Best Coherently Poems
Person of colour is coherently germane,
He is never insane.
Some things about this person of colour may seem strange,
He is simple and he is yet to engage.
This person of colour loves the critics,
It is from them, he ticks.
This person of colour is natural,
And so, he is not a trial.
This person of colour loves to exchange
Ideas beyond his range.
This person of colour loves keyboard,
Tis with this he comes on board.
This person of colour is a charcoal- a black beauty.
This person of colour is me.
Categories:
coherently, beauty, history, memory, passion,
Form:
Couplet
Of Saints And Sinners
Within the sacrificial selfless silence
The seditious spirit stands in defiance
With salient scars of eternal echoes
Amongst the meditating melodious meadows
Sinister sins compound in complexity
Where demon deeds are devoured devilishly
Macabre masters of the medieval mind
Disengaged discipline of the consciously confined
The saint and sinner must coherently co-exist
One restrains of thoughts the other can not resist
Erosive entombment in the somatic solitudes
As both struggle within the manqué multitudes.
Oct.28.2016
Saints and Sinners - Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Categories:
coherently, analogy, conflict, deep, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
Life on earth is a large platform where people show the highness or lowness of spirits of their lives. A queue in time bargaining for the much-awaited satisfaction in life. Just like in litigation, we all undergone proceedings in order to determine our unalienable rights --from conception to birth--judgment has been made whether to preserve or to abandon a life. Is it the longest day of waiting to be born on this earth? Not until we begin to crawl and cry weakly; run and stumble many times; stutter while trying to express the feelings, and get the needed fostering from parents that we realize all these as part of the stages of life. Is it the longest day of molding life inside the house? Not until we are brought up learning under the doctrine of the school to get further knowledge that we see a brighter future. We struggled hard to the academic discussion--from shapes, numbers, reading and into writing, we learned and been guided coherently. Is it the longest day of waiting for commendation? Not until we stepped out from our alma mater and into the challenging workforce that we feel the test of life. We faced many setbacks and blows but determination made us choose to get on it until we gradually climb into the targeted rank. Is it the longest day of the tiring effort to make a living? Not until we retired from work and have seen the fruits of our effort that we begin to feel good enough. As growing old is inevitable, it is about changes in yourself and life. Eyesight begins to dim and hearing fails, agility has turned into weakness, and health deteriorated until you sigh, “It is time to lay all worries to rest and maneuver myself into an open fluorescent green field.”
For all we know, it is still not the end of waiting until we see our next generation coming into being and deserving to be treated as such.
Noel N. Villarosa
12 February 2013
Categories:
coherently, day, journey, life, time,
Form:
Prose Poetry
A tiny glimpse of your face
Makes my soul
Blossom
From its roots
A casual gaze of your eyes
On my face
Makes my heart
Expand infinitely
You’ve lifted me
From the darkest pits
Of this ill-fated journey
That's long been taken
Falsely for life
At present
You've scanned
My entire being
To inversely transform it
To suit your
Mystic motives
and
You've taken
Complete ownership of my
Whole heart
With absolute authority
At present
You've fed my soul
With your blessed nectar
To merge it coherently
With your
Eternal heart
In this precious moment
An ultimate truth
Flashed into my conscience
Like a blissful lightening:
"All through my
Tedious voyages
With uncountable
Sharks and whales
And
All through my
Uncharted flights
With innumerable
Storms and hurricanes
You’ve been
My safeguarding angel
And my only goal
To be attained
To abruptly end this
Ultimate chaos
That's long been taken
Falsely for life!"
Categories:
coherently, destiny, devotion, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
When You Follow Your Heart
We might have made love
In the bed of roses: the bed of fragrant flowers
As we consummate the joy of true love: at age sixty
where the pursuit of pleasure: is a taboo subject
where the Irish moss warms our soft lips:
We might have reversed the aging process, because
our bodies become fascinating and seductive: coherently
We might have rattled the monkey cage: like epic lovers growing old
With one thing on our minds: we follow our hearts
Categories:
coherently, age, beautiful, break up,
Form:
Narrative
Love is an ocean never-ending
Drink from it
You will be delirious
When the fever of love engulfs
You will be frenzied
Coherently incoherent
At times
Love is an ocean , drink from it
It is not salty but
Luksweet
Half sweet like a peach
An apple an avocado
I think of you
When the sun peeps and yellow.ascends
I feel you your kindness and compassion
Your love your passion your tenderness
Your idiosyncrasies your temperament
Patterns your composite intricacies
I know
I think of you when the sun touches
The dews on the sleeping leaves
Photosynthesis for my soul
You
Drink from it
You will be ecstatic euphoric
Elated I promise
Love is an ocean
Love is a synonym for god
It is every where omnipresent
It is in the air
I feel it
I am in the inferno
Love is rain
Colorless odourless tasteless
It is a catalyst
Neither looses nor gain but enhances
It is given
Most complain some understands
A few enjoy
That is their
destiny.
I think of you when the sun it at its peak
When every pour in my skin secrete
The aroma of your innocence
I breathe
You swirl around like a funnel cloud
Sucking into its lure your exquisite
Touch I am at peace
Love blossoms in the winter too
Breaks the thread of your silent t beads
Love is not a mirage
Opens the locks of your camouflaged
longings
Love is cool love is blue
Yellow green pink violet purple
Love is red like blood
Excuse me but lady you needs glasses.
And so does mrs justice over there
Both you broads are blind as bats
Stumbling through the system
Justice bumped into bulbous and
Tripping on republic of plato
But stepped right over a
Killed little black ant
,I am moving to a new abode
Abode, ? what is that”
It is to dwell reside
In a particular condition attitude
Relationships frequencies
To endure to sustain in a different
Realm of infinite possibilities
“ I don’t understand
“ No comprendo,por favour
Habla des pacio,please
Speak slowly
Her eyes were brimming with
Blue tears about to fall
Down
Categories:
coherently, 1st grade,
Form:
Somber red apple branches
sagging down into green orchard grass
lumpy loaded with solid ripe ready fruit
Watching pale yellow butterflies huddle down
then spray up and out a geyser of light vibrant flight
scattering and skipping above their sun-drenched forest
A green sea of windy winding rivers
shadowed by red mounted trees of deep-rooted life,
making sweet love with flighty buttered wings
sweeping and beating co-gravitating gratitude.
Red Team too old and wizened
to count their darkening days as numbered.
Yellow Team too light and funny flight
to bother commodifying frenzied beating wings of day.
Separate huddles,
yet a coherently co-arising Team
of Earth's diverse space tracing times
Categories:
coherently, culture, earth, nature, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Our time has come
to turn from dance
with Owl's night-wise Medicine
Deep sultry listening
for wide empathic languages
whispering iconic myths
of syntax flowing paradigms
Reaching across Full Moon shadow
to inside passion die for outside pleasure
in contented ego/eco-flying Presence
within soaring without
Free of struggling
with letting go of anger
for AnthroCapitalized ignorance.
Frustration with our own slow to learn sense
that our best colonizing years are behind us,
if only because we prefer
to die in wealth of Full Moon's bodhisattva rebirth.
To struggle through this narrow breach
of polypathic pilgrimage
this dark MidWay Eve,
to relinquish all fear of fear
of folding
and refolding Earth's timeless synergy,
eternally felt Being Present
reconnecting regenerative tisssue
of progenitor's FullMoon Medicine issues
HumaneSelf reconceiving DivineOther
co-empathic eve of solsticing
wise dicing esteem,
Prime Ego/Eco-Elational CoIdentity.
Silent nights of peacefully resonant laughter
are not most Holy Nights,
purgation's Advent darkly waiting
opens sublime ego/eco- bipartisan therapy
of Earth Rights and Wrongs
are also Me,
WE Wide Web of Earth Tribes,
emerging from FullMoon wondrous Heaven
and NewMoon Earth
awesomely co-present
AnthroHours
and co-enlightening days
and EarthAnimated seasons
regenerating bicameral laughter
with deep co-respect
and widely Peaking Presence
Silent smiling
coherently inclusive rememory
of warm waving
co-gravitating humor
in love as life
spreading wild as moonlight
on this wise CoElational Eve.
Categories:
coherently, adventure, birth, christmas, humor,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
Blue blood of royalty, journey unleashed
Descendant of earth and African chiefs
Princes of honor, princes of light
Gentle forbearance, glorified knights
Emperor’s gentlemen billowing praise
Love filled lungs willowing grace
Breathing its blessings upon the tribes
Bleeding its conscience on graphite inscribed
Coherently soldiering ethnic pictures
Innately shielding their ethic scriptures
Fighting for peaceful inaugurations
Conquering war while dying for nations
Categories:
coherently, black african american,
Form:
Couplet
is short-lived.
Deep.
Like a crypt
yet coherently-linked
with your windblown hair
strewn with rubberclips poly-carbonated.
Candid.
As a sneeze
yet non-allergenic.
On its last seconds,
its supremacy
situated along the alleys of lashes
tightly-knit my lips
as if all-perceiving:
blunt
as a snore
yet
casual
as a yawn
etched
on heart's core.
Be that as it may
as i hang endured
for its sequel...
Categories:
coherently, devotion, love,
Form:
Free verse
Sparkling Sapphire Skies
O' coherently dreamy
elated; I cry
Copyright Mccuen 2008
Categories:
coherently, peace
Form:
Haiku
This is me starting to write this poem.
I'll put down my thoughts, see where they roam.
Amid my past and future dreams.
We'll see if it's all that it seems.
Adrift along life's many pathways.
It's here and now that always stays.
What can be said for gaining knowledge?
The kind not taught in any college.
We're left to figure day by day.
And pray to God we find our way.
We drink our coffee, take a pill.
Wake and sleep and wonder still.
We watch our tv's grow each year.
Expanding joy and love and fear.
Reality's reality is getting tricky.
And only some can afford to be picky.
We get in gear and keep on moving.
As if a mystery we are proving.
It's not about solving the puzzle.
But rather, coherently rhyming with guzzle or muzzle. :)
Categories:
coherently, children,
Form:
Rhyme
Awaken feels cold these
soul's forsaken, taken
locked in a dungeon I
feel their pains is aching
Feel the heat from the
streets as they seek out
their error, it's so simple
people we gotta look in the
mirror
A mear image of the error
we live in the heroin's
giving to children delivering
the message coherently fibing
They listen, why? because
they gotta hear it to bear it.
Categories:
coherently, loss, song-
Form:
Rhyme
We know that life is a journey.
And Death is also a continuation of the journey.
As it marks the end of the body's journey.
And the new beginning of the souls journey
A branch has fallen from the tree
But he only drifted to become free
In a manner coherently sloppy like a scree
To obtain divine authority like a decree
Perhaps his time seemed too brief
But let's not lengthen it with deep grief
True it came unannounced like a thief
But his memory should be decorated like a chief.
It's not how long a man lived
But how impactful was the life lived
Although it's expected of us to be grieved
But it's actually time to get his memory archived.
It's true his parting left a void
Because of an incident we couldn't avoid.
But he is not trapped in a void
Rather he is moved on like a car that has been refuelled.
#PoeticLord#
(c) June 2019
Categories:
coherently, death, death of a
Form:
Epic
The man wandered through the lonely and desolate earth. Suffering a tribulation
of exile from human relationships. He was the last one, the only one, the only
man left on Gaia. Walking, he went forward, onto the hill where he shall be
saved. The darkness and purity emanating at the same time from the sacred
hill. What was his new fate to be? As he pondered he climbed to the top of the
hill and observed…
The animals, creatures of Gaia
Happy in the solace they found
Butterflies dancing between each other
A dance of courtship
A promise to share lives coherently
As beautiful as the butterflies were, they vanished
The man’s eyes averted quickly and saw…
Power, Dominance, Death, and Beauty
Beauty, oh… the irony
Distressed nature trying to rebirth areas of discontent
Earthquakes, Volcanoes, Hurricanes, and Tornadoes
Problems, but not
Beautiful, the tornado
Nature’s renewal
Absorbing impurities and leaving nothing but a fresh start
Volcanoes blew high stacks of lava
To the sky it rose, no boundaries
While being absorbed in the light of the crimson sky, the man saw something
invigorating…
Comets flying through the celestial heavens
The universe, one space with minor hindrances
Stars, eclipse, Luna, Life
New wonders in the black
Scared and awed at the same time the man looked away…
Trees dancing through the wind
Soothing white cherry blossoms mourning
Mourning the cycle of life into death
As they, the trees
Released the tears of nature’s spores
Sad to the fate of future comings, death
The end of the cycle
Now confused, the man looked abroad and set his eyes upon the whole picture…
All pieces of nature flow together
Life into death
Creation to birth
Controlled by the passages of time
Nature a whole unity
Every area of Mother Gaia is one
The balance perfect without the fingers of man tainting the purity
Then, the man’s memories came back. The human’s tainted ness was like a
cancer to the dear beloved Gaia. Killing her they were. Now the last one was left
to ponder the natural order and progression. Knowing his inevitable fate he
fulfilled his destiny. The man with his final breathes waited on the top of the hill
and passed slowly to the grip of the heavens.
Farewell…
Categories:
coherently, art, death, philosophy, places,
Form: