Affectations Poems | Examples

Deep Listening

Pull up a chair, be beautiful,
I’m not old in your mind; you are young in mine.

We are just under the surface of our affectations,
we relate, assimilate.

Our thoughts will grow feelers long enough to
actually feel.

Show me your life in this moment,
and I will show you mine.

We will print our dreams out,
publish ourselves.

We need that kind of image-making,
need this mutual exchange,

so that we may see clearly,
one luminous vision.

The Shadow and I

Entertaining impossibilities
As if you could be replaced
Holding onto probability
And epiphanies not yet faced
A parade of local distractions
Numb revolving door romance
Affectations of attractions 
Hiding the invisible dance
Between the shadow and I
Never felt something more
So much more than meets the eye
On our eternal ballroom floor 


It's not right now
But it's always right now
So why can't it be right, now?
It's all I can write, now
And it takes me right back
Hoping someday 
maybe you'll write back

Difficult Conversations

Difficult conversations
By Michelle Morris
23/11/2022

We often avoid
Difficult conversations
We convince ourselves
It's easier
To go with the flow

But, try as we might
Our bodies betray us
We subconsciously communicate
Through our movements
And our affectations

And if we don't honour
Our truth and our needs
We tend to get disease
That feeds off of our
Emotions

The triggering begins
And can spiral 
Out of control
We need to get real
To be calm and feel whole

And time and space
Created with peace
Allows us the freedom
To have difficult conversations
With greater ease

The way to healing
Our bodies, minds and souls
Is in part dealing with
Everything in us
That is not a blessing to hold

When having those
Difficult conversations
Please take care of
Yourself and the feelings
Of your loved ones 

We set an example
And a beautiful intention
When we treat others
With love and light
And compassion 

© Michelle Morris, 2022

Subjection

SUBJECTION
interpretation
of
 remorse
with
 sheer visual
 power
described
fluently

evolution
 exploded
fascination
 subverting
the tradition
combines
 the swiftness
with the
completeness of
the reminiscent
&
 utterly aware
incidental
&
imaginary
idiom
developed
in
a powerful
line

abstracted
encouraged
to cope
out of sight
in
a
parallel
virtual
 nowhere

 suppressing
the acerbic
 aspect
in a
gathering
of
affectations

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.

Soul Mates

They collided
it was fate, destiny, it was rather awkward.
Brief introductions by a third party
led to instant dislike.
It was kismet. It was painful.
She disliked his manner,
he loathed her phony affectations.
From the very start
they kept miles apart.
Ten reincarnations later
it got no better.
Eventually a fickle fortune
placed then in a broken elevator
four hours alone together,
a centuries-old hostility
finally evaporated
hearts melted.
A spiritual attraction
revealed to them
that they had always been
soul-mates!
They got hitched in a hot-pepper fever
It was love at last-sight,
it was not right,
it was a fatal karma
soon they plotted
to murder each other.
One was killed dead,
the other went to bed
happier.

Ecstasy, Sheer Ecstasy

I yearn for ecstasy
A feeling profound
that makes my heart
Beat fast, too fast.
I look around the plain
so full of orange-colored leaves.
At the same time, above flying around
I hear the melodious twittering
Of warblers and colored chaffinches,
Whilst above clouds rush
Chasing each other.
Below a rainbow shimmer
amongst the hills.
Oh what splendour!
No wind will spoil my affectations
It feels as if heaven has descended
As children played around.
Oh how joyous is their laughter.
So why do you wonder
I feel in ecstasy?

Hedonism Todays Song

Glad,hedonistic lad;
Delighting in delectations,
Amusing affectations,
Posturing pretension
with ogling ostentation!

Professing pleasure seeking
Confessing,leisure leaning.
Reputation so revealing,
Passe peer appealing!

Performing,extroverting,
Showcasing,demonstrating,
Superficial and artificial;
Pleasure without measure.

Sad,sad,so sad !


 Year Posted 2007

Tossup

she stood up ...
reached across the table to
pinch his cheek -
two small red spots grew where
she had crimped his
dark-whiskered flesh ...
"Now they match ... scoundrel!"
for there flamed two more crimson
marks on the opposite side
where the other had pressed her
pretty plum bows just
a moment before ...
they both walked slowly away from him
in different directions
swaying like serpents 'for a flute
every eye affixed to their
coy affectations
and the suggested treasures that
moved beneath the pleated finery, draping ...                                                       
he quickly finished the
cold, green shot of absinthe
in his hand, and considered the question
that now faced him ...
which desirous, compelling, wholly
dangerous creature would
he follow?

Sign of the Times Hedonism

Glad,hedonistic lad;
Delighting in delectations,
Amusing affectations,
Posturing pretension
with ogling ostentation!

Professing pleasure seeking
Confessing,leisure leaning.
Reputation so revealing,
Passe peer appealing!

Performing,extroverting,
Showcasing,demonstrating,
Superficial and artificial;
Pleasure without measure.

Floating Deep

Anatomically speaking 
I would rather not let you see my brain,
yet you can imagine it the same way I imagine yours.

Poetics abound, but let’s not fall into that mind trap,
comparisons in the dark will teach us more.

Pull up a chair, be beautiful, I’m not old
In your brain, you are not young in mine. We are
sea creatures floating just under the surface
of the oily film of our affectations;
there in that saline soup
our brains swim, meet and assimilate. 
Thoughts grow feelers long enough to find 
our furthest reaches, no matter how far awareness 
submerges, surfaces, or emerges,
these sensors don’t end where the skin stops breathing.

Show me your feet, and I will show you my hands,
we will paint them with a naked green and blue dye,
then print out our dreams on the air between us.

What I wish to say is:
brains need this kind of image-making,
otherwise two luminous jellyfish such as we
will never find each other
                    in this deep dark ocean.

The Emancipated

"The Emancipated"



See all the pretty words
perched on a tongue
like singing birds

Anagnorisis from 
the Poetic Aristotle
effecting affectations 

from the fangs 
a cutting
100th monkey

Sting the truth 
like a bee sipping nectar
kissing blooming minds

masked in soliloquay
lines of perdition 
beckoning mushrooms

atomic fusion 
drunken swallows
all sing in flattering discord 

ribbons of melting harmony
red bolsheviks in their own time
tightly strung emancipating

crumbs of such simple
knowledge 
found in golden maize of Rhyme

The Cherry Orchard
It is sold
In their final days

(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)

Pencraft

I'll write of things lamentable like poor shipwrecked loves,
Tempest-tossed by bestial winds behind unfeeling storms;
Ripped apart by the furious middles of swift-gusting winds,
Voyaging to dream-born shores away from boring homes. 

I'll tell of the Fate-shattered dreams of earth's surest bet.
Painting how those naive shoots untimely waterloos met,
Leaving tender footprints new on antiquity's fierce sands;
Blossoming stars offed by hard luck's experienced hands. 

My verse will endeavor to weave history's accurate tales.
Parodying villainy within quiet complacency's stronghold,
Shaming eccentricities in black nooks by raw truth untold;
Inking sagest anecdotes that any finessed raconteur hails. 

Of first-hand swills or soured affectations I will not write. 
For the self-loving bard’s quill falters from black to white,
As he relives a narcissist's replica of alleged first-felt lots,
And his best tropes mimic mere ego-embellished reports. 

I leave it to unaffected pens immune to self-patting twists,
To write of this modest scribe's little turns and weird gists.

Neither Half of Any Equation - -

Offerings all-inclusively controlled,

  consummating thirst's affectations

   eliciting truth's darkly responsive swallow

        of pretenses pseudo-poetic poison,

            flamboyantly feverish flavors from

  gingered confections to Puffer fish toxins,

   testing temperature's comfort zones

      artless surrender of lucidity's aesthetic

    yielded in winters' disenchantment - -

   discontented,     smugly wrapped

         in tissue paper sweater's passion,

    fumes of moonlit intoxication's sips

       mid earthy disillusionment ticking,

  ventured to inhale magical heady elixirs

       within fusions of distorted disdain,

 glass was neither half of any equation

   merely a containment for elusive sunrises

       and hourglass sand trickling down on

   timely castles built betwixt skies' hallucinations,

    sucking life downhill like an absentminded cool trip

         drunken in fury's quenched neurotic afterthought

Flames of Sorrow

Oh how I saw a dreadful thing today!
You wretched thing, your grievous wretched act,
How dare you leave me for this piece of clay!
Unkindly you have broke our solemn pact
To never leave each other in our hold
Of affectations held by bonding brass;
But yet you left the nest to keep the cold
Away from us, and joined this piece of crass!
Oh how I wish to —Nein!*—Explain no more!
My eyes are clear enough, my heart is not.
The forge of your demise I have begun
To light, to force the blade of budding clot;
	To reap what you have sown; the flames of hate
	Of love, of sorrow and despair, inflate!


Note:
Nein- German for no

You'Re Not All That

So I’m not looking good, you say 
From where you are sat
Well, let me tell you, sonny Jim
You’re not all that
I haven’t quite lived up to your
Lofty aspirations
A bit too old, a bit too poor
Too many affectations
Incapable, impoverished
And just a bit autistic
Not even slightly racist
Or amusingly sadistic
You say I’m sadly lacking
Say it’s sad perhaps, but true
That I’m no longer good enough
Not good enough for you
An eye for an eye, methinks 
A tooth for a tooth
Would deem it fair enough that I
Should now tell the truth
That I should air our dirty laundry
On the corner of the street
And vomit dark unpleasantries
In puddles at your feet
Tell everybody everything
You’ve ever said to me
Let the fly on the wall that saw it all
Shout from the highest tree
But I shall never stoop so low
To down where you are sat
For let me tell you, sonny Jim
You’re not all that

by Gail

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