Best Answerable Poems
"a heartbeat pulsating as living light
free from each and every limitation
I Am that dwelling in unbound delight
the source wherefrom arises creation”
O, ethereal emperor of my poem,
read me... as my initials shape the cosmos ,
the energetic essence of this eucalyptus heart
and I spill stars on the perfumed pages ,
that never leave the diary
of d i v i n i t y and d r e a m s ...
there is no sacred warmth without the sun,
thus, on the lips of the sky, I sleep with hope
~ in my humble honeysuckle heaven ~
listen, karma-reapers, sipping sins from kismet
life is a yoga, my meditative muse,
and I yeild no jealousy from the yarn of jewels,
that soaks not the silence of my soul.
I have no confession, no explanation,
I am answerable to the amethyst starlight,
that sleeps in the kundalini of loyal truths
for, what remains in the silhouette of the spirit,
if not something, inked with empathetic elixirs
breathless ... ageless ... limitless ...
boundless in the bonded petals,
like the blizzard of bougainvillia butterflies ~
the one born from those blessed brushstrokes,
where, unfurled within fluent flames
by a sage-spun saint, I am a saffron soprano ,
a line of l o v e ... laced with the last star
I am that I am, but I am no more ~
because all that lives has a pulse of light,
but I a m o n e with the source
a feeler, fond of the alchemy of Almighty ...
and his elysian flower-fused footprints ...
the weak, they fall in silence on the way
they're wounded by the words that people say
the strong, they keep on marching night and day
and for the fallen, they don't stop to pray
the Darwin theory plays in social life
survival of the fittest in the strife
The strong, they maim and then run off in glee
A branch struck down from their familial tree
Community, a fable, sweet to share
but fable nonetheless, so few can care
If one is, hurt the body, it must bleed*
But it goes on, dismembered by the deed
There is no honor in demeaning talk
The walk of shame, the path they will not walk
Eileen Manassian
I come from a shame and honor society....a person's good name is more important to him/her than fortune or fame. So few know the meaning of true honor....The Bible comes from this region of the world...
Proverbs 12: 1 & 2-
A good name is more desirable than great riches;
to be esteemed is better than silver or gold.
New International Version (NIV)
Matthew 12: 36- But I tell you that everyone will have to give account on the day of judgment for every empty word they have spoken.
Empty words...Jesus says that if you call your brother stupid....you are in danger of hell fire....Something to think about....
Matthew 5:22 But I tell you that anyone who is angry with a brother or sister will be subject to judgment. Again, anyone who says to a brother or sister, ‘Raca,’ is answerable to the court. And anyone who says, ‘You fool!’ will be in danger of the fire of hell.
*In I Corinthians 12, Paul uses the analogy of the body to depict the community spirit that believers should have:
22 On the contrary, the parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable, 23 and on those parts of the body that we think less honorable we bestow the greater honor......that there may be no division in the body, but that the members may have the same care for one another. 26 If one member suffers, all suffer together; if one member is honored, all rejoice together.
Chemically: crystalline carbon compound
Commonly consumed as coffee, Coke
Choices? Consider chocolate
Craziness careens corners
Attitude and attention adjuster
Autumn afternoon activator
Accelerated activities
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Fathoming fatherhood
Folgers: fresh or frozen
Foolish frolicking
Fickle frazzled frog
Favorite flavor?
French fanilla (fun!)
Famous for flying
Fan for “FREEDOM!!”
Endurance enhancer
E’erlasting elixir
Endocrine epoxic effects
Essayist endorser
I, internal igniter
Interestingly included
In iced infusions
Imagine: ignorance imploded
Nosy noisy neighbors
Night-time ne’er-ender
Negative nightmares…
Nice neanderthal!
Everyone’s elated
Elliptical epiphany!
Elephants eat evergreens!
Ellipsis
Weren’t you lucky, up to time of your blood thirsty war,
Russian sports, especially gymnasts and ballet at the fore,
Gave your presidency of Russia somewhat of a credit,
Hopefully with Western sanctions you’ll swim in debit
And, as for the Patriarch of your Russian Orthodox Church
Strange bedfellows you are, so odd,
You Putin, and your puppet Patriarch, will one day face God.
United Nations while the institution is divided by the languages they
Speak the food they feed on prepared by different chefs.
They proclaimed unity but wars didn't end within the jurisdiction of
Institution there is mountains of answers have been asked, but non
answerable
The institution disguised behind democracy to desecrate the innocents to
Nonsensical meetings with the hope of different approach
United Nations but dictatorship still the cultural of many countries the
Poor pay the price of emaciated bones in war torn, the ribs of children
Are the captions of the newspapers?
United Nations is institution of imagination where boiling ideas collided
Under the sycophant of being able to remove the bullets and bombs inside
Guns
I pay tribute to all those who paid their souls unwillingly to the
Senseless wars grasping the world.
You, topmost brass of the military chain of command,
though it's your warriors who blast away humans from the land,
you're liable,
answerable;
you can never wash away the blood of guilt from your hand!
Answerable to none
He waltzed across the party floor
A rosy cheek, a kiss
Dainty lady or tarty whore
Not one would he miss
Divorce had come and gone
As messy as it could be
With no dictator to look upon
He could not hide his glee
Of most domestic battery
Men on women we’ve heard
His freedom became the lottery
He’d won by the Judge’s word
Now footloose and fancy-free;
Answerable to none
If again he'll committed be
It must be for love and fun
May 02, 2017
For Fancy-Free Poetry Contest
What will you do?, they ask
What is your plan?, they insist
Who will you be?, they demand
I stare at them from behind myself
My eyes opaque with indifference
My lips still but my mind frantic
Already struggling to perceive the
present, forced to confront the future
I DO NOT KNOW! The truth cries inside
Panicking now I simply tell them
What I know they like to hear
I give them answers to
unanswerable questions
...To get back
get back, else
the Grand Probation
fails...
We suffer hale
'cause
We suffer, hail to
a mobiused Morlde`
of looped
Perpetuity
The wakesleeping
of
Self'sexcesses,
moral absurdtities
redolent of seay,
Hawaii football,
Golf Clubs'
cervid cudgels,
'bout covers
the
covert bases...
Dolmened
"...for nothing but Humanity"
(ainsi a-t-on beau),
said Beckett '38,
'neath a Billennium of atrabiliousnesses,
glooms interrred in
sorrows' ignorance
ignorance's sorrow, &
Entropy disavowed...
We,
the Sons 'n Daughters fraught,
of Fossils' legacies, unbellowed
It Can't Happen Here!, sayeth
Saul's Seer, but
Whom recalls Sinclair's '35, now
a viscous internecine?
Shoot!,
are We answerable
to
"We suffer
'cause
We suffer," only
by
Massing for Weapons' Destruction?
Aye? Nay?
Of a rusting, Mammoth Morlde`
which neither
Lives-Loves
by
Higher Law?
H.e.m.
12.1.MMii.
(Revised...)
Enjoy what little you see,
Tomorrow it may not be in close enough reach,
Hold it close keep it in a jar,
Place it under your pillow so you can embrace what you had,
And how far you kept it closed up on your shelf,
Let it breathe once in a while,
Before the life within it explodes
Leaving shards of the past scattered throughout your walls
Damaging every last chance to a future
And permanently blinding you from the present
The reflection you see inside is gone
And the contents any answer you may have
They are only answerable if you see your reflection on the glass
For the answers to any question is only known
If you can open your eyes and choose to see
How unlike a cat is this
slender dash of ink upon the page,
this pinch of print, this little line
of punctuation, adding
its mere millimetres of meaning,
black against white,
significant in its separation
of segments of the sentence,
imbuing words around it with a dab
of consequence or moment.
How like a printed dash
is my black cat,
stretched and stark against the sun-white concrete
of the distant yard baking below,
separating nothing but atoms of air,
elongated, luxuriating,
significant only in herself –
a piece of furry punctuation
that tells us solely that it is,
and needs no function to perform.
By itself, it is of itself,
answerable to no one and to nothing –
except the rain, which has just arrived,
suddenly, in slapping, ponderous lumps,
to soak the stone page and darken it,
and drive her dash to drier quarters.
The armed services think they're autonomous,
after 'Deepcut,' it may no longer be the case;
the man from MI6 paid Colonel Llewellyn a visit,
he informed him that a military court was irrelevant.
He said that the services were answerable to HM Government,
and could no longer abide by in-house decisions;
Colonel Llewellyn looked at the man from MI6,
'Do you have authority to make these comments?' He asked.
He was informed that he did, with a dry smile,
'Situations will be monitored, no initiation rites,
no bullying, no misplaced discipline, nothing like that,'
Colonel Llewellyn said, 'This is outrageous.'
'How do you intend to implement such proposals?'
MI6 said: 'I can assure you that there is no choice.'
The sullen face that seeks not to be approved or answerable.
An eternal question mark, fragile emotion, to nurture, be fair,
These things are expected yet there is no pretence to care,
a role, an act, a cross to bear.
She took the hand of a child with gentle grace
coupled with evil etched upon a feminine face.
The icy vicious plans of each criminal man..
became far worse in female hands.
no judge, jury and reporter to vilify -
sufficiently to fit the public outcry.
Presumption is all that we have now,
to label, shun and still question 'How?'
To hide and distrust what we see,
for evil women only exist on tv!
Just a hardened deliberation
before eternal damnation
when this person of the 'fairer' sex will be..
deemed too 'male' for society.
Anybody
Answerable
As
Anarchy
Arrives
After
Apathy
Accrues
And
Action
Abates?
All
Affected.
Aspirations
Annihilated.
Armageddon
Anticipated.
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28 October 2019 *2nd Place*
Tautogram Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
I am running fast
Yet my feet move not!
I am sweating
My clothes are crisp dry!
I am weeping
But laughter rings in my ears!
The pain is sweet
The rough road
Makes an interesting ride...
When will a beautiful dumpsite
House a ragged king?
When will the dirty pearl
Mock the red hot iron?
When...
When...
When...
Will silent noise greet me?
When...
Will peaceful rift run near us?
Where...
Shall the good harlot
Put the spirit filled foetus?
How...
Are we paying for our
Holy crimes?
Why...
Do the bestial beauties
Not acknowledge
The sad happiness on the faces
Of the peaceful uglies?
Answerable questions
Questionable answers...
All rolling
To nowhere
In my heavily light head...
But then
I woke up...
It was just a dream....