Best Apparels Poems
“You won’t be satisfied’
-That was the voice i heard
and i turned the pages of the manuscript,
one by one;
and it featured the pearls impreganted to them
turning gold
dissecting the conglomeration of foresaken words
foxed by (un)bound faith,
berarted by depraved independence…..
i was apt to imagine,
the emblem of affable federalism
interfering the transmission from the scriptures,
The (--(SCRIPT)--)
Don’t shower any light on me
For i am afraid,
If i can make any pretence at eating;
You stony eyes; don’t gaze at me
i won’t be moved by your stagnant glare.
Six days ago,
it had rained heavily
-A Divine Rain.
And now,
Though the clouds of darkness
encompass the darkness,
there may not be a rain today
and sweat may again adhere to my body
pleading for its liberation from self.
Even with the door left ajar,
i will not enter the garden
experiencing severe drought
As i know for sure,
there are only a few white chessmen left
on the chess-board
spread across the cryptic sky.
The reverberations of enchanted hymns
dissolve in my ears,
plugging my veering mind,
drawing the thin atmosphere into nullity.
But…
For how long will I lie this frigid bed
obsessed with wounds,
resisting the warmth,
in the air of sustained captivity!?
I should arise now….
I must arise now
with my black apparels on
to see the Reverend old man guarding the pious fire
And I’ll make sure
my maid doesn’t wipe out
the blood-stains clung to the floor
For,
I’ve to come again to smoothen the wrinkled bed
and to depart,
forever….
Categories:
apparels, death, imagination, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
I long for that day
When I'll keep the goons at bay
Big muscles, six feet tall and a deep voice
I got all my choice
People would say" Here he comes
To save us from the scums".
Bang!Bang!Bang! I do my show
Damn!Damn!Damn! and people all glow
Samaritans I help
And satans they yelp
My name is Ferrero
And I am the hero
At last I have my say
To keep the goons at bay
Tight fitting clothes and a mask I wear
Never in my life I have had those apparels I swear
Punch, kick, somersault
And they all halt
I rescue the dame
And ask her her name?
But she's so cold
She says "Ferrero don't be so bold"
For the deed
I did
Not even a kiss
Oh that I miss
Then suddenly from the vicinity
A thunderous roar in all of profanity
I wake up and look at the mirror
And I am stunned by the horror
I am no superhero
All but I am a zero
Categories:
apparels, funny, imagination, satire,
Form:
Rhyme
People should be treated
First as humans
Before anything else.
I take you as you are
But first as human.
For we were first humans
Before we became all-what-not
That we have become today.
So I would be glad
To be treated first
As human before anything else.
As human I enter with my wife
Into my room at night
And after our natural duties,
We gossip over many things.
We laugh about many funny things
That were said and done
During the day by our neighbours
And friends and all.
We mimic them funnily
When we are out of gossips,
She tells me to hush
While she places her ear
Quietly on the wall to hear
What our neighbours were doing
And she removes it abruptly
Again in shock
Not believing her ears.
Hush… Hush
She signals me to put my ear
To the wall.
When I did,
I heard my neighbours
Mimicking us; gossiping us.
So on a rainy Sunday
All dressed up in white,
We are going to church.
And we greet you loudly
From across the road.
As if to show our
White apparels to you.
Then a speeding automobile
From the blues splashes
Mud-water all over us.
Inside you laugh
In spite of your outward
“Sorry o sorry!”
And in the morning of the next day,
Like the humans we are,
We yet exchange warm greetings
The neighbours, you and us.
Categories:
apparels, analogy, care, caregiving, city,
Form:
Blank verse
Nineteen months has passed since I did a step..
A step to attain one of my dreams..
Rumored as the land of "Just dime or penny"..
Talked as a land of so much strict Rules..
Rials their stable currency.
Oil their main product..
Towering modern ediffices abounds..
Architecturally design interiors..
Rich truly, as they said..
Islam the strictly followed religion..
Arabic their national language..
Riyadh, Jeddah, Maddina some of it's mainland..
Black and white the common colors of apparels..
Yet, roaming around malls..
Variant vibrant colors visibly in stalls..
Simplicity, that's what I appreciated here..
It was a barren solid land..
Almost all nationalities are here..
Finding a life; Making livelihood..
Maximizing what this country can offer...
Yet it's rules, the prohibitions..
Depresses the other life of man...
It takes away some of the joys of living..
Thus others, breaks the rules...
" incest meetings" are such as searching gold..
precious as undiscovered diamonds..
friends makes the stay here worthwhile..
Adopting and preserving the heart of humanity..
by: olive_eloi
02/10/2013
9:44pm
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Categories:
apparels, angst, care, feelings, inspiration,
Form:
Ballad
Who owns
These faces
I see in this
Crowded bus?
Our Lagos
Squires or slums?
Hopeful eyes
Squint as smews!
Scarfed
Capped
Bald
Bared
Heads flow
On mobile necks.
Yes!
Dry joy squats
Lifeless
On these faces
As elephant husks.
Arrayed in apparels
Shabby as pigs
Tho’ some gorgeous
Neat as eagles
These beings
Headed towards
Mile Two
O, Mile Two
Of all places!
But where exactly
Are we coming from?
And where exactly
Are we going to?
Categories:
apparels, parody
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Amazing armor apparels
An amazing apparatus
Appearing and ascending
Above all aimless attics
All are attics
After assigning apparent actions
Amongst atmospheric allies…also
Assembles and annexes an anecdote
Animals also assemble and apprehend
Any available areas
Alert and aware about alternatives,
Apportionment among animals are
Actually awesome.
Categories:
apparels, art, funny, on writing
Form:
Undisturbed, in this single cell
Sketches of astral thoughts, can’t tell
Nor harvest a will to value its cost
Through spiral walls, winds are lost
Apparels of ash gray, inept sleeves
Strings mocking, like fallen leaves
Nor tears, nor sigh, nor laughter
Shall kiss thine eyes before and after
Decor in frames of blood and nails
Youthful attempts, to climb the scales
Only in company, of thy seven selves
Each liberated to write, on life’s shelves
How useful are the nights of thy grief
Dethrone a king, thus, burdens relief
Discarding fragments of past, once dread
Upon stone and mortar, I rest my head
Hath freedom and shame pierced thy side?
Bezaleel,”Shall the souls of lovers,ever collide?”
Would architectural tears, ocean my solemn wish?
Thus, in light of thine covenant, grant thee a kiss
Categories:
apparels, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
Enough of careless mum,
Enough of unsighted, brutal pun,
Enough of our stomachs full of patience,
Are we not yet done gulping overdosed silence?
We have belched out ignorance,
We have digested even disgrace.
Now our appetite is full... with frustration, with anger.
At least now let's wash our corrupted hands,
Let's tidy up our democratic apparels,
Let's stand straight with broken dignity,
Let's not eat more shame,
Let's fast.
Categories:
apparels, anger, political, satire,
Form:
Light Verse
My wallet,
Made of shining black leather.
I bought it a decade ago,
From a Lacoste shop.
It fitted well in the rear pockets
Of my blue denims.
It was happy,
Stuffed and loaded with notes,
Of different strengths.
It even looked overjoyed when
I tucked in your photograph
in one of its slots with a tiny window.
Whenever I took it out,
It smelt like a bank, and
we, my wallet and I,
Were a pair of happy-go-luckies.
Despite its blindness,
It could perceive, to my amazement,
The shades from the smells:
Of cash in particular, and of
Seasons, apparels, wine,
And earrings in general.
My wallet
Retired with me a year ago, and
The both of us knew,
Happy days would be over soon.
I remember the night,
When I heard it murmuring under the pillow,
With unusual stammering and nudging.
Worried about its restlessness,
I asked,
- what's wrong with you?
After a long silence,
I heard it saying,
- what are these stiff cards for?
- the sharp edges are cutting my belly.
- where are the sweet smelling notes?
- what good is it, for me, to be folded,
- without the invincible greens?
- I'm missing them like never before, and
- my pouch is empty. I'm starved.
I had no answers, and
Sadly remained silent.
My wallet
Is aged and slow now.
Tiny dog-ears are growing out of its corners, and
A foul stench emits from its bruised and
No longer neat leathery folds.
However,
It hasn't lost its sense of aromas, and
Money-wise arithmetical brilliance.
It hates ATMs, and complains
When I slide in a two-grand note into its fold,
- what are you feeding me with?
- you think I'm a tramp, huh!
- what is this scrap of cheap paper for?
- and two-grand in one ordinary print!
- For heaven's sake,
- how am i going to say 'keep the change',
- after i buy you a twenty bucks cup of latte?
- it isn't my kind of accompaniment,
- begone with it, goddammit!
This is money now - I replied helplessly.
And my wallet never speaks to me again.
Categories:
apparels, anniversary, anti bullying, april,
Form:
ABC
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Lovely dreams; purple caribous and pink giraffes amid marvels placebo cycles....
Twineful fertile world always trying to inject its truisms twinkling
Twenty milligrams of cloaked melancholy; and misery loves company?!
As gazing into the storefront window at the merry made mannequins
Wearing their mystical montage apparels; with bipolar pixies pointing
Unto the animated star of recollection, during this narcissistics season....
Manna, while as lavender chimpanzees and yellow sagebrush kangaroos
Gather with the pink giraffes and purple caribous, afore this storefront windows
Relected fiascos injecting, twenty milligrams of placebo into melancholies
Mannequins, always trying to steal away the innocence in truisms dreams!?
Twinkling within their marvels cycle of narcissistics, misery loves companies....
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....“Animated Montage Manna” ~
Categories:
apparels, hope, life, love,
Form:
In the part tonight
all the eminent guests arrived
with their best apparels on,
full of illimitable mirth.
The assembly hall danced
with the fragrances of the deodorant;
cheer lightening their faces,
smiles lessening their age
and every new entrant
being treated warmly with a glass of beer.
The ladies,
burdened by the sparkling ornaments,
smiled with serene indifference.
Creams moistened their dry face,
powder cloaked their bleakness,
lipsticks glossed over their lips
and I watched them all with flaunting dependence.
Before the party could enliven,
there arrived a weird guest
with rugged palid face,
his clothes torn
through which his emaciated body peeped,
depicting his uncommon penury.
Barefooted he was
with his soul on fire
but how admirable his green eyes were!
Every black eye scanned his features
and followed me,
scoffing at me,
demanding the exegesis
......those untrained eyes!!
I discovered discoloring faces,
suffusing sullness,
questioning wrinkles....
Impertinent remarks echoed
and crannies appeared on the walls.
He said placidly,
"Sirs, even I've got the invitation card!"
And I saw
all the candles decorated on the banquet-table
pinching out one-by-one
except one
which burnt-
in profoundity of the darkness.
And then I realised
I had no explanation.
And I was proud of my house,
my house in the west
with its facade facing east.
Categories:
apparels, angst, imagination, introspection, life,
Form:
Narrative
Bloated belly, swollen cheeks,
and a sunken stiff neck on robust torso.
Yet well fitted in flowing apparels;
falling and being raised frequently
from side to side.
Obscene opulence is your delight,
your prestige and your pride;
amassed unlawfully by the pen,
ever wet for your deception
and thievery.
The flight of your spoils of office
enlarge the shopping Malls and treasure houses
of the Occident,
leaving your covetous people
deprived of earning power.
To arms they take at boredom's peak,
whilst your virgins and maidens go a-whoring.
Still, you in your sinister acts of re-election,
widen their capacity for Evil, just to have
your sit-tight bid guaranteed you.
Categories:
apparels, humor, satire,
Form:
Free verse
When summer is gone, its heart may grieve.
The endless breadth of the leaden blue sky
and daylight golden sunny rays weave
fall days become shorter and unsettled.
Temperature's cool sweet breath at play
for a playground of dreams and ebullient smiles.
No longer cute summer wear,
but the warmer apparels embrace.
Nights longer echoes sounds of star lights.
The days slowly progress to winter earth canvas
and shone through abandoned labyrinth patches.
Flowers slowly feather out and die,
while drawn trees undress and crisp foliage echo
footstep of earthy brilliant warm hue colors;
a pinwheel of yellow, orange, red, and brown
start to claim and dominate the scene;
a poet's inspiration.
7/18/2024
Categories:
apparels, color, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
Opulence can't acquire it,
Not even a fragment of its entirety,
A priceless gem,
The sun's light doesn’t aid its radiance.
Unplugging from it,
Makes the soul a junkyard,
Like playing with the wrong card,
The mess can’t be excused.
Its light filters through,
Its bearer sees the hidden path,
Twilight becomes a book,
The eyes are not scared to look.
It’s a silver lining that comes with age,
It apparels the sage,
It’s a priceless gift,
Wisdom paddles the soul away from rift.
May 12, 2023.
Pick-A-Title, Vol 36 - Poetry Contest,
Edward Ibe.
Categories:
apparels, inspirational, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
I guess you know of a bit of biblical stuff
About the early morning of some Monday,
When John and Peter found it tough
Outrunning each other to the Christ's tomb.
John outran Peter but upon victory
He could only muster a timid peep;
But Peter coming later new better glory:
He got into it and surveyed the empty linen.
Coming perhaps a distant third was Mary Magdalene,
Who not only meticulousy went in
But did a tearful adoration of the risen Lord,
And was given the honor of beholding the angels
Besides the empty heap of apparels,
And ultimately the glorified Lord!
Folks this serves to show a crucial point:
The race is not for the swift and agile,
But the patient and steadfast that God loves to anoint
For His chores that are delicate and fragile.
Categories:
apparels, philosophy
Form:
Ballad