Best Conglomeration Poems
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Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Running through my mind,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Running through my veins,
A silica odor, dust walks through a fresh desert night
Cool air beneath and above the sea
A warm furnace smell, I don’t understand
Intricate to rise and receive without knowing
Up ahead in a virtue distance
A mysterious poisonous effluvium light-
My face feels like a leaf'
My sun holds up its own pendulum rods
Inflammation comes and settles in for the night,
There it stands in a pertinacious manner, with quality
I resurrect this air created from madness, all over again
Twilight, rain stranger than strange
Visions, pursue my path into an infested dark pasture
"From the red Heaven, I fell into the waters of a cobalt Hell"
Perhaps this venerable moment will pass slower than slow
PERHAPS NOT!
If I accept and then decline
Would this balance the precocious state I live in?
How about when wrong directions follow my promiscuous ways
Is my conglomeration of ideas, no longer safe?
When I no longer value the values of the young
Will I sleep at the mercy of his ancient heart
They're the voices give and take from our health
Today, those soft, perfect eyes are calling from far away,
Ashes high, vapors and infection welding me
The bright skies swallow every thin silver line,
Where the clouds sit somehow~ in bacteria
UNITY!
UNITY! Like a common curse
Always, wanting more than love can touch
We are living it up with no alibis!
A way to be and not to BE!
The champagne leaves their cup
Awaken in a life, disturbed ~ NOW INTERRUPT!
Only in this world, lava will reach her lips
Prisoners and doers;
All night…. Too late for a treatment
Lungs, decaying, evil rats
Direction, affection, ending all the inhalation
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Running through my lungs,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Flat-lined my life ____/\ /\___ ___/\______/\___ _______________
By: PD
Categories:
conglomeration, abuse, analogy, art, corruption,
Form:
Epic
It is a dazzling display of brilliance, this conglomeration of constellations from different skies above as many different seas. I look at them, and feel the spark within my being. So, like a wounded soldier from the battlefield of life, I take little tentative steps, slowly but surely getting back the hang of walking with my poetic words after having been paralyzed for years. Gentle souls warmly welcome and offer as crutch a kind note or two, and not a few offer a glass of their own wise concoction when my throat and thoughts seem dry.
a little star blinks
with millions in milky way ~
words flow from a quill
I start having fun and develop new friendships, and as my own unsure steps strengthen with each passing day I continue to soak and absorb the light from the sun and glow from the moon and stars thousands of miles away. I realize that in this artworld no less than the creator has pioneered and trailblazed by the masters of years past, there is a place for all who dares to put down thoughts, fantasies and dreams in words and puts them out there to share with everyone.
fledgling butterfly
hitched a wagon to the stars ~
words form into poems
A lesson this experience brings me is that with all the glitter emanating from each brilliant star there lies within a heart battle scarred, just like me… some maybe more than others. Those golden stardusts are but byproducts of myriad encounters common to this life’s journey. If one finds herself in the trail of a hurtling comet, one should not be dismayed, but get out of the way for it is nothing personal. Odd but true, that sometimes it is the comet’s panacea for the pain nature has ordained. However, so long as I do not set out to cause undue disruption in someone’s sky travel, I should not allow the comet, or any star for that matter, to dictate my direction. I have my own path to tread.
stars come out at night
brighter after a wild storm ~
poems take new brilliance
13 November 2015
Creative Haibun Contest
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
Categories:
conglomeration, life, poetry, thank you,
Form:
Haibun
NATURE
Nature:
A conglomeration of unbounded energy into matter
Under
The auspices of paramount universal Logos
That
The harmonious coexistence of opposite forces
Established
By
Masterfully choreographing it with the help
Of
The infallible divine will
And
Painstakingly interwoven with the assistance
Of
Mighty space and time!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 OCTOBER 2013
Categories:
conglomeration, life, nature, world,
Form:
Epigram
I am tied to the whipping post
and whipped because I am standing still
because of a conglomeration of thoughts
that require a hint of understanding and will
You close your mind and make your demands
I feel a stripe
I know there is some one who will accept me
but I feel the time is not right
I have absorbed as much as I can hold
now I am dripping with hurtful fragments left in the water
To speak my mind is foul, uncanny, disappointing in view to so many and
misunderstood so why bother?
To err is human and forgive divine
but I am crushed by the breath that curses me and adjusting the moral line
I feel my spirit slip away from grace and human sin appear
I want to go back a step but the sand has covered the tracks,
the path has disappeared
Where do I go and what do I do?
Move forward, look up, seize the moment and push through
Categories:
conglomeration, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
I like the accidental,
incidental
way- the mist kisses and lifts from the timberline,
like angelic lung
that breathes it all in,
drifts to the next flowering,
a honey bee in a land of fairy as our heart's
flutter and are arrow stung, eros strung.
The way the sun facets its beam in
shutter glistened wink,
balance hung in the cascadency of echo-system,
beats, chirps, wakings strummed.
How loving that the lens is left open to show
we are live radiantly in a song and not alone,
not a curse of one.
I like how food just happens to be,
a bounty of giving,
a consistent conglomeration congealed upon itself
and presented as social happenstance
of living happened stance,
aroma of heart lance of delicious varietal trance
of sustenance.
In colors decadent,
juices, magnificent enough to be
a cuisine, cuisinart machinery.
I like the sunrise, how it presents itself in
a theatrical opening credit,
the greeting anew, all be it-
the salutationed dew, sparkling,
chirping song-ward, music impending-
foreshadowed-Mother's teet
sending milk in perfect flow,
"in a brilliance of only One who is in the know".
A verse spoken long-words tokened in a windswept mansions of Holy dimensions-vowed.
In patterned tale cameowed mosaic chord
of harmonic scale to tell, the sunset to bow.
the grandeur of a days production,
setting silhouette cast and an amen
and again by the moon to watchover as sentinel
who keeps watch for,
in the promise of dawn,
in wait, stagelight
drawing ready
to perform from- behind the curtain again.
Aint It Funny How It Is.
Categories:
conglomeration, art,
Form:
Rhyme
In lieu of tempestuous behavior
Please read the words I write
A colloquium of emotions
Oh, what an equivocal sight
I'm a kleptomaniac of pain
Feeding off the reaction
A ventriloquist of theft
So idiosyncratic
And in this conglomeration
Of acculturation by design
I live life by a pseudoynm
Pretending that it's mine
Categories:
conglomeration, dark,
Form:
Rhyme
I Pledge Allegiance
a solemn vow of obedience, from the earliest age of grievance,
when found deliverance, one people, united against tyranny and intolerance,
become the model of democracy and toleration
To The Flag
the symbol of once colonization come together in celebration,
a new unconquerable nation, a successful castration,
of oppression and dictation
Of The United States Of America
a conglomeration of peoples form one nation,
13 colonies a single relation, one voice, one oration,
tread on me, expect retaliation
And To The Republic
a democracy, its creation, the Constitution, its foundation,
agreeable to all in origination, fiercely guarded against demolition,
militarization, and impregnation, over all these years, still on station
For Which It Stands
the protector of all oppressed lands, the world over she lends a hand,
her signature, her blood, in foreign sand
One Nation
from sea to sea, whether rich or poor, some vocal, others, chose to ignore,
those who guard the shore, those who knock on heavens door,
one nation, esprit de corps
Under God
in a time when belief was strong, today, should not be wrong,
having been with us so very long, a few may sing a different song,
most will believe, as they have, all along
Indivisible
one, as a whole number, cannot be divided by any other,
many have tried under guise of brother, only to be denied by the mother
With Liberty And Justice For All
the means to end all oppression, infinitely wrong with transgression,
succession, regression, and repression along
Our Pledge of Allegiance
a pledge of a nation, a history profound, one indivisible number,
all it takes, to be no longer allowed
Categories:
conglomeration, dedication, devotion, education, history,
Form:
Free verse
United Nations, United Nations
What an oxymoron!
What an oxymoron!!
The platitude goes-
‘United we stand’
In the UN,
How erect we stand!
How erect we stand!!
We are *****erectus
Aren’t we?
This genocide-friendly unity of nations
With extra-care tending
The weeded garden of poison-trees.
When Hutus and Tutsies blood-bathe
The UN closely observes the situation,
When Israel unchilds, unhusbands and unfathers
The Palestinians, the UN
Appeals to both the parties to exercise restraint.
When the Theravada fanatics exterminate the Rohingyas
And the West-engineered Arab Spring
Tears the Middle East asunder,
The UN condemns and condemns and condemns!
O UN what a paradox you enflesh,
Bringing to the forefront
The anti-thesis -
‘United we stand, divided we fall’
To what insurmountable height you have taken
The human(un)kind, we have seen
Now anti-thetically we would like to fall
As ‘fair is foul, foul is fair’.
In your acronymic form
When in lower case
How prophetically you become
An ominous prefix!
UN, UN you are non-existent
An ethereal entity, a papier mache;
Ailan’s death has finally declared
You biologically dead.
Let this cenotaph be
Placed on top of UN HQ:
Here once architecturally stood
The divided conglomeration of Nations – the UN,
A metonymic entity
Proudly pronouncing human unyokability.
RIP, dear UN.
Categories:
conglomeration, sorrow,
Form:
Elegiac Lyric
Conglomeration of fragmented oil
Angry spirits burst forth
grotesque faces as on an
oil painting exploding all hopes
The angry beasts of yesteryears
Carelessness cease to care for
the incredible burden as
hopes fade away and life dies
Anger seeps into the millenium
crawl spaces of yesteryear and
holes of tomorrow to stare
irresponsibility in the face of bp
Oil spilled out in brains
And as a new light shines on trauma
for the holes of humanity.......
"Save the last of the last after the blast!"
And the Ocean cries out to cleanse itself
and rid itself of the anguish of the human
made fringe experience...out of the norm
of normal as America only truly is!
Categories:
conglomeration, angst
Form:
Free verse
Two Dogs at the Gateway
By Sy Roth
They slurped their saliva,
huge globs,
big, barking mouthfuls
dripping from their jowls like milky icicles
Teeth-bared lips,
They guarded the gateway.
Pleased by their vacated spittle,
their noses now sniffed the air, and
like a marching band of electric ants
they ogled the nearing invader.
Anew, the soppy, conglomeration of spittle
wells at their muzzles
forming a frothy milkshake
determined to expel the approaching trespasser.
His hands stretched out flat in peaceful kindness,
prophylactic, heavy-breathing
moseying him to the gateway
wraps him in a pulsing eagerness.
A satyr’s blessing upon him as he approaches
Where the two dogs growled ominous presentiments--
Twin Cerberuses,
Headache kin of dashed wishes.
Evening shadows stifle all desires.
Lips part in anticlimax.
He rolls to the other side
away from the yapping hounds,
away from the uncomfortable pauses,
away from the anticipation
onto a sterile, flattened field
where done yet reeks of a flaccid fantasy.
A grotesquery of mordant imagination
content to sleep on the other side of the booming roar
away from the slurping beasts,
he drops hands down to his side.
Tomorrows march on and the gateway,
a finale wrapped in the twins’ slurping,
slams shut.
Categories:
conglomeration, anxiety, death,
Form:
Free verse
“You won’t be satisfied’
-That was the voice i heard
and i turned the pages of the manuscript,
one by one;
and it featured the pearls impreganted to them
turning gold
dissecting the conglomeration of foresaken words
foxed by (un)bound faith,
berarted by depraved independence…..
i was apt to imagine,
the emblem of affable federalism
interfering the transmission from the scriptures,
The (--(SCRIPT)--)
Don’t shower any light on me
For i am afraid,
If i can make any pretence at eating;
You stony eyes; don’t gaze at me
i won’t be moved by your stagnant glare.
Six days ago,
it had rained heavily
-A Divine Rain.
And now,
Though the clouds of darkness
encompass the darkness,
there may not be a rain today
and sweat may again adhere to my body
pleading for its liberation from self.
Even with the door left ajar,
i will not enter the garden
experiencing severe drought
As i know for sure,
there are only a few white chessmen left
on the chess-board
spread across the cryptic sky.
The reverberations of enchanted hymns
dissolve in my ears,
plugging my veering mind,
drawing the thin atmosphere into nullity.
But…
For how long will I lie this frigid bed
obsessed with wounds,
resisting the warmth,
in the air of sustained captivity!?
I should arise now….
I must arise now
with my black apparels on
to see the Reverend old man guarding the pious fire
And I’ll make sure
my maid doesn’t wipe out
the blood-stains clung to the floor
For,
I’ve to come again to smoothen the wrinkled bed
and to depart,
forever….
Categories:
conglomeration, death, imagination, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
The nurse left work
At five-o-clock
Followed by a midget
In a floppy eared winter hat
Who looked something like
A small mixed breed dog
Caught between a Pit Bull Terrier
And a very old Mexican Chiwawa
This was the way it went
Every workday
For the last seven years
And unless you knew
That all of them worked together
At the county hospital
You would swear
That the circus was in town
It was an odd arrangement
As the management hired everyone
Sight unseen
According to their abilities
Not their appearance!
And in this small town
This particular hospital
Seemed to attract
An odd conglomeration of employees
From all four corners
Of the world
Returning home
To her small cold water flat
She put up a pot of hot water
And as it heated
Decided on a cup
Of herbal lemon-grass tea
Before settling into
A very old lazy-boy chair
Reaching over to the table
She flicked the replay button
On her answering machine
And listened to all her messages
Or should I have said
All “one” of her messages
“Hi Mrs. Smith” (it went on)
“We have a problem
With the last check you sent
Could you”…
A loud click sounded
As she hit the erase button
And the tape ran backwards
Stopping with a thud at the end
It was the same message
She had been receiving
Every day (weekends too!)
For the last three months
Still, there was nothing to do
Work was sparse
And she was told over and over
How lucky she was
To still be working!
Totally exhausted
It only took several minutes
After turning the TV on
Before she fell off
Into a sound peaceful sleep
Only to be jarred awake
By the shrill sound
Of her alarm clock
A quick shower
A change of clothes
And a microwave breakfast later
With very little
On her mind
She was out the door
And walking to the hospital
It took about ten minutes
For her to arrive at the ER
Where she greeted the guard
With a sleepy morning hello
As I watched her walk in
Followed by a midget
In a floppy eared winter hat
Who looked something like
A small mixed breed dog
Caught between a Pit Bull Terrier
And a very old Mexican Chiwawa
Categories:
conglomeration, repetition, sleep, work,
Form:
Prose
We're now into the year of twenty twenty three
And still there's no solution to see eye to eye
Will we learn since descending from the trees
Or are we everending to simply walk on by
Lifes global insecurities amidst epidemic rife
Whilst conglomeration greed suffocates souls
Lacerating lives like a dark alley flick knife
It'll never be for the poor, only richers goals
We're now into the year of twenty twenty three
It's been a year since two neighbours became
Will they learn since descending from the trees
Its the same old story, no one takes the blame
Lifes global insecurities amidst epidemic rife
Blatant corruption aplenty, food banks strive
As we read, the constant fueling, more strife
Knowing days, the next, accumulating lives
We're now into the year of twenty twenty three
Its all very well the few that can bunker down
Then, when everything else loses its voice
Were we mapped out, to our radiation drown.
Categories:
conglomeration, anger, corruption, earth, future,
Form:
Rhyme
Up,but Down…Part-1
This bus old as this rutted road
Panting to haul its sweaty load
Moves along the steep gradient
Of these hills stoutly determined
Raising to heights which although small
Are far like aeons beyond recall
To the place men and maps from yore
Call by a name now part of lore
It stops and ejects a lone man
Bearded, forlorn, bag and baggage
A petty forest official
Perhaps on punishment transfer
To these hills, unfeeling and cold
Where his ticket has taken him
Which could take him no further, no less
Away far away from sweet home
To where it’s for predators home.
It turns left, heaves off a U-turn
Climbs on to a conglomeration
Of tenements of refugees
From a strife-torn island, whose hopes
Are holding breath in another land
Uprooted amidst the rooted
All at sea amidst hardy rocks.
And returns to the highway where
The forest man still stands rooted
Aghast where he was offloaded
Like one of those gaunt and old trees
Failing to find his way to those
Who came before, missing the link
With the before and with the now.
Categories:
conglomeration, nature, old, old,
Form:
Narrative
Fate Of Mankind...
(this prognosticator ordains,
which if came to pass no brains)
necessary to impress any
goo goo dolls, nor swains!)
Cited in crosshairs of thermonuclear warfare
quite an about face from bursts of creativity,
yet omnipresent palpable threat everywhere
unlike sangfroid hermitage within Abbey air
habitués hosting religious peacemongers care
ring about spiritual well being, nsync by prayer
regular quotidian discipline dissociating scare
re: global apocalyptic genocidal holocaust sear
ring significant sinister malevolent electioneer
macabre mushroom clouds vitiating atmosphere
burnt offerings charred flora and fauna cohere
glommed together undifferentiated pulverized
conglomeration bespeaks devastated biosphere
survivors (if any) few and far between gallows
humor, sans mockery former Amazon billionaire
irrelevant wealth superfluous banked nightmare
*****sapiens like mummified zombies blinded by
light, eclipsed contaminated heavily sheltering sky
succor solemn deliverance bombed appallingly revere
inescapable damn earth bottled genii raiment austere
foretold prophecy regarding Doomsday clock spare
ring extra crispy char broiled ribs aplenty profiteer
awaiting her/him able to make a killing apprenticed
savvy entrepreneur opportunity, though no cashier
to pay, hence former Trumpeting strictly volunteer
job with bone fried benefits superior than Medicare
accompanied by death as fine companion buddy sincere
need not be grave concern, so minus annihilation and air
choking stench, viz total extinction moonscape sphere
flora obliterated only scorched landmarks thoroughfare,
humongous bajillion shades of gray cremated vaporware
vague hint former edifice Taj Mahal wanting consigliere
so opportunities galore to look as smoking hot fleshpot
overactive imagination helpful to conjure all in the
family Maude Lynn good times MASHup of yesteryear!
Categories:
conglomeration, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Verse