Best Consolidated Poems
They place my vowel
Under barren landscape
Sipping from cracked porcelain cup
Of an alienated heartbeat
Devilish grins
Slapping Karma’s bottom,
A quarterback’s misguided win
Liar’s prophetic retinas glaze
With metric, disciplinary ruler
They place my consolidated lyric
On upper hand
Of cubic zirconium petulance
Their torn, lanolin coated tissue
Degrading polyester embedded uniform
Mislead by “savior’s” belief
A desolate embodiment of character
They observe me
With cherry coated pupils
Through rusty, iron bars
Its frosty echoes
Portraying fickle sonatas in these stale winds
Yet,
My ambient tear
Is simply a hoax for their recycled victory
Holding wooden spoon against my waist
Ready to crawl
©Drake J. Eszes
The concerned politician was running for re-election
But a very cool, steamy sex scandal he struggled to hide
He used his thick, bald head to provide some harmful protection
By taking a scholarly, dim-witted babe to be his bride
By hiding appearances this loser won the seat he sought
But the love/hate relationship with his former mate went on
Under cover, above reproach the governorship he bought
The wickedly good scheme went awry, the lover suddenly gone
In the shadows of limelight his true love would no longer stay
The powerless governor didn’t want his private life public
And his charming, boring wife soon suspected there’d been foul play
Lying alone in her separate room made her healthy heart sick
A sleazy, reputable reporter showed her photographs
Of her husband and his lover in a platonic embrace
When confronted, the governor made a fortuitous gaff
Laughing contritely, he told his wife their love he’d not debase
But well-intentioned cons have a way of gleaming through darkness
For the long-lost mate found his way to the governor’s mansion
Startled resignation on his wife’s face so expressionless
To explain he was gay led to consolidated expansion
The news was revealed, the governor was forced into hiding
For he was no longer viewed as a truthful politician
He’d not been upfront, but back down in a closet confining
And he’d risen to downfall with a concealed revelation
*For Kristin’s “Oxymoronic” contest
On the edge of a shower beneath gray skies,
All the leaves are still with a sense of calmness
On this summer day, cooled down after the heat
The flowers wait for a drink, as birds chirp in the woods
If only everyone could capture this moment
Not a worry amidst nature’s granted peace
These are the times to capture while they last
These are the times to seek all to fill the soul
Like pieces of a puzzle, completing life with fulfillment
Only found in this bountiful creation granted to us
Years of pieces, moments consolidated in memories
These are the times
Heidi Sands
7/1/21
Placed with one of the 1st placements. July 2 Poetry Contest
Meaningless squiggles and wiggles
Noted for decades
Without collaborated meaning
Rosetta Stone discovered at last
The missing correlation
Brilliance of a Wise mind
Ancient abstract squiggles
Consolidated wiggles
Revealed under desert sand
Proof of ones or ones
Who cared and dared shared
Translation key to the world
MOTHER GHANA
I was told about your retrospect, after that scene, I burst into tears. I learned they came to genuflect like angels and took away your possessions. They dehumanized your progeny like animals. They dragged them as if they wanted to tear. Your progeny toiled just for us to cheer. They (the visitors) hypocritically played the drum expecting your progeny to dance. Your progeny suffered for my emancipation especially when the visitors wanted their nod consolidated. Your bold progeny tried come hell or high water to get it emasculated, but the more they tried, the more it got devastated. They fed your progeny and told them to regurgitate. They forced them with the rod anytime they tried to hesitate. They (the visitors) searched the brave among your progeny and escorted them to the grave. Wherever the deceased are, I pray the creator keeps their souls. You suffered but the battle ended. We thank those who toiled their blood and passed through all holes. We live confidently because of their fight. I couldn't stand the sight when I watched pictographic scenes of the battle. We were discarded but have been found. Today is your day for you were freed this day. Although I am happy, I am sad and I hope you know why. You were freed long ago but as if we have reached an impasse, we can't go. Anytime I think about it, I have no option than to sigh. Your present progeny need to wake up and work relentlessly, for your name should climb higher than I can see. You deserve the world's priority for you suffered immensely. It is unequivocal that your womb is blessed. We see bloody things in your neighbor's houses but we live happily on your compound. Awake present progeny and make your mother proud. You have tried but looking at your mother's grief, it is very minimal............HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY TO ALL GHANIANS
She’s a daughter of those West Virginia hills.
Each morning she comes down from the holler,
And catches the bus going to another county.
She goes to a fancy, newly consolidated school
Some of the teachers think she’s a slow learner
Her shyness punctuated by a bothersome lisp,
On the playground, however, she’s in demand
For her slow pitch is even better than grand,
With each strikeout her whistle is low and crisp
She convinces her skeptics; she’s a page turner,
And she knows the meaning of The Golden Rule.
Not given to girlish ways, she’ll never be dainty
In the face of adversity, no youngster is calmer,
She’s a daughter of those West Virginia hills.
written January 26, 2022
[my unique Reverse Rhyme
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He had do fight all odds
A man of unbreakable idealism
Alone with his ideas
A mysterious death at high sea
The truth will never be known
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Gegen alle Widerstände
Ein Mann mit ungebrochenem Idealismus
Alleine mit seinen Ideen
Mysteriöser Tod auf hoher Sea
Die Wahrheit wird niemand erfahren
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En lucha contra todas probabilidades
Un hombre de idealismo irrompible
Solo con sus ideas
Una muerte misteriosa en alta mar
La verdad nunca será conocida
Note: Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel, 1858-1913, was a German engineer and the inventor of
the Diesel engine. He spent his youth until 1870 in Paris and surroundings. When being
extradited after the start of the German-French-War in 1870, Diesel and his family left for
London. He as a child travelled alone to Augsburg, Germany were he lived for five years
with his uncle and went to school there. He started studies of mechanical engineering in
1875 in Munich and applied for a patent of a „New and economical power engine“ at the
Emperial Patent-Office in Berlin. From 1908 on he developed the first functional model of
his engine with the financial assistance of the Krupp company. In January 1898 the first
factory for Diesel engines was built in Augsburg, Germany. A Diesel Engine Company was
inaugurated by autumn 1900 in London. The first motor vessels with a Diesel engine were
built in 1903. Diesel was at a state of bad health due to numerous patent-lawsuits. He was
not a good businessman and lost his complete fortune. On September 29th Diesel boarded the
mail-vessel Dresden to cross the Channel for Harwich to participate in a meeting of the
„Consolidated Diesel Manufacturing Ltd.“ in London. He seemed to be in a good manner when
he was last seen on board of the ship. On October 10th 1913 the crew of a Dutch
government pilot ship saw a body drifting in the water at heavy sea. As the body was
highly decomposed, the crew only got hold of some personal belongings (a pastille box,
purse, pocket knife and a spectacle case) which were later identified as Diesel's
belongings by his son Eugen. The real cause of his death was never clarified and his
dependants never believed in suicide, but in murder to steal Diesel's ideas. So his death
is still remains a mystery.
for Anna Akhmatova
This is easy living
Waiting for the Muse to arrive
whispering sweet lullabies
into my plume
You may get a bout
of insomnia, or
wake up before sunrise, or
stay up into
the wee hours
of the night
But it's all part
of the scenario,
the mysterious existence
that transforms the mundane
into kaleidoscopic dreams,
magnificent realities
consolidated onto parchment
or logged into your laptop,
into the realm
of earthly concrete.
All aboard the Rhode Island Line!
We're guaranteed to be on time
Grab your suitcase, grab your coat
Let the railroad be your host
Write a postcard, you will boast
about what you've seen from coast to coast!
We will make the traffic wait
stuck behind a crossing gate
Boxcars, hoppers, and sleeping cars
strung together, and going far
rumbling down the railroad track
Don't bother looking back
Up the slippery slope
Engine takes the lead
Picking up some speed
Convoluted smoky trails
Consolidated silver tails
Contemplating railroad tales
Whistles blast!
Whizzing past!
Gone!
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10/17/14 For Andrea's "I Don't Know" Contest
If you were to embrace me one moment,
I would melt in the fissures of your throbbing prestidigitation
My heart would dare not let me see the poison you excrete
My mind would make excuses, to be in your arms again
Devil! how you break me down so lovingly,
With fingers so candid on my gyrating frame
I am frightened by the chords you play on me
With those magic lips and that impassioned tongue
I befall speechless as I clutch you
Your auspicious words keep me partially consolidated,
As I tremble with every whisper in this gelatinous agitation
I mean to divorce my pleading fervor so that I may breathe
And overcome this pressing desire to please you
Devil! how you weigh me down so blithely,
I cringe, and I recoil—you merely close in
With certainty you plunge unwavering
Your sorcery slaying all of my resistance
If I were to embrace you again,
The fires of promise you enchant me with would die, and slowly
The ice of your soulful lies would shatter my mind, so fixedly
And my stubborn heart would cry, cursedly,
“You have endured thus far, and forever always!”
trapped in the category of basic feelings, attesting to the functional regularity of the average human and demonstrating the crystal-clear predictability of their secular behavior, hatred, love, envy and jealousy consolidated practically all the advance and retreat of a race that eternally gravitates around its own navel, growing at the limit of the satisfaction of instincts and collapsing to the exact extent and at the time when it judges itself full and satiated, ignoring or comfortably avoiding understanding that both transcendence and evolution require the uprising of satiety, since this in everything resembles resignation and cowardice.
“Anything can be achieved if you set your mind to it.”
Kim was born with the rare disease Poland’s syndrome,
Which means that he has abnormal or missing muscles,
On the left side of his chest wall, but surgery did tone.
A student of Medicine and Surgery at Leeds University,
He was a proud junior, the Under-13 level World No. 2,
In the sport of table tennis, ‘cos it's speed and closeness,
Instantly excited him when he tried it at nine, it had hue.
He made his international debut in 2008 at age sixteen,
And won lots of gold medals, came fourth at the Euros,
In 2011, which took him onto the London Paralympics,
Which are set in him as his epic, life-changing clothes.
So at the Slovenia Open in 2013, Kim won the bronze,
And then at the European Championships in the singles,
He made the quarter finals, but then at the Belgian Open,
He took the gold in the class 10 of the singles with ingles.
2014 saw him win a silver at the Slovenian Open again,
And then when he travelled to the Cote d’Azur to compete,
In their International, Kim consolidated his choice talent,
By stylishly taking the gold in the singles, a victory sweet.
Kim took a year off his studies in 2015 to prepare for Rio,
And in 2016 at Italy’s Lignano Master Open, determiner,
He secured a bronze in the singles, so Rio was certain,
There he reached the singles, team quarters: a winner.
You're rolling in the green right now,
lying naked on a bed of lettuce
Got those nubile maids milking the cash cow,
as you float on tequila dreams,
thinking it's gonna last forever
Money laundering machine
keeps churning out
counterfeit business window dressing
While you sit on your bullet-riddled throne
with a drug kingpin flair
You killed the last man who sat there,
in that blood-red leather chair
Violence consolidated the business,
now everything is in your hands
Got yourself surrounded by a bunch of yes servants
No one to dare tell you
whatcha' doing is wrong
Who questions a man who sits on a bloody throne
Shop's open is the street song
24/7 traffic all day long
The money flowing in so fast
has to stay off the books
So you're now hiring
the best accountant cooks
You're now hiring
the best laundromat staffing
Those who know how to launder that money clean,
turn it into legit stock holdings
Got yourself surrounded by a bunch of silent, head nodding people
No one to dare tell you
whatcha' doing is wrong
No one to tell you
all that money laundering
ain't never gonna wash your sins clean
You never hired no one to tell you the truth ---
that your killing days are numbered,
and your soul ain't bulletproof
Submersion Connections
The water heaved and sighed with the gathering force of self while
the tug positioned to push, pull, hold.
The mammoth engineering marvel,
rose like the Phoenix with the grace of Shamu,
antenna first
then bridge
finally the deck
The round port hole unwinds.
On the dock are,
two women and a man
The women she,
confuses, flusters and amazes the man,
In a glorious way!
Completing his being and upsetting his,
reality impressions.
The reality he always thought was true and only,
their emotional, physical, spiritual and,
historical selves are dynamic like the name of the ship USS Dynamic.
A composite of every:
• Girl
• Women
• Mother
• Lover
• Goddess
• Witch
• Vamp
• Teacher
• Whore
From brunette to blond.
From redhead to auburn.
From Cindy O to Patty S.
Christine C to Tanya R.
And back,
from forth
? Plump
? Skinny
The Anima essence reflections intoxicate him
But consistently calm
A feeling tone of
Peace resolved
With facets like diamonds
The mission is to,
reconnect!
Without a connect all,
Energy is gone
Relationships gone,
Fellowship gone,
The pain of hunger gone,
Anticipation of love gone,
The release of laughter gone,
Mortal reassurance of pain gone,
Knowledge of being gone.
The water is deep and dangerous,
just below,
our fears swim with our own self hatred.
But the wires are severed and that’s where they lie as,
deep in our subconscious,
a dangerous place for anyone to try.
You enter the vessel,
Cleansed and baptized from,
eons of anticipation and preparation and,
the sub supplies safety and comfort,
for the process of healing
Connections are made:
o Soldered
o Tested
o Insulated
The three souls are merged, mixed, consolidated and rectified,
beyond recognition and memory.
One Archetype where,
the power flows,
the meter spins where,
balanced achieved and,
calmness reigns,
once again.
At last!
move over make motions for more
seems the same chapter approaches the shore
history on repeat like a skipping record score
to my life movies pickled and cored
struck my nerves but in tune with a chord
tri tones raise my hair soon too forward
against the grain of my neck craned and torn
I complain about storms till the drains foreign
uh oh let it flow, catch my drift or just let me go
I got no translation for me in my zone
I happen to perform well on my own
It's not as simple as a poetic form
my desire to be kinetic since I was born
sympathetic to the challengers
to match my norm, if you sat in your dorm
meant to be just a so long As
I'm being chased by horns
driven to the ground, combustion from the pressures
muscled out the members, consolidated with embers
tinker with the ventures, till my circle encircles the center
inertia usurping certain pretenders