Best Absorbent Poems
Dreamers of Dreams
Incongruous realities of microcosmic minds
Torturous awakenings in lives raging reminds
Dormant and deceived are rapid eyes moving
Absorbent are neurons firing fluidly brewing
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Images living through altered consciousness
Stages changing forever falling bottomless
Distortions within space of timeless events
Portions parallel admits mysterious segments
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Death opening doors amongst dreams coming
Breath filled Angels of harmonics humming
Creation awaits upon celestial sailing seas
Imagination of paths through eternal keys.
...in reverse
Imagination of paths through eternal keys
Creation awaits upon celestial sailing seas
Breath filled Angels of harmonics humming
Death opening doors amongst dreams coming
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Portions parallel admits mysterious segments
Distortions within space of timeless events
Stages changing forever falling bottomless
Images living through altered consciousness
~
Absorbent are neurons firing fluidly brewing
Dormant and deceived are rapid eyes moving
Torturous awakenings in lives raging reminds
Incongruous realities of microcosmic minds.
...in reverse and backward
Dreams of Dreamers
Keys eternal through paths of imagination
Seas sailing celestial upon awaits creation
Humming harmonics of Angels filled breath
Coming dreams amongst doors opening death
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Segments mysterious admits parallel portions
Events timeless of space within distortions
Bottomless falling forever changing stages
Consciousness altered through living images
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Brewing fluidly firing neurons are absorbent
Moving eyes rapid are deceived and dormant
Reminds raging lives in awakenings torturous
Minds microcosmic of realities incongruous.
Aug.28.2018
Winged Warrior...^WW^
Not for any contest
This poem is dedicated to my dear friend Silent One...in response to the recent passing of his Grandfather...and to my Mom, who passed away last Oct...may they always live in our dreams...
...I don't know if this form exists or if it's even acceptable...but is very challenging and fun...just for the heck of it...I'm calling it...a 360 Double Helix Reversible...if you have another title, please soup mail me...love & light... ^WW^
I'm dreaming dandelion dreams,
afloat on a sea of yellow.
And I feel buoyant as a cloud,
drifting on the fringes of sleep.
Sol rises, his gold chariot
igniting the horizon's edge.
And slowly ascends, vanquishing
the last vestiges of the night.
Dawn's first glimmer of golden light
dissolves ebony silhouettes.
And arouses sleepy shadows,
yawning and stretching into shape.
Blue tints, ink, an absorbent sky,
dappled with white cottony clouds.
And Starlings squabble in the trees;
as foxes forage far below.
Sunrise heralds the birth of day;
with a symphony of color.
And like every true masterpiece,
it's spectacularly unique.
Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
Spongebob Squarepants!
Who died in an oil spill because of BP?
Spongebob Squarepants!
Absorbent and yellow and covered in oil!
Spongebob Squarepants!
Because of the oil spill he's starting to boil!
Spongebob Squarepants!
If nautical nonsense is something you wish!
Spongebob Squarepants!
Don't jump off the deck or you'll die like the fish!
Spongebob Squarepants!
I love this woodland of togetherness, where the branches reach out, entwine
pull and lull me in. Where the sunlight bisects the canopy, falling in shards of
love, kissing each leaf in its effortless fall. The absorbent floor soaks of moss,
lichen and fern in a peace far from the chainsaw of reality. Indications of life
surround in a cloak of serenity, the bark of deer, the scampering of
cottontails, the gruff grunting of wild boar not always seen but their presence
felt in eerie shadows. I walk the glitters and glistens of cobweb lace, take the
quiet in eager gulps awash in the grace of growth. The watching eye of wise Owl
looks as if to say you lucky bastard, blinks and could not give a hoot. I parade
in happiness and content dismissal of the inane world outside natures blanket,
for I have seen the effects of of the two legged beast with his devouring heart,
full of greed and broken promises. No this is the pace I wish to bear, carry for
the rest of my natural days, where the seeds are scattered idyllic by a soft and
gentle hand. I will tread silently this woodland created by time and tranquillity
and try to avoid the guilt of disturbance.
This is the Cannabis song,
they've turned something good.
made is seem wrong,
It's illegal why?
Come on politics,
don't be shy
So many uses for this wonder drug,
Wonderful for clothing and sometimes rugs,
Fords model T car was built from hemp- the very best,
Mayflower sails were too they passed the test,
1619 Jamestown settlers had to grow the crop,
It's absorbent fibers make the best cleaning mop.
clothing more solid and sturdy,
Eco-friendly for the fish and birdies,
replenishes soil with nutrients it once dropped,
known as the most efficient rotational crop,
artists for many years used the oil as paint,
use hemp money to pay for that date,
hemp oil could end the gas crisis,
Piss off Shell, Chevron, they don't like surprises,
Lets not forget the physical effects,
One of the best ways to let your body rest,
ointments for sore muscles and lotions for skin,
once it's ingested, ooh feels like a wonderful sin,
The many Cannabinoids help with cancer,
better than chemo not guaranteed to end the disaster,
Certain strains provide mellow for those with epilepsy,
imagine being the kid who just cant sleep,
take a dose once or twice a day,
they now see the sun's shiny rays,
Cant leave out the repair of brain cells,
the ones that alcohol beats up then bails
Why is it illegal you ask?
Politics wear the greatest masks,
Constantly paid off by corporate interests,
Wanted monopolies to bring them pocket book bliss,
Pharmaceuticals, DuPont, Randal Hearst, now Alcohol,
Couldn't stand the competition this “drug” brings at all,
To ensure the public wouldn't be informed,
Made GOV medical testing illegal and provided propaganda ****
So many other details,
but this must end sometime.
For some great information on cannabis
visit the http://NORML.org website
Obviously positively negative or negatively positive...going through pros and cons in my daily routine as time flies by oh so swift
Painstaking tears are like waterfalls...tasting the different and diverse coping mechanisms of life as a whole...chaos and peace takes its toll
Isolating myself from the loud crowd...introvert and extrovert time and time again and on beat on fleek on the drums of my numbing noggin
Neglected, rejected, accepted, fascinated...odd, but true, having no clue what to do
Invigorated by opinions, pure or impure, that are 8 shades of grey...but hey, let's be redeemed and esteemed by God Most High, a God of truth we can't deny...so, evaporate the fear and lies in your mind's eye
Oblivious to the dilemmas that were aiming my way, but I'll bite the bullet all night and day...awfully offended, maxed out like an overused credit card that's been spent on and now jaded; somewhat apprehending this personal apprehension, hoping you can emphasize this envy I hold with me in my woes and worthless wallet
Nothing much on my mind, but never denying the power of God's hope and faith...gracious evermore in the sight of my Priceless Father, unlike any other
Shame on me for being a rude dude or an insecure individual; I must have that oh so familiar, yet unpredictable attitude of optimistic aptitude...graze in your own maze, heart that is a numb drum in my chest, thumping with anger still unknown to me...but an anger that's self - absorbent and self - opinionated...sophiscated and arrogant - instead, I should be simply humble and undoubtably confident
Not divine enough to deliver scriptures
Just a uncommon erector or life depicter
Unapoligetically painting pictures,
that expose the sinister.
Like these spiritually damaging supposed ministers
Preying physically upon our undeserving young brothers and sisters
Or politically inspired facade motivators
Attempting to build the highest encasing for elevators
Those with unapparent inclinations to deceive the nation
I pray till incoherent no reservations relieve my brethren
Searching for something more absorbent to our children than playstation
Waiting for an understanding heaven sent blessings for the fallen
And my thought process at times transgressed
Hard fought this stress nights could not rest
Send deep breaths through chest have many regrets
light sleep distressed were blest through tests
I spill my mind on the canvas like blood from open arteries
To heal the blind go bloodless like twice chosen batteries
Ran races with madness the finish line held tragedies
Then escaped that sadness now I spread these realities.
Ground of Being,
Climate of All Becoming
horizon's here now moment
when MotherEarth
meets FatherSky
EcoSpirit bound solar fire heating air
warming crystal ice floating water
soaking absorbent soul of soil
rusting fractal minerals
decomposing eviL-ing flesh
regenerating Live-ing organic systems
open sets inform researching rhythms
percuss prehensile patterns
of octave colored sounds in songs
reconnecting mythic culture stories
reweaving co-grounded horizon long becoming,
Be longing nondual here/now
space/time
body/mind
natural/spiritual
justice/peace
universe/uniting
secular/sacred
reconnection.
Which are you ?
A spewer ?
A spewed upon ?
or
An absorbent ?
About Twenty Two Score Years Ago...
One “FAKE” rumor purports April Fools’ Day
accepted with hostile abandonment
according to Giggle ling search result
conducted by this gent
adopted when France switched
rather than fight abolishment
transitioning from Julian calendar
to Gregorian calendar,
(yet maintaining same gender reassignment)
called for by the Council of Trent
Lot affecting chronological abridgement
forthrightly, immediately, and
magically decreeing making
with flourish of inkhorn - prestidigitation
"poof" quite few months absent
necessitating rejiggering
displaced vanished days forcing
latter time keeping paradigm absorbent,
asper sands of time no matter such
figurative tectonic shift population
aghast at August accomplishment
and probably did March in protest,
cuz entire season,
sans couture accouterment
suddenly rendered obsolete and unfashionable
manually crafted, swiftly tailored, and
harry styled clothes no mean achievement,
and uninformed folks got hashtagged
kindled, and named plenti admonishment
visited on their person such as
bumsteads, dolts, fools, et cetera
howling guffaws when derriere adornment
slapped with "kick me steady bum,"
or stuck with tail like appurtenances
eventually this "FAKE" – advancement
ha ha April fools historical joke
became embedded tradition inn advertent
lee established meshugas, where Jews
and especially gentiles went meshugoyim
generating cottage (cheesy) gum mint industry,
and brisk business for nascent advertisement
industry, (albeit handily horse drawn
attention grabbing kiln fired tablets)
mainly for (Philly buzzfeed string) affluent,
who secured lifelong gentlemen's agreement
with artisan, and of apprenticed trumpeting sons
(after tithe thing allotment) earnings
portion squirrelled away for rainy
May Day festivities ambient
brouhaha babushka's celebrating divine comedy
21st century poet tindered mild amusement
regarding this "FAKE" flight of fancy!
Each human around me sweats
Wears sunglasses
Smacked by gusts
A nesting couple hollows me,
Two tawny, tiny twitterpates
Ready for rainstorms,
And I would be happy.
But, this spring, I am still barren,
Like the young man's eyes
Across from me
I see sitting in midnight blue
Rising randomly observant riding shotgun
Glancing blue at human beauty
Asking aloud if hollow or healer
Earbuds grind
A slave to passion
Looking for mirrored darkness
In-between long pauses of reading
Dead poets,
Wishing for weather less crazy
Possibilites
Mouthing "Why did I let her in?"
"What if I take my life tomorrow?"
Vibes absorbent dancing Back-alley Wasteland.
I rustle my dryness fervently--
Dissuasion?--
When the next gust sweeps this asphalt lot,
My home.
He notices,
Eyes fully scoped
Blue iris majesty,
"Why didn't I care when she died?"
he asks me or maybe it's a question for my arms.
"Love summertime, hollow sunshine,"
And the sky of half-sun weeps
neither bitterness nor solace.
Together we would love
An oasis for the coming summer
Another real one
Doesn't wear sunglasses
Shading intentions unnatural,
Prone giftings pure fire
No human nor tree
Ever since has seen.
The young man's family returns.
The car starts.
The rain spreads to another heart
In Jersey; tawny twains uprooting sanity.
I part with this man
I've only seen once before
Wishing I'd spoken something
Besides "Soul firewood."
White
A celebratory color
representing all the positive things:
peace,
virginity kept,
a waving cloth of surrender.
A symbol of serenity,
white innocence and holiness.
The color that cloaks supremacists who govern prejudice,
and the white of aging hair as vitality
wastes away.
The color of powder that rimmed your nose,
dusted white like the headstones on a cold winter day.
The color of an addiction
that decayed the inner structure of your nose
and decayed the structure of your life.
The white that inflated your brain
with thoughts of what you wanted me to be.
A softened substance,
the color that dulls any hue.
The color that tore us apart
and into a whitened place;
sharp hallways and numerous series of rooms,
sanitized a Godly white,
and twisting into an indefinite vanishing point.
Drained of vitality and emotion,
absorbent white that swallows colors and life.
Your body lying upon stale bleached sheets
and bodies disguised beneath similar shrouds.
As visibility decreases in this snow storm
inside the white room,
your body, lies undisturbed by the monitors
that toll down our time.
Beneath the freshly laid snow blankets
now only your pale foot is visible
adorned with a tag,
a boarding pass for you
to leave this whitened haven.
As my feet crunch down on the snow,
my eyes squint to protect themselves
from sharp crystalline flakes.
Distressed and semi-blinded,
I am relieved to find your headstone,
glazed with fresh layers of white powder.
Form:
Great symbol of patriotism and hope
Captain America’s shield has prevailed
Showcasing courage of heroic scope.
As needed and vital armor from Christ
Mine is shield of faith, being God’s soldier
To win for what is right, graciously priced.
Made of vibranium, but purely fiction
Captain America’s shield stood time’s test
Reigning still with its iconic function.
My shield of faith is actually divine
Based on undisputed truth, and it’s real
Crafted by the Lord of heaven’s design.
So completely vibration absorbent
Captain America’s shield was awesome
Protecting him from villainous agent.
Tested and tried in Christian fighting bouts
I trust my CAPTAIN with my shield of faith
To surmount temptations for triumph shouts.
Marked by bravery for his dear country
Captain America handled shield well
As offense and defense for victory.
Indeed guarding me from satanic blows
Shield of faith* I use assures champion stand
Serving the Almighty, conquering foes.
*Ephesians 6:16 Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked.
August 4, 2022
Do you wonder about what I do look for in a partner
Sure, sure, I will tell you what, in a man, I do prefer
My dream man needs to keep me happy, why such is so easy
For that he would need not any pill of ecstasy
He would just have to be made of some specifications
My dream man would firstly have to be in love, yes, he should
Else, why would I even care to be a part of his world
A man in love is a faithful one, a trustworthy one
A man in love is an understanding one, a tolerant one
A man in love shall never ever make me feel like I am all alone
My dream man would need to be open in mind, in ways,
Yes, for with him I would love to enjoy great discussions on essays
Essays pertaining to life, religion, politics, even after life
Yes, a man open in everything does be intelligent
In him, I should see for my soul, a sort of absorbent
My dream man would need to accept my flaws
I am made of many, why, I have suffered so many blows
Yet, I still do strive to pretend that I am made of perfection
Yes, such is I believe for me, the best option
For life, here in this world, is just for a time, just for a while!
My dream man would need to let me be free
Mind you, I do know where my limits do be
But I thrive not in captivity
I thrive rather, in freedom
Yes, I thrive, in loving and reciprocal freedom!
My dream man would need to be made of faith
Yes, he would need to accept that my heart does belong to the skies
Holding hands, both of us, would strive to rise
Always by being pure in morals, in standards
Always by aspiring for more rewards
Yes, these are the obligatory qualities of the one who does wish to be my partner
Mind you, such a man, I believe shall not make me suffer
Together, we shall learn to tame ourselves
Together, we shall heal ourselves,
Yes, together, we shall make of love a haven!
Do you believe you are made of such
Pray, then, come,
We shall try to find where does love come from
Yes, we shall write a new story
One which shall be remembered as long as life shall be!
Anoucheka Gangabissoon
10 June 2015
Poetry Contest : The Interview
Judy Konos
The boy lays on the ground while the second stands over him
The first boy cries while the second laughs
The second boy is hurt
But is not crying
For his tears have dried up
The second boy is on the ground
The man standing over him
Belt in hand
Oh the irony
The first boy sits down
His friends crowd around
Concussion is found
Hit by a locker
And now is at the doctor
The first boy goes home
To a poor family
To a small house
To an unhappy life
To depression
To anger
To suicide
The first boy screams
But no one deems
It important
No matter how absorbent
The physical bandage
Can be banded
The second boy stays still
Clothes off
Bloody and beaten
Assessing his wounds
Just to go back
And beat the first boy some more
Oh the irony
The anger the first boy feels
All of those deals
Only to be let down
And told he was a clown
The first boy is sad
The crying never stops
While the second boy laughs
But hides the scars
Under his hoodie
While the first boy doesn’t
Oh the irony
The second boy runs
From what feels like a thousand guns
But in reality
In actuality
There is only one
And it isn’t a gun
The first boy’s life is over
He gave up
But his story will never be forgotten
Because in the sea of many
He wasn’t the only one
Bullying is wrong
But you must be strong
For behind every bully
There is trully
A troubled past