Best At Loggerheads Poems
me and my bicycle
are in a ***** relation
at least in the state of running
at high speed it keeps balance
but off balance my life becomes
while I drive at low speed
me and my life
now at loggerheads
at least in the matter of speed
my life runs well like a bicycle
but at the age of forty
I could not afford high speed
upon putting much efforts
I develop back pain.
Twosome at loggerheads.
Tempers flare now and then!
The referee nowhere...
To be found; good heavens!
Tempest in a teapot.
Trouble in paradise;
The state of their union.
Submitted for...
Pleiades T Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Merryman
Syllables checked at www.howmanysyllables.com
Date written: 04/25/2021
Our love is so real,
yet,we can`t be together,
Silly tradition...
Families at loggerheads,
how can love be so painful?
Past haunts the present,
but our love is unshaken,
despite parents row,
We`re ready to break this seal
and remain close til death parts...
CONTEST:"Tanka -Love and Marriage" sponsored by Sandylvy Davis
The Middle Eastern watch
As the Zionist regime tries
To assert its territorial area
Territorial integrity now threatened
They unleash terror on their enemies
Its called the holy land but why now
In the name of all that's sacred and holy
The continuous strife and endless wars
They talk of Abrahamic faiths at loggerheads
Be it though that The Lord is a Man of War
But why is it that us humans can't coexist
Even when our religions preach peace
There are always undertones of war
Call it Jihad or a Holy war.. blood shed
Is still abominable.. when did human life
Cease to have value.. now bombs drop
Then the retaliations are organized daily
Then the entire world watches the fever
Praying the virulent middle Eastern fever
Doesn't spread into the entire region
Praying that 'The end' will not come soon..
Even so the Word asserts come soon Lord
I gently beckon inspiration
for dalliance with mother tongue
English Language, each
singular lettered manifestation
familiar to yours truly symbolized
by panoply, sans twenty six letters,
whereby this patient scrivener
luxuriates, when writer's block
yields sudden gush,
nee burst of creativity
dissolving impenetrable wall
mental log jammed impasse,
discourages literary ambitions
dashed exerted forcefulness
'pon cerebral terra incognita
counterproductive grip locks
figurative drawbridge begetting
utmost frustration allowing egress
and ingress constituting obstructed surge
temporarily disabling free and clear
transmission between damned fount
barricading abundant bajillion ideas
silent at loggerheads clangor and din
analogous between unswerving enemies
prepared to fight till the death,
exhausting mental energy expended
attempting armistice with futile results,
hence quixotic oft repeated
time tested metaphor
i.e. deliberate pressure foisted
upon seat of aging cerebral matter
inadvertently coloring fist sized organ
at least fifty shades of gray,
versus unexpurgated brainstorming
linkedin with unfettered restraint
breeds favorable prodigious ideas
jotted/ typed stream of consciousness fashion
modus operandi favorable to engender
receptive access, asper her excellent see
i.e. entrance untrammeled leeway
with minimal clash of opposing
titanic invisible entities
thus, aye abandon battering ram
to experience positive outcome
giving good n plenti profuse flood
unstoppable geyser spewing
plethora of appealing material
to arrange into cogent synchronicity!
Mates at loggerheads to blow the intensity
a spirited fight from determined hearts quite quarrelsome
there’s always a plan, a track to follow
dying minutes give both sides reasons to fluster
one is exalted, the other temporarily doomed
trounced is the confidence, the most affected victim
the battle was destined the other way de jure
painful is the sight of them licking the candy
losing, definitely comes with no absolute criterion
one volcanic tussle that came agonizingly so close
denting the shape of an already telling testimonial
celebrations of the other, creating a clear septum
in the spirit of sportsmanship, respected is the contest
back to the drawing board the low spirits deliberate
to win gold when the next whistle is blown.
Alone in the dark
Daydreaming about what was once mine
Eternal flames dancing about like a lark
Killing my sorrow in bottles of wine
Up until that night
Nothing – and I mean nothing ever
Left me in such a state of fright
Except for that fateful day last year in November
Arriving at a crossroads
Jungle boots and helmets
At loggerheads with civilians in folds
Shots fired. So many deaths
Including my beloved’s
November is here again, and so is the hurt!
Ideally yours truly prefers
a she/her who never got prosecuted for a felon,
yet who most deaf fin knit lee
possesses sound blinding killer instincts
think miracle worker Anne Sullivan
signifying rendering phenomenal success
with one female named re: amazing Helen
exhibiting discerning admirable qualities
constituting intelligent witty male
despite his/him sports haunch size of a melon.
I gently beckon inspiration
for dalliance with mother tongue
English Language, each
singular lettered manifestation
familiar to yours truly symbolized
by panoply, sans twenty six letters,
whereby this patient wordsmith
luxuriates, when writer's block
yields sudden gush,
nee burst of creativity
dissolving impenetrable wall
mental log jammed impasse,
discourages literary ambitions
dashed exerted forcefulness
'pon cerebral terra incognita
counterproductive grip locks
figurative drawbridge begetting
utmost frustration allowing egress
and ingress constituting obstructed surge
temporarily disabling free and clear
transmission between damned fount
barricading abundant bajillion ideas
silent at loggerheads clangor and din
analogous between unswerving enemies
prepared to fight till the death,
exhausting mental energy expended
attempting armistice with futile results,
hence quixotic oft repeated
time tested metaphor
i.e. deliberate pressure foisted
upon seat of aging cerebral matter
inadvertently coloring fist sized organ
at least fifty shades of gray,
versus unexpurgated brainstorming
linkedin with unfettered restraint
breeds favorable prodigious ideas
jotted/ typed stream of consciousness fashion
modus operandi favorable to engender
receptive access, asper (gas) excellent see
i.e. entrance untrammeled leeway
with minimal clash of opposing
titanic invisible entities
thus, aye abandon battering ram
to experience positive outcome
giving good n plenti profuse flood
unstoppable geyser spewing
plethora of appealing material
to arrange into cogent affinity,
energy, magnanimity and synchronicity!
“All minds and hearts connected with love and light of universal consciousness, in a flicker free continuum ~ what does life on such a planet look like?”
- Unseeking Seeker
Together as One,
One voice and one song,
One goal they pursue,
This heartedly they do,
A mission to accomplish.
None indulge in recrimination,
Turbulent waters abated,
War is not an option,
None is at loggerheads,
Crime does not lurk around.
Equitable distribution of resources,
All stand on equal footing,
Benevolence is at the helm of affairs,
The strong aid the weak,
The mighty prop the weary.
Fabrics interweaved into one colourful piece,
Cultures integrated and tolerated,
Hands in hands they push against the tide,
The table is set for all,
There’s room for everyone besides.
A world we dream of,
Speculative future we envisage,
Tomorrow’s cities beyond our view,
Their internal architecture, classic and ethereal,
Rays of hope permeate the space.
May 29, 2022,
Unity Consciousness Poetry Contest,
Unseeking Seeker.
Magnitude, the depth of sleeping oceans
where bright eyed creatures, unseen by
man, prisoners of prehistory,
denizens of deep emotions,
swim a primeval mystery
unsolved and undefined.
Sometimes they caper crazed and blind,
lashing with trident tongues or
languorously wrapping suckered limbs,
engulfing the nerves, the much maligned
attract of secret wicked things,
the smoke of silt and dread.
And still immortal words are said
to motorise the mouths and eyes of
men and women ruthlessly
at loggerheads on ocean beds,
"I love you" spoken ceaselessly
in the timeless seas of time.
A world of magicians and faeries and elves
Mystical and magical intense and alive
Feverishly I grasp at every wish blowing fast
In my world I can see magic as it runs past
Hues of mist and colours of sunlight
Mirrors of truth and wizards of justice
The subjects addressed by the faerie king himself
The pixies giggle intent in their play as they delve
The gnomes and leprechauns at loggerheads again
I smile as I turn and watch the king order his men
I stand on top of world. I’ve won!
I’m a statue frozen solid -
On tippy-toes I’ve reached the sun.
I took a showering from cloud.
I’m bitten up with frosty snow.
Too late for me to brag out loud.
This sunny sphere won’t help unfreeze.
On Everest, I’m cold of brain,
Too full of pride, to bend my knees.
Could artist rush to see me there,
and would he chisel me like wax,
to find my form - for I am bare.
And would a poet shed some tears
and make believe that I was brave
or struggle with our greatest fears?
Who’d music bring to sing of me?
Are sirens here at top of world
and have they climbed so far from sea?
On tippy-toes I’ve reached the sun.
There, fire and ice at loggerheads.
Deceived of life - it’s death, I won.
8/31/2022
Im in a battle with my future
at guns drawn with my past
Mind and heart at loggerheads
I put my peace in a cast
I put my peace in a cast
Looking for myself
In an ID parade
The victim and the guilty
Sharing a cape
Now, the convict escaped
The convict always escapes
Sat in his prison
Reading memories of bliss
Directing, a second chance
Spending pennies of pride
A barman to the lovers dance
Pouring grapes to the other side
The grass is green, other side
Will do in his eye
A Mojito mint in a Mary
A Martini Olive in the Cosmo
Suspended in liquid Confidence
With lonely water in his veins
Anywhere that he goes
He can go anywhere now
THE TWO UNLIKE-POLE ANALOGY
Analogically, this simplicity of poles might communicates
extensive comparison of things life usually complicate.
Just as the tale of "magno magnets",
Like-poles repulsively repels even off a border
and unlike-poles abnormally attract one another.
The north pole of two magnets are set asunder;
Opposite poles of two magnets attract each other,
but the like-poles are overly at loggerheads,
Similitude to electric charges which postulate same rules:
Like-charges repel, and unlike-charges attract.
This theory sums up the summary of a proven fact.
The irony of life is, two different souls are match-made,
We're bedazzled with such common rarity that doesn't fade.
It's sporadic to have two people with same traits
or cosmic (birthday) twins becoming soul mates.
By taking a leaf out of the analogy of unlike-poles,
attraction is established and so is unlike souls.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhymes
Copyright©January,2023.
Mere gaze to her direction, goosebumps perforates my skin
There's something out of this cosmos in her aura.
Sense and meaningful in me,
at loggerheads trying to define her.
Tap into my senses, the mess is beyond containing,
melting seduction, dripping all over my body.
caught within dungeons of my own heart desires
Her radiating flawless pigment,
complimented by her smile
I'm gasping for breath,
fear I may be palpitating
Ease the volt, In my now state,
I fail to keep up
The strikes are too strong to bear
Woman daughter, be gentle on me
My only crime, is falling in love
Peep closer, see the bruises on my knees,
from kneeling and praying for a better half.
Lil did I know, heaven would delegate a goddess
In a human form
Back on my knees,
Palm to palm,
Sending gratitude to heaven
For not only listening but responding to my prayer.
Today, in my mailbox, a gift wrap was delivered,
Signed xoxo Amahle
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