Author: shaun tenzenmen
here, at last, I rest
Close To Good – 12th November 2025
What happens to the words we never say?
I’m trying to be understood
and all my words seem far too small today
to form anything close to good.
A tiny thought soon becomes overwhelmed
by the magnitude of the sea
so that I will no longer feel compelled
to pour these words right out of me.
Uninspired, then soon unmotivated
I dam the river with dead wood;
never to see this thought celebrated
or form anything close to good.
Not quite the dreaded writer’s block. Just the idea that everything can feel inconsequential, shouting into the void. At the time of writing this, I feel like I have read 100 uninspired poems that trigger nothing in me. I purged them from my ‘to-be-read’ folder. At other times, I would have found something within each of them that may have given me some new formation of ideas.
I’ll not stop looking, though. But that’s a different poem.
“my words seem far too small” is linked to the author Jae Rose. I have a feeling I found the first line from elsewhere, too, but I no longer recall where.
They Are Poets – 11th November 2025
there are words I don’t like
to see in poems
they are the liars
they are the poetic
and the words poets use to pretend
they are poets
I have not let these words enter
my vocabulary
I cannot bring them to mind
now that you ask
they don’t belong to revolution
or the masses
and they are the true poets
Written (after the fact) for the GloPoWriMo Day 10 prompt:
write a poem that uses alliteration and punning. See if you can’t work in references to at least one word you have trouble spelling, and one that you’ve never quite been able to perfectly remember the meaning of.
I guess I didn’t really hit this prompt but this is the inspiration that arose from it. Somewhat a manifesto.
Nachiketa’s Dream – 10th November 2025
The boy,
too curious,
gets sent from the room.
Confused,
he wanders the wheat fields,
letting the sun in.
Lulled to sleep
with his thoughts,
many questions
float along the river.
He is walking
towards his grandfather.
“On reading, ‘you’ no longer exist
The cock crows
Energy transformed holds no fear
of the temporary canvas
The art of ‘you’ imprinted
on the fabric of reality
Belonging to consciousness
inseparable
Recognise there’s no escape
Seeing through the mirage
finding ‘you’ have always been free….”
Inspired after coming across this post by Shubham Upman
The Neon Consensus – 9th November 2025
Let the water run to make its song
echo within these four enclosed walls;
Dreams confound the comforts of the dark.
The cull begins as the winter calls.
Bowed to god made of trivial light,
now singing for a dollar and change.
In the cold and damp, the neon’s glare
reflects this consensus, fake and strange.
Submitted to unknown intentions,
stood together in isolation.
The dark is always waiting nearby
when confusion led to temptation.
Misunderstandings silently grow,
written on the walls of silver and gold.
In the darkness deep under the ground
are where the prophets’ stories are told.
Teardrops fall like rain just out of reach,
to sprout the seeds with the words to teach.
For the Poets and Storytellers United prompt #202 this week, the subject was ‘what I love about the dark’, which led me to investigate the Simon and Garfunkel song ‘The Sound of Silence’, as the first line ‘Hello, darkness, my old friend’ came to mind. My poem references the song, but also the annotations found at genius.com that analyse the meaning of the song. Overall, the poem highlights both the positive and negative aspects of the dark.
Here’s how my poem came together (which I feel like explaining today):
Stanza 1:
- Lines 1 and 2 reference this quote from Paul Simon:
I used to go off in the bathroom because the bathroom had tiles, so it was a slight echo chamber. I’d turn on the faucet so that water would run — I like that sound, it’s very soothing to me — and I’d play. In the dark.
Change carries a double meaning here. - Line 3 references this annotation of the second part of the first verse of the song:
These lines lead us to believe that Simon had an inspiring dream, the vision of which can be easily recalled when he seeks out the comfort within the darkness. - Line 4 references the Kennedy assassination, which is thought to be part of the inspiration for the song.
Stanza 2:
- Lines 1-4 reference the lyrics and annotations for the second verse
…the author has a dream about ten thousand people bowing to a god they made of neon light. The god represents the fake and shallow culture they are building on pop stars and the dollar bill. The author feels as if he is the only one who is not content with living in the fake, trivial culture that was stated.
Stanza 3:
- Line 1 references this annotation
Silence refers to submission. He reveals how people so foolishly follow rulers without actually knowing a ruler’s true intentions and background. - Line 2 references this annotation
…the song’s theme about people’s isolation and failure to communicate with or understand each other. - Lines 3 and 4 continue this idea but try to show that the darkness is there for either ill or good, and it’s up to the individual how they choose to deal with it. Using it as a place to grow and learn, or to remain in ignorance.
Stanza 4
- Lines 1 -4 reference this annotation
“Writing on the wall” is a biblical reference that refers to a prophecy of doom. Daniel 5:5 tells the story of an arrogant king of the Babylonians who worshipped gods of gold and silver. - Silver also references the subway cars from the lyric in verse 5
And the sign said, “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls…”
The couplet
- These two lines are a rewrite of three lines in verse 4 of the song, and attempt to find a better way of managing the darkness
“Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you
but my words, like silent raindrops, fell…”
The Dreaming – 8th November 2025
A tension requirement
– critical thought
*on the way to final closure
of an attitude of consumption*
Attention requirement
– easily bought
never dived into total exposure
making brief, formatted assumption
A speedy seduction
– knowledge acquisition
stored in a cloud, elsewhere
retrievable on certain demand
Judgement reduction
– from pole position
muscles unflexed, wither and tear
Uncontrolled and confused command
Quietly automated
– subliminally pacified
without sound, sight and thought
memory no longer has any meaning
Sleepy and sedated
– unhappily satisfied
With nothing to learn, nothing to be taught
stay plugged into The Dreaming
Inspired and *quoted from this article at Philosophy Now about AI and studying.
Chaos Bringer – 7th November 2025
We’ve given you a name;
we see you far away, on your golden mountain,
in gimcrack garb,
the raiments of a simple-minded charlatan.
The pretender on an imagined throne;
a satisfaction smug at the fingers
pointing his way,
gnarled with truth and bruised by splinters.
Our side is chosen,
you made that for us;
you only have a gammy leg to stand;
walking away from second place
misusing the power within your hand.
So, the battered, the downtrodden
will form
into a coalition you could only wish for;
to pull out a single stone that
brings your whole rotten house down to the core.
Remaking the world without the stain
of your image;
now we are awake.
The future will have no need to explain
the actions we will take.
Inspired by this quote:

Carving – 6th November 2025
the shaper of my own world
from imagination
both triumphs and failures arise
reflections in quiet glass
the storm and calm
of my hands
eyes are open
viewing the rain
from here, inside
the thought
that changed the scene
all upside down
from the devil’s intention
light split
through the prisms
of truth
i see
if the building breaks
i’ll start with new bricks
the carving is the conversation
Shared with dVerse Poetics – craft and how we shape our own realities
Word Doctor – 5th November 2025
The witch doctor whirls his words
Making you believe
A handful of herbs and happiness
You’ll receive
You must be really sick for this
Make believe
Open minds and open palms
Are easy to deceive
A pocketful of green is surely
Making you believe
Watch the video for a real whirl.
Inspired by both the words and video, and shared with dVerse Quadrille #235 – whirl