Best Convolute Poems
He deems the ways and dares to understand,
a measure of a love that went astray,
from libelled forces, which compelled his hand,
to lies, and morals left to slow decay.
No one forgo or risk refute her right,
a stubborn choice is seldom steered by sense.
To cease callow mishaps from leaving blight .
sound case to aid her act of self-defence.
Yet, who can purge despair from a man’s soul,
who boldly baulked against such mortal deed?
His choice dismissed as outside his control,
no matter pleading creed, indeed, his breed.
Such anguish will forever convolute
because abstracts are never absolute.
06.27.21
You are free to choose, but you are not free to alter the consequences of your decision
– Ezra Taft Benson (politician)
Categories:
convolute, abortion, anxiety, lost love,
Form:
Sonnet
It need not rhyme, it need not flow
It need no essence of truth
Just proliferate, exaggerate
And be sure to convolute
With flexous and circuitous jargon, fruiton soon to find
Scholars will praise your erudition,and vilipend the simple of mind
It need not passion, it need not soul
It need not emotion convey
For imperious wordsmiths write verse to cajole
With nothing of substance to say
Just aberrate,divigate, affirm you wish not to profess
Just cloak, conceal, as you disseminate your page's emptiness
It need not sorrow, it need not elation
It not your mind reveal
Words are just wasted with no explanations
Nihility holds no appeal
Exacerbate, exasperate, as fading tales of yore
Leave you unremembered for your words are too obscure
Categories:
convolute, on writing and words,
Form:
Rhyme
Hiya, Bin doodling some lines over the
last few weeks, decided to post to see if
anyone shares my way of thinking .
Notes to Self on Poetry Writing
On the beginning
Is easy as the first line hit’s the page
Then comes the falters of the language rage
Inspired in a flash then blunts the brain
That blots the copy, leaves a filthy stain
How maddening, this crazy convolute
Contrived to keep all fixed and absolute
On the desire
For drama free, add, ad nauseam
No good was ever written by the glum
Nor happy hearts whom on fair wind would sail
Is needed more, to face uncertain gale
The chopping of the heart, the soul left bare
Live life and then return, with truth to share
On content
Oh yes be sure, unburden of that load
That weighs so heavy going down life’s road
Take care to leave no mystery unturned
Written well, then pleasure you have earned
Be Narcissus, Venus, maybe even Thor
But for PS sake, never be a bore
On ending
Confetti words strewn like varnished rain
Be set in place, the hordes to entertain
By chance alone, one mortal you may reach
That has not read a very similar speech
Then as the final dash and dot, be penned
Be wondering, do I write or I pretend
On reviews
Would Poe, his patience short, be long remain?
No doubt, of me would slate and scream disdain
Or Shakespeare, even in his lightest mood
Describe my efforts as, criminally crude
And Pope, be sitting there with shaking head
His thought, I write this comment but with dread
Hahaha, much like you are now I expect.
Categories:
convolute, poetry, writing,
Form:
Couplet
It’s in the dictionary: disambiguate.
It reminds me of Bush’s misrememberate,
a word that always makes me hyperventilate
and sometimes even makes me discombobulate.
They’re words for those who want to circumambulate
proven facts. Politicians overcompensate
with sesquipedalians to overcompensate
for ideas they’d rather not disambiguate.
They also tiptoe as they circumambulate,
or say, “Oh, I guess I must misremeberate.
That liberal press just makes me discombobulate
and more than once it’s made me hyperventilate.”
It is not abnormal to hyperventilate
when one’s stumped and trying to overcompensate
while working so hard not to discombobulate,
worried that someone’s going to disambiguate
his harangue. Then he’ll claim to misrememberate,
or convolute the truth and circumambulate
it if he can. If he can’t circumambulate
embarrassing stuff, he might hyperventilate,
which sometimes causes him to misrememberate
the lies he’s spewed. So then he’ll overcompensate
and slip in some truth that might disambiguate
the ambiguity and discombobulate
his campaign. Then his hopes to discombobulate
the electorate and to circumambulate
the truth will be dashed. If folks disambiguate
his thoughts, all he can do is hyperventilate,
although, he doesn’t want to overcompensate
and say he’s been known to misrememberate.
The admission that he might misrememberate
could lead voters to think he’ll discombobulate
under pressure. He’d rather overcompensate
by making up stuff that will circumambulate
the simple truth and make you hyperventilate
and just too distracted to disambiguate.
Politicians overcompensate, misrememberate.
If you disambiguate, they’ll circumambulate,
discombobulate and then hyperventilate.
Categories:
convolute, satire, me, me, truth,
Form:
Sestina
Mischievous Puck,
your flower has once again struck
where it should not.
Beguiling the eyes and the minds to love those
that they should not.
Oh! Wicked Robin,
how dare you convolute something
so precious into a farce.
Making my love into your game
with players to take me down.
My dear Goodfellow,
i shall not play this game of yours, for my heart is at stake.
But with this rook coming for the queen,
the king evading, and the fair knight distracted from his duty...
what choice do I have?
Little Fairy-
i shall break your rook if you continue to advance it!
My white knight shall ride to me eventually
-and if my knight is lost-
then for certain i shall capture the king.
Silly fae-
if my knight is not lost then he shall become king
for it is this queen's decision and not yours
as to what moves i make inside the court of play.
Did I mention?
Checkmate
Categories:
convolute, life, love, love, me,
Form:
Looking mighty cute
Dressed in a suit
He was on route
To pick up a loot
Ever so resolute
Arrived at the institute
He thought he heard them call him a cloot
Or maybe it was a galoot
He really wasn’t absolute
These days his hearing is acute
They said he had to wait over by the chute
They had something to compute
Just a problem to troubleshoot
So they had themselves a moot
He thought they meant we don’t give a hoot
Meanwhile after adjusting his boot
He sat and ate both halves of a grapefruit
Then while waiting he played his flute
With his good eye watching things convolute
He too has his moments to be astute
They looked intensely involute
The teller in her jumpsuit was a beaut
The manager a snoot and a brute
He could tell by their salute
They were in cahoot’
Hold’it! Hit the pause or press the mute
His patience growing ever so minute
He could tell there’d been a fraudulent substitute
Persecute Prosecute There’s going to be a lawsuit
Someone’s been tempted by the forbidden fruit
Submitted on December 21, 2018 for contest BUNNY JUMP HONEY LUMP FUNNY CHUMP sponsored by CAREN KRUTSINGER - RANKED 3RD
Originally posted on February 17, 2018
Categories:
convolute, adventure, humorous, silly,
Form:
Monorhyme
She was beautiful like the rainbow.
Her fragrant smiling words of luminance. .
Unleashed adrenaline into his mind..
with tactile thoughts of proximal paradise.
His five senses collaborated a screenplay. ..
with billions of brilliant tangled neurons.
He imagined... .the fantasy of being in love.
But deep in the sky of his heart..
Gathered dark chasing clouds.
Storms of rain, snow, sand, fire..
swirled up the grey matter.
The trident crooned,... "Probably","Possibly", "Surely"..
Temperature rises to drop the pressure..
A storm breaks inside the brain.
The folds and crease immerse in chaotic squall.
Pulverises the pernicious clouds.
Thunderstorms rumble loud.
Sparks of lightning flicker.
Perfidious friction is now visible.
Resonance of sight and sound.
In ledger of brain transactions drowned.
A sullen algebra of equations..
with iterations of sixth sense
convolute a restless nexus of unknown variables.
With fearless freedom, the brain breaks and shakes..
A hurricane of frustration. .
A tornado of desperation. .
Yes..He endured the disruptive baritone storm.
It crashed him hard..
He muttered, " It's just a passing crush ".
A thick blanket wraps and obscures the windows of his eyes.
The impending rain peacefully waits for the sun..
for the beautiful rainbow of true love
16th October 2018.
Placed 3rd WIN position in the contest.
Submitted for BRAINSTORM poetry contest sponsored by John Hamilton.
Contest description: 1 original, poem on the theme of BRAINSTORM , an inside compassionate view into a fractured mind; the winning poem will be full of emotion and drama. Minimum 12 lines maximum 40 lines. Free verse is only acceptable form.
Categories:
convolute, beautiful, break up, crush,
Form:
Free verse
If the anchorage of the wayward mind is unsteady
Unbound from the righteous roots of sanctified soul
In the dislodging thrust of the upwelling desires
The untamed instincts rush feral on sordid trail.
The unbridled mind turns into a predator animal
Breaks away from the shackles of virtuous sanity
Chases the prey on the track made by brutal craving
The basic instincts morph into entities base and virile.
Deflected from the course shown by the moral compass
Time plunges the being in the vortex of vicious storm
Breaking it down into discarded debris of wreckage
While the voice of God echoes in conscience unheard.
Life is the embodiment of the unique existence
The construct of divine elements almighty chooses
Manifest magnificently suffused with heavenly essence
Within the trinity of coalescing body, mind and soul.
Beneath the surface of perceptive mortal senses
The mind builds all the dreams it desires to see
Allured by aspirations into the dark unawareness
It suffers wandering in the wilderness of barren life.
Under the convolute layers of the clouded mind
At the sinister inner depth resides the gloomy soul
Until awareness dawns with the light of eternal truth
Builds unbetrayed the holy linkage with the absolute.
Travelling on the enlightened pathway of devout life
An inward journey to the sacred sanctum of spiritualism
Takes the soul to the ultimate destination of liberation
Where consciousness perceives the meaning of existence.
___________________
April 19, 2022
Contest : Soul Betrayal
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
convolute, desire, devotion, god, life,
Form:
Free verse
Submerged in the flood of maddening crowd,
I see a verdant valley carved out
within the lonesome me drifting away,
displaced from the still stratum of sound
of converging cacophony loud,
I dream attached to the unanchored mind.
In the precinct of the pristine sprawling thicket
I wander on the convolute contours of life.
As the rising sun of promise bursts with colors
on the calm canopy of hope with golden beams,
the leaves sparkle in the spectrum of splendor
in the sea of silence where I sink within serenity.
In the embracing breeze rippling enticed,
the enchanted boughs dance to its cadence,
make mystique motif with light and shade lattice.
The foliage weaves for me the tapestry of ecstasy
for my dormant dreams to be embellished
to perform the kaleidoscopic show of joy.
With the forlorn life ambling listless
across the amber wilderness of destiny,
I’ve to take a long journey alone.
From the cool cradle of the dense copse
I’ll garner the grandeur of its emerald sheen,
in my marooned mind I’ll strive to stow,
create in my pallid heart a jade meadow.
Walking the last mile in the twilight zone
in the remaining hours of fading glow,
I’ll seek the shade of rest for the last time,
stepping into the waiting woods once again,
see my dreams return longingly enwrapped
in the lengthening shadow of memory.
Categories:
convolute, analogy, dream, feelings, memory,
Form:
Free verse
Her vacant breath beside me; a fallow gateway through a harrowing demise. Truth be told I'm a Slave to my own passion, a withholding regime to which I preach divine. Resting upon a sinful pinnacle my spine tattered and torn; concave to a yearning delicacy I lay. A shimmer of divinity overtaken by the lucidity of hellish intent wanders forsaken
introvert. Bearing these shackles of bereavement dissolves judgment of a higher purpose, an eradicated envisioning. I convolute these invasive virtues subsequently to a grasp incognito. Awaiting the endless dismay, yet entering the endless distress.
Categories:
convolute, confusion, devotion
Form:
Free verse
Peachy keen verboten maiden jailbait
USA plum ova ripe fruit
inevitably, inimitably, invariably,...
whets whistle pubescent magic flute
impossible mission to rein with absolute
zero sucks esse to temper acute
raging testosterone, I attribute
overbearing animal urge doth constitute
difficult surge protector
resultantly, subsequently, untimely...
not inconceivable teenage
parenthood does contribute
overwhelming responsibility
adds complex twist making destitute
expense regarding sudden newlife
analogous how simple surface
Möbius strip doth render convolute
frivolous shenanigans offer pointless dispute
buck haws fawn hook caisson
akin to holding back the tide, disrepute
fallout, whereby accountability ideally
one must distribute
between minors, who risked major shock
generally ill prepared to handle
grasping hot wire strong
enough to electrocute
call of the wild heedless,
when in throes to execute
human reproduction hard rock
tune somber sober air thenceforth
issues out magic flute
after drenching, dribbling, drooling
residual expulsions 'pon hirsute
tuft possibly engendering hyperacute
revulsion basically atavistic
copulation recalls imbrute
tell tale swollen belly of gal doth impute
culling instinctual maternal institute
fancy free footloose
promiscuity makes involute
sober reality moot point,
whether one or both kids feel irresolute
adding insult to injury
mama's papa's none to happy
swiftly kickstarts harried styled jackboot
careful pops not to damage unborn
vital umbilical cord taut as jute
strong enough to harness malamute
and/or team of huskies in conjunction with
wild horses or domesticated
breeds Equus caballus
couldn't drag away even for one minute
infinitesimal speck - trim
unmistakable to misattribute,
how basic multiplication
one cannot miscompute,
and product will upend and misroute
grandiose plans leaving
puppy love mute.
Categories:
convolute, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Metrical Tale
like a ruderal flower
thoughts persist
resilient
the ultimate foil
for single marcescent leaf
that's induvial
as ingrained habits
distilled
as a smur alights
on the minds
convolute
like the leaf
my thoughts furled
I bask in apricity
never to capitulate
Categories:
convolute, analogy, nature, philosophy,
Form:
Suzette Prime
Life is the embodiment of the unique existence,
the construct of universal elements nature chose
to manifest distinctively with the divine essence
in the unparallel trinity of body, mind and soul.
Beneath the surface of perceptive mortal senses
the mind builds all the dreams it desires to see.
Haunted by unreal apparitions in fear it invents
suffering the superstitious spell of surreal spirits.
Under the convolute layers of the transient mind
at the tranquil depth resides the enlightened soul,
imperishable, it sends the beacon of eternal truth,
builds subconscious holy linkage with the absolute.
Travelling on the undulating topography of life
an inward journey on the path of spiritualism
takes us to the ultimate destination of nirvana,
we learn the meaning of the trinity of existence.
October 5, 2018
Categories:
convolute, god, inspirational, life, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Hush fire hush fire
its time to retire
a night of dormant sleep
wake me like the dreary sea
dwindle back into a flame
farthermore, back to a spark
then a revolution is unborn
Mind controlled freaks
they reproduce
and let thier brains convolute
until their usless to us all
follow the leader into a misty fog
A new born breed is bleeding forth
through the tourniquet forever more
until diluted their self control
then the revolution is a closed door
All the hope, is in the children
they dream big and burst the ceiling
evolution is running rapid
the streak is endless until I snap it
I'll become the spark for change
this I swear or give up my name
like other before me I'm still the same
sometimes I feel I'm the last left sane
Then the flame shall re-ignite
as the revolution gathers light
to wake the sleeping stuck in the fog
and fight control thats pushing drugs
I'll push harder as time draws near
The strongest are who walk with no fear
as they gather, the flame burns bright
into a blaze that consumes no right.
Categories:
convolute, adventure, faith, fear, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Up the delicate dale
of latticed life,
at esoteric edge
of sinking sky,
hermit horizon
shimmers sensuous,
as paled passion
disappears desiccated
with the setting sun.
In cracked cinnamon ground
parched to the core,
my deserted
dunes of desolation
pervades to despise
the faded dreams
of the fallen leaves,
in fragile filigree
the rustle echoes
the hymn of hope.
On convolute silhouette
of swarming dreams,
whirlpool desire
swivels disoriented
in inert momentum,
arcane mindscape
disintegrates unsensed,
sequestered un-sculpted
in twilight obscurity.
The eyes weep
torrent of tears
lost in mirage trail,
fill with pathos
the pining cauldron
within unseen,
remnant essence
of forlorn life
remains designed
with contorted contours
of eroded banks
of meandering mind.
In platitude plateau,
the final flow
of extant obsession
originates inspired,
ordained for
integral fusion
with supreme sea,
the end embrace
of sublime silence.
Cascading cadence
of surreal symphony
drifts with fervent lilt
from the yonder plateau
of yearning
to seize entranced
ripples of melodic longing
in lilac lagoon
of my heart,
pulsating with
enticing refrain
of endless ecstasy.
Categories:
convolute, analogy, hope, lost love,
Form:
Free verse