Best Compounded Poems
He hurries home late from the office
and hesitates out on the lawn,
the mists are swirling like her dress,
the moon is frowning down.
The music in her soft blue eyes,
that hungry look upon her face
makes him tremble like a teenager
fumbling his first date.
Hoping she's gotten home safely,
beguiled by her lingering perfume,
his wife and kids are sound asleep,
he tiptoes through the family room.
Bedeviled by such fervent yearnings
full-compounded day to day,
a strangled heart, a tortured soul,
old love, new love - there is no easy way.
When truly embracing life, one must
also embrace the mortal chain of death
as friends and family continue passing
in harmony with the earthly seasons,
in quiet tune with celestial movement.
What being in profound contemplation
when dealing with melancholia,
ever lived their life without flirting
briefly with the thought of suicide;
the persuasion of drink compounded?
The joys of life intermingle with sorrow
in a stage of life when Time ironically
becomes an enemy as well as a friend,
when one endeavors to share wisdom
that may be unappreciated and rejected.
The sudden glint off the wing of a
passing silver bird with many souls,
recalls to mind the madness that still
dwells in corners of dark and light,
of years gained, yet lost in flight.
© 2012 Connie Marcum Wong
Lonely tears soak my pillow’s
Face leave only traces of a
Powerful sadness compounded
By the infinite time and space
Between the last time I wrapped
My arms around you and our lips
Embraced my dreams are a heart’s
Whispering prayer my soul’s cold
Hard stare into black oblivion
Warm shower droplets seek to
Deceive the skin on my back
Attempts to mimic your touch
But they lack that perfection
My mirrored reflection smiles
More than my lips actually do
For my fantasies bring me
Closer to you imagined yet
Still true in a moment
Cuddled in my own
Warmth does nothing
To soothe me into slumber
Only the memories heat
Rising from your essence
Scent leaving me thirsty
Losing all desire to breathe
Unless I inhale your splendor
Lonely tears soak my pillow’s
Face no slumber yet dreams
Invade the paradise of my heart’s
Restful state invent this place
Where the other hand warming
Is still not mine…
I miss you so much
Tis the season for resolutions
Happy New Year once again
Instilled with renewed enthusiasm
Solemn determination to succeed
Intrepid with my long list of goals
Start the year steadfastly committed
Travel, writing, fitness are in my future
Hectic days removed from my agenda
Embellished hours to grace my new life
Yesteryears overflowed with stress
Enduring compounded resentment and regret
Audacity fills my back pocket
Revved up fired up in my red rocket
AP: Honorable Mention
Posted on January 13, 2020
Only an inspired mortal such as I,
could feel the stimuli
synonymously woven in unison with the indigenous people,
who for centuries have inhabited this place.
The ‘Aotearoa Northland Maori’
Relating their verbal legends of old
complementing one’s majestic stance
here in the wilderness, a place where
the ancient Gods of Olympus would feel at home.
Here! I also stand in awe of you ‘Manaia’ guardian of the bay,
you with your shadowy creation which intimidates the serene waters
of the Pacific Ocean, lying dormant below.
Mortified crag laden face appearing to cry out
for assistance to the wayward breeze,
that it may hasten the removal of the ghostly grey veil,
compounded precariously within your stony crown, only then,
permitting the radiance of the brand new day to
cast out the lingering nocturnal shadows,
exposing all that surrounds your
‘Monolithic presence’
© Harry J Horsman 2010
The human qualities and potential isn’t limited nor territorial
kindness at its peak is indeed interracial
it is brutal to keep this knowledge confidential
b’cos, my experience is first hand and crucial.
Pouring out serial disgusting output, I've been consistent
hence nurturing my friendship is menial,
such a risk is definitely consequential
and it becomes official when a friend’s head is hit
Despite my social status compounded in filth and lots of irritating effect
I've been embraced and kissed by luck
making me believe life is indeed partial
A controversial creature, I am
yet, surrounded by the wonders of true friendship
its complete care, no where near superficial
its love, so congenital
to the point, I feel I’m in denial
My stink spreads across towns
my words attract infirmities
my mind has been the warehouse of lawlessness
and everything bad is registered in my accountability
but the one and only good side of me is you my friends
the day you leave, is the day I join the Dinosaurs
I caught you creeping around
with your spying eyes
Quick, furtive glances
betray your silent, stealthy movements
Human satellite camouflaging black cloud,
always in passing tear bursts,
secretly scans through a purse in my closet
Your dubious, devious actions
speak loud
Such churning, internal accusations
would make any insecure man proud
Furthermore, you compounded your fidelity lies,
when you installed web cam spying eyes
Privacy invasion of the worst kind —
But, I caught you though,
looking through my bedroom window
with a telescope
I had a Philip Marlowe
reconnaissance pro trailing you ...
sweet turn of the table
Let my diamond stylus disgust skip to the end,
this relationship is over ...
It’s time for me to unfriend
Here is some advice I guilt-freely give you:
Your spying eyes
will never truly let you see inside
the heart of another person
Unconditional trust
is the only way to ever off-site remotely know
what lay beneath the quilted hidden covers
of someone else’s soul
A new path is what we seek.
The surroundings are taking a peek,
Going through, very meek,
Seeing no bleaks,
Getting piqued,
While hearing creaks,
In the new paths that we seek...
The new path is what is found,
Going through forests bound,
Going through the path inbound,
With soothing and raging water sounds.
Walking confound,
Silence profounded,
Sight astounded,
Passed through burial grounds...
Seeking for another way around,
Noises resound,
Spirits surround,
The paths newfounded,
Our instincts compounded,
Followed by the hounds,
Echoes in ultrasounds,
Passed through mysterious breeding grounds...
Going to stamping grounds,
Trying to get off this ground,
With those burial mounds,
Death moving the wheels around,
Silhouettes running aground,
Trying to leave safe and sound,
Passing through some hunting grounds...
Seeking for common grounds,
The mistaken path redounded,
Regretful screams abound.
Plans propounded,
Though some are fouled,
Throughout the paths that were found...
However, most are lost and wounded,
Most tended to walk out,
Some minds and hearts full of doubts.
Hearing salvation shouts,
From all these new paths walked and found...
Thank you
Thank you for another year,
I know I wont be able to write this, without shedding a tear,
I would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart,
But I’m not quite sure, just where to start.
My life was given to me by my late mother,
Then taken away by some other.
You gave me back my life again,
You wiped out the suffering, and pain
You gave me hope, when I had none,
You gave me the will to carry on,
When others had given up on me and gone,
You were the rock I clung to, as I was drowning in a sea of
depression, compounded by the agoraphobia.
You were the miracle that I prayed for.
We will never be able to thank you enough,
You were there when life was tough
Not only did you give me back my life,
You also gave my husband back his wife,
And my son,
You gave him back his mum,
Every day we think of you,
And what we have, because of you,
Everything we have, and everything we do,
Is all thanks to you.
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Only inspired mortals can feel the stimuli
synonymously woven within the indigenous people
who for centuries dwell in this place.
The ‘Aotearoa Northland Maori’
Relating verbal legends of old
complementing one’s majestic stance
in the wilderness, a place
the ancient Gods of Olympus would welcome as home.
Here! From where one stands a perception
one of understanding yet in awe of you.
‘Manaia’
Guardian of ‘Taurikura bay’
With your phantom shroud intimidating
the serene waters of the Pacific Ocean lying dormant below.
Mortified your crag laden face appearing to cry out
for assistance to the wayward breeze,
that it may hasten the removal of the ghostly grey veil,
compounded precariously within your stony crown,
only then licence to permit the radiance of the brand new day to
cast out the lingering nocturnal shadows,
exposing all that surrounds your
‘Monolithic presence’
© Harry J Horsman 2016
At last I am free
from a language that
tried to subdue me;
And all the faces from my past.
That of statured men (on knees)
stripped from sacred dignity-
from being man.
Trying hard to dispute
that I, could verbalize those words.
World, here, my eloquence.
I speak the language of the free.
Though, can I, not hide
a truth so clear to see;
I’ve been speaking a language, foreign to me.
Countless times. Sagacity…
Never shedding a tear?
Only You my Lord, can judge.
Though, hear, this cruel reality-
Born of slave; so too, was meant to be.
Tears! Rivers, the consequence of time.
Wash me clean; please, white I’d be.
How cursed my mother’s tongue?
Yet, all I recall, sweet loving.
Nonetheless, I went running…
Escaping into what I thought was light.
Ridding me from daunted eyes.
Pray, my fathers forgive me.
I am a man of reverie.
At last, I am free
From a language that
tried to subdue me.
So hard to live (this) perceived inequality.
Compounded sins of he, who tried to silence me.
The same coming forth on bended knee.
God, set them free…
There is going to be a jump,
the only one that could thump-
in this room of bloom...
What are you doing sitting when you could be a standing ox?
Are they out on patrol as you wann the metal into your soul?
Dive deeply hard Sims-
they made you corrupt,
these are dignities we divide,
they had no name before you arrived-
more cola now,
less socially sane,
yes please ignite the flame,
I said I loved you-
but in due course you became scarce,
the lizards re-arrived to show demise,
every ape was lionized,
I compounded the pedals lady,
they spun in pride,
I evoked medals baby,
I'm sorry they arrived.
My simple thoughts compounded leaves
The fruit of my labour I bear to thieves
The concentric circles in my bark at every stage
Hold me steady, firm as a rock of all ages
I’m a seed for juicy thoughts and jam
The flavour of refreshing drinks by the dam
Essential vitamins of B-complex and modest “C”
The forbidden fruit that made man truth see
Ripe for market stolen in a basket
Fell on Newton’s head made a target
Opened minds into laws of gravitation,
Medicine and whole new other dimensions
The lemon tree next to me made jealous
The orange tree didn’t make a fuss just citrus
The pineapple tree flowing in the tropical air
The coconut tree made chocolate now that's flair
Kids playing in the branches as monkeys play
Climbing to the top for the ripest part of me
Teething fools they’ll have to grow up some day
I’ll take a tooth or two before they break me
An apple a day he twice, thrice had
Whether green, lime or red in my cool shade
If there was ever any doubt that it’s true
I guess the apple does fall far from the tree
Modern day Empire
The same as old,
Man doesn't really have time
Just Inventions and different clothes.
Still craving our nature the two split purpose,
Consumption and reproduction
All else is conjuring vanity,
An evolving Microchip of lost perception, a tinted clarity.
Yet we entrapped ourselves into a diamond cast,
Being compounded by every grasp that meets ear, eye and touch.
Never forget the truth bearing lust,
that feeling of inner-ness that splinter-hair precision awareness
And ask the question you've subconsciously locked away
Why are you being and what are the aims?
And then at that moment your shell will fall apart
so remind yourself of the real truth the binds mind and heart,
and roam among your ancestors in the lyceum of endless fascination
in one's mighty reflection and complacence.
People think plants are not violent
This is where I will tend to disagree
Have you ever seen a vine strangle a tree?
What about when a fly is devoured by the Venus?
When the weeds clog the yard with such immensity that drains every nearby plant?
Sure you have
Therefore you have witnessed the hard-wired DNA principle
To survive
Regardless of species
The predation and the prey
All within the concept that.....
Celery somehow made it to dominance in a seemingly peaceful fashion
Yet deceptively, as stoic as this ... Celery... seems
It most certainly practices a turgid diplomacy of violence
Showing its importance as
An invaluable part of classic broth
A team player in regards to fiber
And
Let's never forget the partnership with peanut butter
So it began
Celery was allowed into the favored gardens of the chosen vegetables
Walled away from the thorny, thick monstrosities that grew unattended
On the other side of the gate
Shedding their pollen without the slightest of apologies
But none of this was a concern for Celery
As Celery grew strong, robust and prolific
Soon it was apparent Celery had larger dreams than walled-off gardens
It was time for world domination
It was time to run the competitors unto the topsoil
Celery's surrounding mother roots went deep and everywhere within the soil
This unquenchable thirst caused
Many neighboring plants to become so stifled
A massive plant exodus occurred
Creating even more harsh turf conditions
This was compounded with the
Many casualties from plant-like warfare
Yet, one may ask
Did Celery show mercy and a vegetative state upon its face
No (and yes)
The roots took over and drained the essence from every beet, scallion and basil
In proximity
While simultaneously and
Ravenously soaking in every bit of energy needed for
Survival
Even at the cost of Celery's family and friends
So
Given this veracious tale
Do you still believe plants are not violent?