Best Adherent Poems


**** Over Feature

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…

Anchored On a Windy Beach

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.
© Kofi Amed  Create an image from this poem.

Baby

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
© Chris Jim  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Apres Moi Le Deluge

--  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

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

Premium Member Wiccan Doll

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.


Unconditional Paternal Love Toward Shana Punim

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!

The Red Goo

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.

Joining

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.

Premium Member The Diagnosis

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

Premium Member Lord God, You Are My Divine Sword

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

Holy Cow, Oven Nation Gone Fowl One Cluck

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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,

No Prayer

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

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.

Elena

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 ...!

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