Best Ciphers Poems
I am full
Of emptiness
I long for longing
Crave contentment
The insensate pain
Of intangible touch
Indecipherable ciphers
Choreographed madness
Craggy comfort
Of blunt condolence
The decorum of anarchy
Deserted crowds, social solitude
Miles given to intercept steps
At the dawn of abundance
I see only
bones of ghosts
Whose meager admonishment
I forgot to unlearn
Unredeemed
And unrepentant
I am in love
With loneliness.
9/20/19
Categories:
ciphers, depression, loneliness, longing, lost,
Form:
Free verse
Over x steps we will plot
after y steps up to site.
This is the way we create a body.
This is the beginning and this is end.
One spot along outer curve after spot.
Over time we create form.
After time we create line.
This is learned by measured formula.
This is practiced by sending number sets.
One set pairs after another set more.
Over experience cone,
over our learning of bell,
this formula drives known ideal form.
This complexity makes simplified art.
One art connected to others in web.
Over our creation art,
over web to all connects,
this numeric nature brought to new life.
This mental game in time represents us.
One ciphers. One plots. One imagines.
Timeless steps time and again.
Animates our life and time.
10/13/2018
Sponsored by : Emile Pinet
Categories:
ciphers, art, computer, creation, metaphor,
Form:
Verse
I didn’t give enough gifts
I’ve said
Never meaning this one
Just those that showed small insight
And let you know my heart
Useful things, things of beauty plus words of truth and impact
Emotion manifested in acts
Simple gifts
Tell me what you want
I directed
Be clear, don’t talk in ciphers
I will do as you ask
True, I actually thought, until
Its full meaning came clear and focused leaving me
Standing far, mostly silenced, in the dark
By request
To give freedom and space
I’m learning
Is beyond merely hard
My soul unloads its pain, my heart wails no
My brain screams fight, and I fail as
Your heart finds gifts similar to those here for you
Which now have nowhere to go and fill
Empty space
Categories:
ciphers, change, desire, i miss
Form:
Free verse
ciphers of the unknown * A MIRO EKPHRASIS
red dots,
a frog
blue
coins
a violet fish
in the deep blue
rain falls
breathes
in black
& love with rainbows
spiral down
to caress
blue velvet
where
yellow butterflies
reside
& poppies grow
&a red carnation
bursts
then smiles
at the crescent
moon
a drop of dew
upon the shadow
of a spiders web
brush
the firmament
Categories:
ciphers, art,
Form:
Ekphrasis
The invisible war, cataclysmic bombardments of frequencies,
digital layers, decrypted upon logical analysis with ease.
The spectrum of light, manipulated by the thoughts of man,
equations designed to deliver calculated back up plans.
Through the silence of high speed bandwidths and fiber optical illusions,
your choice to connect is the assumption of your conclusions.
Underground cables, run deep under the sea floor,
transferring ones and zeros faster than anyone has told you before.
Take a piece here and take a piece there, add up the analysis,
invisible implementations can cause visible paralysis.
Encrypted ciphers, kept under lock and key,
don’t look at them as they are, but as they could be.
Sixty-four, one twenty eight, two fifty six, and one thousand twenty four,
we can only learn what they tell us after the cyber war.
Life will go on, the digital Gods will need it,
that is exactly how it goes, the cyber war secret.
Categories:
ciphers, computer, social, spoken word,
Form:
Rhyme
The breaking,
the shaking;apace
my king's fall is rise
my land is anon taken.
The antic,
the discholeric;as
albion her age;as
arras on her skin.
The abstract,
the seas;our compact
heartless disease;
let's decoct,
let's not calm
The beaver,
the savior's hand,
she will for aye crave
for her not a bedlam;
she is sane.
The cautel,
the hidden truth;
Cadent ties;fret
channels in her cheeks
frail less chuff.
The voidness,
the lifeless mess;cloy
there wines of death;
there ciphers;there empty,
shut their tomb.
The wall of wails;
the jews.
the rock that never fails
the doors.
The breaking
the making;apace
enough;her surfeit
her swain eternal
remnant of no transgress.
The maker,
her end;Yeshua,
truimph of her;
light in the cautel,
my messiah;so i break.
Categories:
ciphers, dedication, jesus,
Form:
Ode
Tight Spaces
I wriggle through the tight spaces,
moving between these fussy wise cracks,
all in forward motion, my forward goal,
moving towards a light beyond, way up ahead.
A dimming glow, like a watery eye,
lubricating and easing my movement,
creates a viable, mercuriai, rhythmic pulse,
inching ahead, around and about and through.
Oh, these god-awful restricting spaces,
these furious fissures, these viral veins of transit,
all full of twist and turn, all jumbled up, all cramping.
The odor in this tepid din is one of aged musty moldy funk,
my twitching eyes, my heavy breath, my chest expanding,
breathing, through the yogic cure of stretch and release, I release.
Oh the pain in renewal, the ambition, it’s longing sighs alight,
clear through into my head, invading my core to my out stretched toes,
the wriggling motions do transmit waves of sensuous ciphers,
my straightened back charging to the crowning crown.
The light, oh, that dim light,
that hollow orb, the rays of dust backlit and starlike,
heavenly cloud of ash and shadow beckon;
floating as a holiday parade in slow motion
as if marching bands were moving asymmetrically,
seemingly chaotic, at random, cacophonous, atonal, obliterated,
a system of god-like symmetry in flux and flexing,
a multiverse of star clusters, clustering,
fanning-out into oblivion and its surrounding vicinities,
neighborhoods of gaseous clouds chatting,
straddling the outskirts, the farthest margins away;
of hemispheres and their continents, of space and its off-spring,
orbiting, careening, bounding, all which way, any way,
together, family like in its seeming disfunctions, outward.
There’s an itch at my back, unreachable easily, irritating, annoying,
I’m going to let it be, it’s too much work to assuage,
forward motion, my forward goal, moving inexorably,
the light ahead awaits in patience, just beyond the next obstacle.
Categories:
ciphers, allegory, change, courage, endurance,
Form:
Free verse
A blurry line divides the road,
You want to cross, but you don't;
Skeptical of what lies ahead,
A wonderland or a dead end.
You wish to fly with your wings new-found,
Weights of dilemma pull you down;
You need to choose but you cannot decide,
You're lost amidst what-if, if only, and might.
Go ahead and dive into the sea,
Forget your fears and you'll be free;
You'll be the clouds and the rain,
And the dancing waves as the moon wanes.
There's magic in the wind if you'll believe,
The world's not always what you perceive;
The unsaid ciphers kiss your skin,
While the doubts bind your bones within.
Perhaps someday you will know,
Miracles happen if you just let go;
You'll be drenched with sparkling sunshine,
As you cross the blurry line.
Categories:
ciphers, confusion, courage, faith, freedom,
Form:
Couplet
tattered leather boots eyes tethered
with half a shoe lace
frayed socks hidden by threadbare pant legs
rumpled shirt and jacket covering
a tightly drawn torso
solitary fallen angel lost in their plane
of existence rarely finding
enough food to sustain
hungry wringing hands knowing cold rain
in torrents or hot wind parching lips
companion to imagined phantom and ghost
twisting toward a black abyss
ciphers hold a mind in captive agony while
thirsting for a demon pint
aimless footballs meandering among sepia
and full shadow
one of the untouchables invisible beneath
harsh haloed street-lights
untouched by grace and providence yet
hopelessly beloved
oft mocked caricature freezing
on a park bench in summer
alcoholic
Categories:
ciphers, drink, loss, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
Image of Spring Flowers Colorful Flower Bed provided by Pixabay
Beauty Briefs
Tulips escaping kisses
Yardbird noses ciphers scent
Poppies aim none are misses
Views gave letters of intent.
Orchids tropic heat enchants
Isle drums beat its ports of call
Crocus saying, springtime grants
Yet baseball scorecards beat all.
"Roses rooted in the earth
Bud in rhyme and verses sage
Lilies know a ghostly birth
Strewn across the patterned page".
Jasmine fragrant vines freely
Flacon oils sumptuous notes
Snowdrops charms frost ideally
Genteel sheet lay anecdotes.
Lilacs lost in translation
Bouquet secrets body talk
Shameplants melts by vibration
Signs clear a bonny shamrock.
2021 May 21
*1st Place*
ALL YOURS (Jun 7)
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 June 07
*2nd Place*
Choose Your Form 2
~~Joseph May: Judged 2021 June 04
Categories:
ciphers, flower, imagery, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
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!”
Categories:
ciphers, family, funny, satire
Form:
Rhyme
Most rigorous astrology can hardly divine
Why flamy galactic orbs often burning fall;
Or the calm pull behind shiniest meteorites'
Hurtling lower from their neat nestlings tall.
I own that apt eyes as of the lauded Magi may
From starry ciphers tap signs of a coming day;
Yet no tiny mass among the fiery marvels high,
Can answer when first they graced the idle sky.
While I'd rate their near-syzygies tolerably rare,
I know ethereal balls as bereft of all oral strain.
All sheen but full non-awareness of birth-date,
Ought to render these speechless vapors vain.
What telescoped forms of dumb orbitings mute
Might imbue with insight in placid images cute
Any salient squinter into thick lens herebelow,
Where tiptop harps and strung wonders bore?
Astrologers and their crafty stars will sweat to tell,
Where and when their augury-warped instincts fell.
Categories:
ciphers, christian, destiny, god, heaven,
Form:
Didactic
Knee-bones sunk in wet twilight soil,
Welded hands in pagan prayer,
Stones sacrificial once draped in blood
And ghosts of what was slaughtered there.
Hear the beseeching winds of time
Carry the words from lips a-trembling,
Usher the arcane dichotomy aloft,
Ciphers of thought from a mind dissembling.
When all of faith and hope expire
Along with the dogma of Christian sons,
Primitive pharmacy, druidic roots
Hurl prayers unto the ancient ones.
Hear, oh keepers of the stones,
Sentinels of the charnel ground,
Return to me the source of grief,
Return her to me unbound.
Lightning cracked and thunder drummed,
The old gods awoke, reconceived,
A prayer to the ancients, fire and bone,
By their black souls received…
Categories:
ciphers, death, devotion, faith, loss,
Form:
Verse
My pregnant psyche labors over words
and somber fetuses embalmed in ink.
A restless scribble knots my burdened nerves
with these encrypted ciphers I can't grasp.
Interpretations drip from severed tongues,
absurd perceptions form a distant mood.
My prying, inquisition probes my mood
with midnight sockets strained on anxious words.
Judicial eyes echo in hollow tongues
as condemnation blots out ink with ink.
The choreography beyond my grasp,
and too much cursive panic braids my nerves.
A juxtapose of hope and doubt lace nerves
to uttered oaths that constipate my mood
and steal coherent visions from my grasp.
Yet still, I itemize all of my words
and weigh them each as if more valued ink
could form a lexis between paper tongues.
Cacophonies amassed on corded tongues
are stretched out over sapped and springless nerves
no longer seeking sense from contoured ink.
A conquered revelation stirs my mood
as scrawled ideas seem only wasted words
just loose impossibilities to grasp.
But, Ah! Defeat has never felt the grasp
of proud, defiant pens or styptic tongues
and I have never knelt before my words
or gave into a desperate play on nerves.
I forge from pathos-strands that strike a mood
translating patterns born of crisscrossed ink.
My muse cannot be humbled by the ink
nor pen that consecrates a poets grasp.
It cannot cringe beneath a vicious mood
or beg for mercy from those cryptic tongues.
My style depends upon elastic nerves
that stretch around the depth of single words.
Frustration spilled the ink and tied the tongues,
my mind froze in its grasp and strained my nerves
but no mood intercepts my stubborn words.
Categories:
ciphers, imagination, on writing and
Form:
Sestina
Games
of mind
and ciphers-
played in Blethchley
Park
Note.This week is 70th anniversary of the place where WW11 German code Enigma was
cracked.Said to be as significant as DDAY ,taking up to 2 years off the war.
Categories:
ciphers, anniversary, war
Form:
Lanterne