Calm Applied – 21st May 2025

May 21, 2025May 21, 2025 ~ shaun tenzenmen ~ 15 Comments

Shh…

she

said

quiet

your

eyes

silver

streams

presently

dried

quivered

lips

soon

satisfied

hot

words

held

in check

pacified

let

your

wonder

wander

trussed

and tied

red

blood

rumbling

undenied

left

unsaid

calm

applied

your

head

bedside

off to sleep

She said

Shh…

Shared with dVerse quadrille #224 – quiet

The Origin – 8th May 2025

May 8, 2025September 23, 2025 ~ shaun tenzenmen ~ 15 Comments

thetenzenmen · The Origin

What a mess was made

the day they decided

to rumble around in the roses.

Uncontrollable urges confound

all the wisdom one supposes.

Tho the event always exists,

a spark of sadness saw the spin,

Unwinding the troubled twists

to order again, the origin.

A quadrille shared with dVerse Quadrille #223 – tangle/untangle.
22nd Sep 2025 – Shared with W3 – beginnings/endings.

Gods Amongst Us – 29th January 2025

January 29, 2025January 28, 2025 ~ shaun tenzenmen ~ 12 Comments

The most penetrating preachers,
hinting, they teach us.
Revered when stood alone
or their forest home.

Roots resting in infinity,
their own laws accordingly,
standing tall to represent.
When stormy winds relent

Nothing is more exemplary,
In nature growing free,

A beautiful strong tree.

Paraphrased a lot from a passage by Narayan Kaudinya on the Road to Nara blog and shared with dVerse Quadrille #216

Storm And Stress – 14th December 2024

December 14, 2024 ~ shaun tenzenmen ~ 2 Comments

When the beat of the drum becomes a banging
and frontlines full of dead men left hanging,
let’s raise white flags, redraw maps and decide
unstable future’s by inequitable divide

Wheels forever turn
Bloods boil and burn
Guns forever bang
Repeat sturm und drang

Shared with dVerse Quadrille #214 – bang

Life Is Pain – 29th November 2024

November 29, 2024November 27, 2024 ~ shaun tenzenmen ~ 8 Comments

With my demons, I wrestle
While probing fingers point
Storm clouds gather undecided
In search of a swollen joint

Tickled tortures beyond pain
With needles under nails
Washed away on the tides
Of one-too-many fails

Without you, I would no longer exist

Shared with dVerse Quadrille #213 – with

Build Your Brain – 14th November 2024

November 14, 2024November 14, 2024 ~ shaun tenzenmen ~ 12 Comments

Million dollar questions
Blind spots abound
Magical machine limitations
Mapping mountains found

Collect complementary artefacts
Elevate our understanding
Synaptic message transference
Magic made mind-expanding

Engaged spatial reasoning
Exempt obedient demands
Onwards and upwards
Internal freedom commands

Everything ever got
Meant diddly squat

…say what!?…

Inspired and paraphrased from a David Elikwu newsletter and shared with dVerse Quadrille #212 – what

Made For Us – 31st October 2024

October 31, 2024 ~ shaun tenzenmen ~ 9 Comments

How can you ever let me down?
We’re not made to be broken
Just like fools, we left so much unspoken
Now the future is a past that’s come back around
We were made to be broken
How could you ever let me down?

A biolet quadrille shared with dVerse – promises.
Highly inspired by The Buzzcocks – Promises

A Light Sentence – 18th October 2024

October 18, 2024 ~ shaun tenzenmen ~ 18 Comments

Until the end of my days
I’m fighting to finish this life sentence

It may be 25 years or longer
The key is here somewhere

It’s solitary confinement
No escaping the prison of my mind

Resigned to my fate
The end of the tunnel

Shared with dVerse Quadrille #210 – light

String Along – 5th October 2024

October 4, 2024 ~ shaun tenzenmen ~ 3 Comments

Bow the theory
Draw the threads
Sub concatenation
Monochord spreads
Ribbon weaver
Filament ropes
A ripping yarn
DNA microscopes

– A Cross-wired rhyme

Close the curtain
Tie the laces
A carabiner
Belt and braces
Trussed and twined
Strewn and hung
A dangled cord
Highly strung

Shared with dVerse Quadrille 209 – string

Spin Sorrow – 5th September 2024

September 5, 2024September 6, 2024 ~ shaun tenzenmen ~ 12 Comments

Spin your sorrow into strength
Weave new words of wisdom
From your free-spun mind

Deny spider thoughts at length
A lost control decision
Loosened the threads that bind

Put back together the unravelled
With stories around the campfire
And a beaten-up guitar

A quadrille (44 words) for dVerse Quadrille #207 – spin and first line inspired and paraphrased from this poem ‘Losing my grip’ by Carol Anne

Shh…shesaidquiet

youreyessilverstreams

presentlydriedquiveredlipssoonsatisfied

hotwordsheldin checkpacifiedletyourwonderwander

trussedand tiedredbloodrumblingundeniedleftunsaid

calmappliedyourheadbedsideoff to sleep

She saidShh…

What a mess was made the day they decided to rumble around in the roses.Uncontrollable urges confound all the wisdom one supposes.Tho the event always exists, a spark of sadness saw the spin,Unwinding the troubled twists to order again, the origin.

The most penetrating preachers, hinting, they teach us.Revered when stood alone or their forest home.Roots resting in infinity, their own laws accordingly,standing tall to represent. When stormy winds relentNothing is more exemplary, In nature growing free,A beautiful strong tree.

When the beat of the drum becomes a banging and frontlines full of dead men left hanging, let’s raise white flags, redraw maps and decide unstable future’s by inequitable divideWheels forever turn Bloods boil and burnGuns forever bang Repeat sturm und drang

With my demons, I wrestleWhile probing fingers pointStorm clouds gather undecidedIn search of a swollen jointTickled tortures beyond painWith needles under nailsWashed away on the tidesOf one-too-many failsWithout you, I would no longer exist

Million dollar questionsBlind spots aboundMagical machine limitationsMapping mountains foundCollect complementary artefactsElevate our understandingSynaptic message transferenceMagic made mind-expandingEngaged spatial reasoningExempt obedient demandsOnwards and upwardsInternal freedom commands

Everything ever gotMeant diddly squat…say what!?…

How can you ever let me down?We’re not made to be broken Just like fools, we left so much unspoken Now the future is a past that’s come back aroundWe were made to be brokenHow could you ever let me down?

Until the end of my daysI’m fighting to finish this life sentenceIt may be 25 years or longerThe key is here somewhereIt’s solitary confinementNo escaping the prison of my mindResigned to my fateThe end of the tunnel

Bow the theoryDraw the threadsSub concatenationMonochord spreadsRibbon weaverFilament ropesA ripping yarnDNA microscopes – A Cross-wired rhymeClose the curtainTie the lacesA carabinerBelt and bracesTrussed and twinedStrewn and hungA dangled cordHighly strung

Spin your sorrow into strengthWeave new words of wisdom From your free-spun mindDeny spider thoughts at lengthA lost control decision Loosened the threads that bind

Put back together the unravelledWith stories around the campfire And a beaten-up guitar