Best Commonness Poems
Trees of thickets display different attributes,
the commonness is the cool shade they spread,
and their branches cradle all the birds’ nests.
Flowers frame diverse shapes and colors,
the hidden nectar is the common essence.
All are beautiful, external definition they acquire.
The splendor of the dawning horizon we share,
and immerse in the universal gleam of twilight.
The enveloping air we breathe in equal freedom,
the nights fall with identical darkness on us,
from the stardust we get our fraction of silver.
We’re born equal, imposed definition we acquire.
Evolution drove the diversity in the living,
sculpted the different ethnic landscapes.
We’re not defined by languages and life styles,
our skin may be of different colors and hues,
but we’re all humans with crimson hearts
that pain in agony, rejoice in ecstasy, equally.
Divine essence configures the realm of our soul,
we're not defined by the contrived contours.
December 28, 2018
For Brian Strand's Contest : All Yours (March 3)
"Let us talk alone for our morning meal. I'm not so BahhhD really. We are not the same you and I. We have a commonness between us. Which makes us seem familiar. Are we all sheep like they say we are? If you are so unique, then why do you follow the herd? Are we all the same? Why do you believe in liars? You are all sheep. Your shepherd leads you to the slaughter while protecting you from the wolves."
"Bahhhh Bahhhh Bahhhh"
Mary had a little lamb,
Little Bo Peep lost them,
Call me a Black Sheep, I am,
Thinking out of the box may cost them.
Rolling on the floor laughing,
Laughing out loud,
Why am I standing here gaffing,
I must catch back up to the crowd.
I remember one that seemed tasty,
I think I'll have it for lunch,
A Black Sheep with fangs may appear crazy,
I'm merely a wolf in sheep's clothing on the hunt!
How can one once so familiar become so strange?
The ease and flow of conversation, so stilted?
Awkward even. Our 'in-commonness' a rarity?
Our connectedness disconnected?
The once passionate embrace a tentative touch:
a 'should I or shouldn't I' interrelation.
Now so different to then - a then quite recent,
yet distant in its memory.
Do you feel the same as I? Or do you not feel
any more? Do you no longer love me?
Or have you simply forgotten that you once did
- or I you, so vehemently.
Where did we misplace it? Carelessly lost
like the guarantee for the cooker.
Perhaps it too can be found amongst the
rancid rotten waste in the bin.
How remiss we have been: carried on the wave
of daily activity. Ships passing in the night
without even a 'hoot' of acknowledgement.
Two separate shadows in the darkness.
This is a dangerous game we are playing.
A contest with two losers and nothing to win.
Come search the contents of the bin with me.
We may just find what we are looking for
in the mucky murky depths of memory.
Or at the back of a disorganised drawer somewhere.
If we search our hearts, maybe it still beats there?
We'll never know unless we try.
Tears unshed before, fall now
The distance ahead, shrunk to an end
Memories are spared for us to keep
Time continues, even at our standstill
Years spent, succumb to a day.
Our last paper, joying our spirits
Together we wrote; each his own
The moment a speciality, faded into seriousness
A room filled with relief, not ready to relieve
The future is bound, the past is profound.
Walking away from the building, once detested
A struggled step, not a leap
No matter our differences, our commonness are intertwined
The regrets we have, are that of knowing
The base we had, cherished more considering the unknown.
Friends that motivated our wake, promise to stay
Lightly are their words taken, the truth we have seen
Gratitude owed, to all those who held us up
Chapters written, a glory unmatched
As our grasps meet once more, finality taints the romance.
Life begins again, with responsibilities anew
The crossroads met, our respective pursuits acknowledged
A farewell granting us solace, to a well-traveled journey
Love found, lost to a depart
Our childhood glides away; independence, comes to stay.
Ten men in all
They formed his crew
Some were short
And some were tall
Half were on the left
Half on the right
Working together
They were tight
Padded for protection
Helmeted for safety
Robed in commonness
They were shielded to win
Two of them were short
And stayed off to the side of the others
Wide with girth
They were there to support
Six were average
They stayed in the middle
Performing their tasks
Daily without umbrage
The last of the ten
Not tall nor short
Were the last to join in
Preferring the group to remain open
Each of them worn
Battled scarred and bruised
Their resolve apparent
Through the flesh that was torn
Some still stood straight
While others leaned to the side
Each had serviced this world
With both love and hate
Strong and proud
Those ten could not be separated
Till their last living breath
To their service others bowed
Right and left
Short and tall
A lifetime of service
Free from bereft?
~Ijm Uhl~
Falling falling falling
I fell with a deep scornful laughter
Ha! ha!! ha!!!
Thundering still flattering ominously
Out of my buccal cavity
Like I never did
The spirit lives on
9/4/09...B'day
Broken heart filled with no remorse
A man get his weaknesses and flaws revealed
Exposed at times
Too weak for a word
A second like eternity lingering forever
Patience, screaming,wailing,clapping
Chattering,slapping,bickering,tearing
Falling,stooling,sleepwalking and falling
I indeed made a broad way show on my 32"mm
Although not too proud of it
As strong as I'm
I fell. To the recklessness and commonness of every youth
Wasting in the street
Big fat round amber bottles
With her bitter poisonous content
That leading's struggle, scened mundane
in day to day, coerced restrain,
I hold my ground, as if to claim
thy own indenture, in remain
as force for good, by God's proclaim.
And to my soul, a living seine
that pulls some justice to domain
of livelihood, seditious, main.
I trust my effort, not of gain,
but in thee truth, unselfish strain.
Some quality, convincing, plain
that commonness in worth's attain -
resultant, but from rigor's aim.
Consorting not, with bribery's feign,
that brings to wit, some covets name.
In prayer with thee, I ask as though
a personable bask would leave me vain,
and perish of console's adjust,
as hope in wonder could explain,
obliterating wronged of us!
The Lord, His answer be acclaim -
ennobling ...as the winds of thrust!
Ten men in all
They formed his crew
Some were short
And some were tall
Half were on the left
Half on the right
Working together
They were tight
Padded for protection
Helmeted for safety
Robed in commonness
They were shielded to win
Two of them were short
And stayed to the side of the others
Wide with girth
They were there to support
Six were average
They stayed in the middle
Performing their tasks
Daily without umbrage
The last of the ten
Not tall nor short
Were the last to join in
Preferring the group to remain open
Each of them worn
Battle scarred and bruised
Their resolve apparent
Through the flesh that was torn
Some still stood straight
While the others leaned to the side
Each had service this world
With both love and hate
Strong and proud
Those ten could not be separated
Till their last living breath
To their service others bowed
Right and left
Short and tall
A lifetime of service
Free from bereft?
Free verse/ Lyric
Places of mediocrity
Levels of ordinary,
Commonness
Seems easy to resist
Its exceptionalism
I am exceptional
Not limited by statistics
Not settling for less
Not excepting your perception of me
Try putting me in a box
I’m coming out
Like Diana Ross
Like a class at recess
I’ll be running for the door
I’m coming to make money
And a better life
So be it
I am your fight
I’m bout that living
While reminiscing,
And planning to be seen different…
I’m a commoner
fighting the demons of bills, of food, of life.
My meager pension enough to buy
slippers and a jacket at a thrift store.
Once, I sought stars
Now
I hide behind a trashcan of dreams.
I am a statistic,
known only by my photo ID.
A bomb blasts and news channels read:
Another sixty or so,
dead.
Death pauses eating
but soon resumes her feast.
I am a number on her dining table.
I have no place for pride,
crawling for crumbs of life
with mangled hands.
Years ago
as I stepped through white moaning snow,
I met a pretty girl
taking shelter for a bus
like a freshly feathered bird
I snipped through white moaning snow.
Her hazel eyes flicked towards mine.
Snagged for a moment —
ice on a stove.
We loved in blessed silence
She, a promised paradise.
But pledges faded
like colors of rainbow:
purple, blue, yellow, and colors never seen.
I slept there for a while,
and awoke to wind’s sad song
birds mourning
cold reality tugging my naked dreams.
Many years later
We met again under that shelter
She with her children
Me with mine.
She held mortgage papers
I clutched my rent receipts
We did not speak
but smiled at how rotten fate
spread over our lives
a poor sketch of a tombstone —
cemetery hidden under cypress trees.
We lived between heaven and hell.
Where once, we jumped in a sea of life
and fell into commonness’ jaw.
Stuck in the panes of sky
I wait for God to open His door,
and reply to my hungry prayers.
Link: https://allpoetry.com/poem/16503782-A-Common-Mans-Love-Story-by-Muhammad-Nasrullah
Earthy mortality of the
Mind in unhealthy hues
As heavenly immortality of
the soul ensues
Into a world’s region of
purity and eternal
Being banned to a timeless
realm so carnal
Inevitably it’s doom
apparent consequence
Evident demising itself as
useless commonness
Destroying expression
exertion to paralyze
A longing for grace and
redemption realized
Filled with so much hate,
disgust and hostility
Selfishness unable to
grasp humility
Bigotry a landscape seeded
with venom
Untruthful lies only picks
up momentum
A heart filled with jealous
animosity
Regardless whatever the
correct policies
Irresponsible political dialogue
fuels fire
Apparent some hold
unreasoning desire
Commenting showing their
very weakness
In unbelievably wordy yet
such cheapness
Hatred unseats instinctive
consciousness
Origin of jealousy and envy
which is bottomless
Comparatively little empirical
attention paid
Enormously a multiform
not easily swayed
Interwoven malignant attitude
deep human sin
Dark undercurrent, as
hostility encourage begin
Hate Begets Hate! It’s
an endless secession
Revealing awareness in
a regrettable expression
You know what I have never done?
A scandal!
Never have I twirled in another man's arms
Never have I kissed the handsome stranger
Never have I let myself go to the rich man.
Isn't it wondrous,
The curves of a woman are like clandestine valleys
Each discovered by a new wanderer
Like carvings on a sturdy rock
Chiseled, memory by memory.
Am I allowed to tremble?
Or shudder in an induced fear?
The sins of a brazen woman
Are to be purged by the Amazon,
It is but the common man
Who shreds his commonness
And enslaves the Goddesses.
The pieces of you which you have quietly shoved up the closet
Are rattling like the strong breeze has hit them
The storm of a new day.
What sad fate does all of these celebrities likely have in common?
Aaliyah
Aaron Hernandez
Abraham Lincoln
Amy Winehouse
Anna Nicole Smith
Bob Marley
Brandon Lee
Brittany Murphy
Bruce Lee
Buddy Holly
Christopher Wallace - Notorious B.I.G.
Elvis Presley
Frank Zappa
George Washington
Gianni Versace
Grace Kelly
Heath Ledger
Jeffrey Epstein
Jim Morrison
Jimi Hendrix
Joan Rivers
John F. Kennedy
John F. Kennedy, Jr.
John Lennon
John Todd
King Leopold II of Austria
Kobe Bryant
Kurt Cobain
Lee Harvey Oswald
Lou Reed
Malcolm X
Marilyn Monroe
Martin Luther King Jr
Michael Jackson
Otis Redding
Paul Walker
Pope John Paul I
Prince
Princess Diana
Ritchie Valens
Robert F. Kennedy
Robin Williams
Sam Cooke
Seth Rich
Stanley Kubrick
The Big Bopper
Tupac Shakur
Vince Foster
Whitney Houston
XXXTentacion
P
Your last letter had interesting news
I will try to answer for you
The information you give, I need to chew
There is a hungry cow on the block to feed too
I don't eat cows as I am Hindu
Hindus do not kill cows as you know
But they do get hungry, both cow and sow
When I see them near my milk booth, I feel low.
Long ago we had six healthy cows
In our shed they had a safehouse
Every six months, a bull would visit
To end the merriment, we pulled him by ropes tied to his horn
This is how the bull was thrown into the street
So that calves could be born in peace
So that calves could be licked
So that calved could get their milk
If another bull was found, he was sure to be turned out
For he left us sleepless and had no clout
Bulls never went to the backfield
Where the cows went for their daily feed
I saw the bull from my lookout
Walking the street up and down
His calves were in my shed at the far corner of the lawn
Kept licking his nose as he smelt his milky calves
Twenty years later he was still walking my street
A lone bull, without his fleet
The smell of milk kept his peace
Only after his senses were filled could he fall asleep
The bull was delicate as silk
Other strong bulls were made to pull a cart
In our house they got milk
And a yearly release to get a taste of love's feel
Only once, after the calves were grown, did he kill
A woman he saw out in the lane
She was new mother returning from the mill
Her breasts were full, laden and smelling of milk.
Here is no moralizing or whining
Only commonness of common sense revealed by tale-telling
To explain why, to our house came learned Brahmins
Your question, P, has to wait a day for answering.
VIEWPOINT
What’s mine is mine
What’s yours is yours
Too much trouble to look beyond
My own backyard
Safety in staying at home
Within my own circle of neighborhood friends
What a loss~
There is no gain
When I am fenced in
A prisoner of my own choosing
To know so little
To see only a tiny piece
Of the whole earthly design
What gain~
To open my eyes and see
The awesome and infinite variety
Of you and me
To appreciate your view
To see our commonness
And celebrate our uniqueness
To openly share
Thus learning to care
To understand one anothers struggles
And feel the others pain
To hold your hand
And touch your heart
mja