"upheave" poems
We spread our blanket on uneven
ground, bodies embracing in descent,
They lay on the boxcar floor,
fingers twisted, clutching slats.
Transfixed by the spell of evening,
limbs entwined, interlaced,
Barbed wire punctured palms
faces creased as in old photographs.
We stretched in dawn’s light,
poured coffee out of cups,
and left as it merged with the dust.
Bones upheave ground
unsheathed fingers
clotted with soil.
Copyright © 2003 Gary Brocks
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 9:45 PM UTC
to love
it is
the me to care for lips seriously fragile. the
for me
to leap strenuously knowing
and dance amongst unknowing
the towering cadence, my heart. to
the for me (love) the
sturdily upheave the slowly clamoring of soil,
and march widely the span, my kiss, through closing
and meet with your kiss, the legion, my soul;
(a parting of silence. a fiercely innocent foal)
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
swollen cheeks
and bellies
dancing with the
succulent satisfaction of being filled.
but i am empty.
my palms desolate deserts searching
for the source of energy
to quell my wandering soul.
yearning for deeper connections
and a sink
to upheave the
dry heaves
of lonely
nothings.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC
Hold her tight
Sing her to sleep
Play with her hair
Love her deep
She's built a castle made of books around everything she loves
Hoping that no one can disarm her and dismantle everything she keeps,
Close to her heart.
She sings lullabies of a broken heart
The words she keeps no longer form,
A cohesive sentence that could help set her free.
She's on her own again,
With demons that hug her to sleep
You've lost a diamond,
In search for sheep
This is what it has come up to;
Always neglecting those that want us for keeps and
Going after everyone who has agendas,
That aren't so clear
We're tortured in the process of hazy love,
Unclear and untrue,
Unwilling, unmoved
Hold her tight
Sing her to sleep
Make sure, you give her lots of love,
Lots she can keep
Let her know,
That being too much was never a curse,
But a blessing in disguise and one you aim to upheave
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC
I had a moment yesterday
where I had something to say
to you.
But you can never know.
So I came up with this concept
to keep in mind, keep to yourself
if you want to get to know me
not gonna mention date me, love me
I have a list of don't you dares.
Don't bother telling me
your favorite bands
I can't even learn of
new music from you
I need to be able to listen to
good music
after you're gone.
We won't have our song.
Don't tell me what you like to eat
in fact, tell me what you can't stand
it will be hard enough
eating at all
when you leave
I'll need to enjoy something
I know would be
Wasted on you
Like I do
I don't need to know what you smell like
You don't need to come to my place
Because then when you leave
I won't have to upheave
All my stuff that you left with your trace
Let's never go to the same spots
We don't need our own special place
It's hard enough to get out on my own
Without memories tied to your claims
Please don't ever give me anything
Material items at least
Because I only have myself to give away
And I've already been picking up the pieces
For hours, and ours.
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 5:32 AM UTC
a few words to
knock my mandible loose
I set it back into place;
she can be sure
my ears are ripe to listen
her nails grew
in her rearing days
clamantly
clawing
'til quiet is connate to me
condign, burke
a silent sting
spoil, spoil, spoil
spare the rod
save a disparate word
and you turn to strike the wind from me with it
snag my heart
on something keen
rip it from my filthy sleeve
cosset my mother when she cries
bleed my wounds to quell her whine
I could never spill enough
to sate that empty barathrum
just waits to lay me in her snare
lets the bile sleep on the tip of her tongue
best to burn the skin that's young
upheave and hurl my cares around
would I wait for your sorrow?
for your penitence?
I long for it
but it would be swallowed up before the moon could set.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
Epizoons come by trillion man armies,
Flies prey around me, as leaches they take mine best.
Such distress!
Episodes I see daily of young lovers who march,eating fast food and starch, yet their eyes are to busy feasting the neighbor next door!
Cuppy lips I want to drag me under, to annilate this every structure, buttons snapped off, clothes are ripped to all passion!
Sensual reactions...
Connatural baseburners, needers and groaners, dialect between to unearthly cheribums..
Basilica of fun!!!!!!!!!!
An alt altocumulous, hyper by ourn own hydrous hose,
Unclothed....
Lacuna's we shall upheave, we shall grown to thine own beats, and tribalize to ourn own submission...
Leaguer's of our own team
Players to the game of purest ******** wholesale!!!!
A warden to make mine bail.../
A gelatin to mold in,
To ease away in our bath soaked togetherness....
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
If you had lived, would the sun rise any different?
Or would the stars gleam any more, any less?
If you had lived, would the winds cease to blow, to cry?
No.
But if you had lived, I would rise, I'd be your blinding star,
A whirlwind to upheave and change the world!
If you had lived.
Not a dead promise of a daughter
A sliver of what you were.
Papá, si aún vivías, ¿estuvieras orgulloso de mi?
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 12:52 AM UTC
An admirable quality, if there ever was one
Is faith in things which can’t possibly be done
The improbably, the unlikely, the hard to achieve
Can sometimes be pulled off without too much upheave,
But the truly preposterous, the incredible stuff – well
To accomplish the impossible seems unbelievably tough.
Those mountainous obstacles, which won’t seem to shift
Like enormous stone boulders, too heavy to lift
Will not budge, give no leeway, no helping hand
Despite the ingenious workings of a well-thought-through plan.
The strongest ones will find that their muscles are weak
The wily ones success with their cunning will seek
The nervous ones will stand down without any fight
And the impulsive try their best but then they take flight.
But the quietly faithful, those with no outward force
No great grand schemes, no ploys, no resource
Armed with simple assurance and a mind-set quite humble
Yet miraculously those mountains begin to wither and crumble…
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
In elementary school my favorite part of recess was balancing on a teeter totter talking with a friend.
I don't remember our conversations anymore but I often picture us crossed legged or legs dangling balancing opposite of each other.
Over two decades have passed since those days and I find that I still aim to sit or stand relatively balanced.
On this teeter totter I now play on in the recesses of my memory a loud and obnoxious boy comes to upheave me from my post.
As the years go by the person attempting to knock me off my station changes.
I long for a companion to sit with me and just balance. To be engaged with me in a silent communication.
I long for a counter balance to lighten me when I become too heavy and to strengthen me when I become too weak.
And I yearn for a partner that can dance with me along the thin board of this teeter totter, completely in tune with the patterns and motions of each other in a splendid harmony.
Falling off the teeter totter one too many times. I no longer trust others to maintain the balance I am seeking. Maybe this is why engagement has become so frightening.
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 11:03 AM UTC