Best Congregated Poems
Last night I wandered past your total disregard
And walked forlorn
Stark insecurity amplified
Still I walked , my usual forebearance uncomplied
Upon furthermost the distance between us elongated
The sustenance of forgotten stores inside me generated
I was venerated - nay subjugated
Of these morsels congregated
And fed me through those inkblack nights
In dewfall of the quiet
Inside unheard the rebel riots
As my breath became a billion
As my fears that I embraced
Loosed themselves and fearing fled
Melting in the murky bellows
Did I find my standing there...
Naked but for meekness laced
Forgotten was my fear
I needs you dId not anymore
Nor your disregard this doggone day
Not dejected as before
Only sin has me surrounded
And soon encircled dissappears,decays
Unclothed in limped insignificance
Nothing said ...
So still your body lies
One lone rose tumbled from the basket,
the same as the others but set apart
All were beautiful. They congregated
in one basket, these Southern belles,
but she, with her pink cheeks, tumbled,
she’d cut her ties. She loved them, indeed,
but not exclusively. No one was there
to hold her by the hand. She knew
and cared about the world out there.
all the southern belles
beautiful, adorned in pink ~
one lone rose cut ties
She’d end up in a beautiful bouquet,
dusted off, picked up from the floor.
She was the bride’s favorite - was she
something new or something old?
She wasn’t sure - it didn’t matter,
she was used for a moment in time,
carried as the piano played, as
the crowd stood to admire the bride.
how the bouquet served,
open to severed flower ~
the pride of the bunch
Puffed-up in the part she played.
The lovely pink dustable would be saved,
dried, sprayed. She was loved, as surely
as if she was the velveteen rabbit, boxed
up - almost nearly ever gawked at. Her
favorite time was when a little girl, who
looked so much like the bride of years-
gone-by, opened the box and picked her up.
surprise opening
admired, crushed, and scattered rose
a little girl laughs
She was admired and crushed and
a puckered up lady scooped her up
and kissed her over and over again
telling her of her favorite flower - a foundling
she admired even with its scattered petals.
kisses are gathered
strewn on the cheeky lassie ~
she’s a gift of life
She gave one petal to the mischievous girl -
“God bless you! May this grow into
a pretty bouquet, special and unique.
I’ve been so blessed, dear one.
May your life be so blessed too.”
understanding not
but love was never forgot
for girl’s heart was full
Then the worn out rose saw the old
bride kiss her granddaughter, again,
as they laughed and the girl’s cheeks
turned an eternal pink, taking on the hue
of reignited petals. She would stand apart
from the rest, though she loved them all
would serve the world. Her name was Rose.
her namesake of old
ruffled, lacy, magi’s gift
a blessing from God
9/1/2022
Quietness upon the face,
Silence and loneliness,
Land before time,
Before living things existed,
Sadness as my waters ran through the earth,
Was my voice the only thing to be heard?
As I swelled and ebbed,
Swished back and forth,
Was I alone as I sadly moved?
Was my story over before it started?
I ran through the earth looking for life,
Through the mountains to the highest peaks,
Over the desolation through the land,
Congregated every teardrop into large seas
My tears filled every part of the earth
Sadness as my heart became an open ocean,
I realized that I had great power,
A gushing force as I quickly moved,
I was unstoppable and determined,
As my adventures of roaming became exciting,
The earth began to drink of my waters,
A great light shining down,
Began pulling me up towards the skies,
Something very dramatic happening,
Breathtaking!
As I hung around in great clusters of clouds,
Looking down upon the earth,
Beauty astounding and thrilling,
Until a great crash of thunder,
Crashed through splitting bursting into
Millions of tiny droplets,
I fell to the earth,
With exhilarating freshness,
Hitting the ground at great speeds,
Continued flowing on my journey,
Into the rivers then back home to my sea,
As I looked up to the sky
Great colors burst into a rainbow,
Life began creating,
Smaller than the eye could see,
As surely then up to the tallest trees,
Earth drank of my rivers
As the poetry in the river ran free.
01/05/2016
After many cold winters, they met again,
Under the poplar tree on a starry moonlit night.
Though they had planned it over many a time,
It came to fruition after such long lapse of years.
Once they loved as no lovers could ever
In devotion, never had they faltered, never once failed,
But fate was sadly against this star-crossed pair,
And the young lovers had to part ways in pain.
Once again, the old classmates congregated,
Precisely at the same campus under the same tree
Though years have wrinkled its aged bark,
Still, it bears the indelible mark of a heart pierced by an arrow
To its cover they have been drawn once more
Not to renew their bond or weave fresh dreams,
But just to see and feel once and never more,
For a fleeting second to be in love’s prison bound.
An eloquent silence lingered deep.
The celestial bodies stood in breathless anticipation.
From the sepulchered past, dead worlds awoke.
They knew, separation had only accentuated their love.
Alas! Nothing could their severed lives entwine
Neither a kiss nor an embrace, the shattered years combine
Yet once more they put their arms around.
And for the last time they looked at each other.
Perhaps, they meant this as their last gesture of love,
Hoping its memory would fuel them when weary,
With eyes blurred and moistened with tears,
And billows of emotion rising sky high.
Fearing they would lose their composure,
Abruptly they turned their wan faces away.
Without another word of goodbye,
They walked away into the stillness of the night!
On The Prairie
Congregated on the prairie western clear with beasts
Cowboy chews tobacco, swirls black liquid, spits
Projectile clean, target hit, lizard quick
Long tongued creature stunned
No time to snatch a timid bug
So much hungry love undone
Reptile rolls over rounded rock pin ball like
Looks both ways before crossing into dark
Cowpoke silhouetted, floated on campfire
Smiles Clint Eastwood style
Slips a small stogie through cracked dry lips
Moves it from left to right
Lights it, inhales harsh life
Jagged teeth, yellow, tinted by time
Clinched while he thinks about old wars
A warrior down to the core
Grins at the beans bubbling up
Old iron skillet and the western sky
Gazes at the long lost stars through smoke
Shakes sand off hat and boots when done
Speaks not a single word
But with a sigh he rises and rides off
Destroy thine own brother in abject apathy
taking up arms 'midst conquering expectancy,
invoking howls of contemptible thunder
neath skies' transparency beyond trepidation,
battles' plundering captures naught of stability
nor intervention from otherworldly gods
predisposed towards earthly universal unity,
persecuting soil's divinity neath aggregate exploits
incalculable hunger upon grounds' domination,
tears were purged in the name of unholy ascendancy
deliver us from susceptible evil men chanting war cries,
congregated in humanity's blood spoils on fire
hailing flared atomic detonations' nuclear nightmare
Trumped midst castle's undeniably delusional rhetoric
Ultimately ascertained, entities' faith shall resoundingly be diminished
casting down divine dispensation bestowed pon the wrath of mankind
Tongues loose, tongues in a hangman’s noose
Wag without care to declare nonsense
As wisdom salvaged from the sluice
Where nonsense whacked common sense
Lost in a sea of error whose terror
Harmed victims concealed by protagonists who opted to promote
The cult of nonsense whose defence mirror
Plunged into reverse gears that chose to demote
Common sense when tongue waggers
Congregated in an occult cabal to upgrade gossiping skills
As though grapevine daggers
Staggered upper echelons of wisdom whose quills
Spilled reason in dark corners where tongue waggers shared nonsense seeds
Plus fertilizers of idleness and the icing on cakes of lies
Whose taste on tongues that wagged feeds
Total belief in naked gossip sties
Tied malfeasants together tighter
The better for them to wage war on common sense and desecrate workplace etiquette
Which is anathema to tenets of ultimate gossipers rate lighter
Than curses the wisdom ticket
That caught gossipers red handed munching grapevine beans
While sharing tins and pins of sins
For which gossipers scrambled when grapevine means
Came under close scrutiny when truth queens
Declared grapevines illegal in Wisdom Land
Where any culprit convicted of spreading gossip propaganda
Would be stripped of the royal brand
And punished for the gossip blunder
Committed without shame
To discredit the truth and integrity
In solemn worship of the blame name and claim
Would be sent to Coventry for eternity.
"canon service"
“We follow the rules here”, he said incorruptibly
like he was untainted as holy water
from the incorruptible font,
he had an upward inflection in his voice
at the end of every punctuated point,
delivered like a canon service
his gun and bullets were larger
apparently...he was high, the pulpit lofty
far above the soaped-up sinners
some of us inside were grinning
too much alter wine
he was probably juiced,
then unctuously he shared his fat sermon
as if to convey to the congregated
a good and proper sluicing,
the service was poetic
no hymns in this church
salvation tamborines
to beat the devils out,
some of us inside were grinning
Candide Diderot. ‘23
canon.
cannon.
Long ago,the guinea fowls congregated
Clourfully and innumerably
And sang sweet songs
And played in the savanah
They sang for the for the antelopes
To leap and dance in the beautiful grass lands
The farm boys listened and danced too
And their hearts were merry
At night around the fire the folk tales were interesting;
The wild dogs barked ;
The nightjars called peacefully;
The owls clamorous,booming hoot was heard
The starry fireflies flashed in courtship elaborate dances
But the conflagrations came
And swept across the grass lands and bushvelds
The axemen were merciless ;
And by their millions the trees were severed
The poachers were ruthless
And the animals wild knew not more peace
The guinea fowls were poisoned
The nature loving farm boys beheld
All this chapter in heavy hearted silence
The guinea folws and other song birds
Shall never sing again
And the times shall never be better again.
Henrietta Tweedy
1886 – 1907
I was always taught that good news puts fat on the bones.
And I was taught by my strict Christian father
That before honor comes true humility.
I remember picking the Valencia’s one summer afternoon
And hearing him say
That the winners in life are the givers,
And that a foolish man always despises his mother.
And after services on Sundays,
I can still remember all of us congregated
In the sparse dining room
There on California Street,
Eating mother’s delectable starchy dinners
With my father in white starched shirt
Saying the “grace” before meals,
And ending the prayer, saying:
“A soothing tongue is a tree of life.”
I loved life and I loved God.
And that is all I can say
Here in my lonely grave.
Except,
Roscoe Settle was a thief.
He was the thief of my heart and of my soul.
He was the only one for me.
And I was the only one for him
And that’s the God’s honest truth.
We met on a Thursday evening at dusk in 1904
And his lips found my lips
His blue gentle eyes healed my spiritual blindness
Like Christ by the well
When he met her,
The thirsty woman from Samaria.
And I saw him on the road to Montebello Heights that long ago day
And little did I know it then,
That would be the last time
I was to see Roscoe Settle alive.
Pray for me all kindred souls of the day.
Pray for me as I set loose the atoms
Of a million milliseconds of human time.
Life demands nothing from us
Except,
To die.
It is the ultimate act of humility.
It is the ultimate act of final humanity.
And I am truly honored now
As the worms greedily gnaw
Upon the fat of my bones.
I am the epitome of my existence
I do my own thing unlike others and thats what makes me different
If u dont like what u are hearing then close your ears
but if you do then listen
Because i may be spittin something that you are missing.
SOme are waiting to rise
while i have already risen
and i have dealt with the scars from your inflicted incisions
NOw i spit many bars and some say i spit prisons
My regurgitated
words are rated
far worse than curse words are stated
and if you dont like my verse' words then hate it
because my complex verbiage make the mind feel complicated
Complexly rated
Maliciously compensated
now my thoughts have congregated
My knowledge grade A 100% concentrated
Poetry is my sixth sense and that what makes me different
And that is why i am the epitome of my existence!!!
A squirrel died on my front lawn.
I saw it fall,
As warm and round as an overripe peach.
I heard it land, like an olive dropped on hard wood,
splayed in a spot where passers-by
looked away on purpose.
Flies congregated,
brushed their legs against each other.
I canceled a dinner party because of the smell:
a low noisome hum
thick as sulphur on the head of a match just burnt,
sour as eggs.
My stomach curled low into my hips
when I searched the air outside my window,
perversely sniffing.
Swollen flies met in congress,
they rubbed their legs together,
trying to start a fire.
Naked Subjugation
Last night I wandered past your total disregard
And walked forlorn
Stark insecurity amplified
Still I walked , my usual forbearance uncomplied
Upon furthermost the distance between us elongated
The sustenance of forgotten stores inside me generated
I was venerated - nay subjugated
Of these morsels congregated
And fed me through those ink-black nights
In dew fall of the quiet
Inside unheard the rebel riots
As my breath became a billion
As my fears that I embraced
Loosed themselves and fearing fled
Melting in the murky bellows
Did I find my standing there...
Naked but for meekness laced
Forgotten was my fear
I needs you did not anymore
Nor your disregard this doggone day
Not dejected as before
Only sin has me surrounded
And soon encircled disappears, decays
Unclothed in limped insignificance
Nothing said ..
So still your body lies
Copyright © Jannie Breedt | Year Posted 2017
sand congregated
sandcastle build, fantasy…
swept away by wind
Remembering simpler times through photography
When most entertainment was unelectrified,
Before the golden age of complex technology
Little was known of intricate human psychology.
When most entertainment was unelectrified,
Families quickly congregated when someone died
Little was known of intricate human psychology,
Behaving ourselves was considered dignified.
Families quickly congregated when someone died
Much time was spent exploring family genealogy,
Behaving ourselves was considered dignified
Afront of the slightest sort demanded an apology.
Much time was spent exploring family genealogy
Only the most affluent could travel across the pond,
Afront of the slightest sort demanded an apology
Now we travel around the world and even beyond.
Only the most affluent could travel across the pond
Before the golden age of complex technology,
Now we travel around the world and even beyond
Remembering simpler times through photography.
Written January 28, 2022