Best Adjoined Poems
What is it that our
vaunted intellect supposedly conveys?
That benefits the air and sea,
summits, life and
broad expanse of land?
Now
Suppose that we
at some stark moment
vanished one and all—
adjoined by all
matter and assemblage from
our forced and plundered reign?
In absence then of everything
we pillaged and proclaimed
would air be rent
by thunderous noise
of mighty rivers
returning to their courses.
Resumed the growth of forests,
near vanished and forlorn,
and healed all the
wounds and scars
that marred
Earth's sacred skin.
Then floating in the
cold and barren void,
this supernal sapphire jewel:
eternal haven of
innocence and peace.
We would not be missed.
Categories:
adjoined, peace,
Form:
Free verse
He used words like blameworthy, obligation, and ipso facto
It was nice meeting kin, at once distant and adjoined
at the hip, though
I wonder if his blood runs cold or hot
Do you like what you are?
Or lament what you're not?
So seldom I see
Another
And wonder if they are like me
And are bothered
And then intrigued
By the language of our thoughts
The way they twist around in knots
In senseless mess to those around
Who blink and smile without a sound
Of indication that they even understand
The tricks in all the cards laid in our hand
I take another sip
And click
To find out more, what are you?
Do I know you?
Looks as if you are content to be
That thing I know I am, yet question daily
How do you do it?
Or maybe
Maybe there's not more to it
Maybe after talks of actions and causation
After hark'ning back to Grecian rumination
Your heart begins to flutter
Red cheeks
Laughs
And then a stutter
Yes you wonder what I wonder
Maybe?
Do you peek from under
Eyes that dry, or well, in shame
At the ever-looming pain
That something
SOMETHING does not fit
Of songs and cars and clothes and jewels
We simply can't keep up
As we slowly raise our voice to ask why down is down and up is up
Or wondering if there's someone else who thinks this same way too
Who hears my words and asks if I am someone just like you.
Categories:
adjoined, community, friendship, hope, longing,
Form:
Free verse
This poem is dedicated to my loving wife.
Our hearts adjoined some ages past
In the summertime of our lives.
Oh! How swiftly the time has passed
Yet your lasting beauty belies
Those years that etched your comely face.
But now we reached life’s wintertime
Together still with arms embraced
And kiss each favorite valentine
For all those loving grateful years.
Happy Valentines Day my love
You are the one I hold most dear.
At times I feel unworthy of
But this I say and know it’s true:
My life is nothing without you.
Categories:
adjoined, love, wife
Form:
Rhyme
KP: With embellishment aborted,
sidewalk and street talk wail from paper.
Tears vividly seen because cursive one's don't wipe away.
An intrinsic institution allergic to plagiarized allegiance,
we're born and bred to bleed blue from womb, and the wound.
Traits of our soul incarcerated in a pen case
presenting selfies that speak volume without an impediment.
Lingual masseuses with mischief marinating, depending on
which taste of epic we prefer.
We write to pulverize color barriers because underneath the shell
tethered laughter is majority. Lumen repair technicians
dimming differences, a cultural mend from cultured men
adjoined through their pen.
Siamese artistes with an umbilical transporting manna from our
third eye to feed the famine.
Brother of mine, break bread with your pen
RL: I too do not wish to embellish
So I place my ear upon the sidewalk of discovery
For I wish to hear the colour of your steps
Our souls are meant to breathe upon paper
The fibres of the papyrus bleed into our convoluted minds
as we give of our panicked moments
Ours is a calmed darkness
A mimicking hope
Yesterday flows over tomorrowed possibilities
as we attempt to rewrite answers to those questions never asked
Differences float above our commonality
So we choose to dive below the surface
For beneath our papered skin resides the hearts of free men
Paper converted by pen becomes flesh
The bond of brotherhood
Tethered between minds
Transported beyond societies perceived differences
For we choose to anoint our spirits in blue ink!
Thanks Keith for joining me in this creative adventure.
It is a pleasure to write with such a talented writer.
Written by: Keith Papyrus & Richard Lamoureux
September 25, 2015
Categories:
adjoined, emotions, friendship, thanksgiving,
Form:
Free verse
A moment so precious as they stand and await
Bands that will unite them from their very first date
Coupled to union amidst family and friends
Detours and paths life to their adjoined intend
Everlasting their love as they commit to their vows
For soon two become one as they wantingly wow
Guests adorn gifts as they delightfully praise
Hands on glasses as to the air they do raise
Invitations so polite to the dance floor they go
Joining this couple shouldering their dance slow
Kissing in public now viewed by many eyes
Loving now shared seeing flowergirls cry
Music aplenty as their night flows with notes
Notable family reunions from those so remote
Organised tables introducing family and friends
Pleasing in today's world when happiness sends
Qualities now announced by the parents of she
Requirements to allow he, for they to be thee
Smiles now abound as they thank their guests
Tomorrow's their future for tonight they won't rest
Unlike their yesterday's for their morn they're anew
Voicing they'll be so adhesive in their grew
Wedded this two spread on marital cloth
Xenarthra we won't be, hands faster than sloths
Yes we all thank you here on our special day
Zapping your energy, bow our heads, let us pray
.
Categories:
adjoined, celebration, cute love, husband,
Form:
ABC
The community cemetery adjoined
the rear fence-line of his property.
Broad, rolling green acres landscaped
with varieties of shrubbery and trees.
Monuments in lines, rows, and diagonal patterns.
Most of them simple, monolithic.
Carvings, etchings, and brief epitaphs
carved in granite or marble
The stones, like spring's green leafed
trees and fresh-cut grass, know the seasons.
They awake to the sun each dawn; grow
shadowed, docile, meditative at twilight.
Nature recycles around them by annum.
Precious stele' standing their post eternal,
while the invisible substance of air smoothes
each carving and etching ever so covertly.
Mornings he would sit, steaming coffee mug in hand,
reflecting on the tranquility of the sentinel stones.
He envisioned the markers being books
to be leafed through, revealing life
from the mundane to the ecstatic.
A few concave or convex letters and numbers
carved in stone could never convey a person's
full saga in time. The humanity of a life.
Those things their blood had seen, felt, or known.
The ranks of headstones still stand guard.
He sips hot black coffee and imagines reading
the story inside each book of stone;
opening each, as one gently peruses
the pages and content of a rare, precious book.
Books Etched in Stone
5-28-15
Free Verse
Categories:
adjoined, appreciation, memory, remember,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Mary and Joseph fairly did it,
That night when they each gave,
Everything to the other,
In energetic zealous rave.
Heaven and earth co-aligned,
Stars shone just on them,
Nature whispered unabashed,
As their voice was of 1000 men.
Morality and good were with themselves,
Unmarried yet with child,
But they knew their baby’s genotype,
His personality, meek and mild.
In fear of reputations pull,
They adjoined him with God, the divine,
And accosted the shepherds interest:
The people, the folks on the vine.
There had been predicted,
By the world’s predictive prophets,
A saviour by name of Jesus Christ,
In etymology’s linguistic minuets.
This man was to be the saviour,
Of the then known world from doctors,
Who only treated the rich and not,
Those who to them were doctor callers.
The baby’s name was already up for question,
And Joseph had complete discernment,
There was a census of the population,
Which Joseph completed with endearment.
There was no god to whisper a name,
His parents had to decide on his needs,
They had to determine the appropriation,
Of the prophesies and the creeds.
So they maybe called him Jesus Christ,
As false as false could be,
And that he became such bold and true,
Is due to his own credibility.
Although in life he may have been confused,
About his birth name from Mary’s heart,
He had twelve close friends and brothers,
Who helped his career start.
These disciples were to me colleagues,
Of the man who could heal,
And for a first mover in equal care,
Twelve is a respectable peal.
So Jesus became Jesus Christ,
By his own work and thought,
And to know this is to have
Knowledge of history taught.
This historical Jesus makes most sense,
Navigates literature’s demands,
Gives interpretation its true space,
And issues no religious commands.
Understanding the Jesus meme,
Depends on reading about the child,
Accepting his parents circumstances,
Forming the context of the ancient world.
Categories:
adjoined, child, christmas, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Someday at any time I could be gone…
When it happens don’t you dare be sad?
I am saved and living in God’s great beyond,
Enjoying the best times that I’ve ever had.
Now I hope to be caught up into the cloud,
However God’s timing and planning are right,
To be adjoined with all the redeemed crowd,
So take up the mantle and against satan fight.
The battle will not be over till the devil’s in hell,
If you are not born again I’d encourage you to be,
Be a watchman till Jesus makes all things well,
So your soul too can be made eternally free.
Remember my wife, sons, daughters, whom I love,
The rest of my family, friends, all of those who care,
Outside of grace you were my treasure from above,
Life was wonderful, I am so glad we got to share.
Now as I bring this poem of eulogy to a close,
All my sufferings are over with pains all gone,
It’s okay to cry over my death but a party I propose,
For on satan I have the last laugh my journey’s done.
Pr 27:1 - Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may
bring forth.
Categories:
adjoined, death, dedication, devotion, faith,
Form:
Let me bring you to a world where love has no limit.
The feelings of devotion lie in between you and me,
You are Adan and I am Eve on the first day that we'd met
We are formed by the prowess of love and faith.
The unconditional LOVE...the greatest gift from God above.
But this love that we have is something veins fluctuating.
We found love in most special ways.
Not in amatory form of fantasies.
Hugs and kisses in the world of black and blue.
Caring for each other without bond and sort of hues.
But often misinterpreted by those minds are less and few.
We twirled the world like roller coaster.--
Meeting up of two souls in soiree place.
Eye to eye we've met and the story begun to clicked.
Friendship that'll remain forever,love that exists 'til the end.
No vow and ties that bind together,
Just two sacred hearts adjoined.
Two people stay together,no pain 'til we get old.
Love stuck in the middle,platonic and bold.
Categories:
adjoined, friendship, heart, how i
Form:
Narrative
Just to let you know,
A very special day is approaching
IT IS MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!
Taking place on May 24th
The day I was born
And my mother and me adjoined
Cuddled and comforted
In each other's love
Tomorrow is the day
That I turn thirteen
Finally I will have entered,
My teens
From then on it will be consumed
By hormones and PMS and what-not that I will deal with
Somehow I look forward to aging even more
I grow more mature, but also more old
I think I'll be taken
Quite a bit more seriously
Not treated like a child,
How most people think we should be
So yes it will be my birthday,
In about two hours
I hope I get lots of comments
Wishing me a well one!!!!!
Categories:
adjoined, adventure, childhood, daughter, family,
Form:
Couplet
We walked the beach one moonlit night
Our lunar orb shone down so bright
Darkened shadows consumed the land
This night we walked hand in hand
The summers breeze was fading away
As night birds glided in hidden display
Chromed crests topped the gentle waves
As a calmness carries their path paved
To a secluded dune we sit down and admire
The days beauty from it's morning transpire
As we enter a new day on natures sands
To be here at midnight we never planned
On our backs we lie and look to the night sky
In our minds we know why, we are here and lie
Companionship, relationship and our love dictates
That on this moonlit night, we are soul mates
Although it is dark I see her ebony curls
Just one of her beauties that makes my heart swirl
We turn and face as our lips gently meet
My hands through her hair as our kissing repeats
On the sands of our time we caress each other
Our naked flesh bare as we lovingly smother
Undulations of delight in capturing clutch
Receptive and pert by our sensuous touch
Adjoined we are, two hearts beating as one
As a chorus of silence, our loving whispers begin
Through the sighs, we whisper I love you
As our kissing heightens below the dark cobalt blues
Our bodies become frenzied as our loving emotion blooms
Naked as birth in natures front room
Joyous cries of delight drift on the sands
We share our excitement as we started, holding hands
Breathless sighs resonate in our space
Under the lunar light in our special place
Absorbing our loving time, spooned we lie
Two in love under a diamond crested night sky
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-11.php
Categories:
adjoined, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passionnight, dark,
Form:
Quatrain
Many a flame, brightens the sky
Such events to re-enact
A plot in vain that would underlie
A pre-determined pact
Brought up as a Catholic child
Beliefs that would not wane
The distinct view of Protestants
Reflecting royal reign
The disapproving treatment then
Catholic Priests and all
Of secret church services
Hidden holes – no fall
A venture to the land of Spain
Discover and to fight
A brave and learned soldier
Gunpowder to alight
Plans devised, against the king
Thomas Winter’s plot
Fawkes informed and now assigned
Such tales were not forgot
A secret meet within the Inn
Robert Catesby lead
A gang adjoined as one to swear
Our plans will go ahead
A parliamentary opening
Imminently placed
For barrels rolled into the night
Hidden without trace
A letter sent to Monteagle
Reward for such a warn
Uncovered act, to light a fuse
The truth of which be sworn
Hidden in the cellar below
O’ Guy to now arrest
A plotters display of guilty heads
The ending of their quest
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Categories:
adjoined, children, education,
Form:
Free verse
If I had a child,
I would stroke her head for a while
As she drifts into a trance of sleep,
Counting one-by-one the sheep
Found in her imagination,
She can live within her creation
When she is finally as quiet as a mouse,
I will turn out all the lights in the house
And creep back into my own room
To join my soon-to-be-groom
We will have ourselves adjoined
Until we hear little footsteps, sounding like a coin
Pattering down the hall
Until we see her face, cutest of them all
Say, "I had a nightmare"
I'll reply, "Come here and bring your teddy bear"
If I had a child,
I would stroke her head for a while
As she drifts into a trance of sleep,
Counting one-by-one the sheep
I will finally rest back my head,
Thinking, oh how nice it is when this whole thing is read.
Categories:
adjoined, caregiving, daughter, family, children,
Form:
Couplet
Today I came across your picture, I almost shed a tear.
I faced the mirror, dug for resemblances of your features in my mixture.
There is no doubt you are my father
and I don't want to alter the design of our feather.
I am your son, from your loins I was made in your way.
Many clashes under the sun, but we never joined the fray.
As I slept, we laid adjoined, you held your baby every day.
But Time held the other side of the coin; from your hugs, I drifted away.
I know we not as close, and we barely express our love when we feel the urge to convey.
But you are my father, you are my mentor, every night, for me, you pray.
I imagine the good times life stole from us when I look into your tired eyes.
You still hold that beautiful smile, when you lift your head to the skies.
Age has caught up with you and you always repeat your life stories to me.
I show little interest because I am a slave to this pernicious phone and PC.
But I want to hear more, and you ask for me to visit often.
I feel bitter I barely show up. But your stories will not be forgotten.
I miss seeing you tear with joy when I come visit.
We shake hands because we forgot a hug and a kiss is our limit.
I pray to hug you longer before the breath of life leaves one of us.
With your presence, affection and wisdom my soul needs to be encompassed.
I do not hate you, I am not vexed with you, that is a plan I never wrought.
I feel that is what I manifest and that guilt left in me a vacant slot.
I just want to take this moment to reveal my inner thought.
I love you, I need you, and Father, I miss you A LOT.
Categories:
adjoined, father, i love you,
Form:
Free verse
At the enthralled hour of All Hallow's Eve,
the night in frenzy clangour turns ghostly gray.
Billowing clouds slowly swirl in anger
round the formidable, full mysterious blood-red moon.
The eternal night ebbs with growling sounds,
prowling into thickening hours of darkness.
Chill damp dense fog lazily wavers low,
stalking above the autumn trees turned red and gold.
Tenebrous gloominess brought brooding shadows,
idle and dank, adjoined by broken down fencing
and gnarl skeletal tree boughs, silhouettes weaving
like marionettes against the full Halloween moon.
9/24/2019
Categories:
adjoined, halloween, moon,
Form:
Free verse