Best Cipher Poems
I wish I was more of a fool,
Whose only happiness is to make folly my desires;
Nonsense to which I assented my ego,
To err the only decency I fondled.
I wish I was more of a coward,
Whose only dismay is I myself being a hero;
A morsel of gallantry is scattered,
Losing the identity of a knight errant.
I hate it when I become so enthused,
With the thing most of the people hate;
Or perhaps I am just so fond of pretensions,
Candidly spoiling the inceptive of sanity.
I hate it when the heart's debacle is unmasked,
Becoming too mundane to obscure;
Dragging me to the abyss of deception,
Desperately seeking for my lost soul.
What can I be to you? A scoundrel perhaps?
A naught would be much appalling too;
It gives me no option for bliss,
Nor the dire longing for a kiss.
I walk leaving with no trace.
Head held up like a king with no crown;
Wide enough my kingdom it may seem,
My queen I lost, my treasure I wasted.
How can I get up from below,
Deserting the future it may offer;
I can only do a little with what I have,
Constantly waning from what is left inside.
I wish of my own stupidity, bragging it loosely,
Claiming my own ardor in disdain;
The desolation was never in my mind,
Until I lost my fervor, my amity, my love.
LIFELONG LAYABOUT AND CIPHER
What this title means to you,
possible thoughts are getting through.
Lifelong is from birth to death,
surely didn’t cover his every breath.
Then again, possible for a layabout,
on backside’s not a worthy tout.
Proclaimed a “cipher”, he’s not a hero,
from Arabic that digit equals zero.
What’s he done in this deserving?
Be a lazy zero, totally unswerving.
A fond relative once told me,
measuring work, so easy for he.
45yrs’ lifting freight, not a dream.
Conductor 5 more, peaches and crème.
At retirement profoundly he’d say,
“last 5yrs, two crackers a day!”
Using this metaphorically speaking,
apply to havoc of ciphers’ wreaking.
Next time diet changes with flu,
conjure the cipher related to you.
With some satisfaction smugly say,
“ZERO’S’ worth equals crackers a day!”
i'm all for
what do you want
but when the
specials are
more noise
my seat
becomes
more than
avant garde
regardless
of my up
bringing
bringing
me right back
to this page
where i'm
connecting
the dots and
got caught up
where to go next
following freckles
with my tongue a
mong all these
others from
shoulder
to where
they take
me further
don't your
tattoos
point to
some
where
else
wrongfully
convicted man
released
after decades
is still stigmatized
as rapist;
is shunned
publicly
and made
pariah...
even though
society knows
he's an innocent man;
real
perpetrator jailed!
(yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly
Line 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Date written: 01/26/2021
Follow this picture of a cipher
until the paint has set
& dried
They tarred & feathered a
Phoenix rising
and paved the way
for it to rise
They tried to sever golden
wings & many were in
so they could fleece
This only awakened what had
been sleeping
& resurrected the
deceased
May sleeping minds rest in peace
while they decipher
waking dreams
In a world built upon perceptions
things are rarely what
it seems
It's coming apart & loosened seams
expose deception behind
the veil
What's grounded today will
fly tomorrow
as sunken ships emerge
to sail
Their hearts are weighed
on sliding scales
& things can slip
when they are wet
Each act is liquid but all is leveled
so they'll endure what
they beget
There's no regrets while
in the moment
but things are clear
in sights behind
Eyes once covered now see it
clearly
they followed others
leading blind
In life’s long labyrinth, I walk unnamed
a riddle to others, an echo to self;
for how shall they read me
when I am still learning my own language?
I move by the whisper of inward winds,
intuition; my unseen compass,
a quiet oracle breathing
through the chambers of my mind.
Blame them not,
their eyes seek mirrors, not mysteries.
And I? I am mist,
felt, not held.
For when a man is fully known,
he stands naked at the edge of ruin;
understanding becomes a blade,
and closeness; an elegant betrayal.
So I speak in silences,
and act in shadows;
a lone architect of unseen blueprints,
building without applause.
Secrets are seeds:
bury them deep.
For lips are doors,
and doors invite storms.
Even love must earn its light.
Did not Samson
whisper strength into the ears of Delilah;
and wake to find himself
shorn of glory,
a lion turned lamb?
So veil your fire.
Guard the altar of your being.
Cover your food to eat;
eat your food to cover;
let wisdom be both shield and bread.
Be neither sun nor storm to all;
for excess burns,
and absence chills.
Walk your path;
do your best,
for the world is a restless crowd
no single soul can satisfy.
Thus, I remain a quiet enigma,
breathing between knowing and unknowing,
becoming,
yet never fully known.