Best Arrhythmia Poems
There was a time.
There was a time
When your fabled dreams
Seemed honest
A time when
Your open arms
Coated in dented silver and tainted dreams
Understood my Size 12 shoes
When the world seemed to be against you
Yet, still,
Your blunt eloquence welcomed me home
Then, your “rainbow”…
…shat
t
er
ed
Your heartbeat became an arrhythmia of petulant theatrics.
Your topaz coated spit
Released from refilled white-out bottles,
Brushing away quartered moons of an iridescent shame
A copycat of robotic muses
Infringing upon your pedestal,
Turned loud mouth, afflicting broken tongue
The “Stalin” of a messenger’s wit,
You raised your voice to a poignant sky!!!
And, as if Yahweh cured your muted disorders,
EVERYBODY HEARD YOU!!!
Including me
That was your goal…
…excluding me
From incipient edge, I witnessed you,
A turpentine puddle in front of a confessional booth
On a melancholic Thursday morn,
With ripened glares to avoid your hallways
Tangled, dangling pacifiers as your doorbell
...
There will come a time.
There will come a time
When social feeds will deprive your vexing smile
Of validation
Where ignorant heartbeats will awaken
Through lyrical epiphanies
To see your “rainbow”
As a faded, stolen crayon
Where flirtatious dialect from withered accomplice
Licks cubic zirconium’s aftertaste
Forgetting that karma doesn’t tolerate one-night stands
For me, that time is now.
Then, I knew who you were.
Now, I know who you are.
You are not what you say.
A false advertisement in Sunday’s illiterate paper…
…with erased verbatim amongst your mirrored peers
Remembering how you falsified truth’s smile
Dire requests for empathetic warmth of our yesterdays
Yet, my Agnostic coat could never be thick enough
For your saturated, dual face
©Drake J. Eszes
You used to look at me.
You glanced upon my ripened, caramel skin
With palpitated affirmations
Of your smile
Love
Friendship
Inebriated
Your titanium pupils
Illuminating across Merlot filled chalices
Another umbrella drop
Another hungry thrust
Unto solemn choruses
Another choir of sonatas
Filling our bells
Turning the tides
Against full moon deceptions
Yet, the sun rose.
We would lie on park benches’ lap
As I covered my thorns
To avoid your judgments
Drawing your attention to cresting waves
By our lakeside
Yet, the clouds rolled in.
As vehement rainfall
Caused my roots to blossom
My thorns to strengthen
You were poked by my errors.
Another angel cries.
These wingless flaws I shed
Within retinal waterfalls
As I hold onto empty, rickety barrel
For dear tomorrows
Am I
Now
Not good enough for you
Has your pulse’s arrhythmia from yesterday
Become
Stagnant
Will you still take my hand
In whimsical slow dance
Through God’s uncertainty
Because, tomorrow,
I will still be the same.
©Drake J. Eszes
I got arrhythmia
With no biz here
Still got my heart
Who could ask for anything more!
This old heart beat
Got new smart beat
Slow then fast beat
Who could ask for anything more!
My Oxidation
Has a syncopation
No resuscitation
Hangin’ round my door
With a thrum beat
Not a dumb beat
Long as some beat
Who could ask for anything more!
Who could ask for anything more!
I thought I saw you yesterday.
My heart assumed an unfamiliar arrhythmia mode.
True it was a humid and hectic day
and I was wearied out.
So as I sauntered
down the busy main street,
when everyone and his friend
had just finished work.
I though I saw you on the opposite side,
strolling towards our favourite snack bar
down by the riverside.
Alas I could not cross immediately
for traffic was as usual heavy,
and the ill-fated traffic lights
took such a long time to change.
Finally I hurried to the snack bar.
My heart beat faster.
A woman sat at a table,
our favourite table, right by the window side.
Her hair was auburn, curly hair just like yours,
her dress a haunting memory of you.
But I knew it could not be.
She turned her head as if
she was waiting for someone.
Then I was certain it was not you.
So I felt ashamed, truly ashamed.
My eyes brimmed with tears.
I hurried out and took a bus,
arrived just before closing time.
I just had time to stand before the stone
that spelled your name so fine.
Rest in peace my love and remember
I'll love you till the end of time.
27 October 2020
Silent One Contest
Placed 2
Why am I missing you in Wyomissing
In Wyomissing where WiFi waves warp Whitman's words
I'm wiki-wishing scrolling through digitized déjà vu
Mississippi .mp3s Mississauga .gifs Missy Elliott remixes
Mishmash of missed misplaced hyperlinks missing persons
Y-chromosomes yearning in Wyomissing DNA double-helix twisting
Your LOLs a lyric lipslock softly #hissing history rewriting
From Issigeac to Missouri's twisted Twitter feed Insta-stories fleeting
Absence makes the heart grow fonder indeed™ (patent pending).
Persisting thoughts insistent as pop-up ads spam in the place where I lived
Roaming data plans streaming memes gone mad mad libs mad love
Enlisting Siri Alexa cosmic GPS Googling "how to forget ex"
To where your heart might choose to compress decompress or stay perplexed
In Wyomissing I sigh and I sit bit by bit byte by byte
Sky vast as the cloud no storage limit limit does not exist
Committing to journey's jumbled algorithm rhythmic logarithm
To find you love my heart's lost rhythm arrhythmia of the soul
Dismissing doubts like spam keep on insisting
Our love's a flame forever resisting
Extinguishing persisting through trials by fire(wall)
Never desisting crossing all area codes morse codes zip codes
Twisting paths and listless constellations celestial navigation
I'll travel far ignoring Terms & Conditions contractual obligations
Transmitting love my heart's submitting committing omitting
To find you no more words omitting remitting or permitting
So here I am in Wyomissing's embrace interface about-face
Memories of kisses a lingering trace copy-paste ctrl+z can't erase
From Mississippi to Issigeac's charm disarm false alarm
I'll roam the world semantics disarm semantic fields semantic yields
But as I search for truth's revelation information overload
A twist so dark beyond explanation quantum entanglement implodes
In my quest I find a terse text next perplexed hex
From you my love "New phone who dis" Dismissed missed kissed-off list.
In Wyomissing where dreams unravel travel advisory
I learned the truth your heart's new travel Marvel universe multiverse
My heart now shattered can't keep dismissing missing hissing
Y R U ghosting me in Wyomissing Existing in digital abyss sing
Y am I missing U in Wyomissing?
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The doctor's words were very clear
Life here is short and death is near
The diagnosis was but one hurdle
To the hope of life eternal
Shock, dismay, captivate and imprison
Then hope comes in a Savior that's risen
A heart made not of flesh will live vernally
To the hope of life eternal
Hope of glory strengthens one's deepest soul
Far away in a glorious land never grow old
Arrhythmia scares but faith takes hold and circles
To the hope of life eternal
Each day helplessness reachest out to claim
Then upon God's word feast and fears tame
Thoughts race to life here is just a rehearsal
To the hope of life eternal
Sponsor: Cyndi MacMillian
Contest: Helpless, A Kyrielle
Written: Friday, May 02, 2014
The sun in its melancholy phase
dazed swirls, sun dial spinning
Pale moon but a mere shadow
empty ball, psychedelic haze
Into the bleary copse I tread
for a twilight detox of sorts
nerves on end, psyche suspends
light with shadows, a disco portends
Blipping pulses of light filter down
the pin pricks cause vertigo,
as disoriented interloper, stagger
through the bifurcated maze
Bristling limbs tap their snare drums
dissonant rhythms, arrhythmia creeps
swaying arms shroud every move
Damocles' sword swaggers o'er my head
The ground's tangled web straddles
my feet; jagged stumps, fibrous roots,
slippery Lichens harrow each quaking step
the seismic swell rises to my shaken core
An eerie wind serenades my imagination
grainy outlines appear in the distance
wispy figments dance in the shadows
above, silted holograms prance through trees
Picking up the pace, now double time
my lagging adrenaline to prime
shedding my sensory shield
my naked soul conquers the tempest
Regardless of the ever slow and piercing passage of more than two centuries, her sapphire eyes still remain encrusted in my memory, like precious gems on an ancient fallen crown.
Only fractures and scars remain of the come-and-go parades of fabricated love, which served only as the ground to sow the seeds of my own desolation.
Like a hand grasping thorns, is the stigma of knowing the punishment of her absence has not yet ended, and that I again, will not have in this life her guidance, her light and presence.
Images flecked with dust twirl in my mind, to the rhythm of the arrhythmia of my eternally consternated heart.
As if conspiring, time managed to abrogate all its forgiving powers and magical healing, although I admit that the constant remembering of her love, like a refreshing ever flowing brook, has always been the very best of every day in each life, briefly relieving my withered and shattered spirit.
Losing myself in the memory of the thousand details of her Venus like beauty, gives me life, flares up my senses and wafts me through the swirling smoke of hours burnt.
Clinging on passionately and frantically to the memory of the essence of her loving way, I am momentarily able to perceive this empty world, as paradise.
I miss the way her soul breathed, and how every time it gently approached mine, I´d be engulfed by the violet halo of her auric light, taking me to heaven here on earth.
I remember the glory embodied in her poised grin, as she realized how I became bewitched when she described with her mellifluous voice, details of the impossible love she felt for me.
I miss her intriguing yearning for the science of the pneuma, and the amazing knowledge she possessed about the laws that rule the merging of souls. She taught me that love conceived thus, is the only force that governs and transcends the infinite, inheriting the power to enrich life wherever it may be.
I miss her intense urge to make me a better person, despite knowing just how difficult it would be.
An unforgivable mistake from my part, left her without option, forcing her to remove me from the magnificence of her life, leaving me adrift between the jaws of the three mysteries of time, and into the hands of living death.
Poetic neophytes are not necessarily young. I am 65 and have only been writing in abundance since age 62. A door opened and feelings came attached to words that made a painful past real yet beautiful. My heart beat for everything and everyone. Thus, I refer to iambic meter as “the heartbeat of poetry." Iambic pentameter sounds like a heartbeat in that the first beat is softer than the second so you have daDUM/ daDUM/ daDUM/ daDUM/daDUM. Notice there are five daDUMS, five feet or iambs, ten syllables or five pairs like Shakespeare’s Sonnet 29, “When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,” when in = 1 iamb/, disgrace =1 iamb/with for= 1 iamb/, une and = 1 iamb/, men’s eyes=/1 iamb total= 5 iambs, five two syllable metered feet with the stress on the second syllable. This meter of poetry is rhythmic in itself and when done well flows like the music of life. Heartbeats are measured in rhythm, sinus rhythm, Junctional rhythm or unfortunately, as in poetry also, Arrhythmia. When you want to convey a certain kinesthetic experience to the reader, you employ rhythm. Thoughts want to become words that sing and push forth clearly from that first line in your head. Ask yourself how often is great poetry lost for want of a computer, paper and pen to start the opening line that sets the pace of the poem? Above everything, anyone wanting to write must let the feelings flow, dumping their pain or pleasure in print without inhibition, daily paying homage to your craft. Within you is “the heartbeat of poetry.”
The Flame
You are the flame that keeps the heart alive.
Without your warmth our love would not survive.
I know you have a world that’s full of dreams
and yes, we share those same visions it seems.
So, walk with me along the sands of time
and let me breathe a sigh to know you’re mine.
7/18/18
READS LIKE MUSIC - haibun look Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
A.E.S has done it again!
I mean, I've been sitting and thinking
Thoughts so vain, waiting. Waiting
For the bulbs to flicker then "ding"
With bright white light once again.
A few minutes before the TV roared
In the Bernabeu and I watched: no blinking!
Each shot, each trickery of their inking
As with art they had my heart rising then sinking:
Champions League night baby! Nobody bored!
And the lights were white alive
But the whir of electrons slowly seeping
Through laden wires didn't affect my skipping
Ad arrhythmia as victory played the evil Imp in
This story: appearing then dipping into its hive.
Yes! the bright lights were on yet ignored
And like the well with its honey for our drinking
Ignored till without warning or tin bell ringing
Darkness rushed in to seize our wishes and hoping
And my love was gone; leaving my heart all scoured.
(c) Nyonglema
Mass for the instant, coffin for the hour.
Where is the strangeness lost and constancy refuges?
A flight of revelation in vague borders.
Absence, there’s so little of it. It´s masked.
It's hard to find where errors inscribe.
Thermal chambers can penetrate bricks.
When you're in the fridge, heart bark
becomes slow and the arrhythmia plays its melody
Antelope graze the savanna,
Without a care in the world,
For literal lack of imagination.
Languishing in a morning moment,
The herd simply enjoys its munching.
Something else wafts on air,
Some chemosignal delectably taboo.
Sweat beads trickle down his temples.
Savanna creatures pay no heed,
While mysterious molecules send and prime.
Stress triggers a downward spiral,
Hit as if hunted, not the hunter.
Amygdala on overdrive, panting,
Heart pumping to limbic arrhythmia.
Such dark surreal safari is unexpected.
Predator feared is no leopard, no cheetah.
May as well be his reflection in the mirror.
Elusive yet eventual, relentless - inevitable.
Calm now, as I elicit the parasympathetic.
I am a safe sacred space where you have come to rest.
-ARCantu, 05/22/2023
Sobriety but with nothing left
Fantasizing about my death
Ask whats inside my mind
I wish to surrender and unwind
Melt some dope on the foil
Watch it roll spin and boil
Take a deep breath of my lost love
Smoke let it out get lost love
Having dreams of ecstacy
Euphoria please come save me
Keeping hanging on but feel the grip
Telling myself it'd just be one slip
Heart beating out of my chest
Just enough for a little rest
Dehydration and arrhythmia
Come on, it's just a pick-me-up
Am I always doomed for agony
Or is this only something temporary?
Why brother, but why?
Why do you cause me
So much heartache, rigor and pain?
Why the Xenophobia and hate?
Why brother?
When I approach you,
With contrition, you retreat like a stranded snail
When I smile at you
You sneer at me
When I laugh With You
You sneer, jeer at me
Why brother?
When I look in your eyes
I capture; see hate, anger,
Disdain, dread and Xenophobia
When your lips move
I hear you hiss, curse and swear
When I pat you on your shoulder
I see you shrug
Why brother, but why?
When we hug
I feel your arrhythmia, repulse
When you sing
I hear your agony
When you dance, I see your nakedness, helplessness and powerlessness
Why brother, but why?
Solitude provides artistic solace;
Freedom to behave like a rogue,
showcase the beauty of an anomaly;
An addiction to limelight is the anomaly;
Creative endeavors desire solace
yet are inspired by dancing rogue;
Displaying the heart of the rogue
who’s arrhythmia fuels this anomaly
stabilized within quiet solace;
The poetic solace of this rogue anomaly.