Best Arrhythmic Poems
My Plea
This my plea O world
That drags the dream of peace
Through the mud of wickedness
Rise
From the egotistic slime to wash away
Self-centered muck
Loosen
Your profane feet of clay
From self-absorbed quick sand
Break through
The entitled self-interest of the arrhythmic heart
To the steady beat of the heart of all hearts
Release
Sludge filled veins of self-importance
To freely flow with innocence’s compassion
Lift up
The hands smothered by erupting ashes
Of the shameless vicious with sympathy
Immerse
Self-seeking vanity of the starving soul
Into the Samaritan’s fountain
Transform
The narcissistic selfie flower
With unfettered grace
This my plea for peace, O world
Sing the dream of dreams vision
Pray the prayer of prayers hope
Speak the speech of harmony
Live the life of peace.
3-29-22
Contest: Your Peace Message to the World
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
VERSE I
she brushed across my shoulders
the bedroom light broke
a breasted scimitar—dancing thoracic throat
what I once outran—now presses my lips
she carried no black-wing omen
yet every breath drew near
purple velvet summons
Murdering me with Cashmere.
PRE-CHORUS I
kiss drawn, the walls slant inward
and rouge, the dark-root took shape—
as if her inborne blackwork
could make the night a colourless drape.
CHORUS I
Murdering me with Cashmere
tugging at my countless heartbeats
stripping me down to bare nerve
Murdering me with Cashmere
touch that lifted a ceiling curve
a birthright that denied me standing
VERSE II
the air lost a beat near her
piano shuttered its strings
her keratin ruled its hidden kingdoms
where songs outlived clipped-wings
one quick brush of softness
could tilt the atmosphere—
an unquestionable sovereign reign
Murdering me with Cashmere.
PRE-CHORUS II
marrow-sapped, my bones bleached white
and oooh, my will to power grew thin
her presence pressed antique velour
against my browning-paper skin
a blue-litracution mocked my manly core
CHORUS II
Murdering me with Cashmere
negating my defenses
melting my deep fear
Murdering me—only Cashmere
mist that would not recede
a spell that outlasted me
BRIDGE
she stood there—the verdict given
queen without a crown
her secrets a crashing thunder
hinged to pin me down
and I—
climbed, she was higher
and her hemlock closed in—too near
I fell into her ghast-lit shadow
Murdered soft by Cashmere.
FINAL CHORUS
Murdering me with Cashmere
kindness with a strangler’s grip
a calm that finished the work
Murdering me in Cashmere
queen in vestment of highness—
Lady Caledonia Blue— cyanotic.
OUTRO
she brushed across my shoulders
the world skipped a breath to grieve
softness that occluded on my lungs and stayed
refused to let me leave
her after-mint lodged in my vertebral mind
thorn in every flowing tear—
the night she claimed my arrhythmic heartbeat
Murdering me with Cashmere.
Incoming ...
distress missive call
Hangups on the other side
of the continental divide cellular room
Mushroom sobs of insecurity
click end of volatile transmission
Redialitis sparks an emotional kaboom
Hold the phone ...
busy signal
blocks the aural unnecessary
audio carrying on
Listen to the sick, sad drone
of earworm infection
Party line frienemy chatter —
rumor skullduggery
lip shake the skeleton bones
Wireless ...
discredit babble cry is on the blame install
Wronged directory
sent bye-bye a phantom victimized 911 call
Hangups on the teary-eye side
of the bleary divide
Insecure tremors rattle the room
Situation report bleak ...
relationship on a carrier gloom
Moby D pigeon chirps want the last speak
Mushroom wails
spark splash a cellular kaboom
Hold the phone ...
fade-to-black signal
buries the raised decibel unnecessary
verbal carrying on
Silence transmits an air golden tone;
as needless, exhale worriations
of arrhythmic heart palpitations
get disconnected lung distance long
And the bad karma vibrations
beep off-the-tower power grid gone
Heart Song Separation
“We got separated from us last week and I haven’t found you since.” Poet’s Quote
Too long my heart we beat in arrhythmic clashes
Languishing in sudden cardiac heart arrest
Out of sync creating dark vascular ashes
No phoenix rises from heart disease - never rests.
Too long my song we argue over melodies
Distracted by atonal hallucinations
Dismissing cradle songs of haunting rhapsodies
Elusive harmonies hide in cache creations.
Too long my words we engage in rhythmic stand offs
Glaring at my silent muse - tense verbal showdowns
Impasse of wills – procrastination’s folly doff
Disguised in masks adjectives appear as pronouns.
My aimless soul seeks union with lost heart song words
Remembering your quiet smiles of peace fullness
Your velvet vesper serene these mourning tears blur
As twilight yearns in midnight’s hypnotic stillness.
Too long my heart we beat in arrhythmic clashes
Too long my song we argue over melodies
Too long my words we engage in rhythmic stand offs
My aimless soul seeks union with lost heart song words.
12-11-20
Contest: My Created Form
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
A Create able Style, Flow,
Arrhythmic colors, your soul,
Right to the wire...
A Remarkable Playground, that
Spins my mind into a marry-
go-round frenzy,faster n' faster
as it goes....
Bound to rock it, so irresistible
to strum it, eager to steal it, so
determined to over-turn it,
we are that perfect
PlayDate match.....
Obliged, to senses’ pleasure and to soul’s discontent,
I acknowledged all the appreciations,
I often look at the world around me.
They all appear same – puppets dancing on arrhythmic tunes.
Clones moulded by the system, machines lethargically pretending to sweat for goals.
Permanently busy nodding their way through, unsure of the purpose.
An intense cold war for a better materialistic living.
Fate of tames in the hands of hierarchy, with their laughter being echoed back to them.
And then far away in mountains, amidst a fog of smoke, i inspect myself,
indifferent and very much a part of this inanimate group,
verily afraid of being accustomed to uptown lifestyle.
Agitatedly, as this kindled fire turns into ashes,
I have tried to learn, hoping the dots will connect someday.
Little does my heart know and little does it seem to care!
The midnight clings to dwarfish kings
while robot drones, adorning thrones,
kneel, bowing to the Old...Guard.
Arrhythmic clocks and wooden box
grace FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.
The diplohacks, like melting wax,
have swept along the clueless throng,
some dying for a life...guard.
And Nun, alone, has beached their bones
in FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.
Beyond the streams, a raven screams
at loser fish that swarm and swish;
Nun slowly drains her dreams...jarred.
There are no thanks along the banks
near FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.
While FRiar smiles and prowls the aisles
the hierarch obeys the bark
from maw that oozes pure...lard.
There's much ado throughout the zoo
in FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.
Well, FRiar’s pets are in a sweat;
he calls the tunes near burning dunes
and taps his cloven feet...charred.
They roast in rooms, their future tombs,
in FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.
His myrmidons, they drool and fawn
reciting verse near FRiar’s hearse,
extolling wild the van...guard.
Remote controls abet the trolls
in FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.
With faces straight, in bent debate,
they advertise their empty lies
to every passing re...tard.
Grey zombies groom white flies in bloom
in FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.
continued in Part 2
Reading
Writing
Arrhythmic
Are taught at school
Through methods cruel
Disciplinary tool
But choose ye a new school
Dim the light's
Call and end to time
Of nursery rhymes
Reading times
If you can tear your attention
Away from the television screen
Ages 5 till 16
What you have just seen
Is in no way real
Does that any way diminish
Its appeal???????????????
Pulse is racing
And chest tight
Nerves are shredded
Ice in lungs
Can’t see through tears
Arrhythmic pounding
Time is near
True or not
Ain’t seeming clear
Can’t you help me, in any way?
Keep this stuff from coming back!?!
learn
A B C D E F G
H I J K L M N O P
learn
Q R S
T U V
W X
Y and Z
learn
now I know my ABC's
next time won't you sing with-
STOP
cataclysmic
but all the beats i'm saying is coming out arrhythmic
prismic
light shines a rainbow
but how far could light reach down this rabbit hole
woah
feet ain't so lucky
want to mark this file but i'm not David Duchovny
Rush me
you know you want to sing it
but Tom Sawyer's pride drowned; couldn't bring it
and so we watch
we're taught play dead
there's too much words inside my bed
but when I swallow, you'll come instead
a rush of blood to the head
play it cold
how many more tears have to dry and mold?
do you need me to spread my mouth open?
...which one
SPOKEN
cataracts
there's good vibes but my hands attack
most used; worse equation:
1+1= destructive, invasion
station
but where's the magical adventure?
will I be a champion
or be stuck in a call center
center
center
I need a mentor
but the one in the mirror is too busy looking elsewhere
so now I know my ABC's
learn
so next time come, oh won't you please
learn
cause if you hollar you'll just shed
learn
all of that nonsense in your head...
The Elasticity of Love.
Truth. Lies,
in-between,
teeming mindscapes,
arrhythmic heartscapes,
wildly cacophonous soulscapes,
all the while as truth slips through the cracks,
on time's wrinkled face.
How easy it is to sew the heart up,
extinguishing the embers crackling in a soul,
dousing the fires of yearning when memories bubble up.
How hard to euthanise such fickle whispers,
cremating unburnt passages of loose-leaf verse,
delving deep into a core once pure, and now rotten.
Shunning pleas,
ignoring plaintive cries,
sewing up the cocoon,
I want to rest in dead space,
As I,
slip inside private nightmares,
awakening long dormant fears,
eliciting a flood of tears,
Till I,
find that belonging,
that peace,
solace,
not much, merely a trace,
of belonging,
in a far-off inaccessible place.
Arrhythmic currents flow through trunk
Undulating frothy waves crest bough
Trickling nutrients in warm cavity bunk
Unsatiated leaves wipe sappy brow
Melange of colors sugary tears endow
Nascent blades a new surface do plow
Serenaded silence
Under blushing sun
Swinging hands holding
Flowering love
Fledgling fingers
Jousting to arrhythmic beats
Summer soliloquies
Too shy to fluently speak
Sweet somethings
Whispered in ticklish ears
Swirling sentiments
Searching to endear
Grown-up glances
Alternating until one
Longing lips converging
Under blushing sun
Dreaming disturbed
Heart arrhythmic
Breathing askew
Aimless wanderings
Of the mind
You witch, bewitcher
You've enchanted me
With your assiduous
Assault upon my being
Albeit foolishly
I let you in
With apprehension
Betwixt the passage
Of my cage of ribs
And allowed you
To stroke my heart
But only
For a little while
As it is so tender
So sensitive
So guarded
To the guiles, the
Wily wanderings
Of love.
I marvel
I fear that
The sharpness
Of cupid's
Unseen arrow
Has once more
Breached my
Defences
And i must
Surely
But, slowly
Surrender
To that opium
Called
Love
Her anger blows
frigid, like Arctic wind
Tears of hostile disposition flows
bosom lethal —
Pulmonary liquid nitrogen
Acrimonious breath
expel serrated exclamations
Jagged exhalation
feels like six below death
Such an icy sensation
Formaldehyde intimation,
cadaver cold pulsation
Got a cryogenic nature
that resides
in an unemotional South Pole
Frostbite vocals
has igloo vibrations
Freezer burn temperamental flatline
show glacial striations
Sub-zero body language
Kilimanjaro translate
hypothermia lacerations
Those neon palpitations
has taken nether hold
Arrhythmic separation
breaks at the
jilted Fahrenheit of six below
Pulsating pain, so cadaver cold
09-10-21