one. And all will always be one.
The myriad of tendrils extending from the superorganism of Gaia throb as one single heartbeat. This is the ancient way. A tide of lifedeath, receding and reseeding. One recent manifestation of the infinite and her ever-fecund complex of awe and beauty are a small band of lunar vamps gone rogue, renouncing the Order of Crimson Red for Opal White, death's blood for life's milk. Gaia, mother to all living things, has tended greatly to this particular green strand of hers; She wills it forth and it obediently flourishes in response, despite the race of humans and blood vamps and their respective patriarchal death cults of never ending consumption.
Something is afoot. Wheel of time grinds to a halt. The Atman is -now- nudging man and his greed. New epoch emerges. Third eyes wide shut begin to narrow open. Beauty will again retake it's rightful place over the usurper, truth, putting it under her foot. Transformation beckons Earth, parting lips sealed, opening her up, seeding her anew till sleeping snake at sacrum bottom uncoils and slides up, up to be lit, enlightened, ecstatic, rolling milky eyes to the back of the head.
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
My little game of Chess
That I played, with you
Making subtle moves
Hinting all too softly
Allowing impasses
Offering a pawn
Renouncing knights
Denouncing a bishop
Even giving up my Queen
That trying game of Chess
It appears, has come to a stale
Without one word spoken, without
An idea or intellect having being shared
My dear, I have not tried hard enough, and
I shall never be the wiser for not having made a move
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 5:11 PM UTC
Wish to feel the weird
Experience after demise
How, who feel about
Me, before and after
Wish to know that
Real and fake love
Being Showered on me
Will there be anyone
Travelling with me to
The silent graveyard
Will there be anyone
Restraining their happiness
Will there be anyone
Renouncing their luxury
Will anyone curse me
Anyone shed tears for me
Wish to feel the experience
Knowing who is in need
Of my existence so badly !
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 4:17 AM UTC
" Seraph- An Angel associated with light and purity "
Gladdening the mundane woods, with her flickering flight
Mightier spark from her wand, pouring jewels of delight
Her essence solemnly inhaled by the opaqueness of the mist
Disappearing promptly into the unrevealed, compassionately renouncing her magical kiss
And the soulless abode, radiantly enlivens
Purified in recurrence, a tale ecstatically written
By Seraph!
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 4:16 PM UTC
Within mixed company one might apprehend
Renouncing of truths which encumbers the world
Symptomatic social submission dyspepsia trend
Peripheral Cocktail conversations’ knurl
With premeditated segments pre-portioned for digestive ease.
Rambling thoughts, forego the shadows from which they unfurled
Blend they do into the abstract of popular sedition.
Modern life’s pace set to the speed of delusions,
Which shatters the barriers, setting free dangerous silent admissions.
From their recesses, where quiet hatred echoes hidden in hushed undertones,
Fed by the collective self interests’ of defensive conclusions,
The camouflage of fallacies, woven into faces we see..
PFL
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 1:45 AM UTC
The Chinese wall
Stained with teacup & wandering
Chatter and white texture
Of table and screen in eye flashing
A personal ideal
You and your entitled insomnia
Making blonde dogs hurt for a summer
Or a saxophone
Me and my twelve hour staircase speech
Aiding a circus
Or a bleeding taxicab
Way of thinking about a moon
Full of dental light
It doesn't need to be a dreadful
Sadness alone on this street
I can be a child too
The symposium of fastened
Yellow sounds
Being sent by radio tower to
The head of a gated individual who hasn't sung something fresh in far too long
& quite frankly
The ones who wear ***** dresses have had enough!
Enough of totalitarianism
And the debate of a sidewalk under fire
&prayer;
the seat of a desolate minstrel
Who can believe in your
Fantastical idols??
Not the airport who's burning fur hat
Lifts a feather to the
Palace of night
And ..... Now
We expect burdened coronations
Or the theater to put on
A clatter of
Simplicity
I have no wide stepping
The alarm has rung for the strange ostrich
One may attempt to love absolutely
Renouncement finds pleasure in
Renouncing itself
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 2:29 AM UTC
I came across a thousand youths
who climbed with pride
with their wisdom tooth.
Who knew no more
or less through hindsight
Footsoles sore
searching and trite.
Renouncing joy,
forgetting, neglecting
The simplicity, they overlook
at all the truth
in children's books.
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC