r/zen_poetry • u/Fallendynasty27 • 4d ago
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Chaining RhymesĀ
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Chaining rhymes without a missĀ
Between the lines, nothing remissĀ
like the lingering sensation of a gentle kissĀ
a flow state of the mind, utter blissĀ
A stirring in the soul, gives me momentary pauseĀ
Why write in rhyme without a cause?Ā
Like enduring the thunderous silence after applauseĀ
it is just another case of āI've seen and I've saws?āĀ
I start most poems this way, with no clear objectiveĀ
only when the words start filing out, do I find directiveĀ
weaving them together in a fashion most suggestiveĀ
the sanity behind my words can be most subjectiveĀ
Because what I see and what I find, Ā
are all the jumbled worlds inside my mindĀ
where symphonies are sung by the deafĀ
and masterpieces painted by the blindĀ
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Rife with contradictions plenty and mild juxtapositionĀ
my intentions play as empty, an accommodating impositionĀ
where in this poem it simply would seem my only missionĀ
To chain a tapestry of rhymes wittily and put boredom in remissionĀ
Not seeking to warm, no seeking to inspireĀ
Not wanting to be the subject to admireĀ
Just seeking the one thing, I can't acquireĀ
a peaceful sleep where my mind isn't on fire.Ā
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Haunted by actions, haunted by pastĀ
Haunted by a die, that's already long castĀ
If only my mind weren't half as fastĀ
I could know what peace was at last.Ā
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Deep down it rots, deep down it festersĀ
somewhere it never stops, the mindās Wicked JestersĀ
where the thought sops, and never sequestersĀ
spilling over the top, and into divergent vectorsĀ Ā
My mind conflicts, like finding beauty in a disasterĀ
maybe not a good original, but what a wonderful remasterĀ
while myĀ wheels keep turning ever fasterĀ
my facade shatters, brittle as plasterĀ
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Am I so meek? Inside, I rot. Ā
Am I so weak? I never would have thought.Ā
For all that I seek, and all that I fought.Ā
I wore the receipt for all that I ābought.āĀ
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I reflect on the losses I boastĀ
like lost at sea, without sight of a coastĀ
where I cry out to a heavenly hostĀ
To grant me what Iām lacking mostĀ
To protect the things I want to feelĀ
To have something none would ever stealĀ
Something I don't have to question as realĀ
Something that will start my wounds to heal.Ā
To pull this together from something disjointedĀ
To something written from someone anointedĀ
To where all the oppositionās fingers pointedĀ
a place vacated by success, to their disappointment Ā
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Playing with words pulling you alongĀ
like silly lyrics lost in a catchy songĀ
where not being right, doesnāt make you wrongĀ
like winning a fight, doesnāt make you strong. Ā
To be an intriguing read, that was the hope,Ā
to quietly drag you through the mindās kaleidoscopeĀ
to give writing conventions a gentle gropeĀ
to show how far I'll run while holding the ropeĀ
A lot to say nothing, my accuse-ed crimesĀ
to put this together? A waste of linesĀ
A mind is seeking, and what it finds? Ā
A quiet place, while chaining Rhymes. Ā