Best Accruing Poems
One must imagine Sisyphus’s
boulder, marble-sized these days
And Ozymandias’ plaque,
spinning despair into praise
Look on, ye hypocrites,
and sneer at my undoing
Your universe is a giant sandpit,
entropy accruing
Their legacies long crumbled,
eroded by rust
Gods built the wrong way,
on scaffolds of dust
Virtue or vice register
equally the same
Except between stars,
there’s space for one more grain
Down here, we clock in daily,
stack hours like prayer
Worship strong Wi-Fi,
evangelize on thin air
Imagine heavenly echoes,
because the silence isn’t fair
Some develop connection,
others a thousand-yard stare
Our Earth splits naturally,
along seismic lines
Greenwich claims centre stage,
only for the meantime
Sisyphus, still aching,
gets an epidural at last
But only in hindsight,
for his hump blocks the past
Redrawn are our own lines,
watchtowers in the sand
Sketching new borders,
carving up the promised land
Exhume ancient treasure,
and black, viscous stuff
Addicted to all things buried,
as if our dead weren’t enough
Still we write blindly,
tracing glyphs already faded
Helps lift the mood
when depressed and jaded
Gods stand on shaky ground,
myth holds them together
In schisms that bind billions,
then sever forever
Oh, look on—ye poet
Sisyphus now rolls his eyes
He’s seen the apps, wars,
hoodies, and cable ties
His hamster wheel’s a meme
for gods who merely try
Small wonder he mutters,
at least Ozymandias gets to die
And sometimes I pray to gods,
or maybe their ghosts
About versions of me
I’ve been missing the most
They don’t directly answer,
but do leave this guess
In the end, to keep on rolling
may be my passing success
By David Kavanagh
Categories:
accruing, how i feel, life,
Form:
Rhyme
I was told I was sarcastic
But I’m not made from plastic
So I’ll say it clear and loud
Of the sarcasm I am proud
I wouldn’t be so contrite
If we did things freakin’ right
While working with eyes shut
And our nose up someone’s butt.
How could I possibly be sarcastic
When everything seems so drastic
My sarcasm is through frustration
Guess where I get my inspiration
Sarcastic? How could that be
I’m just describing what I see
Everyday I feel more dazed
But I’m also totally amazed
My headaches keep accruing
Does anyone know what they’re doing
Did I leave my mind back there
I’ve seemed to lost it somewhere
I promise I’ll watch what I say
If I see something right someday.
Categories:
accruing, work
Form:
Couplet
Education has never deluded me,
it is a rich mine from which my gemstones are extracted;
and all of them can adorn with its brilliance
a king's crown, but the glitter on my silver pendant...
with my natal sign, not with my image, outshines it
and displays it very elegantly.
As skilled hands relied on mental deftness,
I depended on mom's provincial practicality,
not on chances, but on her canonical guidance;
her words told no canards, only truthfulness:
an illunination of beatitude to encourage and fortify...
and that voice taught me acts of benevolence.
Guessing what was the mysterious name it bore,
would have been quite easy to identify with sharp eyes:
examining the deeds I did and the actions I still compromise,
to conclude with certainty
that it fitted me so perfectly...
I learned that art by listening to clever people with more ardor.
This is not a gift which is instilled
in the infant's brain at birth,
it is acquired by growing somewhat old...
who could have such a prodigious knowledge?
The Old Testament prophets for instance, or possibly
every learned man who studied philosophy.
Spend time with me, and observe how I peruse:
listen to the clear and incisive words spoken aloud,
riddling no mystery, or being derogatory...
proverbs might be included to give some clues;
and they were written in an inimitable way
to stimulate the minds of the unlearned.
Is intelligence inborn or learned by chance,
or even isometric to astuteness?
Many admit it stems from accruing knowledge,
to increase the capacity of the thinker or genius...
accumulating their ideas and earning praises,
while the uneducated struggle with rage.
Logical astutness is efficacious when it invigorates ability,
and exhorts a great deal of mental energy;
and will the proper words be used to that effect?
Happy New Year to all the wonderful Poetry Soup members!
Copyright 210 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
accruing, education, history, people, philosophywords,
Form:
Sestina
Within cries decreed with shadows mourning
Mortal sin translucent through eyes scorning
Brewing storms amidst silent atramental abyss
Accruing waves breathed loves lingering kiss
Minds melting transfixed thru ravaging ruins
Blinds building walls amongst cerebral fluids
Demonic seeds with remorseful ruling hands
Chronic dementia within bloodstained sands
Temptations afloat amidst sinking verbal voids
Frustrations colliding of inner spacing asteroids
Ignorance blissful with hemispheres declining
Innocence destroying within minds confining
Illusions manifesting with tribal ritual intentions
Extrusions of thoughts entwined with abstentions
Tumultuous seas of marauding cores deepening
Tempestuous squalls landing ashore secreting.
...a BDHR-[backward double helix reversible]
Mourning shadows with decreed cries within
Scorning eyes through translucent mortal sin
Abyss atramental silent amidst storms brewing
Kiss lingering loves breathed waves accruing
Ruins ravaging thru transfixed melting minds
Fluids cerebral amongst walls building blinds
Hands ruling remorseful with seeds demonic
Sands stained blood within dementia chronic
Voids verbal sinking amidst afloat temptations
Asteroids spacing inner of colliding frustrations
Declining hemispheres with blissful ignorance
Confining minds within destroying innocence
Intentions ritual tribal with manifesting illusions
Abstentions with entwined thoughts of extrusions
Deepening cores marauding of seas tumultuous
Secreting ashore landing squalls tempestuous.
Oct.09.2018
Soap Opera Titles Poetry..."The Secret Storm"
Sponsored by: Sian St. John
N/A for contest
Categories:
accruing, confusion, depression, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
La Isla del Encanto
(El Poema del Linda)
There was no Elizabethan
Changing of eyes
On the Isle of Enchantment;
No sudden moment of charm or bewilderment.
Rather, came a delicate awakening
Like soft dawn rising over groves
Redolent of plantain and nectar.
The Linden tree calls her
Soft and tender
So too a neo-Latin name for
Beauty
As she was
Ever
Native to islands
Born from sea spray
A soft mystery to be read,
Explored, and never concluded...
And now I see it
So absolutely like
The shawl settled
Across her shoulders
Lifting in the breeze
Ushered in by grace.
As such,
She wandered to my bed where
Passion can burn in one candescent night.
But where love
Is a different calendar.
Not precise and never numbered...
Indeed, ahead unfold
A concatenation of days
Accruing as a mausoleum of memory
Where gentle spirits lay forever
Eschewing sleep in favor
Of allowing auras to seep into
And inform
The ever-expanding present,
Of an interlocking reverie.
Slow growth,
delicate and steady...
Becoming more entwined
The moment fingers locked
And we ascend towards bloom.
A lattice made from mutual mistakes
Holds up, defiant ---
Lends skeletal strength
While mapping the body of
One ardent dream.
And what soft lumen roused me
From my torpid slumber
Waking me to lilt of sea-song?
Aurora's nascent dactyls
Inched up horizon line
Ascending like aspiring wisps of hope
Spreading warmth unnoticed
Until, by zenith
All shall be bright and clear
Where we share a common tongue
But speak a deeper language
Not private, but privileged.
Granted only those who move
Beyond number and word
To caress contradiction
Embrace the ineffable
Partake of the fabulous Dane's
Mystic leap of faith.
If this be the reward to come
In learning from the past
Then let me, please
Mistake no more...
Categories:
accruing, love,
Form:
Free verse
Was professor of astronomy, ah those heady days
Studied fields in cosmology, including solar rays
Observed galaxies all my life, seeking exotic events
Ironically happens now, as my death’s dispensed
By dour hospice window, seeds a suffusion of light
Not dazzling, quite fuzzy, discernibly white
Shallow luminosity, enters my departing room
‘Twas pitch black this night, no forecast moon’
Growing in intensity, colours turn purple green
Must be an invasion, of extraterrestrial aliens
Hope they finish me fast, this final stage is slow
Then the fireworks start, whole world’s set aglow
Heaven’s have ruptured, no raindrops seen
Cataclysmic silent eruption, yet everywhere serene
It’s not possible, unconscionable, too far south
Only a gamma ray burst, could bring this about
A possible hypernova, just light years away
Hits Earth’s magnetic field, in a mega-aurora display
Iridescent photons, avalanche over me
My teardrops fluoresce, through the apertures of agony
Hypnotic warmth, released from cold light
My woes are assuaged, God this feels so nice
Semiconscious state, accruing spiritual bliss
“So this is how life ends, amid ethereal fine mist.”
Nurses are praying, down on their knees
Speaking foreign languages, at wonderment they see
Some fear the apocalypse, whilst others run about
I hum Cohen’s Hallelujah, but these words spill out
#O come purge my mind, cover woes
Give back the life, that I forgo
Help me bear this weight, won’t ya
Blind darkness, annihilate fate
Finish suffering, show your face
Unleash the love, they call Gods grace!
#Hallelujah#Hallelujah#Hallelujah#Hallelujah#
Pyrotechnics are over, now quiescently asleep
Drowning no longer, in pillow soaked weep
Greeting my parents, bereaving my family
As I enter a tunnel, leaving the apertures of agony.
Originally written 02/18/21
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 19 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
11/06/22
Categories:
accruing, allusion, death, irony, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
When wrinkles start appearing
Getting deeper by the day
With liver spots accruing
And the hair is going grey
The early morning aches and pains
A stomach growing flabby
The crows feet and the flatulence
No wonder you feel crabby
Categories:
accruing, funny,
Form:
Light Verse
The sun came up today,
as usual,
but with a difference.
While we slept,
rain changed to snow,
quarter-size flakes
accruing on the wet earth.
Temperature dropped
faster than snowflakes,
freezing the garage door shut.
Morning brought a crystal cloak,
to cover winter's drab face;
a blanket of jewels,
winking in the sun.
A priceless gift,
from the Diamond Maker.
Categories:
accruing, beauty, environment, snow, winter,
Form:
Free verse
One can't help but a feeling
With all our country men a leaving...
...and more migrants lining up
at customs door...
Latest figures polled this year
57,000 plus have left...
...in pursuit of work as there is no more...
and the piper seems little to"no care"
One can't but help but a feeling...
...with our melting pot a changing...
...looming question as to who we are
working for...
...Capitalism on the brink?
Our taxes for unpaid benefits?
...and more rising unemployment is in store...
as our working class is dwindling...
...Is this piper swindling?
One can't but ask the question...
Once known the land of milk and honey...
SOE flushed...
no longer funny...
Suggest to tax the paper boy...
surplus review without joy...
SOE to pay off deficit...
or the accruing unpaid benefits...
...and the migrants keep on filling
an empty space...
I'm not racist lets be clear...
but common sense has reared it's head.
One can't but ask the question...
Robbing Peter, to pay Paul...
Where else I ask you in the world...
can one arrive into a country...
claim refugee status and get paid...
...Lets divert all this attention...
Blame the solo mothers on a benefit...
not a mention about the fathers who help create...
One can't help but ask the question...
To the piper I will mention...
This recession has created great divide...
but the lesson to be learnt lets not skirt
round with words...
You are playing with peoples families
and their lives...
For the people that were born here...
...are more confused and disgruntled...
For the Piper has gone global world wide...
We want peace and harmony...
the right to drive our country's' economy...
...out of debt, and pay our tax
to those in need...
Not a hand out to the lazy...
who are wading in the gravy...
This is what our country stands
for and much more...
One can't help but ask the question...
Have we forgotten what's important...
and who we're really working for...
For our country men are leaving...
Left us penniless and a grieving...
For this question begs an answer...
in the shallows of joy and laughter...
is our deficit knocking on our front door?
Categories:
accruing, peace, political, men,
Form:
Quatrain
gilded servant
hyperbolic purveyor
sculpting truth
liberal spender
filthy lucre
licentious gain
promoting freedom
curtailing liberties
accruing power
crafting bills
self-serving pork instills
bankrupts nation's till
Categories:
accruing, political
Form:
Senryu
here they come
visionaries of our time
friends from the old
yet feeding on our ignorance
subtle as they are
they lurk privily for their own lives
their net spread in the sight of any bird
taking away life of owners thereof
for the haste to shed blood
their destruction like a whirlwind
deceitfully accruing to themselves
Categories:
accruing, abuse, africa, analogy, anger,
Form:
Free verse
Of my 36 halves: The latter, spent
accruing 2 subtracted former halves,
is 9, if equal parts divided mint
2 quarters passed 1 – done (tequila math).
Those under 18 have no place in this.
I was 19 when I first learned to drink.
Keystone my freshman year; soph’moric Schlitz.
2 Jager bombed thirsts forced a senior’s shrink.
That 25 uncorked a loveless wine
meant 29 bed wedded Chuckie Cheese.
30 went sober with vows on the line,
so - it's been over the last 6 of these.
What all it equates to? 1 sweet tasty thought:
Deep swallows of Brandy (candied apricot).
Categories:
accruing, silly,
Form:
Sonnet
The railroad ride was smooth as silk
Though it was ten degrees.
The train was just a minute late –
No time to feel the freeze.
We passed through towns of snow-topped homes
While sitting warm and snug,
The ticket taker’s attitude
As friendly as a hug.
But at Grand Central, we got off
And had to make a switch
To ride the city subway;
Let’s enumerate each glitch:
The crowded platform packed with people
Cursing the delays;
The trash-strewn tracks accruing more
On which the rats will graze.
Announcements stating that all trains
Are locals, not express;
Yet finally, we cram on board
As all those bodies press.
We go one stop and then the doors
On certain cars won’t close.
We’re ordered off and stumble out –
Well, that’s the way it goes.
We grab a cab and make it home
And think of those two trains –
Whatever calm the rail provides,
The subway quickly drains.
Categories:
accruing, new york,
Form:
Rhyme
October seventeenth ninety sixty one ...
Born sixty one years ago,
the follow poem from your bro
transmitted courtesy flagship
named Jacques-Yves Cousteau
constituting countless ones and zeroes
instantaneously traversing cyberspace
as packeted, framed dataflow
binary digits bit of information
to acknowledge when
thee transitioned being an embryo
(approximately the second
to eighth week after fertilization)
approximately nine months prior,
whose birth marked debut
of bouncing daddy's little girl,
whose inquisitiveness nourished
birthed perception buzzfeeding
capital one earthlinked baby
fostering, kickstarting, and
orchestrating cognitive aptitude,
who throughout storied existence,
which kudos ye
proudly promulgate to and fro
hither and yon across
social media platforms
understandably, opportunistically, and
humbly letting family and friends
across the webbed wide world
know amazing accomplishments,
when ye did initially grow
from being precocious genetic pedigree
into a whip smart self confident
globe trotter, whose curriculum vitae
dwarfs (by powers of seven)
feeble accomplishments of mine,
went thee invested with a heigh-ho
positive state of mind
every endeavor undertaken
(in one physically gruelling instance)
biking, hiking, riding
to your private Idaho
(fast as a B-52)
versus humdrum life of one common Joe,
whose heightened perception
aside from singing the praises
of admiration toward youngest sister
after countless years, he failed to know
about her trials and tribulations
exercising your potential to the maximum
invariably feeling dog tired
with a dose of lumbago
thrown in for good measure
nevertheless adept as bilingual person
quite helpful travelling
to Spanish speaking countries
during your roaring twenties off to Mexico,
and just recently taking a jaunt
to Portugal donned accruing
vibrant sense and sensibility
treasuring richly pocketing nouveau
memories attracting natural outgrow
of ardent followers, whether online
or in flesh, who clamor for selfie photo
with thee and steadfast husband
unlike henpecked wife of mine
enjoyable as pesky miss Quito
who pesters me to get off computer
so she can binge watch Netflix
hence adieu as I hop on my cubii
off to complete
another stationary roadshow.
Categories:
accruing, absence, adventure, anniversary, birthday,
Form:
Rhyme
Something very wrong is a-brewing
Something sinister,
something evil
And it ain't no robot from the future
that you need to be worried about
No, there are forces at work
that want to take us back,
way back to being straight medieval
Listen and understand,
everyone who wants to live
Don't let them con or seduce you
They want to take you back to a time
where brutality ruled,
and cruelty was the instrument used
A conspiracy very strong is accruing
Something abominable,
something evil
Gather all of your spiritual weapons
and hope it's not too late to terminate
all of those forces at work
that want to take us back,
way back to being pure medieval
They want to take us back to a time
where brutality ruled,
and cruelty was the coin of the land
It's imperative, I insist,
everyone who wants to live
must listen and they must understand
Categories:
accruing, political, religious, society, violence,
Form:
Dramatic Verse