Best Centrepiece Poems
And from the tree of knowledge, a serpent slid into view
He’d seen it all before, our future he already knew
Moses on some mountain, taking down the tablets god drew
Jesus climbing Calvary, being mocked by fellow Jews
Later history repeats, Galileo scanned the sky
Finds Earth isn’t the centrepiece, gets nailed for asking why
Then Newton made his calculations, watching apples fly
The serpent began nodding, he once gave apples a try
But the overall picture changed, when Einstein measured light
Bending it around stars, real answers warped into sight
His space predictions tied loose ends, causing a major fight
Others found black holes in the theories, they seemed none too bright
Wheelchair bound Hawking figured, but words wouldn’t roll his way
The serpent still hissing, refused to give the game away
Dawkins said god’s a delusion, so there’s no need to pray
Guth papered over cracks, his inflation holds out today
But who is this strange serpent, slithering about the tree
A messenger from our future, or some demigod ET
Charm from my imagination, man’s plain misogyny
Well if you look hard enough earthlings, you may see it’s we!
So there you have my story, blueprints are sketchy indeed
Just like I left out Darwin, because of half truths he freed
What about god, what about god David, who plants our seed
Well like most people, I’ll go searching in my hour of need
By
David Kavanagh
Zone A is a flightless bee turning a corner on a wheel. A glowing wheel. Wow such atomic prowess of stripes. But entering under the ocean and travelling at speed is a submerged undetected mobile monster whose instruction is to annihilate an entire side of a country. Wave not at this. The sea life is very confused at the disturbance in the waters. It is not the fault of a fault line. It is merely the beginning of an eradication. This is no underwater pretty specie. It is a journeying destroyer. All trees know. They feel the vibrational frequency through their wise roots. No signal boxes in an underwater roadway. Preplanned movement of murmurs. Akin to an epic blockbuster multiplied by several million. Safety safer still stating staying survives? And a dish of frozen ice cream is never eaten in a grey shrapnel cloud. Take a very large multicoloured multifunctional tent into the centrepiece of a land mass. Reaching residences. No ha no x nothing. Perhaps later. Maybe not. Message mingling minding mince. And a dove flying at over 80000099 feet above sea level. Not good. Not wow. Deviant not a design. Pickled worm. And a fat portly man with a pumpkin face. Darkness's of fortresses with smoked food. And an oceanographic soup boiling. Sap sale spit. And a dog in a stripey square hat laughing. No telephone wire in an earthly clump then. Ornithological 57*90*1
Patriotism is in the air,
And sentiments high,
Cataclysm is over,
Liberation heaves a sigh!
Insufferable inequality,
Now is ineffable ecstasy,
Undeterred determination,
And honourable judiciary !
Providential independence,
Undisputed Unification,
Living to credence,
Spirit of nationalism!
All men created equal, by creator endowed with certain,
Unalienable rights- life, liberty and pursuit of happiness!
** last two lines have been taken from Abraham Lincoln's centrepiece of rhetoric ( in Gettysburg address of 1863) and is a well known statement on human rights
Written on 12/7/14
Contest- patriotism
Sponsor- Isaiah Zerbst
Awarded 3rd place
I gulp a flame of desire
At the sight of your ecclesiastical attire
Being proxy for a pacifier
That elicits a comfort for my quagmire
Your smile, your smile
A sun in a darkened profile
A moon that illuminates the eventide.
Oh lily of the while
You let your movement twist my writing style
And your utterances, parch my bile
Your cheek,
Comely and with a perfect sleek
It brings forth my devotion like to a holy week
My arteries gape and tweak...
When your eyes greet my eyes in streak
And I feel your eyes can unbend an oblique
When you call my name, l inhale peace
Right from the direction of your sheen anatomical masterpiece.
It flows into my centrepiece
And makes me say "how I need this! "
This aura of hightened affection
Induces my heart's rhythm section
My pulse beats to the sequence of your rock n' roll session
Your complexion,
Makes me want to have no objection
To any of your imperfection
But to uphold your perfection
Your entirety is graced
Euphoric and grippingly fun-aced
Your pulchritude is emphatically embraced
And your probity, well showcased
Appeals to my aftertaste
Once have you spoken, twice have I heard
Like you stole the password
Securing my ghost word
From where I will fangle your byword
Please don't make it your watchword
Rather let us build on the foreword
Eager children await sweet treats
And colourful bags that have been filled
As well as pumpkins lined up to greet
Their tricks make the treats increase
All of the kids are thrilled
Eager children await sweet eats
A Jack-o-lantern is the centrepiece
And a black cat has just appeared
Pumpkins flicker along the streets
In scary ghosts, there's no belief
Ghost hunters are thrilled
Reaching out their hands for treats
Singing to the beat
Of cupcakes colour-sprinkled
Pumpkins are chanting along the street
Tonight, there'll be a feast
As Halloweeners' wishes are fulfilled
Eager witches give kids sweet treats
As ghouls and goblins fly to drumbeats!
...dedicated to Billy Collins
We're standing on the Dining Table,
Salt and Pepper by ourselves,
Tablecloth is in the drier,
Dinner Plates still on the shelves.
Later on there'll be a banquet,
fifteen guests, an all black-tie,
candlelight and lots of flowers,
supper time is drawing nigh!
Here she comes, our charming hostess,
preparations underway,
Mr Tablecloth is rescued,
spread and centred, that's the way!
Cutlery and Water Glasses
first to join us for the fun,
Centrepiece and Linen Napkins,
now the Setting's all but done.
But wait! the Dinner Plates are coming,
Side Plates, Finger Bowls and such,
Mr Table must be groaning
at the weight, so very much!
Guests arrive, jim, grace and betty,
jim's wife, joan, and helen bond,
helen's in an awful pickle,
husband left her for a blonde!
Everybody's here and ready
for a night of merriment,
cocktails and some conversation,
Wow! Obama's president!
Dinner's served, We get a workout,
Tableware and good old Me,
Salt, one of the main ingredients
for a tasty ratatouille!
Guests disperse and then there's clean-up,
washing, scrubbing 'til We're done;
Table's empty, We're left standing,
Me and Pepper, all alone.
A large pile of elephant excrement is neither resembling a tortoiseshell coat or a brown handbag but playing dodge ball on a busy motorway could be considered to be akin to a wonky attic vibrating at over 10000 kilowatts a second. Dare to cross a spade with a diamond. And hearts often laugh in a club house city. Ooh wow a calamity clam jumping around. Greatly releasing a board game over an icy rink. Terminate then germinate. Pointless picking puck ups playing poker. How remarkable the dark maroon moving grinning bush. With shades. Trying a terrapin waltz should not ever be attempted in a casserole dish. For beans have eyes and hair and roll roll rolly round and round. Particularly on angled blades of grass. Next in the line is a warbling wheel. Placket of a packet packeted and peckpockpick. Dancing with a mane. Whooshing through atmospheric conditions and pressurized promenades. Always the lark of look. Always the dim of dinner. And now go eat a dim sum bracket wearing a long sleeved pullover whilst chatting to a very pleasant and personable flower. *** floristic fauna frantically feeling fakes *** gun grab geraniums ghostly got grabbed *** underground undergrowth uniquely underwent underwater. *** unification *** ha ha ha centrepiece of soul. ***
Nestled high upon a pillowing cloud
Hidden from prying eyes
Surrounded by fragrantly perfumed blooms
The imagination runs then flies
Balconies envelop the building within
French doors that open out wide
A welcoming feel takes over
Pulling you deep inside
Marble floors that are glossy and shine
Collectable art hangs from each wall
Chandeliers that are a centrepiece
A warm feeling welcomes all
Imagination takes you through a portal
Suddenly you run then fly
Soaring up high to a pillowing cloud
To your castle in the sky
She is the face of perfection
Facet for affection
Divine connection
A woman's desired reflection
The ideal direction
She is the forest, the rain
On the throne she reigns
She is the wind, the sea
As far as the eye can see
The little things remind you of her humanity
A laugh, a yawn,
A smile, a frown,
If it were not for these signs, then she could have fooled me
On the outside, she is the cosmic masterpiece
Her shining eyes are the centrepiece
Her heart is her mouthpiece
Her voice is enigmatic peace
Her radiance does not decrease
On the inside, she is the ideal city
The Platonic utopia
The Aristotelian polity
A constant state of oxyopia
An esoteric serenity
An ineffable identity
And she satisfies both the rational human and animal appetite
A perfect Manichean dualism
A yin-yang balance of energies
The source of all remedies
Therefore, she cannot be mine
For she is a paragon, and that is the sign
That I should know better
Save the best for the best
And let fate treat the rest
We're sitting on the Dining Table,
Salt and Pepper by ourselves,
Tablecloth is in the drier,
Dinner Plates still on the shelves.
Later on there'll be a banquet,
fifteen guests, and all black-tie,
candlelight and lots of flowers,
supper time is drawing nigh!
Here she comes, our charming hostess,
preparations underway,
Mr Tablecloth is rescued,
spread and centred, that's the way!
Cutlery and Water Glasses
first to join us for the fun,
Centrepiece and Linen Napkins,
now the setting's all but done.
But wait! the Dinner Plates are coming,
Side Plates, Finger Bowls and such,
Mr Table must be groaning
at the weight, so very much!
Guests arrive, jim, grace and betty,
jim's wife, joan, and helen bond,
(helen's in an awful pickle,
husband left her for a blonde!)
Now everybody's here and ready
for a night of merriment,
cocktails and some conversation,
(Wow! obama's president!)
Dinner's served, We get a workout,
Tableware and good old Me,
(Salt, one of the main ingredients
for a tasty ratatouille!)
Guests disperse and then there's clean-up,
washing, scrubbing 'til We're done;
Table's empty, We're left sitting,
Me and Pepper, all alone.
Does it matter the situation,
The time, or place of year?
No matter the fierce or fair sky,
The weather heightens my fear;
The constant whisperings of the wind,
The sharp slap of the rain,
Frostbitten lips, too bitter to kiss,
Their conspiring condemns me insane.
Flew from the nest of squawking beaks,
To the solitude of a stranger’s life,
Thought my transformation was complete…
When the black eye glared a knife;
I saw her infectious nature,
I know her to be unjustly cruel
But, her slight jaded judgement
Left rabid insecurities to rule.
Like the ever hungry child
My itch for acceptance grew,
In my faltering smile, I clenched
My sanity, a fast fading view
Of my piece of mind left me, pinned
To my old, festering table of shame,
The grand sacrificial centrepiece,
A personal despair, my name,
Who grasps my failure tight
As an ugly tone, deaf to the touch,
Before I whisper to the haunted night,
I shudder at my apprehensive clutch.
We're sitting on the Dining Table,
Salt and Pepper by ourselves,
Tablecloth is in the drier,
Dinner Plates still on the shelves.
Later on there'll be a banquet,
fifteen guests, and all black-tie,
candlelight and lots of flowers,
supper time is drawing nigh!
Here she comes, our charming hostess,
preparations underway,
Mr Tablecloth is rescued,
spread and centred, that's the way!
Cutlery and Water Glasses
first to join us for the fun,
Centrepiece and Linen Napkins,
now the setting's all but done.
But wait! the Dinner Plates are coming,
Side Plates, Finger Bowls and such,
Mr Table must be groaning
at the weight, so very much!
Guests arrive, jim, grace and betty,
jim's wife, joan, and helen bond,
(helen's in an awful pickle,
husband left her for a blonde!)
Now everybody's here and ready
for a night of merriment,
cocktails and some conversation,
(Wow! obama's president!)
Dinner's served, We get a workout,
Tableware and good old Me,
(Salt, one of the main ingredients
for a tasty ratatouille!)
Guests disperse and then there's clean-up,
washing, scrubbing 'til We're done;
Table's empty, We're left sitting,
Me and Pepper, all alone.
shifts of style
melted &hazy
surround a
centrepiece-
harbinger of
clarity&balance:
an opulent
fantasy
of animated
elements
to the manner
born
CARICATURES
typically
blaze
with light
a centrepiece
shaped
silently
swaddled
oftimes
disquieting
&
intriguing
vivacious&
synthesised
with
much
precise
elements
so remarkably
begins
a portrait
between
the
continuities
of the
shape
to
preserving
evocation
of the mania
of
passing fads
so
unsettling
&
aloof
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
IMPERATIVES
beset
with
real &
fictional &
still
becalmed
with
the traditional
seamlessly
intertwined
the contemporary
remains
a
centrepiece
the spectre
of
today its
intensity
to the fore
&looks beguiling
& still
so
inviting
the
constant
tension between
similarity
&application
before vanishing
in
the chaos
&
unsettling effect
of
constant gestures
&
subtle
crisis
of
naturalistic
beauty
in
mercurial display
its reticence
so roughly
construed
in finery
so oddly bare
impressive
&
resilient
&expressive
but remaining
opaque
&
ambiguous
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand