Best Affiliated Poems
Paintings
- Impression: Sunrise by Claude Monet (1840-1926)
- Deer in Stream by Philip Goodwin (1881-1935)
Red sun climbs an impressionist sea
climb
Boats and waves dance a gymnopédie
time stands still
Doe and her fawn in a dawn reverie
they drink from a stream in their tranquility
They taunt me
whispers and shadows and vague silhouettes
still haunt me
Vainly grasping for words to explain
why?
Empty questions shed tears in the rain -
I don't know
Was there a season of darkness we missed?
A wave of emotion we somehow dismissed?
Au revoir, dawn
wondering how we will make it through
with our fawn gone?
//Dedicated to my Uncle Don and Aunt Betty whose son Andy took his own life at age 19
Lyrics may be sung to Gymnopédie #1 by Erik Satie
Gymnopédie - a dance of ancient Sparta
Impressionism - a movement of the late 19th century in both art and music with which Claude Monet (art) and Erik Satie (music) are most often affiliated//
Written 5 Aug 2022
Do angels walk amongst us, to be honest I really don’t know
My answers may seem rhetorical, for what life tends to throw
Could well be our imagination, reaching out tendrils with clasps
Preventing approaching damnation, attempting one final grasp
Strange intervention can occur, when life’s staring into the void
Could it merely be coincidence, or vague influences redeployed
Inexplicable yet tangible, transcending all logical explanation
Might some forces of nature step in, to try avert utter ruination
This is no conspiracy theory, or narrative about personal hurt
Doesn’t matter if you believe, penning this for what it’s worth
I’m not a self righteous person, neither practice any religion
Still mysterious events, have manifestly altered my decisions
Where do these anomalies come from, I cannot figure it out
Haphazard random chaos, or designed for moments of doubt
Despite this, I remain reluctant, to place all my trust in faith
Intelligence is the apex and scourge, driving that inner debate
So how about, ‘spiritual but not affiliated’, sounds like a plan
Being agnostic means, never to dismiss anything out of hand
Whatever’s underpinning reality, God or quantum mechanics
My gut feeling, angels of shape and form, do walk amongst us.
I love you much,
Billy Patrick,
And I miss you so much more!
I hope you're resting peacefully,
I'll see you soon at Heaven’s door!
Until we reunite, my son,
Keep an eye from above on your so
Help him along his way!
You left him way too soon,
But that was God’s design
Even though you didn’t want it that way.
Let Eoin feel you still exist with his heart,
He won't judge you
Coming eternally from inside.
That, you never intended on,
Leaving him so soon
From the way that you departed.
But, things happen so unexpectantly.
It was a state of confusion
That took me to the illusion
That you were still here the whole time.
It’s time that I let you go,
My son
Rest peacefully
Smile, I’ll see you on the inside.
RIP., William Darnell Jr
If there was no election fraud:
Then why so much determination to stop discussion about it?
If it is one big lie, are they calling all the Americans who testified liars?
Those who testified after signing sworn affidavits?
Even with those being brave enough to do so with death threats?
If it is so much of a lie, then why aren’t they in jail?
For that is the consequence for lying after signing the affidavit
They are not to blame for their testimony restricted to state legislatures,
Instead of being allowed into the courts, where it should be presented
Why didn’t the main stream media cover these hearings in detail?
To me, it doesn’t matter what side you are on or affiliated with
This is a federal election with proven evidence, numbers and facts,
Truly revealed in hours of testimony from credible witnesses
I would like to believe that anyone would want this fairly reviewed
It is shocking such serious matters are ignored and discounted
After all, it is our votes involved in the outcome, regardless of the result
To think that fairness in something like this goes ignored, is appalling
*We all have a right to ask these questions
Heidi Sands
2/4/21
Since I've been on Poetrysoup
I admit I was taken back
By how many types of poetry
My education seems to lack
Could I make my rhyme a sixette
Or would I be 3 short
If I charged for a freeverse
Would I be forced to abort
How much must I remove
to make my hexaverse diminished
and then do I need more words
before I can be finished
Can I let my Rondeau Redouble
Without too much trouble at first
And must I be affiliated
To attempt a political verse
I guess I'll learn them one at a time
Until then I'll just call them a rhyme
Smile.
Laugh.
Meditate,
Take deep breaths.
Clear your conscience,
Of all negative thoughts.
Wish away negative thought forms,
From other people.
Avoid people who belittle you
Or always criticise negatively;
Including friends, neighbours,
colleagues
And family.
Eat well.
Dress well.
Listen to good music.
Read good books.
Avoid drugs.
Know when to fight,
And when to flee.
Do what you love.
Believe in abundance.
Surround yourself with people with
similar ambitions.
Avoid trying too hard to please,
Impress or fit in.
Believe in love.
Love yourself;
Love those who love you.
Avoid being affiliated to groups full
of negativity
They will pollute your conscience.
Avoid horrifying news in the media,
Bad politics and programmes that
seek to
Control your choices.
Appreciate more, complain less.
Be slow to anger.
Learn to be patient.
Learn to see "setbacks" as
experiences.
Worry less about age, death and
money
And how you look like.
Avoid blaming parents, the
government and employers
For every "problem" in your life.
Whatever teachers, parents and
preachers say
Doesn't really define you.
Be open to change.
Believe that nothing lasts;
Including pain and pleasure.
Learn to doubt everything;
Including this poem.
You are now free.
Live your life.
Children must be kept under
strict control at all times.
BY ORDER OF T' COMMITTEE.
There’ll be no swearing
in front of t' ladies.
BY ORDER OF T' COMMITTEE.
There’ll be no talking
during t' bingo.
BY ORDER OF T' COMMITTEE.
All affiliated members
must sign in by ten.
BY ORDER OF T' COMMITTEE.
All members WILL
enjoy themselves
BY ORDER OF T' COMMITTEE.
Form:
He razzed Iran’s chieftain emir
Cotton's had his writing premiere
The paparazzi
Might call him a Nazi
But he's just a smart profiteer
Author's note: This young senator reminds me of someone who might have attended a Hitler youth camp. Fear is his opportunity. While he is strangely self-assured, he is on the same side of the nuclear negotiations as the Iranian hardliners. He doesn't go back and talk about the time the USA overthrew the democratically elected government of Iran and installed the brutal Shah. (Even if that information is critical to the relationship we now have with the Iranians.) If talks fail we know there will be a short term benefit to certain groups. Are you affiliated with them, Senator? Follow the $$$.
We fit now; we complete one another.
Our lives have melted into one
and we dissolve into the unity
which consolidates our synthesis.
We fit now; we complement one another.
Our differences unite us. Our individuality
only serves to combine our commonality;
our separateness compounds our pairing.
We fit now you and I. Sharing the same path;
Sometimes together, sometimes apart.
We deviate and divide, only to combine again
when occupational distraction is done.
We are comfortable and contented.
There is no division in description;
we are affiliated in partnership,
blended, amalgamated, in simpatico.
Our bodies merge in the conformity of belonging.
The longing dovetails our diversity and unites us.
We have emerged from the swirl of separation
as one and I love you. We fit now.
As a writer, people are my vocation.
As for humanity, men, women
And other abstractions,
Their interests constitute little more
Than my hobby; I can only deal in people.
As soon as I start dealing in sects
And sections, I am either an insider
Or an outsider, and I feel lost as either
And as soon as I feel lost,
I make no attempt to find myself,
But simply retrace my steps
And return to the people.
You can call me detached if you like,
But you see, the only way
I can remain sane as a person
With such an all-consuming instinct
For attachment, is to be detached.
The world of subjectivity
Holds no sway over me,
Because it is paradoxically impersonal,
Being affiliated to partisanship,
Sentimental causes and other such abstractions.
I couldn't possibly belong
To a school of orthodox thought
That accepted me as a member.
I don't believe in myself
Other than as a crystal clear container
For the freshest cream of human individualism.
When I was younger,
I ached to be famous for the sake of it,
But now it occurs to me
That anyone can be famous
Provided they are sufficiently audacious
And thick-skinned, and I desire fame
Not so much for the vain satisfaction
Of being seen and known and heard,
But in order to guide others
Towards a happier way of being,
The only precept for celebrity,
Indeed for being in general, as far as I can see.
Adversity seems to be my fate,
As well as fortune.
The meek ones gravitate to me.
I'm the prince of the hurt ones,
The damaged ones.
I resent all success and authority.
I'm so affectionate one moment,
So icy and evasive the next.
I'm in love with many people at present.
I over-accentuate my individuality,
Because sometimes I look at myself
In the mirror and I say:
"Who's that pathetic wreck?"
The more complex you are,
The less you like yourself,
Because you frighten yourself.
The more I find myself liking someone,
The more I doubt us both.
Liking someone negates them for me.
("An Aphoristic Self-Portrait" was based on a series of teeming informal diary entries made in various receptacles in the late 1980s. "The Compensatory Man Par Excellence" originally formed part of a novel written - at an estimate - around 1987. Its fate remains a mystery. "Self-Portrait" may also once have been part of it.)
Penelope Alecknavage nee perskin whose death aye assay
to comprehend, this son of the late Harriet Harris -
November thirteenth 2016 marked her eighty first birthday
if she still lived these last eleven years - instead met crossway
where grim reaper awaited - though my mum sought to delay
futility to accept Pyrrhic outcome - homage pep rally
thru poetry n essay
writing, and finding cadence of words
helps me (with powder milk biscuits)
gather courageous foray
and means to grapple with demise
of a loved one, and hence my gray
matter sifts thru childhoods' end,
where remembrance of hooray
amidst claque of chattering aunts, cousins, and uncles
the fuzzy interplay
of Penny racing at dog speed across lawn of family home
cordoned off via a jackstay
looms in forefront of my mind,
vulnerable to grief most people sad - me, oh kay,
reckons cessation of life = equalizer of sorts
when significant person without breath doth lay
Tom foolery deft hands of motley crue prestidigitation
playing game versus sobbing as corpse
driven to graveside viz motorway,
where belief at such stark catastrophe - nay
numbness pervades next of kin survivors
especially when passing occurs pre-holiday,
yet no matter whence one departs
bobbing along River Styx to unreachable quay
mourning iz broken with nary sunny and Cher full ray
to warm earth, wind and fire - seeking soul asylum,
trying to blink away ill logic cheap trick re: acceptance,
but inxs of tears for fears begs scene 2b screenplay
not hard rocking coldplay accursed reality
terminal illness ushers helplessness cuz part of ourselves
agonizingly rent asunder, which psychic tearaway
far exceeds any physical pain, and will underlay
the immediate future, which bodes hollow
with the sounds of silence
despite informing musicians or veejay
to lighten moody blue -
boot invariably bono fide, green day,
Lady gaga emitting beat,
per the human league (plus the culture club
of heart felt village people affiliated with goo goo doll
traversing into nirvana)
creates clangorous discordant ringing
increasing nostalgia for loved one lost before yesterday!
APB :
It has been confirmed victims Respect and Dignity have been found dead.
Respect died from several slaps to the face and Dignity was shot in the head.
Suspects have been identified as Dishonor Yu, Plain Ignorance and total disregard.
They have been affiliated with the gang Flippancy out of the city of Contemptuous yard.
Do not approach suspects they are considered arm with bad manners and a lack of upbringing.
If you have any information please contact your nearest Elder’s office at 1-800- needs a good ass kicking.
Form:
Revolutionary evolutionary
Heartful constitutions
Lovers constructing
Contributions contorts
Contours, all sides a winner
Armies of DREAMERS
WE are redeemers
Consecutive notions
If we begin we are beginners
Heavily measured DEVOTIONS
Affiliated positives
Once SCREAMED
THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE FREE
and the corners of the WORLD are
Furnished with a song not yet sung
Blessed be the birds and bees
Strum down low
A guitar STROKE
Strum up glow
A GESTURE, a hope
A fluid atmosphere, infectious
Ambiance is here.
Revolutions STOKE the hearts aflare
Free aflame afire
Inquire multiplier of fame escort
One ply one try
What cost
Multiple efforts
Floral fashions flourishing actions.
Asking freedom festers festivals
Basking in ever GLOWING
EVOLUTIONS everlasting
Effortlessly REVOLUTIONIZE
THE WORLD, EVOLVING
Fast as an atomic banshee, he roils sacred halls
of White House clutches levers with brass balls
American powers remain unrestrained when he calls
Armada to exorcise imagine aery dragons,
he inarticulately falls
non-communicative, faux eruditely generative,
and heartily galls
toward this introspective kickstarter male,
and most likely others he appalls.
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My inner guru hankers to share voice
amidst increasing din
and clamors in reaction to insidious machinations fin
hushed via Machiavellian offal prince,
who unleashes clout with Cheshire grin
unconcerned about population, chaste,
from their wells Fargo wing.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Most every citizen banker, and kin
stared down vis a vis fierce-some intimations
catapult escalating, spin
laughing at rigged voting outlook
gratefully inflicts populace with monstrous win
doomsday soldiers -
art of the deal book not writ by said urchin.
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Though regularly affiliated with top notch
kudos to virtual soapbox platform
re: all poetry to express Bing averse
toward ill feted Barron settlement
of United States government tossed like scotch
on thar hocks, thus an uneasy angst
also invisibly grabs me by the crotch
cuz das Trump power monger,
I fear rubric of democracy, he will botch!
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This poem alternately titled -
harbinger of political debacle wolf find antipode
where toxic brew at crack of 12 a.m.
January 20th 2017 doth bode
doctored pregnant swollen tidal anarchistic military toad
deeds sheepishly shape into battalions
in tandem - fraternal order of police erode
Civilian protesters unite with ordinary citizen bankers
crowdsource sing metallic ca clash to goad
Form:
Forth, backward he espies
Soaked in the state of melancholy
Dwindle out of joy
Looking sluggish somber, sulky
Seems fidelity is gone
affiliated with termination cum uncertainty
baffled of what tomorrow will behoove
pondering on apparel and edibility
Thither, I apparition
seeing him gloomy dejected
now I began to pronounce
an elongated vocalization
all you need is a little faith
unstoppable force ever
elastic, static never
obliterate all cavity
nodding in affirmation
…but still jumbled.