Tag: poetry

Unshakeable Bones – 27th June 2025

~ shaun tenzenmen ~ Leave a comment

A reversed and re-imagined poem based on Under The Hood.

Under The Hood

I can feel it in my bones
Unshakeable but invisible
I try to look inside it
But this time, it’s not divisible

Clouding up the thoughts
Stumbling around my guesses
Impossible to clarify
Mixed within my messes

Can’t be touched upon
Or identified in the grey
It’s on the tip of my tongue
But what it is, I cannot say

Say cannot. Is it but? (I what?)

Tongue my tip – it’s on!


Identified grey. In or

upon touched, be

messes mixed within.


Clarify to impossible

guesses around my stumbling

The thoughts up-clouding

divisible? Not this time, but it’s

inside it – look to try, I,

invisible but unshakeable

bones in it feel (I can?)

Interventions – 23rd June 2025

~ shaun tenzenmen ~ 1 Comment

Do you want a life of happiness
or a life that’s full of meaning?
You can’t have both without
reality intervening;

Make a little space inside your head
,
allowing time to breathe
;
Ruminate if all your thoughts

are worth your time to believe?

Don’t be so quick to just dismiss,
but ask yourself, ‘Is it true?’

If unsure, then let it sit;
there are better things to do;

Each evening, make time to ponder,
celebrate your successes,

Make a note of your failings

planning your addresses;

Well prepared for the day ahead,
all challenges met with ease;
Ready for it to all go wrong;
You’re built for times like these!


Pushing outside your comfort zone,

it finally becomes much bigger;
The rollercoaster only has one path,

so that’s the one to figure.

Treading old ground but searching for my mojo again.

Confession – 21st June 2025

~ shaun tenzenmen ~ 14 Comments

Shared with W3 prompt #164 – a quadrille about ‘what remains’.

fragmented relics

fragments of ideas

lingering residue ~~~

the vestige of tears

echoessssssssssssssssssss

in
the
ruins

traumatic legacies

subtle traces of violent histories




struggling narratives

lurch

onward defiant

transforming grief

tilling new soils,
self-reliant

seeds resown,

persistent

defying oppression

~ every accusation points towards a confession ~

The Words – 19th June 2025

~ shaun tenzenmen ~ 4 Comments

The storm that formed within
Kept quiet in self-conceit
The words chosen to spin
Will likely mean defeat

The whispers turned to sin
Unable to delete
The words that did begin
To taste so sickly sweet

The joining of the skin
A union of the heat
The words now worn so thin
There will be no repeat

With the pulling of the pin
The heart began the cheat
The words have been locked in
Forever in deceit

Some thoughts on infidelity