Best Addenda Poems
I realize
I have real eyes
That see real lies—
~Nearsighted
(rule of law)
~Farsighted
(rule of lies)
~The "ayes" have it
(hidden agenda)
~The "ayes" have it
(secret addenda)
~The "ayes" have it
(hate crimes)
~The "ayes" have it
(critical times)
~Unmitigated truth
(entombed)
~Undocumented lies
(exhumed)
I realize
I have real eyes
That see real lies—
~As the world cries
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12/13/2019
Photo "Imposter" by Gabriela Ferreira on flickr
What does autumn sunshine gloriously reveal?
When the sun sets too swiftly in the west keel
When a breeze said, "Sweetheart, I admire you."
Now moan the dying chords of the gloomy view?
The cold that begets each blurred leaf moans,
It clangs inside the veins and blisters the bones.
I loathe the mellowed tones of the clock thrum,
The hallway of time strikes a brilliant hoodlum.
I'm ridden that the fig's fallen leaves can't be undone,
I queried, yet has been unfit to mend the core bone.
Those dreary addenda appear to float on the vein,
And reflect my adamant dismay to me within.
He was fraught before dying startlingly,
A load of the burden of debt is crushing loosely.
Then, he learned a lot from this position,
Judge people who have plaid in fiscal coercion.
Hide behind the fig leaf, in the shadow,
Hide behind it your heart's calm to follow.
Never trust that fig leaf; it has a bark
Snack and taste from my oozy limp mark.
It's the fabled stint to delve into the spurts of life,
Lacking a fig leaf, you might swap bare in strife.
None left after the last leaf fell on the ground,
Also, each one saw it clearly, but no sound.
Written: March 28, 2022
1ST Place Contest Winner
This or That, Vol 11 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
10/23/2023
A loving family that cherishes the universality of you.
An addenda are friends, who accept you as you are.
Seeing you as complete, not a cracked,cookie jar.
God is, to you, One, the Creator of life and Universe..
You do not live in Faux City, overcome by hopeless vanity.
You simply write to communicate the true you, to humanity.
Poem 4
“In My Own Voice’
IN-FLU-ENZA!
IN-FLEW-ENZA!
This was not my today's agenda,
Hankies for snuffles my addenda,
Here I rest, moribunda!
Wintry weather down under,
Suppose it is not so bad,
Bed rest to be had,
Not in the rat race,
Cosy bed today's place,
Definitely not my today's agenda,
IN-FLU-ENZA!
Across
The vale,voices
In Easter Day worship,
Complemented a soul being
Mended.
addenda
A wood of snowdrops in the dawn,
yellow daffodils light the morn,
the scent of new mown grass,
Spring,Spring,here at last;
Bare branches greening up ,in bud,
busy birds line nesting with mud,
clematis spreading fast,
Spring,Spring,here at last;
The honeysuckle,leafing green,
new arrivals,in hedgerows seen,
Spring,Spring is in the earth,
our thoughts turn to new birth.
As Friday becomes Easter day,
we then,with hallelujahs pray.
Beatrice: Tu miri a la funestia de l'austeria
commistion de l'invidia e d'acerbe
quando crescer non vive e pur ingeria:
principia sono falde e non riserbe,
scienza che non impozza ma s'intenda
innesta a la puerizia unìce berbe;
così l'amplesso de' sofismi addenda
a 'l mondo la piètra ancora e rude,
e non liquor ch'accidia disincenda.
O altrove negasi qüelle drude
artefatte sentenze sanza cura
d'esser venène se non crude?
Ed esse cinte d'ingloriose mura
inspazia lo su' autor ne l'avvenire
non come munificio ma 'n usura;
per ciò che 'l suo miasma 'ntende aulire
intorno al pensier suo immaturo e marcio,
e assuono di sua sorditate benedire.
Ioàn: In nome de la tua spada disquarcio
onne mia dedizione pria diletta
se no da mia equità meco disarcio:
name mi sono appreso intra la letta
in che lo flume de 'l discorso rade
d'aver d'una rugiada l'aude umetta;
(Lat.absisto)astito da le mie false contrade
i' vegno a 'l primo freddo de 'l mattino
e sì novella possa mi pervade!
Beatrice: Ricorditi virtute è 'l tuo confino
ma 'n ella libertate a te è plenaria
e teco suggellar non può 'l destino.
Allora fa': di molte isquame acquaria
il laco de 'l tuo cuore mai diverso
d' amor che tutto 'nvita e seco invaria
e fé l'oceano sempre limpio e terso.
Samuel Beckett so stylish
poesied in French& English did insist
My youtube *tribute 'to go or stay'
a parody of Addenda 23,I would say
*Spoken here
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=UGl9Qwu66ys
A Story from My Heart
Kelly was a Red Tabby and a contemplative soul!Elena, my daughter used to put him in her doll buggy and walk him around the house. How he loved those rides!
History. I found Kelly near Chinatown in San Francisco, on a busy street in a teeny garden bed. Noisy cable cars, passing by!
I picked him up and went to apartments, nearby. Nobody was the owner! So I hailed a cab and took him home.
Back then, nobody fretted over cat diseases or wondered, if a cat was neutered
I just brought him home to my Calico, Luvey!
My cats had to be calicos or red tabbies only. My present feine is Irene, also a Calico. Our feral outdoors cat is a Calico.
Luvey accepted Kelly instantaneously, like a part of the family.
They were like sister and brother. We took him to the vet, had him fixed. He died from Kidney disease, he had to be put down.I laid on the floor in the vet lobby and had a tantrum, like a kid! I was so attached to that guy. He was in
misery the last few weeks of his loving life.
The Calico, Luvey, outlived him. Sle got to age 25! That one fell out of a three story window..I found her in the morning. She was limping, that’s all. I
told my fiancé, I wanted her checked out. So, took her in,
The vet showed me..ugh...she cracked her palate, which required surgery, and after that, they could not wake her! I said, “I will come down and wake her!!l”
She was lying, almost dead in the bottom of the cage.
I opened the door and said my magic words ” Mommy is here!” She woke up
She lived to be twenty-five years old! Luvey had a heart attack while being examined for a bad cold. I sat in a room, and talked to that dead cat and sang to her for 45 minutes. Those were precious moments.
May she Rest In Peace! Luvey was a tiny cat. And my first. A boyfriend brought her to me. I said, “I don’t want a cat!!.
Hal said, “give her a try for one night!!
That transformed into 25 awesome years...
Addenda~ A Shining Memory
One Christmas, I walled Kelly down the long hall in our
apartment building...His leash was thick, forest green tinsel!
A most loving companion, beloved by all my neignors.
I still miss him, though decades have flown away!
5/10/2022
Spherical vision
Little by little,
see how fears whittle
away at our soul;
joy that ego stole.
We are not body
nor dark thoughts shoddy;
rather, living light,
throb of bliss delight.
Ego’s agenda,
desire addenda,
we hold in contempt,
as impulse unkempt.
Exit hypnosis,
is our prognosis ~
soul unresistant,
to the bliss current.
14-May-2022
……Chicken Salad and Dandeloins……
Alas, corn on the cob, cool drinks, gone!
Our choice summer, sang its last song.
Children had their day in the hot sun.
Sandcastles alone, one by one.
Baseball diamonds bare of loud cheers.
No loud shouts for “cold beer, here”!
Firecrackers, feet dug in sand.
Nor a dance, by our city’s band.
Not one silver kite, will shine on high.
Farewell, soft, endless, summer skies!
Fragrance of our beloved flowers,
We shall smell in chilled, winter’s hours!
10/29/2022
Quatrain A,A,B,B
8 words/line
Addenda~ Leader of Great Books of the Western World said:
“ This reminds me of Thomas Wolfe and Ray Bradbury,”
AFTER STYLE OF SAMUEL BECKETT ADDENDA 23(first posted Aug 2017)
to go or stay
or runaway
avoid delay
of my being here
of my being there
of leaving now
wondering how
of roundabout
of hereabouts
of this residence
a missing presence
in this empty house
in this empty mind
in making decisions
to just unwind
of being unable
to decide about
coming home
come home
to a empty house
with a empty mind
and not being able
to just unwind
to go or stay
or run away
without delay
to go or stay
or runaway
avoid delay
of my being here
of my being there
of leaving now
wondering how
of roundabout
of hereabouts
of this residence
a missing presence
in this empty house
in this empty mind
in making decisions
to just unwind
of being unable
to decide about
coming home
come home
to a empty house
with a empty mind
and not being able
to just unwind
to go or stay
or run away
without delay
After the style of addenda 23 by Samuel Beckett
Samuel Beckett-
addenda 23,recited, verse just right for me
Dearest cherished oceans of the deepest blue.....
No, oh, no....I may not even visit you!
I cry to God's awesome skies,
To awaken people to all the lies.
Seagulls.....see me wave to them!
Walking back to my car to return
to my lockdown pen..
The moon and stars see our lives
slipping away.
We must take back our joy, not
live on fear, as a mainstay.
Truth tellers..beware we all will eventually
be put down.
Power is a poison, government cares
for you not, they are vicious clowns.
"Just take the poison, wear a mask."
The propaganda machine's immoral
daily, sinful task.
This is your nightfall call!
Choose total freedom now, do not
harm yourself of let this nation fall.
Be very afraid for once!
Do you follow rules by a clown and a
dunce?
California is totally in the toilet.
Governor Newsom saw to that, he both
ruined and soiled it!
You poets ill from the vaccine, tell
us your grief.
It will give some people here nightmares
and others relief.
You are the portal to our freedom.
Why are you holding back.... I ask?
The storm of censorship shuts truth
down daily.
I saw adolescents with brain bleed and
blood clots...it is time to rally.
People surely can make a choice!
Shout out now, loud and clear,with
your truthful voice.
The summer sky filled with Newsom's
fires.
A tyrant, a Nero who dreams as our
homes become nothing but pyres.
A Himmler, a Hitler, that rotter is he!
As he smiles in his mirror, greasing up
his foppy hair and destroying
humanity.
7/28/2021
Addenda, just because you had no reaction
Does not mean others have not.
to go or stay
or runaway
avoid delay
of my being here
of my being there
of leaving now
wondering how
of roundabout
of hereabouts
of this residence
a missing presence
in this empty house
in this empty mind
in making decisions
to just unwind
of being unable
to decide about
coming home
come home
to a empty house
with a empty mind
and not being able
to just unwind
to go or stay
or run away
without delay
After the style of addenda 23 by Samuel Beckett