"subsidence" poems
i feel like a spaceman
a displaced alien in a wasteland
base plan
looking for a face, trying to trace man
it's not rocket science
with the fights, riots, and sights of violence
i'd give my right eye for some silence
i'm finding this place never quiets
no kindness, or signs of subsidence
relying on small minded diets
no compliance, alliance, or guidance
few ever try to defy the tyrants
i feel like a spaceman
a displaced alien in a wasteland
base plan
looking for a trace, trying to face man
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
In the Name of Allah the Magnificent the Beneficent, Allah you show me much of You're Gratitude, my prayer are never sufficent.
Allah my heart and soul pleads for Your Grace, my life has turned for the worse please have Mercy on my soul and all my sins erase.
Deep in the valley in the darkness of life, so difficult to find an exit that would lead me out of this strife.
I supplicate, my soul cries searching for guidance, so deep in this worldly life while crawly out of subsidence.
Reconciling and searching for the better things You offer, forgiveness in my vocal cord is stifled, my soul suffer.
Allah, Your Greatness is so sound Your Creation is so perfect in Your way, my Lord hear my prayer don't let me go astray.
The rain You bring upon us fulfills the rich supplement of life for mandkind, the lost gratitude and praises we leave so behind.
Forgive me Allah of my pass and coming sins, I beg for Your Compassion from now and till my new life begins.
Cleans my heart and soul, with Your Heavenly Grace make me as white as snow, forgiveness is the best that I know.
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 2:00 AM UTC
1
We're not in darkest Africa
and jungles don't adorn,
this little bit of overgrown
that wraps around our lawn,
2
Plants of pretty colors
sit comfortable in there bed,
and about two dozen footsteps
find us at the potting shed.
3
Our potting shed has seen better days,
some parts have been rebuilt
and it's suffering from subsidence
for it's slightly on a tilt.
4
The walls desperately need painting
because the wood has got some rot
but a boring place to come and sit
it definitely is not.
5
Odds and ends adorn the shelves
and the places spiders tread
where the dust has piled on the weight
and the woodworm may have spread.
6
Smells that we first come across
carry the scent of damp,
foul stinks from half empty sacks,
paint tins that have gone rank.
7
An old oil lamp expel the rust
like dandruff from my head
reigning down golden crumbs
that looks like toasted bread.
8
We think that we have found some proof
of what might linger around
footprints so large and evident
that a Tigers walked upon this ground.
9
So while we have been sleeping
and resting through the night
there's been a Tiger in our shed
but he keeps out of sight.
10
We've sorted through many boxes
we've moved some things aside,
looked into shadows with a torch
but we can't find where he hides.
11
Perhaps he's gone out hunting
for an evening meal,
eyeing up the neighbors dog
with energetic zeal.
12
Perhaps he's out sunbathing,
sitting somewhere in a tree
camouflaged with all those stripes,
that's the reason we can't see.
13
I don't know if he's Sumatran,
Siberian or Bengal
and he doesn't ever show himself
or come to me when I call.
14
I believe he stays outside all day
and only hides in here at night
but I won't come down here when its dark
only in the light.
15
He is a wild animal so
one must take the some care
for he could be stalking us as prey
he could spring from anywhere.
16
But we leave the door unlocked for him
and we've made a comfy bed,
and a sign that just reads "WELCOME"
to the Tiger in our shed
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
elephants stomp with stone-laden feet
back and forth, back and forth,
creating cracks in my already-battered skull,
weakening the very foundations of my sanity.
their trumpeting echoes through cold corridors
flooding my thought capacity to the brim.
a tightrope walker stretches me, thin -
i feel the shifting pressure of her nimble feet
treading the territories of my weathered frame,
back and forth, back and forth,
my skin reddens beneath the incessant crossing
as the sinew within me starts to atrophy.
in my chest cavity there is a ring of fire,
manipulating my lungs and feeble heart to mere ash.
two golden eyes seen beyond the flames,
ready to leap through them - without the
inconvenience of fear weighing down his agile paws,
both capable and likely to tear my veins to shreds.
a grisly strongman has my bones in his grip.
he smiles malevolently, gloating his strength over me,
squeezing the life from my cartilage - awaiting the snap.
i am cognizant of the sound, but i won't flinch.
next, the imminent collapse of my vertebrae -
i feel them crumble to dust. he laughs.
but it is in the pit of my stomach the ringleader sits -
commanding me into subsidence with every crack of his whip.
i want to meet his eyes but he only averts my gaze.
his twisted circus nearly through, the audience begins to dissipate.
i stare through the blurred smoke, desperate for his visage -
when i see on one of his faded lapels, the embroidery spells out your name.
-m.f.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
THORNED CROSS OF SCARLET TEARS,
OH HOW THY HAVE KNEELED TO THOU THROUGHOUT THE YEARS.
THOU SMOOTH BEADS THAT SWIRL AROUND THOU NECK OF THE HOLY SON,
OH HOW THY HAVE REPEATED “OUR FATHERS” AND “HAIL MARYS” FOR THOU PATRIARCHAL CREATOR ABOVE.
LOVING HANDS THAT SHALL SHOW THOU THE LADDER TO HEAVEN,
OH HOW THY BELIEVES WINGS WILL PREVAIL OVER THOU TAIL OF SATAN.
CIRCLES OF GOLD AND ASCENDED WINGS,
OH HOW THY AWAITS FOR THOU REDEMPTION THOU SHALL BRING.
FEMININE CANDLES TO AWAIT THOU FEMININE ACT OF BIRTH,
OH HOW THY LIFTS THE FOUR CANDLES FOR ALL THOU IS WORTH.
THE WINE THAT CAME FROM THOU WATER,
OH HOW THY SHALT TELL THOU MIRACLE TALE TO THOU DAUGHTER.
WHITE AND BLUE ROSES OUR LADY OF HELP REQUESTS AT HER FEET FOR HER BIRTHDAY,
OH HOW THY BUYS FLOWERS FOR THOU NEXT TIME THY AND THOU MEET.
HEART PROTECTED BY THE SHIELD OF THE HOLY SPIRIT’S GUIDANCE,
OH HOW THY NEVER BECOMES A VICTIM TO SUBSIDENCE.
WATER THAT SWIRLS INTO THE BLOOD OF CHRIST,
OH HOW THY REMEMBERS HOW THE SON SAVED US IN SIGHT.
BREAD THAT ENTERS THE BODY AND THUS THE SON HIMSELF,
OH HOW THY REMEMBERS TO REFLECT IN THYSELF.
EYES TOWARDS THE SKY IN HOPE OF MIRACLES,
HOW THE LIGHT IN THY VISION RETURNS SYMMETRICAL.
PAIN THAT DISAPPEARS LIKE THE AIR FROM THY LUNGS,
OH HOW THY REJOICES WITH THE WORDS THAT ROLL OF THY TONGUE.
PRAYING FOR THE HOPE THAT THOU SAVIOR PUSHES UNTO THY SOUL,
OH HOW THY GETS CLOSER TO THY GOAL.
REMEMBERING THE GRIM THAT THE CRUCIFIXION CAUSED THE SON WITH GRACE,
OH HOW THY IS STRUCKEN WITH TEARS DOWN THY FACE.
INVISIBLE MORTAL WINGS THAT SHALL ONE DAY BE SEEN AND RISE ABOVE,
OH HOW THY BELIEVES IN THE REDEMPTION BY THE DOVE.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 6:52 AM UTC
Absence is a period with a period.
Visible, not visible, and repeat,
the mighty feat
the enduring human spirit
in the faith of subsidence of pain
that the book on the table
will be picked up and read again.
It keeps us going
the strength in the sense
too real is the presence.
Then a day
the book is taken away
the loved pens an ode
of absence definite
without a period.
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 8:57 AM UTC
hiding in the siren silence
within sight of invites of violence
in the sky the plight of tyrants
righteous mighty fighter pilots
biased bombs in flights of guidance
goliath might, the fire of giants
without a fight or try of defiance
set alight in frying alliance
in the final piles of subsidence
the dying cries of compliance
the price they paid is the highest
the siren silence finally quiets
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
heart: THAT IS IT! THAT IS IT!
ENOUGH I SAY! IT STOPS NOW!
THE LINE IS HERE! I DRAW IT IN THIS STEEL FLOOR! NO PASSING THE LINE!
brain: we've been floating for 5 hours. Do you want to go back?
Heart: FLOATING?!? I'LL TELL OF WHAT FLOATING IS! Never more can a seed bear stem if it has no subsidence to sustain it's sacred geometry! The growth of one that is physical is the same as one that is emotional!
Brain: .. so yes, when an apple is ripe it volunteers it's nutrients. When a woman is ready she will open her heart, yes?
Heart: AN APPLE CAN HEAR ITSELF BEING EATEN! WHAT OR WHOM WOULD INDULGE IN SUCH A SOUND?!
brain: a man gives a woman his trust, just like a woman gives her trust to a man. Who would want that thrown in their face?
Heart: are you saying an apple can be compared to a human in this sense then?
Brain: apples are inanimate and without emotions heart.
Heart:........does that mean they want to hear themselves being ATE!?!
brain: it's science. Just because a tree is technically alive, doesn't mean it perceives it.
Heart: ENOUGH! This time is different brain. If a human doesn't want to be hurt why should the apple be hurt.
Brain: apples don't have nerves heart.
Heart: so what?! You're saying they can HEAR themselves being chewed and it isn't painful????!!!!
Brain: ....... yes....
Heart: ..ya?... hahaha? Why.
Brain: I don't truly know.
Heart: HA!! then HOW?!?!
Brain: science.
Heart:..............I forgot what I was talking about.
Brain: she dumped you. You did your best. Even to give her a pat on the back although you wanted to give her a talk of a century. You let her go because you love her. She didn't feel the same at the end of the day, even if she did at the beginning. She is complex, and causes pain suddenly to avoid pain long term. You are a soilder. And would rather take the pain to what ever end to get to what you are trying to believe. You believe in love so much that it isn't tolerated when you get broken again. Because of your intention. And you know what? Your intention shows. Because instead of showing your pain to her, you wished her well, like a bad *** Then came home, got drunk, destroyed your bedroom, and started talking to me, looking for sympathy... but you should know me by now.
You are so refreshing heart. I can't remember if I've ever felt a thing.
But out of all my knowledge, I'm still unsure as to if you have a mind of your own or not.
Heart: and what gives you this authority over me? Huh?
Brain: 42
Heart:....................so you THINK you're all that eh?????
Brain: I know buddy. How do you FEEL?
heart: D*MNIT BRAIN!!!!
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 12:53 PM UTC
Sweet dimness of her loosened hair’s downfall
About thy face; her sweet hands round thy head
In gracious fostering union garlanded,
Her tremulous smiles, her glances’ sweet recall
Of love; her murmuring sighs memorial;
Her mouth’s culled sweetness by thy kisses shed
On cheeks and neck and eyelids, and so led
Back to her mouth which answers there for all:—
What sweeter than these things, except the thing
In lacking which all these would lose their sweet:—
The confident heart’s still fervour: the swift beat
And soft subsidence of the spirit’s wing,
Then when it feels, in cloud—girt wayfaring,
The breath of kindred plumes against its feet?
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The incandescent Sun
is eating itself alive
They said it's too slow to matter
too slow to matter
The helium will compact
to a carbon red giant's core
They said it's too slow to matter
too slow to matter
The Earth's heat is depleted
by geothermal extraction
They said it's too slow to matter
too slow to matter
The geysers are drying up
and the pressure sinks in subsidence
They said it's too slow to matter
too slow to matter
The permafrost decomposes
and prehistoric methane effervesces
They said it's too slow to matter
too slow to matter
The Yellowstone caldera hisses
plumes of taunting toxic gases
They said it's too slow to matter
too slow to matter
The sea-floor volcanoes
purge their way to the surface
They said it's too slow to matter
too slow to matter
The aurora lights the sky
as solar wind ravages the magnetosphere
They said it's too small to matter
too small to matter
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
Glad you got some fennel
from the Sunday market,
it's delightfully culinary
it look good in the alleyway.
Your neighbour is spot on
there's a profusion of scaffolding
in the street.
she jokes maybe subsidence ?
But it's more,
keeping up with the Joneses;
spending as a reflex action.
People are as elevated as busy bees
Activity, activity,
idleness can turn us into tripods,
staying still, is no good.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 9:29 AM UTC
So, We shall form a licence alliance
And
Raise a towering reliance against the mindless and spineless
With great vehemence in hopes of regaining a compliance
For the priceless appliance once known as quietness
Before the subsidence into a riotous abyss
Where a sigh of bliss no longer exists.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
Houses held up like puppets.
Pylon-wire branches spread out;
assuring the land wont drift far out to sea,
or melt into the earth with subsidence.
Cotton-wool-candy-floss caught up in cranes,
wind-whipped, white-wash, wispy, whippy clouds.
Do you remember when we waited in line for 99s?
The sky was busy with boats, the sea so blue. No, I mean...
And I had strawberry syrup dripping down my cone
and a multi-coloured sticky chin.
We watched the boats going out, coming in;
then we joined the rest to say goodbyes.
All the hands were wagging; electric flapping.
Water splashing up against the dock.
The arms propelled the ship.
Gemmed fingers dancing farewells;
the jangle of bangled wrists;
waving in the air, propelling the ship away
to retirement paradises,
honeymoon bliss,
champagne seascapes.
Always in the middle this place,
on the edge of a million-gazillion other worlds.
The rumble rattle of engines as I walk along
to look out at the reeds; on search for quiet idleness.
Leaves rustle, tickled by the breeze.
A train passes in-between;
on its way, on its way...
I sit on a bench nearby and hear a hum of life amongst the hedges.
Then,
walk back
with orange light bouncing in and out
of windows' winking eyes;
watching the chalk line,
aeroplane trails in the sky
cut through the blue.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 7:01 PM UTC
crystals underfoot. hardship
lays in pages.
white scars scattered .
look at the world, salt tastes
bitter.
gritted teeth.
soul in subsidence
dry on skin, crusted.
tears fall.
blood.
sbm.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC
Sitting in the siren silence
within sight of invites of violence
in the sky, the plight of tyrants
righteous mighty fighter pilots
and the war rages on
there are no commercial breaks
in the eyes of subsidence
the dying cries of compliance
the price they paid is the highest
siren silence finally quiets
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
There’s a stone in my mouth, my tongue is bound
To a fate I can never understand.
Words fall short like sand in my hands,
Timeless consequence, can you forgive me now?
Pain suffers silence and silence does not commend,
The uttering of plosives from the kindness of friends,
No sound will emerge from the pulsing of my heart,
Only the stillness of this poisoned dart.
The subsiding of my sorrow is not yet nigh,
Forgive me, please, and spare me more time,
To return to you coated in colour and gold,
I pledge I shall not let our hearts turn cold.
All I must do to remember you, and all goodness here,
Is witness the stars in the cold night air and shed a single tear,
For I am small, and the world is boundless, blind and grave,
All there is left to do, is breathe and live,
and tomorrow I can begin again.
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 3:11 PM UTC
Those coursing within my own design,
Never fearing when I mention the dimension,
Blood coursing throughout my mind,
Eating to survive on the little provisions.
Enter into the fray,
Holding near my heart as we herald,
Those who provide the weak through prayer,
I seen the foes who've periled.
My true mind not for those who seek guidance,
Nor is it for those who need love,
For it is full of dark subsidence,
Reaching as I put on this glove,
Hating all within me,
Slain by those under my decree,
Blood dripping down my spine,
Blade now dull never again to be divine.
All I see is red,
As I have been awakened,
Darkness sleeps with me in my own bed,
Drowning in my head in the end.
The monster that lies deep,
Demons talking as I sleep,
Doomed I shall be,
Blackened my heart is you see,
For all who have tried to save me,
Save me from the monsters,
From the demons,
From myself,
For all this time you been trapped,
Just as I am locked deep down,
Holding on struggling not to be strapped,
But now all I do is frown.
Because now is too late for me,
I have lost that which I held dear to me,
For now I see,
This whole time my mind,
Is nothing but madness.
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC
We hold
… in our hearts
Memories.
Love,
Laughter,
Joy…
And even
Like now…
Times of sorrow and pain.
All of these,
Are… the subsidence of life.
We share our many moments
Creating memories
… and sharing hope.
This is what makes our spirits thrive.
We remember
As we love.
( ______ )
Will always
Be greatly remembered.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC