Best Anomalies Poems
Once a bronze blossom shone so sophisticatedly.
Flourishing in an oasis of tropical butterflies.
Its aura would emanate from enigmatic auroras.
Its roots nourished from the scents of petrichor.
Admirers would gather to gaze at such grandeur,
oblivious of poppies among common roses,
so the jealous sun in its narcissistic loneliness,
blazed with hell like rays, creating a drought.
In the inhuman illusion of synthetic flowers,
its petals withered like rustic wicker wreaths.
I stood helpless, as the wind left it exposed,
as lifeless buds began swirling in the air.
Only evergreen textures remain timeless.
An empty garden has no worth to birds or bees.
In the silence between seasons, so much is lost,
yet unique anomalies always leave memories behind.
Categories:
anomalies, analogy,
Form:
Free verse
What is life?
Euphonies, cacophonies and chromosomal anomalies
intertangled destinies and illusive methodologies
Occurring in obscure dimensionless time
Millenniums fertilized to create the sublime
Perceived by ideations so pure it would seem
To exist beyond mind and to all in between.
Lingering as lore to an all distant past
There is no redo, there is no redraft.
The questions, the answers so rightly proclaimed
are composed and transported by thoughts still unnamed.
In limited struggle, the moments unspent
Become the result of a living lament.
In what and wherefore and why and with whom
we unwrap our existence in this paradoxical womb
Can we find meaning, a clear sign that we see
inclusive to all, this existential decree.
From naught made of all and conceived in a star,
we landed on earth, neither near nor afar
For reasons unknown and telegnosis unclear,
These salient projections are all jockeyed by fear
We stand in the way of unknowing surmise
And find the world is still much a surprise.
A quest overwhelming in distressed sanity
For answers not known play havoc to vanity.
To end these remarks with a questionable phrase
all becomes known in 'one of these days.'
SYNOPSIS
From the moment of birth to when we die, life presents us with dilemmas and questions that amuse, titillate and confuse us. As we get older, we realize that what we thought we knew was all pure conjecture. This poem is meant to reflect the myriad of disjointed thoughts that have run through my mind throughout the years. The "why me?" and "what is my purpose in life?" questions usually are met with ambiguity and incoherence.
Many of us are beleaguered with these conceits and although some find solace in religion, for people like me it becomes an existential never ending struggle.
CAK 8-18-2013
Categories:
anomalies, how i feel, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Inspired by the following quote: "Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved." — Helen Keller
Why am I crying now; there must be a reason
Is there something my conscious mind’s trying to hide
Or could it simply be this humid, warm season
The torment of seeking answers can’t be denied
There are days when I wake with a smile on my face
Grateful for many blessings that have been bestowed
But after nightmares, I feel I’ve fallen from grace
Anomalies exist in my genetic code
Like my Mom, I struggle to break from depression
Never understanding why feelings overwhelm
Perhaps I pay for a forgotten transgression
Is it a smile or a frown today at the helm
Sometimes I have tendencies to internalize
But the causes of these I cannot analyze
*Written March 14, 2015, for Sara’s “A Penny for your Thoughts” contest.
Categories:
anomalies, angst, confusion,
Form:
Sonnet
A bridge from colloquial to courtly
fare
A span where idealism and fantasy
pair
A railway to the existential realm;
celestial lair
A conduit through which rational
discourse can flare
Deep medium to: forage, inculcate,
and inform
Broad brush to paint rare beauty;
sculpt surrealistic form
Incisive scalpel to surgically alter
the societal norm
Delicate utensil to educate on
civility and decorum
A literary organ; a prosaic construct
A mechanism our syntax to
deconstruct
An analytical tool; an observational
viaduct
Introspective milieu to reduct;
extrovertive sphere to reconstruct
A semantical edifice that aspiring
wit, lofty orations implore
An experimental structure
gramatical anomalies to explore
A thematic repository in which
concrete ideas, abstract notions to
pour
A vernacular cathedral butressed by
an idiomatic core
Categories:
anomalies, on writing and words
Form:
Rhyme
Revolving around LOVE indeed…
that’s life as glanced by our special child
blessed by God*, the source of precious breath
and the author of wondrous existence…
Such is proven while beholding his miracle-filled survival
anchored by compassion nurturing him against diagnosis
of “progression toward retrogression”~~~
upheld along care enveloping his being
despite “congenital anomalies”~~~
beautified through comfort supporting him
though afflicted with cerebral palsy~~~
asserted in sign language
expressing his grateful gestures toward
guardians and friends in the orphanage
now serving as his dear family…
I pray with faith for that perspective to prevail
since LOVE of the LORD reigns!
*2Corinthians 1:3 Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort.
March 10, 2021
5th place, "Life At A Glance" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose; judged on 3/12/2021.
Categories:
anomalies, child, christian, encouraging, faith,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
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.
Categories:
anomalies, introspection, philosophy, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Fumes of valor,
Sins weighing all the hopes lost,
Demeanor of power,
craving for success whatever's the cost,
Deftness of a prodigy,
It carries it all,
It carries everything you believe it does,
It carries nothing!
Judged, divided, shamed upon,
It just gushes unaware of any anomalies.
Its expeditious flow defines us all,
The sudden spout through the veins,
A constant reminder of human transience.
Often sworn to promises which are never kept,
It's limitless power put to a constant test.
Wasted in this worldly chaos, celebrated by a victory,
A mere symbol it remains,
Taken for granted,
Life's elixir unglorified.
Categories:
anomalies, anger, discrimination, emotions, irony,
Form:
Free verse
Red angry lines cut against
My white pale skin
A contrast to the perfect
A flaw in the flawless
So imperfectly perfect
Others- they don't understand
How beauty prevails in such a thing
They don't understand how amazing
The pain can be
It's a portal to another world
A world free of torment and trouble
One where freaks like us can survive
It's the escape
Escape is what we want
What we need
We crave it as a baby craves it's sleep
We are the cattle in a slaughter house
The prisoners on death row
We are the freaks they hate upon
The imperfections that never fade
We are us
But us is never good enough
Not for them
Categories:
anomalies, anger, angst, death, depression,
Form:
Labyrinth of Sighs
Wondering through a labyrinth of sighs
More platitudes with attitudes that never question why
A litany of afterthoughts about where we go when we die
An emboldened range of rude retorts refuting the reasons why I cry
A canon blazing wartime over a century ago
The night sky spent stargazing, wondering what we really know
A multinational conglomerate just phasing out more duplicitous advertisements that “flow”
A hungry orphan on a street corner, with nowhere else to go
Self-aggrandising promotion everywhere I seem to look
The wealthy uprising causing commotions, celebrities writing books
A typhoon on the island coast, Turkey on the day the earth shook
A morbid day that hurts the most,
An undignified Capatalist crook
The arrogant certainty of western superiority
The way the monotony forms around typecast minorities
The precedence of material goods conspiring to take global priority
The contradictions of individualism that consume the vast majority
The medical anomalies and surgical advancements
The incredible atrocities of cosmetic enhancements
A formidable ferocity of genetics and semantics
An incredible philosophy of frenetic theological pedantics
A sincere gaze of solidarity into another persons eyes
A mere phase of different polarities that use scientific graphs to signify
A Purple Haze of creative improvisational genius that cannot be quantified
A confused daze of inconvenience as another witness is proven to have lied
Returning to the central point of a theoretical discourse
Concerning a fundamental joint possible hypothetical recourse
A burdened soldier after war suffering the agony of remorse
An ancient boulder from the shores of civilisations geographic historical course
A curious mathematician, an inspiring original think
The spurious contradictions of a political candidate on the brink
A furious proposition concerning a scandalously placed eye wink
Human connectivity and the endless search for the missing link
Copywright Elizabeth Moroz
Categories:
anomalies, life,
Form:
Rhyme
You know how some people can do and say mean stuff and their faces stay okay?
How they can say something horrible to another person and not turn pink or red or something?
Have they no moral fiber? No sense of decency? No regret? No embarrassment? How can they hurt people without realizing it? How can their face stay okay after they have completely demoralized someone or put them down or taken away a piece of their soul?
How can they do this without hurting their own heart? How can they leave people devastated?
Were they born this way or did life do this to them? I stare after these anomalies in disbelief not understanding.
How do they not know the effect their mean ways has on others?
Where are their feelings? Where is their empathy? Where is their compassion?
What has happened in their life to make them this way?
How can we help?
Categories:
anomalies, bullying,
Form:
Free verse
When I was eight
I knew Paradise could not be merely secular humane
and yet be justly and omnipotently divine,
when a Great Horned Owl
breathed her last sacred breath toward me,
left alone
while she flew away
to where I would thinly follow
in my robust adult time.
It took me eight cycles of octave eight
to realize why
Paradise must include multiculturing nests for fowl
and ecopolitically cooperative seas for fish
and surf's bilateral co-gravity
eco-measuring timeless here and now eternity.
Because a monocultural Paradise
would be polypathically oxymoronic,
an economically and nutritionally ridiculous
metaphysical paradigm,
not ecologically sustainable,
not even basic harmonic healthy balance
because not synergetically
multiculturally
and polypathically
or polyphonically healthy
wealth intelligence
of regenerative/degenerative
ecopolitical
co-empathic/dyspeptic design.
Everybody knows that Heaven
begins and ends in an organically holistic Earth Garden,
with zero-balanced degenerative waste stream,
and nonzero-soul potential
panentheistic integrity,
yes?
So how does denying our climate
and Earthscape wasting pathologies
help us become the ReForesting Paradise
we might cooperatively become
through healing these dissonant
decaying apartheid anomalies
together?
Categories:
anomalies, beauty, earth, earth day,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Once again
“Man”
Fails
A faulty miscarriage of stanzas and exhaled anomalies,
“Man” withers
Unto a Shakespearean passing
“Man” testifies
Verbal precedence above cedar scented opinions
While providing expired empathy to their disfigured reflection
Oh, how their insolent pride glimmers
Similar to Cubic Zirconium weddings
Oh, how their “manhood”
Falsely supplicates
For even “thicker” pride
Another daftly implored lie
“Man” inhales pompous remorse,
Gripping rusted axe on toxicant bosom,
Declaring knighthood upon ignorant crowd
Another verse of celebrated memories,
Sabotaged
Because
“Man”
Remains glued to authoritative eras of yesterday,
With forcefully dimpled “smile”
Unable
To surgically remove equilibrium's paralysis
…
But, humanity shall resurrect
Against demoted seer
To declare that this tide of “man”
Does not
Belong here
©Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
anomalies, corruption, life, people, slam,
Form:
Free verse
to say that rumor has it
is to say that the World Trade Center
collapsed silently and cleanly like
oppositely sexed Siamese twins
who discovered they could mate
I had all channels going full bore
aiming at involuntary insemination
with the aid of a two-handled clam rake
now there's an archetype of malevolence
just how many categories are there anyhow
an infinity an eternity you decide
rumor has it
There may be more than one infinity
however eternity is but an extrapolation
of the next 10 minutes
who would want to spend it only there
a money robot trapped in labor
dead in a puddle of break time jism
insert your domain name here
a world gone heavily annotated
yearning for the dagger of love
whine your last you holy landlords
at a time when rent is the anomaly
where anomalies are just signals
this isn't a broken hearted paperback
or a lightning burn to the head
the big eye on the horizon says
he's trying to figure out
how far to take the next extinction
but is unsure whether to come to us again
as a mystic philosopher or a yodeling yokel
we've come out of the dark place
into the frozen lips dimness
looking for aids to navigation
having discovered the secret entrance
clues were left everywhere
let's hope it ends with clean sheets
because I just found out my guardian angel
is a rottweiler with a missing leg
and just as many teeth
one eye is a ball bearing
the other a shotgun barrel
loaded with pillow mints
he rides a mean skateboard
propelled across a landscape
of food and sex smells
no wonder I'm on the run
from my own mother
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Categories:
anomalies, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
While midnight bats are gnawing gnats and feasting free unseen,
a toddler’s fed from garbage sheds an elegant cuisine.
Along the trails in distant dales a lonesome wolverine
feigns appetite on fogy nights and days of crystalline.
The circus gongs excite the throngs in nighttime Never Land –
they swarm to see the destiny of Freaks at their command,
while Acrobats step pitapat across the shifting sands
and Lady Fat adores her cat and oozes charm unplanned.
The Dwarfs in suits, so small and cute when marching with the band,
ask crimson Clowns with painted frowns, to lend a mutant hand,
while Tamers’ whips with withered tips, throughout the winter land,
lure minds entranced through hoops enhanced with flames of fires fanned.
White Elephants in big-top tents sell black tusk contraband
to Sycophants in regiments who overflow the stands,
but No One sees anomalies, and No One understands.
At night’s demise, the dither dies, the lonely Crowd disbands,
down dead-end streets the Horde retreats, their threadbare rags in strands,
and Janes and Joes reweave their woes, for thoughts of change are banned.
Continued
Categories:
anomalies, cute, fantasy, society,
Form:
Rhyme
Easter morning
Nineteen fifties
Black and white
Edged in gray
Pyramid like
Stepping stones
Determined by age and height
Reminiscent of the glories of Cleopatra
Stand silhouetted within
Easter’s sunny orbit
The Ideal family with fixed smiles
Returns the viewers’ gaze
Light enters
The shutter clicks
Kidnapping the treasured moment
Mom and dad
Bookend eldest daughter
Twin-like reflections of
Younger brothers stand at mid-point
Youngest daughter becomes
The monument’s foundation
Picture perfect in Easter finery
Chapeaus are draped in crushed netting
Brimming with bright flowers and multi-colored berries
Suit coats hold crisp white shirts and striped ties
Tiny purses dangle from wrists
Fixed Colgate-like smiles
Return the viewer’s gaze
Commemorating, witnessing, rejoicing
What is for who will come
Shoulder to shoulder they stand
Planets spiraling bumping, clashing
Yet staying in orbit
Generations may wonder
At the story being told
Does the little girl rue standing alone?
Or is it her statement?
Why not the oldest?
Leaving the parents together?
Must the brothers move glued as one through eternity?
Will each find a place in the firmament?
Will eternity claim the parents first?
Will a younger moon precede?
Frear not
As Gods’s heavens circumscribe
The position of the moon and stars.
Creation’s order begets love and benevolence
Tradition is reward and
Source material
For nature’s anomalies
Every Easter it was our family tradition to take a picture of the six of us before church. It was often taken on the steps of our family home.
Categories:
anomalies, easter, family, identity, tribute,
Form:
Free verse