Best Caprices Poems
Bereft..
tingles and sway
deserted
heartstrings bestilled..
I yearn
for the thrill of the dance
and for ravishing trills of arpeggio moments..
widowed..
the capriccio
has died;
lifeless in swoon-less inertia
I pine
for zealous zephyrs to float my cloudless notes
and kiss me aquiver -
to shiver my craving broken chords
in the lusty bluster of his imaginative airs
and the lively magic of his lyrical lovemaking
wistful
without whispers
blue
without wind-songs
chant-less..
I suffer in silence -
awaiting
my escapade
in the windy caprices
of his mind-blowing dalliances..
for neither of us can sing without the other.
Susan Ashley
September 14, 2018
~ Third Place ~
Best Free Verse July 1 - October 1, 2018
John Hamilton
*Capriccio: 1. Music; a lively piece composed freely and without adhering to the rules of any specific musical form. 2. A whim; caprice.*
*Caprice: 1. A sudden, unpredictable change, as of one’s mind or the weather. 2. A sudden, unpredictable change in attitude, behavior, etc; whim. 3. Another word for capriccio.*
Categories:
caprices, feelings, imagery, longing, love
Form:
Free verse
More than anything Nature fascinates me
Men living in close proximity to nature, I love to see
So I ramble into the city’s far outskirts
Watching ordinary people in commonplace pursuits
Imbibing much from the life of the peasantry
Whom none can beat in life’s lessons elementary
How they interact devoid of all cold formality
And remain free from all artificiality
I inhale the fragrance of the wayside blooms
Watch kingfishers and parakeets in colorful plumes
My eyes never miss Nature’s minute caprices
And I rejoice in home bound birds’ sonatas
I watch the daylight paving way for the night
And the sun willfully surrendering his might
I listen to the invisible choir, singing in the dark
That breaks the sacred silence of the dusk
How these common scenes fill me with delight
Nevertheless making me sorry for the unhappy plight
Of those unable to enjoy any ordinary scene
And turn their backs to pleasurable sights umpteen
Blessed are those who have eyes to see and feel
And remain happy being close to Nature’s heel
Whose ears are attuned to the beats of the average
And who need no other intoxicating beverage
Those who get a kick out of the commonplace
And seek everyday banal sensations to embrace
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May.21.2022
Fascination and Awe Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Jeff Kyser
Categories:
caprices, beauty, environment, happiness, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
C’est derrière moi
j’aurais pu
être plus gentille
possiblement
j’aurais pu
réagir avec plus de délicatesse
j’aurais pu
possiblement
fléchir à tes caprices
être plus sympathique
j’aurais pu
j’aurais dû
peut-être
mais quelle espèce d’ami as-tu été
quand tu t’amusais à tordre tout
tu interprétais tout croche
mes mots mes regards mes opinions
aucune chance de m’expliquer
bien au contraire si froid
tout noir ou blanc sans compromis
le dialogue inexistant
la porte fermée à toute discussion
juge et jury
grossier et vulgaire
tout simplement
sec et superficiel
rigide et arrogant
rien de moins qu’un abruti
vraiment
j’ai de moins en moins de temps
pour les gens artificiels
Translated from my poem BURNT BRIDGES
Posted on May 14, 2021
Categories:
caprices, betrayal, friendship, people,
Form:
Free verse
perfect cone, hides its beauty from whims, caprices of humanity.
Categories:
caprices, beauty, nature,
Form:
Monoku
You desperately need your own share of life's riches
to assuage your behind and whatever else itches.
Be prepared for the price for you surely will pay.
Be quite certain you want it. You might get it today.
You long for the face and sheer physique of the gods,
without steroids or surgeons to defy all the odds.
Never mind any buts. To these caprices you pray.
Be quite certain you want it. You might get it today.
You're stood up, rejected by a few haughty CENSORED.
You yearn for revenge on these fey feline witches.
You might mull it over. Just put it off and delay.
Be quite certain you want it. You might get it today.
You still dream of a mansion and a Playmate in sable.
A feast served on silver on a polished pine table.
Be aware what you're asking for it won't go away.
Be quite certain you want it. You might get it today.
Based on the common version of the saying by Oscar Wilde:
" BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR, BECAUSE YOU JUST MIGHT GET IT."
Categories:
caprices, allegory, parody, philosophy
Form:
Quatrain
Hair Fixed
Dressed Up
Heels - Wedges
Nail Tech
Long and keen
Now, I am hitting the streets.
Driving in a new vehicle
Cadillac is me.
American made American breed
Booty-delicious on the scene.
A smile on my face
Laughter heard
This is because I stopped the world.
Conversation
Exchanging of words
Standing tall
Feeling myself
A woman’s world
Yet, loving man’s intervention.
Altercations will manifest.
Just an implant to the intelligence
An argument that informs the intellect.
What an influence I have!
Empowerment for the inner essence
Is never ignored yet a mind-set.
A picture I have formed.
An image of being forever young.
Energy caprices.
Wiles and whims unfatigued.
A path defined by
Mich - Me…
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Written March 26, 2016!
Categories:
caprices, beautiful, beauty, character, hello,
Form:
Rhyme
An imaginative world is what your storytelling formed.
I was just three years old when you begin my learning.
Innateness developed and a destiny manifested;
although mom, you stated you were not highly intelligent.
Oh, your whims and your ahs excited a child.
Carrie you put the sparkles in her eyes.
Growing older, we moved from Briesch Street.
You and your six siblings established in New Edition.
You would ask me for my guidance.
You informed me of the world outside.
Ah, you were the best and your children were possessive.
Carrie your caprices and your outcomes guided, thus far, successively.
As a single mother, you were more than that.
You were father, brother, and sister to all of us.
Your oldest son and daughter demised prior to you.
You have went home also.
See, you are eternity and rapture to come.
Ms. Carrie Mae Sexton, may your will be done.
“Be assured that just as an hour is only part of a day so life on Earth is only part of eternity.” C.L. Allen
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Categories:
caprices, angel, beautiful, best friend,
Form:
Verse
You were born in a war ravaged state
You lost your man to the caprices of fate
You fell prey to your wayward ways
Victims of betrayal, greed or circumstances
You were drowned in the tide of darkness
Depraved incidents of forced sex and perversions
Rooted in carnal desires and unsated frustrations
The fleshpots in town frowned upon as receptacles of sin
Wisdom of society’s views wearing very thin
Thwarting those in heat from living out their dream
Objects of titillation and subjected to derision
Unfortunately placed or forced in a profession
Reckoned as the world’s oldest
Harlots you are, courtesans at best
Buffers to man’s baser side without respite or rest
Mistress to royalty or a gangster’s moll
You’ve mastered the act of a defenceless doll
Apparently enjoying the bizarre and the extraordinary
But behind this masquerade is the quintessential mercenary
Pandering only to the philandering of the paying strata of humanity
You frequent raunchy night-clubs and sleazy bars
Walk the streets and lurk around dark corners
You are often just a number in the telephone directory
Or recommended for unusual skills, honed to a speciality
But you seldom blackmail, reflecting your innate nobility
Possibly you booze to drown your pain
And get your high on heroin and cocaine
You are accused of ruining marital ties
And of driving your lovers to a life of vice
Who squander fortunes, just affording your price
Hail lady of the night
Only death can release you from your sordid plight
You are the paramour without the strings of a wife
You are the reprieve from loneliness and strife
But alas, you suffer damnation in your earthly life
Categories:
caprices, social, sympathy, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
Far away in the West,
Far far away from my cuddles and caresses,
Lives my son,
Where rapid is the rise of the sun, where the sun is remiss to rest.
Where he is surmounting over all tides and tempest, searing snares and savoring success.
Where the winds herald his coming, where friends and foes at his behest.
Far away in the West,
Far far away from my cadences and caprices,
Lives my son,
In the land of dazzle, land of dare,
Land of fortune, land of absolute air,
Land of inventions, land of brewing beer.
Far away in the West,
Far far away from my dirge and distress,
Lives my son,
His dreams- a swift sturdy stallion,
Now smother him and saddle him towards shallow success.
The land where he once spent debonair doting days with me, is now a bygone ghostly galleon.
Far away in the West,
Far far away from my tears and trinkets,
My son , let me live in your heart’s undefiled chamber and let me glide in your soul’s virgin glade.
Saptarshi Mukherjee
Categories:
caprices, mother son,
Form:
Alliteration
REQUIEM FOR LOVE
Let the flood of my tears drown this day
And soar my spirit to the base of tartarus…!
O Cupid…come Pothos and Himeros
Where are thy powers to hold still?
Are thou wearied by human caprices,
Of whose hands fate lies then?
Elusive Aphrodite, of all thy allures
Thou perish in fantasies of beauty.
O fair rose, my heart is pierced,
Beneath thy bed is frame of thorns.
Gather ye four winds in monotonous drone
And let thee pines chime a dirge
O love...love…love…my love…my joy…
Has now lain a wreath upon my heart!
Years of love intrigues, of dreams, sacrifice,
Pain, trust, consolation and determination…
Is sold out a day to another who knows not,
For a piece of coin and a parcel of fancy.
Lento… lento the knell for a broken heart…
Love is clothed a shadow, beauty a mask!
Cry… for what is broken so shall remain
Never to be wiped, never to be patched!
Categories:
caprices, break up, depression, emotions,
Form:
Elegy
I grew up proud to be grandma’s favorite.
Some little rules were broken, I must admit.
These were all but childhood caprices.
At youth, my ego was broken to pieces.
When flatly was I refused love marriage.
Settled was I to be with one double my age.
No place was there for protest or discussion.
A puppet was I dancing in a procession.
My lover desperate, gave me his last word.
A step by me has to be taken, all I heard,
To wipe all the drama, if I wish, like a broom.
Faced boldly then did I, my to be groom.
In one deep breath I poured my heart out.
His face paled, looking almost knocked out.
I stood firm and mutinous, ready to retaliate.
With a force in me none could annihilate.
In dignity, my engagement came to end.
Lost prestige and shattered ego, hard to mend.
Slyly, Grandma put a word looking for time right.
There was only one way to escape this plight.
I was called before all to express my wish.
Cost me a lot to convince I was not selfish.
A simple wedding I was allowed, in a fortnight.
But happiness was mine on my wedding night.
27/07/16
Contest: The rule was begging to be broken
(A fortnight - 2 weeks time)
Win 2nd place
Categories:
caprices, change, conflict, courage, love,
Form:
Rhyme
London, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem : Londres
…a serious and well-behaved Englishman, well-attired, handsome clothes (Victor Hugo)
(In this poem, I didn’t feel adhering strictly to the rhyme scheme would have served a higher purpose. T. Wignesan)
One summer Sunday when everything’s bathed in sunshine
London turns into a real feast for délicate souls tuned in :
Trees strong and rotund from frail lawns sprouting
Tender green, an air far from mists and gases grows fine.
So much so they appear to be planted in pastoral country
Limpid sunshine feathery in the fine sky, though blue-ish
Hardly. One feels as if in a bath where wafts
The perfume of a lingering infusion of tea.
Ten-thirty, the hour of interminable services
Divine. Thousands of melodious bells toll through the air
Sonorous and volatile as though seized by strange caprices,
The psalms of David come snorting through clear fog.
Such silvery tintinnabulation that one hears not in France,
The country of intensely tolling bells of bitter bronze
Strike up a concert that’s most sweet, instilling of hope and joyous
Though perhaps a little too sweet, one must there fear Hell.
Tolling bells again greet the afternoon. Men in queues
Well-dressed women and children glide rather
Than walk, hold to their silence in a selfish manner
With their voices reserved instead for exclaiming amen.
All this people look pleased in their stiffening posture
Clasping, even if mistakenly, to their profession of faith
And their Protestantism being alike rough and spineless
Makes some look even set right above the reach of the law.
Hopes of the true christian, Peter’s ever-widening fish-pond,
Fish ready for the Fisher who may count on catching them ;
Holy-Ghost, God Almighty, let pour Thy light on them
So that Jesus’ worth they might at last come to understand.
Six o’clock. The drinkers find their way to the refreshment room,
The family its «home » and the street’s abandoned to God :
And in the dirty-looking sky a few stars look quite lonesome
Foreshadowing rain over homeless beggars out in the cold.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
caprices, culture, places,
Form:
Quatrain
Between two hearts
Mental telepathy is potent
Each heart or both are patient
Each one correspond
Each one is neither impulsive
They meet, agree, and play together
Regardless no matter how distant
Both hearts are intuitive
Mutual regard to each other is important
Whims and caprices are incoherent
Complete trust are always inherent
And their love, urges and wants
Are tolerant and unhesitant.
Categories:
caprices, love,
Form:
Free verse
Be careful
I said carefully come nearer
Be careful
I said carefully take my sword
Be careful
I said carefully read my lip
Be careful
I said carefully draw my sword
Be careful
I said carefully pierce my body apart from my soul
Be careful
I said carefully send me there now...
Why do you withhold?
Be careful
Have your sword, shield it
And have your seat
Politics has not completely darken my heart
I still sense the part I belong
I know I aren't born this way
I know I aren't call to this way
I know God don't support my way-
Bloodshed day and night
All in the name of satisfying
Whims and caprices of the few
The world led with the words of the opportunist
And built by struggles and sacrifices of the full
Since you are now born again
Be careful
I said carefully come nearer
Be careful
I said carefully take my sword
Be careful
I said carefully read my lip
Be careful
I said carefully draw my sword
Be careful
I said carefully pierce my body apart from my soul
Be careful
I said carefully send me there now
Why do you withhold?
Be careful
Have your sword, shield it
And have your seat
Politics has not completely darken my heart
I still sense the part I belong
I know I aren't born this way
I know I aren't call to this way
I know God don't support my way-
Bloodshed day and night
All in the name of satisfying
Whims and caprices of the few
The world led with the words of the opportunist
And built by struggles and sacrifices of the full
Since you are now born again
Be careful
And carefully convey my message to those privilege few
Be careful
And don't change my words
Be careful
And listen carefully
Be careful
And tell them I said...
Peace be upon thou
That values this singular word in action
Who give room for this course to thrive
And carry the day
Peace be upon those
That gives it a chance
The Word in question is PEACE
Peace and Unity is what I preach
Carefully
Convey my message to one and all.
Categories:
caprices, caregiving, character, friendship, love,
Form:
Free verse
I must confess
I love to watch myself dance in the mirror
The curves melt into the shadows
In the mood Talib Kweli’s Eardrum piercing
Glen Miller big band trumpets,
Bangles jingling against my satin smooth velvet
Golden skin That I love
Sultry saxophone stipulations
Coltrane caprices and
Sinatra seduction
Billy Holiday, hip-hop Beyonce
Beating against the beautiful bittersweet cold of pulse
Outside my window
I love how my walk steams success in every step
Sundays seem so upset, when I stir up the afternoon
My ambition resonates
With a swim deep into his eyes
and I build up buttercups
Temptations, A touch of spice, and a hint of desire at the wrist
I love it
When I catch my laughter bubbling in my throat
And throw it to the wind to let any lucky fellow
Hear it and engrave itself into his heart
Stardust in my eyes and
My very own blockbuster smile on my lips
I love how the sunshine seems to follow me
Enveloping the sing sweet sorrow story of my life
Sealing it away but letting the confectionary agony remind me
Of my most darkest days
Rainy days fade away when
I love . Myself .
Categories:
caprices, philosophy, uplifting, love,
Form:
Free verse