The world often wonders—how can two different personalities match up?
Wouldn't their differences create a barrier & let their happy lives shatter?
Well, it's the nature of our universe,
Where contrasts always attract,
Connecting two souls together—it's a cosmic truth, undeniable and exact.
Sadly, like ones always repel,
Drifting apart, and at one point, they start to rebel.
To be honest, that does make sense.
We experience both grief and happiness,
Yet together, they complete the beauty of life.
She loves summer & I admire winters,
Which lets us explore the world through changing seasons and skies.
She's hot, and I'm chill—
Just like the Sun and Moon, uplifting each other's beauty in the sky,
A perfect blend of romance & thrill.
With time, opposites start to feel complementary.
Things that once seemed like antonyms now feel like synonyms,
And that’s the ethereal glow of life & time.
interesting
attractive, splashy
gripping, fascinating, exciting
concert, comedian, tax prep, silence
tiring, drudging, discouraging
tedious, humdrum
boring
A mysterious, spiritual poem possibly unconsciously already heard by you, if you're already swimming in the deep red rivers of poetry, writing or just creating something.
A mysterious voice offering to absorb or transform your sins, through poetic expression, and eventual emotional catharsis.
Raw, powerful, and redemptive, like a mythical Sin Eater.
Trying to forever guide you through your moral and daily struggles, and helping you find a way, to stay afloat in the complexities of life.
While swimming in the deep red waters of its poetry.
Have you unconsciously heard this holy ghost?
Title.
The Congamphlgh Caller.
(A lone voice whispers)
My name tastes like raw poetry
As I compel you to try to swallow all your sins overtime, and just express one of my exotic hymns
Summon me by using a mixture of synonyms or antonyms
To then use and abuse sweet or sour rhymes and light and dark whims
For I'm like a mythical Sin Eater
Who could be sent like an arrow from your God's Chambers
To help you swim
If only you'll welcome me in
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Congamphlgh: Holy Ghost
Evilly absurd,
Bombing lives doesn’t win peace;
Just wishful power:-
War and peace are antonyms.
You can’t make them synonyms:-
War can not bring peace,
Just collateral damage,
And high death rates:-
Peace comes with labors of love,
Nourished by God’s healing grace:-
War only knows hate,
Bombing homes, schools, and churches,
Filled with peaceful lives:-
When will this world ever be
A world rooted in love’s peace?!
I’m finally going to get on that platform
on the 18th of next month,
for a first-time, one-time performance.
The once, seemingly impossible will come fully true,
which seems like a lot narratively.
It’ll be like leaving home—but we’re crashing out.
Moving on to other plot points, big topics and intense missions.
We’re all caustically optimistic.
Although there’s a cellular-level pull to move on
we can’t help but feel a hesitancy to jump into our multifarious futures.
We’ve never been improvident.
In my personal pool of experience, when I feel alone,
friendless and unseen, this unintelligible fear noise arises,
and I'm tempted to tap out. But I never have.
.
.
Songs for this:
walk but in a garden by LLusion
What Dreams Are Made Of by Evann McIntosh
I Like You (A Happier Song) [feat. Doja Cat] by Post Malone
I take my pain to where ragers rage and writhe
in their self-absorbed gluttony on all-winter days
their tea cups are only for them
interspersed with silence and solitude
the streets are buildings without them
who are the signposts talking too?
I could have been one of them
I was one of them
and still am if hills facing the sun are cloud covered
and I don’t look out of the window to notice
then, in those un-costumed days, I am
but, and it has taken rotations of earth
backpacking through antonyms, through tropics
I have conquered tinnitus, now a comfort blanket
aiding sleep as a heart monitor line crossing a screen
I have conquered deep wells, now jews harps
jaw harps if you prefer, gewgaws, yes I have conquered
the cave of crawling space days
goblins are only a light switch and their rising finger away
but my rising finger plucks at overtones and distances
between neurons, between stars, between mees
its sound soothing, rubbing balm on a restive chest
the vibrations are fizzing and feeding me
I take my white noise and float away
sound, my therapy
Just take a good look at me;
My frame is attractive!
It does the unsated
appetite of the chauvinist
fuel.
My curves and your fantasies
are mutually inclusive!
Without them, dreams
are truncated.
But I am an orgasmic
symbol.
The self opinionated chauvinist
designs me in his sub-conscious
to serve and be utterly subservient.
I am incarcerated as a chef,
and timeless baby sitter.
A baby machine for a
patriarchal dynasty.
My education is a threat to chauvinist ego.
My ignorance hones his misogynist confidence,
whilst my erudite head
retards his self esteem and worth.
The illiterate orgasmic symbol is his
ideal and virtuous woman.
The smarter and more professional
is the age-old Jezebel.
My chastity and virginity
are twin virtues of a
mutilated genitalia.
My restrained sex urges are
designed for his unrestrained
proclivities and gratification.
I must be restrained,
for him to be unrestrained,
because, share him I must
with two or three others of
my kind.
But take another good look at me,
and see a versatile womb-man!
Translate each prejudice of yours'
and see my remarkable antonyms.
I was fine in my bubble
just some Moses in my own parting
and yes, you ruined my thoughts
and spun me in antonyms
I always wondered
why I prayed for apocalypse before sleep
and waking up, still whatever,
whatever, was always
outside
whispering planets secretly in my ear
you left me jungles and deserts,
you handed me worlds I never knew
what to do with
and all the time tempting me
to join with you
naked
Empty words
Have no
Opposites
Or similarities
Paradoxically..
While words
Seem to
Always suggest
Those antonyms
And synonyms
Dictionary bound
An empty word
Is dictionary-free...
To debate
To rebel
The antonyms monopolize
To express
To support
The synonyms monopolize
And now the child memories both
And never distinguishes between them
The positives from the negatives
The moral from the immoral
The saints from the devils
As they are forever morally Overestimated by the grown-ups
Until they are vandalism-prone Underestimated
With a future collapse of morality
In this fabulous and glamorous world
Full of both antonyms and synonyms
The Rare Rainbow at Night
David J Walker
by the hundreds
my regrets gather in the
cul-de-sac end of each day
each with its own number
each its own name and
definition connected to
a list of possible synonyms and
well defined antonyms of sins
committed in the past
the atonement of another tonight
is attached to a rainbow
i cannot see
until the morning
The ocean speaks in poetry
Syllables slammed into the sand, sounding out the tides
Like a language uttered by ancient beings
Ripples flicker from the shore, forming words that echo in the crash of waves
Cool, blue-green waters contain the sentences of silent love
Even the wind whispers the condemnation of the structured
The forced strictness of the grammatical,
The drumbeat of raindrops are rhythm enough for the surf
A heartbeat wildly stuttering in a dance of speechless beauty
The grand jete of a ballerina stretching for the sun in the crest of a wave
A quest, unstoppable, for a higher power than gravity.
A music beyond silence yet above sound
A fluent fluctuation in the depths of emotion
A soul surrounded by the stranglehold of purpose
Pulled over the edge of reasoning and into an abyss free of thought,
Free from the confines of the chemical, mechanical, mathematical, logical,
Something that defies the dictates of society
Antonyms that reflect the intangible
Sorrowful joy - memories sunk beneath the spindrift
Lonely love - a bond that will never be broken
Contained vastness - like the ocean beating upon the shore
Poetry.
Relaxing myself midst a worthy accomplishment
of checking essays which became a rigorous engagement…
I drifted a while for a festive entitlement
recalling such ‘laugh-out-loud’ moment
melting teacher’s stern sentiment
on antonyms predicament
when a student in his sober deportment
mentioned with a jubilant tone of achievement
“opinion and conclusion are opposites” along wit’s settlement…
Then he explained, devoid of embarrassment
“open and close are antonyms”: that’s no wonderment…*
Oh, I thank** God for clean humor in learning, bringing mirth-fulfillment!
November 27, 2020
*That was meant for a joke in our country where English is not the first language. The student actually knew the meanings of those words.
**1Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
2nd place, "Funny Memories" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg; judged on 1/28/2022.
4th place, "Make Me Laugh with Some Humor" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 12/19/2020.
pessimism
Due to the forecast, foreboding fellas have cancelled the parade.
Despite the weather, bring umbrellas, join us as we promenade.
optimism
April 7, 2020
Sponsor:Jenish Somadas - Let the Pens Flow, Antonyms contest
LIFE
The entire human body has been created and programed to live and fight for its life.
Opposing forces and organisms like viruses ever lurk to take away that life.
Death
040420PoSpCtest, Let the lines flow-Antonyms,Jenish Somadas
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