Best Corded Poems
The traffic light
delayed us both
Me driving my car
She driving her cart.
The traffic direction changed, rotated,
making black eyes spark annoyed
as her walk signal failed to appear,
shrunken mouth twisting crooked
‘neath her frowned brow
as roughly she retreated,
Bang-bang banging her fist
against the shiny metal round,
push-to-cross-pedestrian-knob.
Then glancing up
relief cleared her angry face...
The green walk-stick-figure beckoning her
across from the street light across.
Adeptly her cart she wheeled ‘round
worked down the sidewalk dip
Then scurry did she quick-careful between
the safety of yellow crossing lines.
Unabashed, I watched
as her crooked shape veered
down the opposite sidewalk
hugging the closed wall of shops
hurrying hurrying to where oh where
cloaked all in black
nearly invisible
amongst the street dusk shadows.
Black colored her,
from escaping hair,
to scarf, long skirt, scuffed dark shoes, many layered black socks.
a so-slight woman, mostly skin and bones,
scarfed head bent, right-angled downward peering
tanned skin stretched thin ‘cross facial bones protruding,
sunken cheeks now filling the space of now-gone teeth,
the rooster wattle skin beneath her chin
to yell the tell of years passing past.
Pushing resolutely
her world
bungie-corded to storage on wheels
a layered life stacked high
ancient black suitcase on the bottom,
twine-tied brown box layered next,
bulging black-shiny plastic bag top-crowning,
all securely strapped…
Simple baggage that never
never
would be checked at the gate.
Categories:
corded, age, old,
Form:
Free verse
Colored yellow beneath the sunlight
Eidoloned by azure breeze of the sky
Covered green like trees of delight
Scented by wind and bubbles of lye
Corded in lamp that cools the night
Your heart throbs in counts of chite
Chortled in incense of kookabura
Quilted and freed from petals of Datura
Heart dipped in cherry blossom
Shaped in cleavage of ample bosom
Deathless soul pulsating forever
Your heart lodging idyllic and so tender
Categories:
corded, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
Amidst a cacophony of sounds, discordant they're not
Through progressive ears we're internally sought
We, well we await, we await black drapes
Lights are our signal, to enjoy their create
Strobes through mists, signal our time
Silhouetted shadows appear, it's now just after nine
In Ballerina stance, proud like she poses
Arms outstretched like petals of roses
She, Kim, of Touchstone effect
Through their music her voice, such melodic select
Prelude now generates as we await corded streams
Receivers we are, appreciating their musical dreams
Spotlights in sporadic dance, like silent sirens in the dark
In seconds they soon touch, we the Blacktide no longer stark
On this night in concert, we became one and all
Strobe lights show their appreciation, bowing when shadows fall
.
Sadly Kim has had to take a break from the band due to illness, hence re-post.
Categories:
corded, art, beauty, imagination, inspiration,
Form:
Couplet
It's much too close in here
for loneliness,
or companionship.
Either way,
I grow too small
non-existent
non-essential
undervalued domesticity with insufficient commodity,
just another over-populating parasite
underneath Earth's glamorous backside;
Suppressed incubator within a more integrating place
of nonverbal language
and full-octaned relationship toward outside
somewhere, marginally surfing
flowing symbiotic omni-nutritional fluid
umbilical corded string
for receiving ever more formative function
energetic unction
massive combustion
rebirthing my new Elder synergetic IdEntity
through Ego-recession,
contracting unrhymed rhythm
of fear of fear of fear...
Double-Binding negative threshold
toward appositional Eco-Love prehension;
echoing across echo-developing hemispheres,
inter-wombed regenetic too slow and tight economy
creating EarthTribe's Beloved Ecology
of paradise boundaried with pain
Longing reconnected within universal agency,
being primally related through
RNA's coincidental Hollow Womb Presence,
Earth's self-optimizing cornucopian abundance
revolutioning joyful grace,
redemptive polycoloring place,
regenerate revolving Memory time
as love-drenched EarthMother's space.
Ambidextrous-ionic amniotic fluid,
Janus-faced dual destined
to internally bring forth new life
by purge erupting each metamorphic fertile sac,
draining past generations
into future's new-born hope,
to emerge a womb with sufficient empathic communication
to compassion Earth's warm-wombed community;
reconnecting humane nature's transactional economics
with sacred nature's transcendent ecologics--
Great Transition deducing permacultured functions
inducing biological forms of regenetic polyculture.
We're much too close for racing loneliness,
at loooong sloooow last,
our time to become Beloved CoElational together.
Categories:
corded, birth, creation, desire, destiny,
Form:
Free verse
A gift from the Lord above
A showering down of His constant love
A jewel more precious than anything
More valuable than any diamond ring
What God has given us as a mother
Can never be replaced by another
That deep corded connection
Will always be a true reflection
Of a mothers love and care
And there's nothing that will ever compare
Categories:
corded, dedication,
Form:
Rhyme
Written September 28, 2013
On a winter's day
On a chilly morn'
I'll be mourning
The loss of a love once lost
The loss of a love once buried in the frost
At the behest of an angel
She'll come around at last
When the dinner bell rings
We'll walk along and sing
Songs of ancient writings
Found written on the walls
Of spiritual surroundings
Dancing in my mind
Swinging to the pendulum of time
To make her what was mine
Before the sound came crashing down
Like chandeliers of persistence
Glistening brightly in reflections
Of crystal on the table
Clinging glasses to a toast
For lovers entangled evermore
On majestic misty mountains
Where snow cascades down the countryside
Until it's reached the ocean floor
Where salmon swim upstream
To the tune of our dreams
While embryonic journeys
Pass through the corded ever after
To dream of light and day
While the children beat their drums
To the tambourine in time
While the father's watch unwinds
And the son is in the closet
Strumming songs with Jane
While the mother presses cotton
The daughter recites her magnum opus
To animals in repose
Upon her bedroom floor
She speaks in tongues long gone
Like a kiss from a rose
And then she's gone
To dream with the ancients until dawn
Categories:
corded, adventure, growing up, how
Form:
Lyric
Inspired by Embryonic Journey by Jefferson Airplane (listen to it while you read this!)
On a winter's day
On a chilly morn'
I'll be mourning
The loss of a love once lost
The loss of a love once buried in the frost
At the behest of an angel
She'll come around at last
When the dinner bell rings
We'll walk along and sing
Songs of ancient writings
Found written on the walls
Of spiritual surroundings
Dancing in my mind
Swinging to the pendulum of time
To make her what was mine
Before the sound came crashing down
Like chandeliers of persistence
Glistening brightly in reflections
Of crystal on the table
Clinging glasses to a toast
For lovers entangled evermore
On majestic misty mountains
Where snow cascades down the countryside
Until it's reached the ocean floor
Where salmon swim upstream
To the tune of our dreams
While embryonic journeys
Pass through the corded ever after
To dream of light and day
While the children beat their drums
To the tambourine in time
While the father's watch unwinds
And the son is in the closet
Strumming songs with Jane
While the mother presses cotton
The daughter recites her magnum opus
To animals in repose
Upon her bedroom floor
She speaks in tongues long gone
Like a kiss from a rose
And then she's gone
To dream with the ancients until dawn
Categories:
corded, adventure, beauty, freedom, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
Rome.Open city.
Unreal with paling light,
singular with stone and ochre.
Gods dyed with dust,
the unquiet dead corded
with white marble.
Heaven`s steps so cruel with belief.
My hotel.Forster. Only connect.
Words cool and dry,
the idea of a lost kingdom.
Far from the noise of this,
in shade,under pines.
Categories:
corded, poets,
Form:
Free verse
Amidst a cacophony of sounds, discordant they're not
Through progressive ears we're internally sought
We, well we await, we await black drapes
Lights are our signal, to enjoy their create
Strobes through mists, signal our time
Silhouetted shadows appear, it's now just after nine
In Ballerina stance, proud like she poses
Arms outstretched like petals of roses
She, Kim, of Touchstone effect
Through their music her voice, such melodic select
Prelude now generates as we await corded streams
Receivers we are, appreciating their musical dreams
Spotlights in sporodic dance, like silent sirens in the dark
In seconds they soon touch, we the Blacktide no longer stark
On this night in concert, we became one and all
Strobe lights show their appreciation, bowing when shadows fall
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/touchstone.php
Categories:
corded, inspirational, music,
Form:
Couplet
She wings just under the canopy
of this dense old forest
as we play tag under the trees,
speeding down a deer trail
I draw near and leap
into a gray oak trunk
and spring to the closest branch,
muscles corded
I bound
from tree limb to tree limb
ever drawing closer
to her voluptuous rear.
When I draw close enough
I jump over her
and smack her behind
with the back of my hand,
you’re it.
As I drop
I change my direction,
catch a tree trunk
with my forelimbs
and propel myself to the left.
My paws meet the earth
and I’m moving,
sliding amongst the stalks.
Feeling the ever presence
of the shade of my heart
I dive under a dead tree
laying across the path
and run off to the right,
just missing her touch.
Keeping within inches of each base
I zigzag through the woods,
she swooping left and right
barely above the ground,
almost within reach.
I try to dig my claws in
and make a sharp turn
to the left
but alas the soil is too loose
and I feel her claws
graze my back,
I’m it.
Categories:
corded, happiness, imagination, passiontree, tree,
Form:
Free verse
Melancholy searches of our patches
impending death imminenting danger
ecstatic of tomorrow we sold desolated
Our heart beat no more bathos of hope
the family bell summond us no more
our spirits haunting and hunting of a land
which no indigene of optimism stay...
The strange cry, the empty look-
The stream-of-no-consciousness are we!
Transience of another being of thought.
Vanity is in the air, tranquility seen by,
issues of the hearts, tales of bubbles.
Glamorous buddies of yesterday,
our dreams were horrible, mother touched.
Why is Dad suddenly so pale and sickly?
Why do we speak differently with our spirit?
We looked into ourselves without even a smile.
We are silent, foreboding silence of the
lyrics of elegy and ode.
Our silence spoke Millions from our eyes,
for fear ruled the night we looked into ourselves.
Sarcasm of our satirical corded persons,
rolled it last for the silent.
Death smelled here and there,
pity was in the eyes of the night!
Death! Death!! Death!!! Lurking.
Chiyelu is not here and we were not told!
She ought to lead the morning prayers -
Why is Papa crying and pointing in the air?
Why is mother panicking and panting?
Where is Chiyelu my golden sister?
Where is she, has she joined the stars?
Is our discoveries a fairy tale?
After the wildest beauty of this world,
dust comes in mind in tales boys tell.
By her dead smile I knew all was not well.
Mother! Where is Chiyelu?
Father! I am going to join her there to
thicken this foreboding silence.
©John Chizoba Vincent
Cam'god.
Categories:
corded, africa, age, art, bereavement,
Form:
Blank verse
Pumping irony through the veins,
A heart of double entendre quips,
A plasma TV burns remains,
Deceiving smiles upon the lips.
Smoking guns are hard to find,
When they don’t exist at all,
Civil riots flood the mind,
Kicking statues as they fall.
Jumping Jesus on the box,
Money is all evil’s root,
Still, this church it rolls and rocks,
Send in all your hard-earned loot.
Pumping irony feels like heck,
Flexing muscles of despair,
Veins all corded in the neck,
Clotted vessels going spare.
Cartoon capers cause affront,
The offended seeing red,
In return for such a stunt,
Terrorise and kill you dead.
For a true untrue portrayal
Stereotypical and dumb,
In revenge for such betrayal
Blow you all to kingdom come.
Pumping irony of the truth,
In a lie that still persists,
Finds the inconclusive proof
If it’s true that truth exists.
Gather round and all be friends,
Multicultural global village,
Indulgent of one’s trends
For terrorism, murder, pillage.
It’s politically correct,
A fog of smoke and TV screens
Warfare just as you’d expect:
Politics by other means…
Categories:
corded, allegory, history, parody, philosophy,
Form:
Verse
behind the invisible and locked door Akashic records are re-
corded and monitored (lizards and limbic systems leak fluids)
as druids sacrifice their lives for the harvest and hum…
the swelling cities ramble and babble
beneath sagging and aging wires
disintegrating and integrating
into the impalpable web…boiling brains…
blackness eats mouths growing cancer
as the king’s atomic crown blinds all…
the owl recognizes a voice in the orderly wilder-
ness…the first flakes of snow descend…electric hell glows…
all citizens know and obey the silent titles and epitaphs
etched into our stony silence stabilizing foundations of reality…
the texture of madness caresses my psyche
my eyes envision scythes and scathing words…
…caustic causations eat reason out of my tongue… (who are you?) whispers the auto-
mated unconscious answering silhouettes with symphonies…the negative is the final
answer…contracts contract and species sizzle beneath the riddle penetrating the o-
zone…
Categories:
corded, dark, deep, imagination, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
Bombing poetic word strike alert
mEntal blast guided directly to the brain
meTeor soaring prolific verses with out of space proportions
the Hint of a dirty bomb prolific poisionous exploision i'm calling it hypnopoeticnoision
will Spread like a wildfire airshow explosion
fourtH of july and new years eve combination style
the queEn of spit got a blown up impregnated profile
this is a Bombing poetic alert
she spits An awesome connecting poetic afterbirth
uncut and rAw
that massacRe texas chainsaw
cannot ever sEver
attachments uMbilical corded ties to poetry forever
inspirations muSe you are poetry clever.
Categories:
corded, inspirational, poetry, new years
Form:
Acrostic
A seedling is planted. The strong wind blows.
It bends in the breeze but does not break.
Rain lashes from the sky but still it holds firm to the ground that cradles it.
Life sparks. Roots grab the hand of Mother Earth.
Leaves begin to form and unfurl to wave at the beautiful blue sky on the balmy spring day.
Time marches onward and the sapling sprouts up like a teenage boy
with his arms stretched out to gather the gentle morning dew.
Strength begins to flow and branches become corded with muscles.
The tree does not falter on its chase for maturity.
Storms continue to rage but the tree holds fast.
Gaining strength through the adversities.
At last adulthood comes but the tree continues to grow.
There are many rings of experience to add to its core.
The elements continue to ravage the noble tree and finally it succumbs to age and weather.
Falling gently.
Immersing itself back into the summoning sepulcher of slumber.
Categories:
corded, growth, humanity, metaphor, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse