Assemblage Poems | Examples

What Suits One Does Not Suit All

An assemblage was held among fruit
to decide the best color of suit. 
Apples and strawberries said,
"The best color must be red".
A banana said, "yellow is cute".

whimsy and woe

 

I am a loquacious, a storyteller of whimsy and woe
this poem is a jargogle of jumbling words
as I enter the forest to a cacophony of harsh sounds
oh, I often tend to be a gloomy crapehanger
and sometimes a fantasizer unable to distinguish 
between fantasy and reality

escaping into the intricate world of poetry
it is a metamorphosis of a logophile word lover
oh, I am distracted by the wind in trees
and the rustling of leaves petrichor
and fall into an elysian state

it is an ephoria so intense with mellifluous feelings
sometimes I find myself in an assemblage of headstones
as I meander to the symphony of bird songs
as the darkness of death wraps around me
and the withered flowers are beautiful to behold
lost, lost in a reverie rhapsodic, unraveling words
and living in the moment, detached

The Islands

The islands seem afloat in the sea
So have they been through the ages
Yet they have not gone on a journey
Even as they are bombarded with waves
When a tempestuous storm rage
They are anchored at the deepest level
At the bed of the ocean floor
Where mainland and island are stayed
And connected as one massive body
That is the generous, loving Mother Earth

Individual human beings are islands
In the vast sea of Infinite Expression
Discrete as we perceive them in vision
Yet firmly held as one great mass
At the deepest level of our origin
In the indescribable Cosmic Assemblage
Where there exist no iota of disparity
As it does happen with shallow humanity
Arise all ye chelas of the Truth
And embrace the verdure of your nature

The Person I want to be

Swirling my eyes around and ‘round 
Into a pile of leaves, 
I see my assemblage point swirl, too.
I'm looking back at me in a tornado of thoughts
Assembling the ground around below me, 
My support system slips 
And my conscience falters. 
It looks as if the worlds on fire 
In this pile of autism Nal autumnal artistry. 
The mystical mandala of my mind, 
Snatches up my spirit then takes me for a ride 
Into the higher levels of consciousness 
And some lowers too. I’m dizzy from the delusion. 
Illusions on the exclusion of always being present. 
And wander aimlessly into some dreamy delirium of nothingness. 
I slip into something more comfortable. 
Something more manageable. 
Something, more me.

When Summer Is Gone

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Another streak of blazed discovery 
  tumbles upon this month's vanishing ember,
that I gaze at an abandoned coastline 
   washing off this season's tanned mist

with August dimming its flame:

An assemblage of blossoms poses to reveal its paling watercolor tips
   bending like petioles of goodbye,
air- smoked by evening 's approach:

I feel the minutes pass in quick response...
   where a different flavor breathes to
change the raw tempo pervading through
this season's reign, lusty and free--

Another cycle heralds a call, and yet
it cannot be the end of summer...
   my heated fields are still aflame,
   this mouth hungering for passion kisses on nights of fire--
The thrill of a sizzling landscape remains unfinished 

  when rosy summer lingers on my mind...still.

W Is For Wordplay Ie Poetry

figures
     of speech
cliched

retrospective
        maxims

a repertoire
of snippets

a collage
of the impermanent

 a 
    play filled
assemblage...
     ....inscribed

   interaction
of parody and
             sentiment..
all
in wordplay:
interspersed
&
crafted
with sensibilities

Essence

My feelings are mosaic,
scattered and multi-colored.
There is no set pattern in the artwork
and no meaning in each separate pane.
Only the whole surface memorable.
Each shard of broken mirror
reflects a parse of the whole.
When pieced together the total vision,
though tattered, comes into clearer focus.
Reflection, a study of the conscious.
Moments of time tell no tale.
Vignettes of a larger tome
monopolize space that holds no fullness,
no revelations of intensity,
dramatism, lyricism, poeticism.
I demand everywhereness,
unbound illimitedness.
Totality of my essentialism
wherein I exist in absoluteness. 
my assemblage as a full complement.
Quanta on quanta. Wholeness.
Unequivocally me.

Trees Hiku X 2

winter fog at dawn-
cobwebs shivver
necklaced to the hedge

against the sky 
stark tree silhouettes -
 arbor assemblage unveiled

Opulent

The Pro Wrestling Tagboard
"The Opulent Show"
"he Show Assemblage"
The Pro Wrestling's Tagboard
featuring championship
and challenge series bouts
Contention, both score
and challenge.
Stats rewards for non titlist
seeking contention
Opulent and Assemblage
The Pro Wrestling Tagboard
Forte Adagio Tempere'
The Pro Wrestling Tagboard!


The American TopTen Song of Weeks 33--40
Challenged new Top Ten Song From Weeks
$1 to 47 for both
contention trophy and crown.
Said he was best and desevered
A championship. Cited his ablities as
means of accomplising the chore
ahead of him.

Oh ye who whisper's
might the words speak
it right
It sings in day
and comforts at night
It's real and realist
by morning it assures
it's labored to
refresh
and it is never ignored
We as one speak
sing
and talk
we reel to harvest
and
Wish to one anothers
thoughts
it's rightest
from devotion
a steady need for
one another
Love
my love
make all
things right

Clerihew Cesar

Baldaccrini aka Cesar
loved to crush the motor car
He made them into an assemblage
when giving them a title was all the rage

He Reimagines

He records the works of his life, the ephemera
he once scrawled onto the tissue thin,
thinking them indelible blueprints.
Most were fables told to a dying legend,
Pastimes, that were chariot wheels
for his little red wagon.

He is an inventor of sorts, an engineer
of impossibilities.
He accumulates metallurgical oddments
for mechanical artifacts
that have no purpose or point;
contrivances with strange gears.
attachments that bolt on to
only missing parts.

They are pieces of an assemblage
made to represent an unknowable idea.
He structures these devises
on the leeched rims of endless visions.

His minds darkened workshops
flicker with the light of kerosene lamps.
He needs shadows and the gleam of
yet undreamed dreams,
he needs gaslight eyes
while shaping the formless.
Nuts, bolts, levers, and steam driven
small brass sprockets
for the calibration of improbable elements
are his articles of faith.

A life he once constructed
falls apart little by little.
He now searches for stronger,
less breakable mechanisms
to put together, no matter that they
serve no purpose, other than
to girder and frame
featherweight straws in the wind.

Time Tunnel

My Return to Forever Neverland
behold blended benevolent beings
Assemblage on my behalf
Microcosm minutes balances all
Eternal spirit equations unfettering
our coincidence of cold living
Universal postage accepted.

Charming Patterns

Charm the waves, 
Entail algorithms of templates,
Subclass the seasonal stripes, 

Smash this tasteless flame stitch. 
A chevron turning into an imperial damask. 

Intarsia the charming argyle in this rotunda.
Rub the blotch off the bull's eye,
Collage the camouflage in this calico assemblage. 

Chintz in the heart, chequer in the mind,
Charming Patterns.

Different

I have chosen to go against the course,
I have anchored my ship through the tapered waters,
My wings took a contrastive shape, unique and vibrant,
I stood against the lashing winds, embracing its contempt,
I have hunted for magic even in darkness,
I construed the concealed emotions inscribed in printed words,
I stayed silent most of the time, letting my talent speak,
I grasped the miracles of the tiniest things encountered in my life.

I love the unparalleled realism of my sane life,
The imperfections and the unpredictability that ornate my existence,
Making my life an assemblage of contorted fates.


K.S.Lakshmi

Stilled Life a Pictorial Genre

floral fluidity 
     disclosed 
in fragile beauty

artifacts announced 
                in allegory
a semblance 
     of stilled life 
ornate 
yet commonplace 

enjoyment ancient&modern 
in fragments 
       of familiarity
assemblage of emblems
of 
the everyday
              motifs
anecdotes 
of the incidental 
ostensible&elementary 

inanimates
 to deceive
    the eye.

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