Best Cacophonies Poems
What is life?
Euphonies, cacophonies and chromosomal anomalies
intertangled destinies and illusive methodologies
Occurring in obscure dimensionless time
Millenniums fertilized to create the sublime
Perceived by ideations so pure it would seem
To exist beyond mind and to all in between.
Lingering as lore to an all distant past
There is no redo, there is no redraft.
The questions, the answers so rightly proclaimed
are composed and transported by thoughts still unnamed.
In limited struggle, the moments unspent
Become the result of a living lament.
In what and wherefore and why and with whom
we unwrap our existence in this paradoxical womb
Can we find meaning, a clear sign that we see
inclusive to all, this existential decree.
From naught made of all and conceived in a star,
we landed on earth, neither near nor afar
For reasons unknown and telegnosis unclear,
These salient projections are all jockeyed by fear
We stand in the way of unknowing surmise
And find the world is still much a surprise.
A quest overwhelming in distressed sanity
For answers not known play havoc to vanity.
To end these remarks with a questionable phrase
all becomes known in 'one of these days.'
SYNOPSIS
From the moment of birth to when we die, life presents us with dilemmas and questions that amuse, titillate and confuse us. As we get older, we realize that what we thought we knew was all pure conjecture. This poem is meant to reflect the myriad of disjointed thoughts that have run through my mind throughout the years. The "why me?" and "what is my purpose in life?" questions usually are met with ambiguity and incoherence.
Many of us are beleaguered with these conceits and although some find solace in religion, for people like me it becomes an existential never ending struggle.
CAK 8-18-2013
Categories:
cacophonies, how i feel, life,
Form:
Rhyme
a resilient soul
hoists his drooping wings
dreary but dreamy
soars far
so high
he keeps on searching for his illusive dreams
regardless of the storm and height of mountains
goes through miles away
in his equanimity
straight with vision of sunrays
on plight are failures
not too bad
tries again
the mighty swords in his heart
so much patience and love help him to survive
in every vicissitude and kinks of his life
oftentimes
we can get the melody of what we want
if we allow the cacophonies to come
Dec. 5, 2012
Form: Suzette Prime
First Place
Contest: Suzette Prime: Prime Numbers and Philosophy
Judged: 12/14/2012
Poet Sponsor: Suzette Crous
Categories:
cacophonies, courage, dream, passion, uplifting,
Form:
Suzette Prime
To the fourth grade quiet kid crying on the playground:
keep crying.
Let the burning blur in your pupils reverberate your vision
envision maculas becoming galaxies of simultaneous starbursts
normalizing irises marbleized in emotional flow
Drift
in whatever you are feeling at this very moment
Drown
out cacophonies of every synonym for “crybaby”
your classmates can regurgitate
Hold on to your emotion regardless of how hard it’s pulled from your grip
The greatest thing you can be is emotional
because breakdown doesn’t equate broken down
doesn’t equal malfunction error glitch in your system
The greatest thing you can be is broken
metal bends beyond repair; skin is resilient
cut wrists will heal; cut wires won’t regenerate
biology is not biomechanical.
It took until nearly twenty-three for me
to learn having heavy emotions
is just in my biology
and I will never let shame be programmed into me
for being that fourth grade quiet kid
crying on the playground
that crybaby
tracking muds from trailing tears in the dirt
I learned
the greatest thing you can be is yourself
when nobody is watching: yourself
as staring gazes and whispers fill space
asking why you’re sobbing so much
It’s because you’re human.
The greatest thing you can be
is human.
Categories:
cacophonies, allegory, appreciation, imagery, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Noise in her Mind
I know her so well she came long ago to visit my being
we share beauty and bedlam boudoir and kindest of spirits
She walks like a cat woman hears like a bat feeds birds
quietly she soothes thunder’s volcano howls with the wolves
Klimt’s Kiss Vermeer’s Girl With Pearl Earring Botticelli’s Venus Degas’s
Dancer In Repose Fedro’s Much Better With Age she
absorbs pastel and paint strokes symphonies on canvas
so many facets big bangs and roaring giggling convulsions
Sometimes Woman Laughing from Goya’s dark paintings
a Broken Column like Kahlo’s when some Munch’s Scream
invades and infests silence deep inside her beautiful scull
Voices shout from profuse directions focus condense and
refract confront tease torment disagree and interfere with
calm serene serenades when a few notes tender chords
and accord vanish into cacophonies misleading the song
I know her so well admire her resilience and how she copes
with the noise the disruption and the ballet of so many
different views pandemonious clangour onslaught of turmoil
as she appears calm on the surface orchestrates quiet composure
How she holds it all together I cannot really fathom with all that
jumbling distance so close and yet so far from my innocent mind
My Venus Of Milo has taught me so much most of it all and over
above that imperfection is a wonderful gift and very complete
Categories:
cacophonies, love,
Form:
Free verse
..............Baby Steps Out..
..........There's a waiting world
.......Doctors nurses eager staff
......A doting father, mother in pain
.....It is said that we chose our birth
....An act of free will, desired destiny
....The paths are all charted by our will
....This birthday I decided to recall..loll
......A memory jog, back to time of birth
.........An unborn peeping into his future
..............The little steps on roads ahead
.................Unfolding destiny milestones
.....................Cherished moments in wait
.....................Some vivid some smudged
.....................Hand drawn on masterprint
..................Paths to travel people to meet
................The resting places n thirst stops
...............Careful leaps on stepping stones
...........The journeys that were yet to unfold
.........All vivid in storehouse before take-off
.....In the sojourn I was told: Precious is birth
...In baby steps or our giant strides a purpose
.The joys or sufferings are like passing screens
There is an axis a polestar guiding & connecting
A constant the unchanging in all that is changing
Distracted get our senses by colors cacophonies
.Not difficult to lose the picture in such a journey
...Precious is birth- holds many a promise....es ....
......like many seeds...finding ground.. ..yes !!
.........pods germinate ..stored... ..loved ..
...............friends near far ...unmet :)
......................thank you.....<3.....
.................................Fam ....frnds
.........................................................for remembering
.............................................................flowing wishes
Categories:
cacophonies, birth, child,
Form:
Concrete
I make this detection
upon introspection
of the woodblock inside me named soul
I'm sightless to beauty
on par with a cootie
or, moreover, an underground mole
I distinguish not burdock
from daisy nor hollyhock
a flower is a flower; just that
in all shades and shapes
their splendor escapes
their fragrance akin to rat
For music I've no ear
from hip-hop to austere
discordant cacophonies at best
hush is harmonic;
uncluttered by sonic
my woodblock is calm and at rest
Plaintive prose
gets right up my nose
and further if wordily verbose;
I don't mean to knock
but it's all poppycock
and frankly it's inclined to perturb us.
I have more to relate
let me share my pet hate
'tis birdsong, a misnomer of speech
birds scream and shriek
they squeal and they squeak
a maddening medley of screech
Categories:
cacophonies, funny, introspectionme,
Form:
Rhyme
Filtering through the empty broken balconies along the rivieras
are the waning cacophonies echoing monotonous songs,
“Merciless they are to us at the breaking of dawn”
Where life once thrived, we arrived in the city called the strip,
an open-air prison, an amphitheater without any spectators
insight, although the world is watching
We trudge onto yet another camp
The sun brings nothing, not anything more than light
that shines upon a smokey sky
I see more of nothingness, space, void, rubble
Everything is foreign and everyone has changed
All are cold, scared, and hungry, we walk aimlessly
In the hands of anyone unknowing if he or she's sane
There is so much fear, I am no longer safe
A new reality has come upon me
To the smell of death should I adapt?
A new day has dawned, morning has broken
Echoes pick up murmurs of others tears long spent
sifting through these ruins where I hide
Unattended unattached, no time for a sigh,
cry, or yawn, I am zombie like
The unrest of the last night has begun again
The recent blood red scenes now past
Yesterday's echoes filter one more reality
Will it be me today?
Categories:
cacophonies, angst, anxiety, children, war,
Form:
Free verse
A skein of Canadian Geese
fly above snow laden treetops;
Wave after wave crossing the sun
impelled by internal instincts.
Their discordant cacophonies
impel eyes on the ground upward:
young children pause their snowball fights;
Adults halt shoveling their sidewalks;
Motorists at intersections
crane their heads through open windows
straining to see their journey south.
Inharmonious honks fade away
Leaving anserine memories
and winter’s crystalline silence.
Categories:
cacophonies, winter,
Form:
Verse
On lazy uneventful afternoons
I sometimes venture into the quiet haven
that is my occupied mind as if a voice
in the wilderness beckoned me there.
It's always my favorite place to go...
on a day in disarray to contemplate
and expunge impurities that swirl inside
my head. I would sit beneath a tree as I trap
myself in the undertow of reverie,
submerging in the depth of serene solitude.
I go woolgathering on certain afternoons
in the meadow of my mind, listening to
the wondrous cacophonies of nature.
How delightful the mellifluous sounds
of chirping birds? The rustling of leaves?
Myriad of memories I long laid to bed
would spring awake as soon as I close my eyes
My thoughts would swing like a pendulum
between the past and the future.
It's amazing how much the mind can hold!
A miscellany of thoughts would continue to rage
as I linger there lost in the arresting scenery,
taking in the invigorating zephyr; how it soothes
my skin! It's the most beautiful escape
from the chaotic here and now
On lazy uneventful afternoons
I oftentimes linger there in meditation,
reluctant to leave such a peaceful oblivion,
but I must. I always do with bright smile
as I open my eyes again to a peaceful world.
Date written: 07/11/2016
Categories:
cacophonies, appreciation, deep, environment, imagery,
Form:
Romanticism
Far away from our little village
In the middle of green paddy field
On the small mound the banyan tree was
Beneath calm and sweet shadow of green leaves
On the lap of this old giant tree
You and I were only there for our twin loving soul
Strangler figs were spreading all around of us
Flock of sparrows and tailor-birds were came to play with figs
Through the chirping and far loving speech of flute
My head was on your lovely lap
You cared my black silky hair by your soft finger
You drew fingers line on my face
Your lips penned best graph on my lips
My nose smelled fragrance of jasmine, tuberose, gardenia from you
And now
In this house you and I are alone
Balcony touches the green leaves of coconut tree
No parrots, no nightingales, no sparrows are around of us
Cacophonies of crows make us tired
My bald head is on your lovely lap
Now your old loving fingers care my white beard
Although no hair of juvenescent
The head and shrunk face still get your love
Kiss comes with tears of old age
As if we live as cast away dove
-October 22, 2018 Chattogram
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written on the sense of my old grandparents
Categories:
cacophonies, love,
Form:
Free verse
confusion, memory, poets, mind, thoughts, man, writing
THOUGHTS UNLIMITED© +
My mind is unlimited I am told
Forever craving a thought to hold
Even has an over active drive-way
For all thoughts shuffled my way
Stream-lined mind-tools are ‘drilled’ to mold a mirror image
Lost memories lead to question one-minded traveler's ‘mental’ range
Headaches set to ‘blow a mind’ far into deep cavern insanity
And all given minds do seek answers to human mortality
My evolving mind has playhouse T.V’s. ‘set’ to multi-power drive
And shows in (all sizes) up to one big screen high-definition ‘live’
Minds sweep with rhythmic pictures at smells, tastes and sightings
Set down into slowed ‘cacophonies’ of thought match-booked writings!
Categories:
cacophonies, confusion, memory, poets,
Form:
Verse
I am the harrowed whore who has your heart beat humming
I've got you all strung up, harassed, helpless, and hopelessly horny
Tied up and tormented, teased, playing between pleasure and pain
Somewhat fearfully fantasizing, anticipating a final crescendo of climax
The same decorum filled dame who amuses with wit, grace and charm
Exposing, expelling anecdotes that amuse and leave theam all in awe
You delight diners with alchemy of exquisite creations of sustenance
Textures, tastes anoint their palates playfully, masquerading art for eating
We retire to Egyptian cotton, black out curtains, lay our backs down bare
Serendipitously slumber starts her séance, you take your side, I take mine
Classic compositions cause chaos as the drilling of the altruistic alarm awakes
AM military efficiency executed, you growl I grin, week wages wins once again
I dominate deliver design brave battle against pin stripes, slick hair, bad suits
Articulate for a sinner disguised as a saint, who side steps St Peter’s Gilded Gates
Once more I am jousting for the judge, for the jaded jury for victory and misplaced justice
Penance prevents prosecutes my vocal chords, glass entombed, I kill a few trees
His senses are avalanched onset by the perfection proportion of fresh farm produce
It cacophonies him for mass requiem silence for this is his religion his food ritual
Sculpting textural layering creating whilst the symphony of pots pans staccato steadily
Perfume permeating teasing tasting the organic opposites that now become brothers
While the day is done, the sun seeks shelter and the stars still share secrets
I look to you, still the same awe inspired rainbow seeking child wasting no regrets
Whilst I evoke cascading emotion, whip up a storm, you simply still me, anchor me
Laugh at my childish tantrums allow me no command nor captain, you stand aside me
Categories:
cacophonies, imagery, love, poems, poetry,
Form:
Light Verse
Trains run alight terminate on time like clockwork
never ending endless procession of precision conductors
the conducted walk down the line warped tracks of
cynically divided isles dead ends of ‘labour making free’
Evil strips uniformed confluence stripes and leather
Coated terrified collection production of space soap
horror lampshades shearing shorn haired tattoos the
undivided divide of power abomination horrid abnormal
‘normality’ represses guilt projected trans-re-and aggression
Evil does other in the guise of completed concentration
Concerted action blisters scorches screams cacophonies
children on father’s lap blue eyed dancing and laughing
kisses of love adoration cuddly dolls miniature life’s train
sets model schema roles toys games memories distraction
Evil giggles corporates shapes what past and future holds
Mothers craft homes happy families embrace posterity apple
pies devotion roast cinnamon cranberry turkeys tarts in ovens
pious allegiance compassion progress contrast splitting off piano
forte harmonious singing rejoicing at mantelpiece and altar
Evil mocks smouldering torches paradise’s apple deprivation
Juvenile followers of fashion compose indoctrinate compost
hail philosophy’s trampled ideology void of virtue meaning
distorted communion bread wine blind vision blind-sight vortex
trailing inscribing engraving present history timeless repetition
Evil tracks moribund humanity dignity degeneration and disgust
Unless we reflect examine investigate inside and around
us the smokescreens stacked ember ashes individual ‘Self’
universal pursuit of righteousness flames of denial denigrating
potential illuminate conscience honesty fallibilities blue prints
for darkness and unless we act and fight stand up and even then
Ubiquitous evil at this very moment will cast its seeds and shadows
will unbalanced fires raise their ugly head and minds and shoulders gas
and bullets terror grenades rockets mines warfare starving emaciation
lest we forget the prototypes the moulds automated conveyor belts evil
we can not abdicate responsibility for blatant murder of the human race
Auschwitz is everywhere and there is no hierarchy of evil
July 1st Independence Day (Canada)
Categories:
cacophonies, evil,
Form:
Free verse
platonic allegiance and virtual dementia
crowd this room as life is washed away
the agony is sweeter than coagulate decay
burning sound and blinding noise
fight the need to scream
or give in and live the dream
bloody towers, faltered steps
to act out a purposed overthrow
capacity for agony is quick to come and go
while branding iron alone brings tears
and moans of pure despair
sit cold and silent on his lips
a deadly, dreadful prayer
in a room of rending, unending night
on a bed of rope and steel
amidst feverish dreams, cacophonies
there is pain still left to feel
the watchful, apathetic eyes
stay vigilant from the start
for agonies with no reprieve
to a barely beating heart
silence not so momentary
when all is said and done
depleted strength to fight the bullet
hiding in his gun
Categories:
cacophonies, angst, loss, love,
Form:
Rhyme
"Poetry” is a most powerful instrument
like a flute that is to be played.
Also, it is a pungent possibility
like a newly created perfume put on.
Yet, free to all, and for all to wear.
This is to be adorned, and is
one of the most of the highest of solemn calls.
Words that are spoken and then engraved,
never to be forgotten or ignored.
It can reshape the world
that is in pieces and so, so torn.
A restorative medicine
to a life that is very, very worn.
An elixir of life and
a healer of lives beset by strife.
A lifter of our inner thoughts
and our buried emotions.
A fire-works of explosions
raising us up to a newer dimension.
A reversal of cacophonies,
man-made devastations.
Words of pretty portraits and musical orchestras
of artistical words:
Seamed stitched and woven and fashionably embroidered.
Also, made into a steely shining sword.
Categories:
cacophonies, people, poems, poetry, poets,
Form:
Free verse