Best Affectations Poems
"The Emancipated"
See all the pretty words
perched on a tongue
like singing birds
Anagnorisis from
the Poetic Aristotle
effecting affectations
from the fangs
a cutting
100th monkey
Sting the truth
like a bee sipping nectar
kissing blooming minds
masked in soliloquay
lines of perdition
beckoning mushrooms
atomic fusion
drunken swallows
all sing in flattering discord
ribbons of melting harmony
red bolsheviks in their own time
tightly strung emancipating
crumbs of such simple
knowledge
found in golden maize of Rhyme
The Cherry Orchard
It is sold
In their final days
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Ocean view ... yawning azure
wakes and smiles, the lemon drop sun
daubing sprites on wave tops -
Where they dance and twirl like
polished diamonds, spilling from heaven's parcels ...
every wee, brief explosion of light,
Is a bloom of shimmering enthusiasm ...
every precious spark is spent in an instant,
but like the tummy giggles of a child,
They are strung together in harmony -
perfect pearls to adorn the bosom of the sea,
(as laughter adorns the day) ...
Melodious notes of nature's exuberant refrain,
here-and-gone in one sighing, serene moment ...
but their affectations on my soul -
The bright, bursting wonder and delight
that each one ignites within me, is lasting and true ...
oh, what bounty mine, this occasion!
Even now, amid the darkness of doubt -
world spinning in chaos and questions ...
joy's mercy still pierces the shadowy veil!
What grace, that it is my meager gaze
they choose to reach - my weary, chill
and jaded heart, the one they chance to set ...
Afire!
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Write A Poem About Enthusiasm" Poetry Contest, Caren Krutsinger, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Serenity In Scenes Of Mother Nature" Poetry Contest, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Pick 6 Any Theme Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Do you like me for my form
And my cosmetic moments
With their conceits and affectations,
Bejewelled with glittering gewgaws,
Hinting at the scents of summer,
All show but no substance,
Holding back the acrid stench of death?
For you ,my beauty is but word deep.
Perhaps you see in me your soulmate,
Reflecting what you inwardly believe,
Allowing you to remain in your comfort zone,
Safe from all challenge
And the barbs of pointed criticism.
Secure your world stands
As long as you do not look behind
Or beyond horizons that hold you bound.
Or are you just a voyeur
Sailing on the seas of sensation
Living your life vicariously
To avoid precariously
What you dare not,
Rather like the lady of Shalott,
Reading life through someone else's mirror
To save your soul?
Maybe you do look deeper
To see where we differ.
Confident in your own skin
You are ready for new terrain,
Awkward and stumbling though that may be.
You look before you leap
But forge fearlessly forward,
Willing to face all that lies ahead.
Be all that as it may,
I am but a poor poem,
Taking my existence
from you, the reader.
That is my fate.
Begotten,not made,ugly by my creator,
Accepting myself for what I am,
Yet I am fully at your disposal or neglect.
she stood up ...
reached across the table to
pinch his cheek -
two small red spots grew where
she had crimped his
dark-whiskered flesh ...
"Now they match ... scoundrel!"
for there flamed two more crimson
marks on the opposite side
where the other had pressed her
pretty plum bows just
a moment before ...
they both walked slowly away from him
in different directions
swaying like serpents 'for a flute
every eye affixed to their
coy affectations
and the suggested treasures that
moved beneath the pleated finery, draping ...
he quickly finished the
cold, green shot of absinthe
in his hand, and considered the question
that now faced him ...
which desirous, compelling, wholly
dangerous creature would
he follow?
Goldie, my peculiar but beloved cat,
has certain affectations --
she prefers, most times, her own society
and shuns her housemates.
But, sometimes, she cuddles
or will join the others
to laze around -- in the living room,
the dining room, a hallway, or
in the kitchen.
An inside cat who, early on,
suffered the indignity of
"the operation,"
she asserts her independence
by darting into the front yard
when a door is opened --
and she pointedly ignores
any calls or pleas to come inside.
But when the door shuts
and no one is around, she is fearful,
immediately climbing up into the ash tree.
And there she stays
until I come to coax her down.
She may climb high up
and, finally, shakily manage
a descent to allow me to pick her up
and carry her back inside.
She never leaves the yard
but does enjoy ignoring me
when I am in a hurry.
She will dart about and run
from one side of the yard to the other.
For her, it's only an infrequent game.
And, as my treasured pet,
she certainly deserves to play
while testing the limit
of my affectionate, chagrined
commitment.
Our Love Wasn't A Mistake
It Wasn't Adventitious
Our Love Was Meant To Be
Though It Does Seem Fictitious
I Love You For Many Reasons
One's That You're Sincere
You Have No Affectations
That's Why I'm Still Here
I Was Agaped When I First Met You
Thought This Was Another Game
That Mii Love Was Going Crazy
And Soon To Be Called Insane
However, As Days Went By
I Began To Think And Realize
That It was Your Mind; Not Your *****
Which Began To Aggrandize
You Have Altruism And Charisma
I Am Cantankerous And Vile
I Didn't Know How Long We Would Last
But I Was Hoping For Awhile
You Are The Antithesis Of Me
And I Was That Of You
I Became So Beseiged By Your Love
Lost In Love...What Could I Do?
Even Though We Weren't The Same
We Weren't Quite Exact
The Chemistry Rule Must've Applied To Us
Our Opposite Love Attracts
To Make This Short And Sweet
Our Love Will Always Last
Because Your Heart Speaks Your Words
Without Any Of The Bombast
Offerings all-inclusively controlled,
consummating thirst's affectations
eliciting truth's darkly responsive swallow
of pretenses pseudo-poetic poison,
flamboyantly feverish flavors from
gingered confections to Puffer fish toxins,
testing temperature's comfort zones
artless surrender of lucidity's aesthetic
yielded in winters' disenchantment - -
discontented, smugly wrapped
in tissue paper sweater's passion,
fumes of moonlit intoxication's sips
mid earthy disillusionment ticking,
ventured to inhale magical heady elixirs
within fusions of distorted disdain,
glass was neither half of any equation
merely a containment for elusive sunrises
and hourglass sand trickling down on
timely castles built betwixt skies' hallucinations,
sucking life downhill like an absentminded cool trip
drunken in fury's quenched neurotic afterthought
Having fissioned the mind
To intercede the importunate
And petitioned wisdom inside
Idle and dissipated
As tremendous illusions
pervades the soul
The unsurpassed revolt of
capitulated distortions
A percussion of thoughts
That solicits affectations of such
I yearn for ecstasy
A feeling profound
that makes my heart
Beat fast, too fast.
I look around the plain
so full of orange-colored leaves.
At the same time, above flying around
I hear the melodious twittering
Of warblers and colored chaffinches,
Whilst above clouds rush
Chasing each other.
Below a rainbow shimmer
amongst the hills.
Oh what splendour!
No wind will spoil my affectations
It feels as if heaven has descended
As children played around.
Oh how joyous is their laughter.
So why do you wonder
I feel in ecstasy?
Perfection
Comes encased
In an illusion
Hiding the decays
And the facets
Of imperfection.
Like a mirror
With two faces
The good glitters
And the bad
Lurks and reflects
In dark recesses.
A banal farce
Of human nature
The affectations
Used to bolster
The image
For the greater.
Glad,hedonistic lad;
Delighting in delectations,
Amusing affectations,
Posturing pretension
with ogling ostentation!
Professing pleasure seeking
Confessing,leisure leaning.
Reputation so revealing,
Passe peer appealing!
Performing,extroverting,
Showcasing,demonstrating,
Superficial and artificial;
Pleasure without measure.
Sad,sad,sad ! Hedonistic lad!
Oh how I saw a dreadful thing today!
You wretched thing, your grievous wretched act,
How dare you leave me for this piece of clay!
Unkindly you have broke our solemn pact
To never leave each other in our hold
Of affectations held by bonding brass;
But yet you left the nest to keep the cold
Away from us, and joined this piece of crass!
Oh how I wish to —Nein!*—Explain no more!
My eyes are clear enough, my heart is not.
The forge of your demise I have begun
To light, to force the blade of budding clot;
To reap what you have sown; the flames of hate
Of love, of sorrow and despair, inflate!
Note:
Nein- German for no
So I’m not looking good, you say
From where you are sat
Well, let me tell you, sonny Jim
You’re not all that
I haven’t quite lived up to your
Lofty aspirations
A bit too old, a bit too poor
Too many affectations
Incapable, impoverished
And just a bit autistic
Not even slightly racist
Or amusingly sadistic
You say I’m sadly lacking
Say it’s sad perhaps, but true
That I’m no longer good enough
Not good enough for you
An eye for an eye, methinks
A tooth for a tooth
Would deem it fair enough that I
Should now tell the truth
That I should air our dirty laundry
On the corner of the street
And vomit dark unpleasantries
In puddles at your feet
Tell everybody everything
You’ve ever said to me
Let the fly on the wall that saw it all
Shout from the highest tree
But I shall never stoop so low
To down where you are sat
For let me tell you, sonny Jim
You’re not all that
by Gail
Glad,hedonistic lad;
Delighting in delectations,
Amusing affectations,
Posturing pretension
with ogling ostentation!
Professing pleasure seeking
Confessing,leisure leaning.
Reputation so revealing,
Passe peer appealing!
Performing,extroverting,
Showcasing,demonstrating,
Superficial and artificial;
Pleasure without measure.
SUBJECTION
interpretation
of
remorse
with
sheer visual
power
described
fluently
evolution
exploded
fascination
subverting
the tradition
combines
the swiftness
with the
completeness of
the reminiscent
&
utterly aware
incidental
&
imaginary
idiom
developed
in
a powerful
line
abstracted
encouraged
to cope
out of sight
in
a
parallel
virtual
nowhere
suppressing
the acerbic
aspect
in a
gathering
of
affectations
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.