Best Cladding Poems
I want to be free, I want to be me
I want to sail across the deep blue sea
I want to search for inscrutabilities once told to me
Where cities of elation lay below the sea
I want to be free, I want to be me
I want to fly athwart the skies
Where rainbows will wipe my cries
I want to trip new places
I want to meet new races
Living each day, seeing new faces
I want to be free, I want to be me
I want live life like a fresh new seed
Blooming with happiness that’s all I need
Cladding to life like an unshakeable tree
I want to be free, I want to be me
- Sherwin Fernandes
Categories:
cladding, adventure, analogy, blessing, earth,
Form:
Ballad
Wondering where you are tonight?
Under the starlight I sail so bright
Rowing on surface waters that haunt me
Your faces on calm waters showing me
With my oars I hold so tight
Like your hold in me that caresses me
Winter dew that chills at night
Your heart in me, snugging me
Darkness now crawling on land and seas
On this river fitful hours spooking me
As birds and bees hiding in waft trees
Nearness of you following me
Winding, reaching the river bottom
Standing in white is cladding me
Over troubled waters you're standing over gollum
Your heart in me that's shielding me
Categories:
cladding, deep, for her, for
Form:
Verse
I feel for gentle hearts in this loud world,
Ever suspect, dismissed and derided,
For long has been the shy a songless bird,
That Darwin dismissed as ‘odd state of head’,
Jane Austin gave shyness a broader scope,
Calling it a ‘moral, mental disease’,
And Freud, his fame fending for men no rope,
With sub-conscious cladding, a twist of his
That smelt of ‘displaced love of self-scored goals’,
A simple disposition framed as law,
Oh poking fun and scoring birdie holes,
In matters straight, cobwebs of gauze he saw,
And sensitive violets were on blame,
Poor things, shrunk with self-deprecating shame.
Violets shrunk with disparaging shame,
And shyness drawn from society’s unease,
Scarce unto standard mould can ever squeeze,
O get condemned— a jade that could be gem.
Though sensitive nigh to a gawking gaze,
Here am I basking still in benign bliss—
A shy soul, they say, more inventive is,
And tolerant the more to worldly ways
That mistake plane shyness as being cold,
Aloof, and worse still, somewhat arrogant,
And value those that be loud, neddless bold,
I’m happy now that they were ignorant.
Let critics bask under ill-informed bliss,
I marvel, how creative this bird is.
Creative, this touch-me-not kind of bird,
Or call it a flower called violet,
An introvert of an easy mind-set,
One blessed with fecund skills, a bit absurd—
Skills lacked by too talkatively inclined,
While some greats confess to ‘fainting with fears’
Ere giving speech to some so-called speakers,
Some loners lack the skills called social kind.
I know, shyness has no one ever hurt,
But self that feels cosy under own skin.
Let shyness stay forever verdant green,
Let it never make me an extrovert,
That I live in my own solitude proud,
Innovative, gentle in world so loud.
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Two recent books set my thinking bird brooding over bashfulness: The Man who mistook his Wife for a Hat, by Oliver Sacks; and Shrinking Violets: The Secret Life of Shyness, by Joe Moran. These books advocate that the shy should get a better deal, for they tend to be more creative. Here is the why: musing over, these three sonnets (crown of…) materialized that made me feel a bit elated.
Crown of Sonnets | 01.03.2017 |
Categories:
cladding, how i feel, introspection,
Form:
Crown of Sonnets
The leaves coated the ground in a tapestry of colour,
strewn around like matting hiding all sorts beneath.
A woven carpet that blanketed the earth with hues
of Autumn colours as slowly they returned to dust.
The trees seeming ten times taller without their cladding,
reaching, stretching high branches stark and bare
Knots now clearly seen as they twist this way and that
forming complex shapes high up in the grey skies.
The ground now cooling with Summer long forgotten.
A light sprinkling of frost slowing melting in weak sunlight.
Forming icicles that adorn like sparkling jewellery all a-glitter.
And the cold North wind sweeps over the hills and Vales.
Now all turn dormant, curled up in their winter dens and drays.
Hibernating the cold stark months away, food stashed close to hand.
The temperature falls day by day and in sweeps the snow not settling yet.
As the hours pass it slowly blankets the ground in pristine white.
Winter has now arrived and claimed all as her own!
Categories:
cladding, autumn, nature,
Form:
Verse
I see me in every little scared child
Littler than even the smallest of her peers
Voiceless outside, screaming inside
Taking solace in a closed space with a dozen imagined friends
I see me in every defiant teenager
Beautiful, smart yet full of lies and seductive tricks
She knows no better
The awed uncles are just wolves waiting to tear her apart
I see me in a distressed youth
Unwanted baby in hand, no man to pat her back
Now she knows better
A smile too many leads down a dark path to disruption
I see me now a woman with a vantage view
Able to sift the shaft out and tell rubies from ruffles
Through pain strength is born
Robe cladding, teeth shining, accolades shimmering, claps roaring
Categories:
cladding, abuse, africa, pain, self,
Form:
Blank verse
The Night Glenfell
A summer solstice candle breezing midst the twilight air
Where aloft the dizzying height of storey twenty four
That gazed with envy upon firm Lancaster Green below
(brutalist style,) A concrete pitted monument that yearned for the great celeste
Brutalist pinnacled cage that cements the scape
Where concrete structures eradicate the green
And take their place betwixt an urban utopia
It couldn’t happen again, not after Lakanal
Same thing! An electrical fault on some cheap device
And wrong protocol that caused sad loss of life
So Grenfell Tower had earned its landlords easy money
Their affluence procured from the deprived
( one exit
Overlooked rich Kensington and Chelsea. Deprived Grenfell. Extremes of poverty and affluence.
Lakanal House fire 2009 loss of life. The deceased given the wrong protocol. No lessons learnt.)
The flames played havoc, a creeping plumage that consumed new cladding
Where silent souls submitted to the wealth of intense heat
Free light for rich Chelsea and Kensington to peruse
Across the great divide of worth
To witness this sacrificial rite of greed
One exit to free them from their plight
Secured within this night-time prison
Where embers from the debris punctured the sky
And fell like tears upon the deep below
As the blaze took hold with vengeance square
Who knows the fear behind those walls
Of those who faced a fate within this burning pyre
Stuck in the lofty heights of concrete block
Where dwelling upon dwelling saves space
And claustrophobia abounds
Charred shrine upon the sky-line gray
Sad recall for those who remain
There but for providence go….
The night that Glenfell
Categories:
cladding, natural disasters,
Form:
Blank verse
Spring, ripe and dulcet
usher for the vines
of mellow orchard
green leaf perch bird chime
thaws a winter gloom
Bane of snowbound
cladding doused in
red sunlight rays
sea salt tides rise
Wild rose plot’s
vivid shades
signpost faith
A sprig
of fresh
mint
Created and posted : 11th of March 2021
Contest : Spring Diminished Hexaverse
Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
cladding, art, august, beautiful, beauty,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
At what cost rags to riches splashing blind falling in trenches
Cladding poor country king’s taking the life of the owner
Will they come for yours Clicking to social dictated schemes
They march no more
They walk no more
They dance no more
Millions of shoes entreated better they where kept out of the weather
Maybe to be a S.S. belt, sheath or hat maybe a child will walk
Unknowingly a mile in my shoes the Lord knows their destiny
Like high leathery hills in store kept so many feet out of the weather
Carnivorous minds eat up my people for my rags they contemplate
They lie in wait if they would have asked I could have given
Two miles to late the atrocity millions of leathers
They march no more
They walk no more
They dance no more
Categories:
cladding, death, history, political, war,
Form:
Free verse
broke left front tooth
(true anecdote circa late 1960's early 1970's) prithee
which cold wintry temperatures re:
wheely jogged unpleasant event in axle all let tea
aye rem member inxs of cold playing air
froze natural on gull din pond,
where over head Canadian geese did blare
honking the latest goose sip
loud and crystal clear,
when from behind a bush
(color of smashed pumpkin)
did peek a deer
alert to any rod nee danger field
by parking upright
either one or both ear
instinct flashed warning to doe eyed creature
lest predator doth lurk and induce fear
while Harris Family and friends
oblivious attired in wintry gear,
which padded material cladding
adequately protected me from cold
caused clouded difficulty to see
(thru fog coated glasses),
and muffled keen hear
ring any forewarning
as chief identifier icier
this then gawky child nerd
precariously maintaining balance
on his skates
gliding, than extemoraneous
ill prepareed head over blades swan dive
shutterflying like a bird soon tubby goosed
such attempts made this boy
appear quite absurd
ah, if only this mind of mine shut oral trapdoor,
and force haw debacle with preturnatural wink
did two step quick think,
but woe misfortune awaited
across the bumpy natural rink
blithely jettisoning myself,
to and fro, hither and yon
like a rolling stone
(that gathered no hearty moss) going plink
unaware while in camouflage pose
disguised as one sneaky, slippery icy fink
that snuck up in a blink
found me squarely face down
shattering left front tooth
immediately discovered
via tongue as private sleuth
found me in an extremely agitated state forsooth
as if on fire from red hot chili peppers
wrought jagged dentin chewable booth
Categories:
cladding, blue, health, hurt, identity,
Form:
Free verse
For the welfare of people
This purpose to fulfill
We stand opposing threats-
For our fatherland’s will.
For law and order, all purely made by madmen,
Completely false
From the beginning to all ends.
Nonexistent to us forsaken by chance
To leave without trace
It's an unforgiving sense.
But-
I'll be
The soldier.
Raid the dunes of sinned warmth
There, a glass tracks my life remaining.
Time is powerful,
With it, I leave home in crestfallen loathing.
In this pandemonic land of length
everyone’s pretending
to have their own strength
As the sky sees us off-
without a wee woven wreath.
We see sands cladding our red spilling
For us to heal in death.
Shaheed-
I am
The Soldier.
Rise in the horizon,
Rise as the dust would and-
Return to our scarred, homely land
Pursuing warmth
In this now banished land
Finally, now at peace
by my very hand
Khatam-
I, was
The Soldier.
Categories:
cladding, death, devotion, hope, identity,
Form:
Free verse
outrageous constituent rare
lee if never seen before, though still insured,
a novel boot nada so critical freak of nature ma lord
hirsute component part in a triple tier moored
substantial pressure upon the head,
entwining, looping, spilling somehow
interweaving umbilical cord
into a mass of whirled wide webbed wear suitable for
four seasons, which bamboozled,
grew like Kudzu into an immense globular mass galore
('bout the size of Rhose Island) after one year hoar
more, and wove in part from stem cell threads, nor
ceased proliferating after birth placenta
accrued intact and immediately put in cold store
room, a by very peculiar product
tinged with strands of blond hair
evoking how lioness would roar
coccooning, contriving, and conveying this tiny dude
into a self concocted hermetically sealed giant spore
miniature mummy, who without doubt
looked like a lady bug hide entombment
able to survive thermonuclear war
as a minor subsequent repercussion
the downy side understood, impeterable forest
filched countless growing years, without jest
ting, when figurative messed
hair em scare em bedlam reigned as a supreme nest
sans shrieking obsessed invisible hoodlums
broke free their electric kool aid acid test
from maximum security solitary confinement in vest
ment for naught (busting andirons weighing down
with reinforced steel trapdoor cladding
didst not bar compulsive banshee like imps of thee pervert,
but merely slow down
miniscule limbs emulated a hitch hiker thumb
upon will could assume the Alaska Bull Worm sized
Albatross shaped achorage)
unsinkable (short term) screaming, rebelling, quaking,
atomic sized banshee beastie boys et cetera with fiery zest.
Categories:
cladding, abuse, anxiety, birth, boy,
Form:
Light Verse
designed to impress
most would test
the authentic objective
of the designer
cladding, binnacle, bezel
family oriented
La moite en quantite' o'
en valeur.
Cabine multiplace et couchette.
myth of dual springs and
dual rear shocks
beyond the myth.
A state of the art leaf springed
rig.
researching the need
to create a new class of
commercail vechiles.
getting people interested in
the new way. a semi truck
an electric ev semi
weighing between
6,010 and 10,600
haul that load
.under 20,000 pounds
trailer puller
horsetrailer
dump trailer
gooseneck
and ball hitch
look professional
doing
those chores man.
the Aland Brand
C Class
Aland Rig!
Categories:
cladding, art, class, environment, music,
Form:
Ballad
it was the time to ascend and the elevator door closed with firm resolve
on his many needs and wishes that had pushed his buttons for so long
three wise men had spoken and a triad of Tarot cards had pointed the way
a pitchfork of ambiguous trinity had failed finding the needle in a haystack
horsemen of the apocalypse in his mind had traded their rocking donkeys
for a shiny Harley Davidson with punctured tyres and a hole in the tank
now he was stuck in the enclosure forced to listen to meaningless pan pipes
studied adverts of trade sharing Viagra and courses for meditation and yoga
determined to advance on his hierarchy of needs to the level of self esteem
but the display offered no fourth floor and he quickly went past his target
barred from quick levitation he went down again and attempted the staircase
only to find the door locked with a sign ‘sorry out of order for maintenance’
he bought climbing gear at a DIY store to scale the outside of his building site
carefully read the self-help manual and proceeded on his conquest for change
the windows had not been cleaned for an eternity and he could not look inside
but it was mirror glass cladding in any case and he got a bad case of acrophobia
by now he had received a parking ticket in an underground garage of anxiety
more points on his license reminded him that there was no fast track escape
when his scared gaze fell upon readjustment possibilities and alternative choices
he climbed an oak tree dangled his feet from a branch to look again at his roots
09th September 2020
Categories:
cladding, change,
Form:
Free verse
In the mirror She sees
a heap of decayed images in fire,
Smoke cladding her soul
her pulse in hibernation
... a delusion?
... or the quest for liberation!
Categories:
cladding, angst, imagination, life,
Form:
Free verse
MIRACLE OF BEAUTY
Your visage glittered
Not as for those who filtered.
It glittered in wisdom,
Not in random.
You glittered like a gold
Looks like a bold.
Your cheeks are rosy,
Your motives became dizzy.
The dizzy of cuteness
That is termed as freshness.
You smiled in solitude
Not in longitude.
You adorned yourself
Cladding yourself.
Looks like a moon's fleck
In applied red lip stick.
Your eyes are so attractive
Highly adaptive
Cute and charming.
Love and caring.
Categories:
cladding, crush,
Form:
Rhyme