"whiplashed" poems
Cain slew Abel –
Thus began the parade of
Characters whose dynasties
We remember, who decorate
Our memories.
Abraham –
He gave us all the stars
In the sky, a greater lineage
Than the grains of sand
Slapped by seas.
Moses –
The babe in the bulrushes,
The prince turned traitor
Whose whiplashed back
Parted the Red Sea.
Tempus fugit –
Geo Washington, Thos
Jefferson, Alex Hamilton –
Madison, Adams, Franklin –
Minds who created, who
Dreamed, who begat.
How many names we find
In those first tumultuous
Years – warfare and love,
Duels and decadence,
Politics and party.
Scant years later, across
The pond – revolution is
Catching on – les français
Waged a ****** scene,
Ousting the régime.
What would become a
Baby democracy – birthed
More than one new flag
And song – yet lived to
Fight again and bleed.
History is ours to hear –
We respect the honorable,
Honor the drama, revere
The prudent and refight
The battles.
The District of Columbia
Paints a new canvas – she
Sings off key, her promises
Begging for whitewash, her
Patrons vice and folly.
What offspring will such as
These sire? Are they fathers
To found a new nation – to
Garner worldwide pride, or
To slay the abled?
Let the wings of victory
Carry us back to the days
Of greatness – let us exceed
In probity and virtue – let
Freedom succeed again.
© Lewis Bosworth, 3-2017
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 11:36 PM UTC
One side obscene in ignorance,
the other sanctimonious
to emetic effect
In the mid ground we most of us sit
whiplashed necks crying
as each rabid side bays allegiance
shut up, breathe clear air
drink tea
read
be fair
Jul 29, 2021
Jul 29, 2021 at 8:26 AM UTC
Vain I was, until I saw your eyes...
From the beginning, I felt like a reanimated corpse.
Empty I was, yet your charm filled my life,
like a blank canvas painted with colors.
I felt the rapture when I touched your face,
like launching a rusty old ship after years.
Waltzing I was, with the waves of love at a mild pace,
unaware this feeling could ever disappear.
The reflection of your eyes became my guiding star,
and your smile, my healing potion.
I was fully occupied by your affection;
your perfection was vast, alas I was no match for devotion.
Enthralled by this love, I felt delighted,
ready to be sunk by your mythical sirens.
And thus, I wished we would forever be undivided,
calm by your side, through storm, through silence.
...
You knew our love would not last, yet you spoke no sentence,
leaving me wandering, a displaced ghost.
Like a roaring sea, you shattered all I had,
leaving me to fade, my only plea to return to your peaceful coast.
Weak to resist the feelings rising inside,
whiplashed my soul as the waves do to the seashore on a stormy night...
Everyone has a star to brighten their dark nights;
yet mine was but an illusory illumination of a dead light.
What turned our love into misery? I have no wisdom.
All that remains is a fractured heart and a shattered soul.
Elation falls like leaves in autumn,
and I’ve accepted this blight, for I have no control.
You drowned me deep into your immeasurable black sea,
fading slowly, growing lifeless, growing cold.
Still, I admire and adore thee,
for I am no longer empty, I am full of perfect holes.
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 12:29 PM UTC
Theme Muzik
Drums beating
Echoing in the Forrest
Like a thousand heart beats
U r Africa
U r America
U r pagan
Traveling legs
Packed into your journey
Whiplashed with kisses
Unfurl your monarch wings
And become a miracle
In those foot falls
Is a testimonial
The story begins
Calligraphy walking
In the desert
Writes upon
Blood of imagination.
Spaceship, ninja, dragon race whip
All the pertinent deaths happen in sequence
Charging the the line of firing assault rifles
Taking on shape is the storm
Sated completed with Kung fu lighting arms
Roiling clouds inside eyes tornados leaping
From lips cussin' in thunder
Take love by force and keep it
*** shaking, ******* on sidewalks
In theme muzick
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
The torrential wind blew my brain around my neck,
Like a whiplashed skewer,
Crooked and bending in ways wood should not.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
Time runs fast I knew, but this time frame that I'm warped in acts as if it is being chased down. Too fast, too soon, the day ends and I can't look back anymore with the fear of being painfully whiplashed; go, go, don't stop, just run! just run!
but my feet is growing tired, I can't enjoy the view. I want to stop, dear god, stop time. I don't want to be dragged by its long hand and be pushed and poked by its short one. I want to smell the air, not have it slapping against my skin; I want to remember every view, not to only see a blurry vision; I want to enjoy time, not be abused by it . I'm aging too fast, too soon, that I don't even remember what I ate last night. Everything is on perpetual Go! Go! Go! and I am continued to being pushed to participate in a race I don't wish to join
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
I love my body.
The way it's imperfectly perfect,
slightly curvy around the edges
inevitably flawed,
tortured and tormented
whiplashed and backstabbed
but still and always a great piece of art.
I love my face.
The way its burdened by two chubby cheeks,
bears a thousand emotions no one can perceive,
how marvelously it masks my mind,
ignored and ridiculed
yet still chooses to smile.
I love my skin.
The way it is cold and warm at the same time,
pale, puckered with fear
tanned, tarnished with regret,
scrutinized and scarred
but still glows.
I love my hair.
The way it never listens to anyone but itself,
acts as a tangled mess,
an untangled spirit more or less,
chopped off, pulled at
yet subjects to shine magically.
I love my lips.
The way it speaks with kindness,
guards silence and is often
mistaken for its innocent kisses,
parched, bled and muted
but still a fiery, crimson code of concupiscence.
I love my fingers.
The way they wish to be intertwined with yours forever,
snaps, shushes and points
at the slightest arguments that arrives
with such brevity and righteousness
always kept crossed for better things to come by.
I love everything about myself.
I am proud of my body and everything that comes with it.
What I don’t like though
is the way you make me feel about myself.
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC
morose thing now,
this thing under umbrage
of a maddened machine;
who is reluctant to give way,
an ecliptic passing of
an even madder woman.
this thing now,
under the pretense of shadow,
this form,
falling out, whiplashed, broken,
whose name of music is soliloquy,
this amorphous figure
that gives so much cadence
to things
that hold onto long and monotonous
enunciations like a bad hangover from
a slackened night’s slug.
like the S on swooned
or still the S on the double-grinned,
parasol-intoned, punch-to-the-gut spoon;
or S in *seldom
saved, structured such selfishness
saluting sordid stories soldering
smashmouth Suns surrendering
smoothly-sailing stars, supposing defeats
similar to sanguinaries such sweetness
sings surreptitiously*.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 4:04 AM UTC
in the town of Jerusalem,
my home,
my warzone,
my heart's stone.
i set off from home,
with weathered sandals
and broken eyes
i sought for treasure,
not gold nor wine,
oil and water
a feast for two
and i
walked past a building.
a wind past trees,
light through holes,
and i felt a
strange sensation
in my heart.
it stood like a castle
stripped of it's
false gold.
i stopped to see,
among your disciple, was
a man with a robe
tied
around his waist
and he had
eyes with
a million oceans in them,
and had a fire within
so bright.
washing their feet.
and i wondered,
was it true, Jesus,
that you only acted humble.
or have you
hoaxed entire kingdoms into
believing your God.
divine encounters
wine skins and
calling the dead out of slumber,
and here,
you've ordered a counterfeit vine for
your branches.
the hope of you being real
was seeping into the earth,
like
depleted souls
desperately looking for its
own grave.
but i took a second,
a third look.
5 blinks and a breath,
isn't that you.
i looked again,
and i saw your arms like trees
reaching towards
empty mouths,
i saw a wine stained
robe, and
whiplashed skin,
i didn't know what it meant.
you invited yourself
stripped yourself of heaven
and lowered yourself to
wash the feet of those
who follow you.
oh, the awe.
oh, the sheer weight of
love that swept into, above and through me.
my ears starts to tear up
despite the drought inside me,
and i was filled up,
even though broken cisterns laid
bare
within me
and the world looked
just a bit brighter.
and life finally
felt like life.
and not
empty pots and
eyes that bled pain
nor is it a heart stabbed by its own
mother.
at that moment.
within this...
second.
glimpse.
bleep in eternity.
i knew you were God
and you are real.
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 6:26 AM UTC
Speaking to myself just to make the dough
Nearly going insane just to smoke the dough
Time is money and I burn it to waste
Time is endless and so am I
Got them whiplashed looking back
I cannot, will not fall
I cannot, will not stall
The warnings here
And I do hear
The gnashing of teeth
Whimpering of them who weep
Down on the floor they wreak
Reaking havoc upon them for money
Currency currently cursing them holding it the blinded man don't know this ****
what is manipulation when a gun is pointed at you huh?
The hollow tip wants a bite of your hip.
Lost in this life that I do fall in trip in
Sin has taken me like her and him
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC
Together; far away, in the fires we lit,
At the base of our rage, spitting fuel from our lips.
Embraced; our noosed arms, on the gallows we built,
Upon the embered resent, In the dark night, shadow cast by vindication.
The whiplashed words, poison talk,
The frosted glance away, eyes too hot to rest in.
And anger leaves like the fog,
So in blow the winds of vacancy, the empty breeze of sadness.
And i would take all your sorrow, adopt all your miscomforts,
Bear all that you suffer and carry all of your sadness should it do any good.
As i would lie on my back so you may walk over the still smouldering embers, and through the flames of the past.
For i could never watch you burn.
Though your soiled tongue and derelict eyes inform me you could gaze as i would blister, that you could never burn for me: Still I give my back in service, i shall never let you bathe in the hurtfull glare of our fires.
Lay me down and leave me.
Walk from the the salted earth we lived on, on through the meadows i tried to give you.
Escape the skys i could not keep blue for you, clouded by my mistakes, the grey a reminder: i was not good enough.
Now walk amongst the sunshine, over the vast plains of potential,
Unto your final happiness.
I would sit here a thousand years,
Awake in the blaze you left,
Under shadows past and present,
With the weight of all your suffering,
Blackened by ash in silent damnation
Should it give you back your smile.
I wait with all the darkness,
I stay with all the pain,
So you may walk to summer,
And be loved once again.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
Dead...
Alone and cold
Stuck living in the coffin my limp body lays
Hearing no wind
Feeling no wind
The pale white skin never touched by sun in many moons
Mouth too dry to speak
Yet still able to hum
Though this is nothing but a feeling
A feeling so heavy it wrapps around me like a blanket
With my eyes growing heavier by the minuet
The temperature decreasing by the second
Shivering I sit there, deep in a dark corner
Hidden from society
Drowning in what seems to be the ocean
Though only my mind
Knees to the chest with short breaths
That share the same rhythm as my heart beat
Humming a small toon
Trying to calm my stiffness
Being so stiff to the point my back locks
Pain shooting up my spine to the temples of my skull
Wishing I was dead from the pain and suffering
Hoping it would end soon
But only to be whiplashed when things seem to be going right
Why can't I just be set free?
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 4:29 PM UTC
A desolate
Wishing for solace
In a rose-colored world
Spells nothing but disaster;
An ecstasy that pains more than it pleasures;
A broken soul
Too used to pain;
Such as one can see the answer,
Yet not how to claim it;
A painstaking assurance.
If it weren't for these demons,
I would've lived another life;
If it weren't for their voices,
I would've just died.
If it wasn't for them bugging me.
I might not remember what I say,
I may not know of what I would tell;
Maybe my demons would take over me,
By force, if they'd want it be.
Pray tell what mishap I'll make you do.
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 9:25 AM UTC
I just stumbled onto a line of romantic poetry you wont find him in them but he deserves to be somewhere not every one can capture the heart of the prettier girls in town and keep her for a life time of course a summer wedding and then a dash to a far city a new job excitement boundless a strange place that seems magical after small town like the country song city lights do carry fascination love is new and grows and grows with each waking day tender hearts render bold climes that are hard to define just simple touch ignites desire that is rich and full what wonder explodes a look a kiss what smoldering desires do transfix mortal souls a door was opened unk0wingly this magic holding place where the stars and moon dace freely and so do two souls tear through the night skies like meteors in flight and thrills unknown before leaving neighbors to wonder what all the shouting is about ha ha come on people you cant be that stupid and then with the passing of time home begins it tender call and before long your homeward bound you make a pit stop in an apartment while you search for your real home you never new when you turned the corner on birch that your life time home lie just ahead here your three children would be born happiness there did abound for wonderful good years until in the magic winter when tragedy struck your son louis went for a ride on a sled being pulled by his friend and it whiplashed him into a pole he ended losing his life an angel that was so loved left earth for heaven but left a hell of grief that almost consumed this family time and God alone allowed them to carry on his memory blazes as strong as his life once held such sway and wonder grief replaced with tender knowing of a treasure now lost was waiting for them on the other shore the years passed father returned from hospital to get through such great loss now after seventy years of a good life and beu1tful wife who never lost any of her looks was ever with him until a long illness set him free for the angels to take him home to reunite with his beloved son once love begins it never ends I should know god bless you lovely Eileen
Jan 9, 2024
Jan 9, 2024 at 5:24 AM UTC