Best Adherent Poems
It’s called a Blitz
It’s more like ****
**** on the feel of it
**** on those gone before
Before when readers were respected
Before some tortured verse unnecessarily
Unnecessarily complicated composition
Unnecessarily nurtures the arbitrary
Arbitrary in its construction
Arbitrary in direction
Direction Now there’s a laugh its
Direction is but aimless wandering
wandering here to sniff at lamppost
wandering there to check out other scents
Scents not sense the random aromas
Scents upon the wayward verse
Verse I scoff it’s more like adverse
Verse or obverse it is an insult
Insult to all who seek out poetry
Insult to the very masters
Masters little in way of imagery
Masters few if any devices
Devices which make a poem a poem
Devices poets helped develop
Develop then sweet assonance
Develop an onomatopoeic smash
Smash this form and all its sill repetitions
Smash and use for ammunition
Ammunition Yes wordy ordinance
Ammunition for the worthy form
Form a theme which is coherent
Form thoughts not lines blindly adherent
Adherent to aberrant mathematics
Adherent to last word second line
Line up line up for revolution
Line up against this monstrous construct
Construct of weary would-be wordsmith
Construct of an idle mind
Mind the child that is the poem
Mind your head on low-set bar
Bar this nonsense from your consciousness
Bar this form from any gathering
Gathering dust it should remain
Gathering no moss as it rolls its distance
Distance yourself from this word pretzel
Distance is its charming feature
Feature nothing which at our art chips
Feature not this confused bull
Bull…
Chips…
I
Anchored on a sun filtered shore
Upon rocks which lay the days of yore
In swirling pristine aquas of alluring calm
Let it serenade heal my bruised palm
To chronicle tales of my hearts longings
And memoirs of my gradual bondings
To enthral my thoughts in the expanse of time
Parading on the lowly impasse of my prime
To write poetry ,prose or mystery fiction
Titled love on a mission to submission
For winds of change will unravel the future
And the dust of defeat will cover the past
II
Invulnerable In dens of sublime realms
where embers of hope forever gleams
Sparked moments that never fade nor flicker
Down the coconut groves lining the ocean Vast
Departing the depths of calamity chosen
To savour the dews of my late night hours
And devour not the memorable endeavours
For beauty was with me in those moments
One Inevitably engulfed in avid desires
An adherent of the much awaited messiah
With amalgam of glee and humility
And simple life of truth and sincerity
III
Traversing the blissful cavalcade holds
I contemplate in dissonant folds
Harrowing scenes from the sunset vives
I linger in my skimming crimson skies
Seemingly, my life plied on out worn roads
Embalmed by these hands in worded codes
In tongues of my fore fathers decent
I will lounge in their culture with no lament
Like those who came before me
Who fought oppressors from over the sea
and their legends enshrined in echoing songs
Of "murmurs of pleasures, pains, and wrongs"
IV
Whereon mindful of the lot i ought to do
Arrayed within scenes from over the hue
Gradually with hasty steps into depths unexplored
And withdraws, into chambers of happiness and scenes adored
To let the crest of my turning tossing mind detach from fearful odds
And my blessed struggling kind flee from the twilight of the earthly gods
So my heart and soul finally infuse with the fluidity of my course
Down the avenues of my maturity
Down the patterns of my progress
Down the depths of my humility
Down the tangled maze of my life I confess...
..In swirling moon beams of alluring calm
A faith in doubt amid a battering qualm
Under clouds which housed the days of yore
On this shell and plastic littered shore.
I've never really seen you before,
But it feels like I see you daily, times four
I am health adherent, I don't take drugs outside doctor's prescription,
But you are the first drug I would take based on advice from a physicist, not a physician...
Even my brain now works like a computer
The only difference is you are the input and you are the output.
For a regular computer, it would be garbage in garbage out.
But I'm no regular computer.
I'm a super computer,
So it's my baby in, my baby out.
You say inner beauty is what you crave for?
With such a beautiful smile,
I can only tell it comes from a beautiful inside...
Stay beautiful baby
Stay beautiful
-- Just a bit of silliness --
"Baissez le rideau, la farce est jouee..."
---- Daumier
39 & 1/2 days had passed;
the rain had lessened.
Noah, grungy and grumpy,
paced the wet deck
like a caged Lion of Judah.
Reading the Odyssey by blubber-light,
Jonah, a free-thinker, cruised
in his whale below; he marveled,
captainishly, carefully pronouncing
the unfamiliar Greek, an uninvented
tongue he couldn't speak.
Ham, an adherent to all the dietary
restrictions, was relieved
at the journey's almost-close.
Consultation of the Holy Books
had proved he wasn't kosher
and, therefore, could not be served.
Still, Shem and Japhet eyed him oddly.
They had a lean and hungry look.
The wives, sensible lot,
cleaned the kennels, did the chores
and tried to keep an even keel
in the anachronistic mess.
They drifted onward,
tired of fishing fruitless waters,
doubtful now of being made
fishers of men.
All things considered, it was
a perfectly normal situation:
men were mystics
and women staid and sturdy workers.
And yet, Ararat, still beneath the waters,
may not have been the only futuristic
structure in this grey, flat
seascape.
The youth
Good toppest lustre of the day
The brave hulk which makes hay
These adherent shining through blames
Our pure ambrosial saints ain't flames
These souls has a new odour today
The young beautiful flash to play
We are the good children of glare
Our colour candytuft shift blur
God's love mends and make the youth
This time and space experience use
The living waters with the future frozen
Our power through the mirror was spoken
Past passion, post move on the song
The uniform dance, listen the flowers wrong
Happiness blossom the rainbow nation
Our fruit bloom the path of fasion
We are blood washing through the rails
Of a sweeping banister. Unfolding tails
Few times of the year are as glorified as this.
It is the Sabbath of Litha, the summer solstice.
Just two hours before dawn in the dark of morning,
among the witches gathered is a pretty thing.
With fiery red hair, she’s making my heart sing.
In a small clearing in the middle of the wood,
this young longhaired maiden looks much better than good.
The coven joins hands as they circle an oak tree.
The summer’s full moon light enhances her beauty.
You are the prettiest of the witches in your coven.
Seeing you sky-clad is getting me hotter than an oven.
Upon me, you must have cast a powerful spell.
It has control over me. It is working well.
How I would like to join you in this early hour.
I don’t want a talisman to quash your power.
Seeing you revitalizes my energy.
May earth, air, water, and fire dwell in harmony.
Later this morning, won’t you spend some time with me?
I am not an adherent to witchcraft or any other form of neopaganism.
Screaming writhing violent
uncontrollable spasms of abandonment
immediately followed her (like Mary's lamb)
where e'er she went
verbal communication attempt didst rent
ear piercing outpouring
barrage heard clearly by vested gent,
a bajillion miles away e'en
stymying the likes of Lois Lane, Clark Kent
or special ABC letter writ agent,
when aforementioned younger daughter
raged day and night without abatement
soon after our baby's birth
agonizing distress self evident
when bundle of joy became a toddler,
which ordinary concomitent
expectant joyful milestones
hoop fully attendant
with hypothetical offspring
aurally learning oral rudiment
basis of language skill
with instructional accouterment
mastering native tongue
celebratory breakthru achievement
acquiring brisk command of lingua franca
easily excelling telly
tubby "FAKE" accent
gibberish with cogent
encoded development coaxed ability
regarding divine acknowledgement
pertaining to obvious delayed development,
when dada decried disabled
doc's "NON FAKE"
dupe forced mine abhorrent
realization upon crestfallen papa,
that our precious progeny
requisite remedial requirement
versed here, viz poetic abridgement
thee youngest of
(deux) daughters afflicted
at young age initial
general consensus genetic accident
engendered ambiguous diagnosis,
cuz forming words absent
purportedly linkedin with
high functioning autism
spurred self blame abutment,
sans cognitive fluke (most
likely inherited) malady immediate adherent
parental duty entailed, promoted
vouchsafed, et cetera
lifelong intervention convert,
a blessed webbed accompaniment
decades later nearly wrought total abolishment
whereat now grown year old lass
defied wildest predictions, adjustment
witnessed thee cherished apple of my eye
metamorphosed since early adolescent
to secure part time employment
attending Bend, Oregon Community College
and coordinating advancement,
where Shana Punim secured plane ticket
and took to friendly skies to my amazement!
As I kneel down to this great monolith a black rectangle tablet has droned in through boundless space. My eyes rose with tears precipitating. A blinking of coup d'œil of a great being calling as an adherent red glowing goo comes trickling down my chin and neck from the bottom of my lip. For I see the birth of an old universe beyond invisible walls. and god calling was an earless wolf serpent with many quills and arms.
People join together to be part of something bigger;
Working next to others can infuse our veins with vigor.
Keeping to yourself is fine, but then you are deprived
Of camaraderie, which gets our eagerness revived.
A book club or a quilting class, the army or marines,
The P.T.A. or Rotary or pool league that convenes,
A dating site or any place our numbers make us strong;
It’s fun to flock with others, well-aware we do belong.
We sign our names or pay our dues or even make a pledge
That we will follow all the rules; our bets we will not hedge.
And then we proudly claim to be a member of the tribe,
Adherent of the practices to which they do subscribe.
Though lots of folks fly solo, many more link with a group,
Becoming an ingredient in some delicious soup;
For adding to the broth, we each bestow our special spice
And often, that’s a recipe for something mighty nice.
The doctor gave the diagnosis of pernicious anemia
Which then explained the new found fatigue
In the past, he had been able to take on any enterprise
An astral imagination was his adherent
To help carry out his entrepreneurial spirit
Now all of his gifts seeped slowly like sand through the hour glass
He had wanted to traverse over the poverty of his childhood
He refused to accept any sort blemish
That would dampen the ladder to his success
His visage upon his final goals landed
Rural plots turned into verdant open land, tools, equipment stored
Now like a sentry he guards his fold
Date: October 30, 2020
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Contest: Eight Word Challenge
March 8 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Judges 7-9
Key Verses –Judges 7:18 and 20… The sword of the LORD, and of Gideon.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY DIVINE SWORD
Lord God, You are my divine Sword, smiting attacks of persecution
Thank You that You keep me safe by Your compassion’s action
Toward cheerful great commission-participation
Being Your saved child, enjoying Your granted eternal redemption.
Lord God, You are my divine Sword, freeing souls from enemy’s hand
Thank You that You keep me secured by Your “Be strong” command
Toward victorious fight along righteous stand
Being Your ransomed believer, transformed by Your grand re-creation brand.
Lord God, You are my divine Sword, defeating the camp of backsliding
Thank You that You keep me steadfast by Your faith-building
Toward diligent worship-service attending
Being Your sanctified Christian for joyful supplication-interceding.
Lord God, You are my divine Sword, subduing destructive iniquity
Thank You that You keep me controlled by Your loving authority
Toward submissive obedience, devoid of shallow piety
Being Your prayerful steward striving to please You with humility.
Lord God, You are my divine Sword, reigning over fleshly struggles
Thank You that You keep me firm by Your Word from falsity-wiggles
Toward teachable attitude that defies compromise-bugles
Being Your interested learner awed midst wisdom realization-giggles.
Lord God, You are my divine Sword, promoting heavenly perspective
Thank You that You keep me guided by Your illumination’s directive
Toward joyful reaching-out midst soul-winning, always affirmative
Being Your Gospel-proclaimer, trusting Your power, constantly operative.
Lord God, You are my divine Sword, conquering foolishness-fights
Thank You that You keep me radiant by Your Scriptural truth-lights
Toward fruitful ministry involvement against slothfulness-blights
Being Your Bible adherent, experiencing Your miracles’ delights.
March 8, 2023
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these myopic ocular orbs pine
for an attractive gal to be adored
far eye got the near rest insight
per a magic bullet if jew r bored
undue flattering praises
might induce her 2 c come floored
perhaps without any family, friends, relatives...
or if religious ye kin pray to da lord
unless ya r moored
den let dis senor you ken ease
(doll ling) any troubles
like egg nog gently poured
and unable to move,
or...mebbe trapped by
a white striped tiger who roared
cornered in a spit of jumbled
feeble woodland where
a retinue of wild animals stored
analogously tube he ying
closeted in a mental ward.
not that ye care one whit
boot ta many approximately
72.57 cheesy full moons ago
when me younger days alive
i lived at pennfield manor
where the stern rebuke from robin kratz
faulted disgusting messiness
and angered water bugs
who marched against getting evicted
(where spouse twas
one chaotic rabid follower of entropy
and adherent of utter disorderliness
if such band name of aforementioned
the audience would wave meat cleavers
and as tokens of appreciation,
Religions want your property
Rituals aim to get it free
But honour bound
No one has found
Their god treats heathens differently
n.b. No prayer to any god by any
religious leader - nor adherent -
by any method nor ritual -
has softened the heart of Putin!
He had not meant to drift
Yet he could not avert the dreaded nature of his anarchic days;
The craven, inebriated nights wherein all manifestations of Time
Slipped away from him.
Yet memory remained entrenched in the sensibility he sought to dull
As did the cruel actuality of his youth, a negation.
He was not as gauche, nor as ugly as he feared,
And even, in his better days,
Not as handsome as he wished.
He was a hybrid entity, splintered at the nucleus,
An estranged dark, stoic thing,
And the intervention of others upon the isolate continuum of a self embellished
In an unameable lattitude
Solidified his existence to a fate that was never his.
For Narcissism had been his fatality, and he knew it,
And he had never meant to be an affront to God.
Still some amorphous presentiment, which emerged, then retreated,
Impelled him to nourish whatever innocence remained in him,
As if that cruel malady could be ingested, assimilated, dart through
The air into his trembling hands
If only he could coerce his muscles into consummating the task.
A response to a certain common loss
Compelled him to frequent one particular deviant tavern;
A "brother" is what he said he needed so desperately to find;
How essentially insipid he must have been to believe that " a brother"
Could be found in that dank, windowless chasm.
Rendered ill, towards closing time,
He wondered which had succumbed easier to the whims
Of the foul wind that encircled him-
Was it soul, or physignomy,
Or was his Nemesis the streets, which he hit like clock-work
Moments before this days death, and dawn.
There was no plan to his existence;
He simply went with the tide, however frenetic, the moon
That made it dance,
Such was his Life,
An atrophied thing,
Remotely adherent to his quest before his corruption:
To acknowledge, even in the most solemn silence,
His inalienable right to be as he was.
I
I never understood what happened
I never erased your evidence.
it seemed magic not science
Still lives in me your presence ...
II
Something strong without comparison,
as adherent as a dementia
suppression of my consciousness
primal puzzle without explanation ...
III
I feel suchlike an airplane without fuel.
in the air without emergency landing
only you to cerebrate, without stopping...
IV
Even to death, I am insensitive
nothing has for me so much urgency
if only I live to recall and dream ...!