Best Counterclockwise Poems
Sacred Gratitude
Rockin and Rollin inside my soul
Beckoning musical notes float within me
My heart surrenders and opens
Expanding
When the world outside dances in tension
Feeling bleak and unforgiving
I am grateful to receive
Simple nuances of pure magic
Breathing into my being
Allowing a journey to the place
Between here and now
Standing in dense forest
I approach one of the gentle giants
Her redwood bark burned and blackened
Fires and history tattooing her skin
Fury red growth emerging
Her new coat of velvet delight
Limey baby branches
Make their way to the air
Thirsty for light
A deep hollow near her base
Where I can walk inside
Blackness..soft spongy bark
Touches my fingertips
A dreamy pause
Almost silent
An internal space
Quiet gratitude as I look up.. up..up
Hundreds of feet to a circle of light
Glimmering above
Sunlight trickles in
Kissing my eyelids
Diamond dust reveals
Her burnt underbelly
I stretch my arms up high above me
Sliding them into the sleeves
Of her gigantic branches
As I become her
Arms...limbs full...stretch.. radiating
Rising up ...my head tall
Viewing nature’s mesmerizing tapestry
Woven yellows and greens
Meadows, springs, water lapping nearby
Echoes of bird calls
A white snowy owl lands on my limb
Quiet gratitude as I see her blink
Her wise old eyes
Rotating her white feathered head
Counterclockwise so she may see
The entire circumference
Of her surroundings
Oh dear owl
Sister of the universe
I hear your silent whispers
Feed my soul with your insight and wisdom
I am grateful for your guidance
As I journey through subtleties
Of acceptance, challenge, and bliss
Arriving at compassion
For life and for others
Categories:
counterclockwise, appreciation, beautiful, dream, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Morning Shower
This morning I have carefully slumbered into the bathroom to start the shower
Groggy and tired I turn the control counterclockwise to a satisfying temperature
I step inside the cubical and shiver with the initial shock of water pouring on me
My body starts to melt as the warmth covers me like a warm blanket
Worries and agendas come seeping through the shower tiles like unavoidable green monsters
Clouds of steam give a ferocious roar and the mischievous scoundrels scamper off into hiding,
Knowing that they will return once again
I’m taken to some place new
A beach with sand white as snow and the sun’s rays kissing every inch of my skin;
With the sounds of a soothing melody and a reggae beat off in the distance
I don’t recall the song but find myself knowing every word and sing along,
As my mood is calmed and contented
Categories:
counterclockwise, beautiful, image, metaphor, ocean,
Form:
Narrative
Fallen upon knees in ashes of pipe dreamer’s infatuation
chimera's collective stardust reigning through macrocosms,
world spins counterclockwise unrealistically bound hiatus
stained glass mirrors fracture in rhetorical opposition,
earthly beings condensed to mere commonplace residue
threadbare allegiances written on worn out constitutions,
idly spinning cogwheels from premier breath to closer exhale
angels hark intensely attempting to assuage inevitability
whilst calm winds yield to maelstroms' imitative gesticulations
forfeitures of human activity sacrificed in sins' germinal vices
banal platitudes reinforcing an elusively unoriginal existence,
dancing 'round the fire tween inquisitions' reluctant commendations
preparedness on conventional suspension of ill-advised reiterations,
awaiting surrender 'neath an incoherent vigil's unorthodox rite of
incarnate passages' disconnected resolve mid consequential rationale
thereupon...
timelessness is but a variable symbol
factored in mankind's hallucinatory prayers
Categories:
counterclockwise, allegory, conflict, deep, hyperbole,
Form:
Burlesque
Trumps Feeble, Limp, Rox... Zilch State Of Emergency
H.G. Wells..., ah...now there
without dark shadow of a doubt,
in my (myopic brown) eyes,
a prolific writer hooked hood accessorize
the English language, and captivated
populations, sans "The War Of
The Worlds" to realize,
with an assiduous presentation
convinced listeners, how
aliens did cannibalize
innocent Earthlings strictly via radio,
where rapt audience could actualize
"FAKE subjects" pretended to agonize,
yea of course after receiving
substance that did anesthetize
in an effort to minimize
potential melee erupting,
which feasible outburst,
could tinder, kindle, and antagonize
crowdsourcing masses,
who suddenly became repentant,
and sought to apologize
each to their personal deity, apprise
zing respective comportment, thus
the apprenticed faux presidential Don,
rather than agonize
over farcical shenanigans, where dissension
among rank ken file seems to arise,
could take page from said playbook
visiting storied aforementioned scribe,
whose spirit author might be able to authorize
and conjure creative satisfactory
acceptable non costly deterrent breadthwise
cuz, more anger will materialize,
particularly if monies summarily brutalize
for social services that benefit the 99%
myself and the missus included analogous to...baptize
with gentile invisible knifed incision
or if Semitic tolled uncivil lies,
asper emotional financial, mental...
painless process to circumcise
purportedly for best interests
of citizens at heart, but tummy
essentially acting counterclockwise
to the modus vivendi that underlies
the immigrant experience that peopled
United States Of America, who did colonize
at expense of rightful natives
scattered innocent tribes, whose demise
vis a vis any fact checker, would
clearly recognize as blatant lies!
Categories:
counterclockwise, abuse, america, anti bullying,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
I watched the clock struck twelve.
It turned over and over
Until it reached twelve again.
Suddenly, a moth flew at my sight.
I stared at the blank space,
My past turns like the clock.
On twenty eleven, I was on Jim’s clock,
Last year, on John’s,
This year, on Joy’s.
Different clocks with same moves,
On different time, On same path.
Is there a clock who turns counterclockwise?
None!
Categories:
counterclockwise, time,
Form:
Narrative
This is our observed phenomenon report.
It appears the earth people have a strange sport.
They swing a wooden stick at a horsehide sphere.
When it goes over the fence, it’s “outta here”.
Move counterclockwise on a diamond-shaped field.
Numbers on the scoreboard, a “run” is the yield.
This is a strange earth custom that’s revealed.
To athletic men, this is a profession.
People pass through turnstiles in a procession.
One hundred and sixty-two times each season,
men wearing numbers participate. What’s the reason?
Non-participating “fans” are spectators.
Sounds can come from the non-participators.
Each can sit and cheer while watching in their seat.
One team has victory, the other defeat.
These actions all occur in the summer heat.
When the home team loses, they make a “boo” sound.
This is indeed strange behavior we have found.
Categories:
counterclockwise, adventure, science fiction, sports,
Form:
Rhyme
Quiet eyes turn down
to a delicate finger
scratching edges of chaos
in the sand
ink runs in tears
off
the last of his words
bending her spine
spilling moments undone
winding counterclockwise since
friday
before last week .....
foamy tide trenches
beneath her small feet
fistfulls of impossible rage splatter
retreating waves
the softest breeze carries
inhuman howls of anguish
to the heavens where his tears
mix with hers
Categories:
counterclockwise, angst, death, loss, lost
Form:
Free verse
Deconstructed ideas of a maniac has me perplexed
The gears are turned counterclockwise
A backwards internal clock tells time differently
Thoughts that should not be understood
Visions that cannot be pictured
Analyze them not, but respect their genius
Categories:
counterclockwise, america, community, confusion, courage,
Form:
Free verse
If your tongue gets so slippery, be wise
Otherwise,
There is no counterclockwise
Categories:
counterclockwise, abuse,
Form:
Rhyme
Hey babe, I have a confession to make.
When you and I first met, a perfectly inelastic collision must have happened,
Because now all I can do
is to stay by your side.
When you and I first met, I know we’re a one-to-one function,
Because you are
My only solution.
When you and I first met, You got me falling for you,
and I can’t stop
According to Newton’s first law.
Babe, so tell me that you love me,
Because you are the
Counterclockwise torque
That is turning me up.
Tell me that you love me,
Because if I am silver chloride
You must be nitric acid
The only one that can completely dissolve me
And break into my heart.
Tell me that you love me,
Because I want to know that we are not two lines
On different sides of a vertical asymptote
Whose futures shall never cross.
Give me a chance to be your nth degree taylor polynomial
That is tangent to every little bit of you,
So tell me that you love me.
Categories:
counterclockwise, feelings, i love you,
Form:
Free verse
I enter in a large white room
high is the ceiling
straight are the walls
round are the corners
door lies across on the other side
in the center I see
a large black hat
square in shape
drooping it is
upon the head
of very thin man
a guitar in a case
lies across to his back
a long wooden bow
across to his front
a single long black arrow
with long black ribbon fetching
he reclines upon skeletal chopped bike
black is its color without any chrome
resting on its side stand
tilts to the left
seeing him I circle the room
going counterclockwise about
following the wall around
the door on the other side
passing him as he
straightens up and starts his bike
begins to go backwards
clockwise around the room
as I entered the doorway
into a hall that spirals down
his black arrow passes under right ear
continuing on and strikes wall
turning counterclockwise
I spiral on down
close to the wall
continuing on down
he follows me down
turning clockwise coming on
and with every turn
the long black arrow
passes under my right ear
ribbon fletching fluttering behind
Spiraling down we go
turn after turn continuing
I going forward
as he follows me down
and with every turn
the arrow comes again
as I downward go
my counter clockwise turns
stop on a landing
cannot go on
he following to me after
in his clockwise turns
continuing backwards
his arrow still flies
continues on down
no landing for him
upon the landing I sit
watching him continue by
going continuing down
hearing a voice say
I must turn and go the other way
if not to continue down
if I would go up
Categories:
counterclockwise, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
A cold berating
light-erasing rope
survives
relentless
entropy
(another year ends
another variant contends)
Desolate debris in
empty
erroneous caves
swallow
blank pages
submerged in
mind-warping seas
where flying memes
wait for normalcy
where words freeze
& thoughts
become sadistic
(a poisoned (out of mind) mind
crawls on the radar)
Trapped
in a gray tomb:
the inert inerrants
flounder in
a mephistic stench
expecting no mercy from
theocreptilian overlords
not really
here/there/or somewhere
(humanoid insects
loiter in scarred streets
awaiting
a comedic deluge)
A symphony composed
by the Great Alpha Dog:
a transfixed audience
staring at a monotonous Monolith
in a cold nocturnal
past/present/future wherein
3 homicidal HALs dwell
along with
one serene Star-Child
singing:
daisy dazy dada adad
(in a masked requiem)
Earth:
a disastrous
dithering hologram
discombobulated by
collapsed singularities
losing time
waiting for deliverance
from devolution
waiting for Sir Godot
as vituperative viruses
inherit the wind
This will end in the end:
a cosmic tragic dream
of infinite periods pointing to
pugilistic demigods swimming
in an illuminated lake of illuminati
near the careless trees in the breeze
populated by a Counterclockwise Orange
led by the
Four Jackasses
of the apocalyptic
Anticlimax
Categories:
counterclockwise, dark, society, surreal, word
Form:
Free verse
Frozen in time,right before my eyes
suddenly my life reversed counterclockwise
moving right along with no hesitation
I begin to move backwards I lost concentration
Reminiscing about my past history
entertaining doubt,confusion and misery
driven to despair from the effect of my condition
blinded my thoughts I lost my position
"Lo and Behold"I was set free
ambition came to rescue me
moving forward with my eyes set
on the prize,never to revisit counterclockwise.
Categories:
counterclockwise, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
wisteria bines
wrap around a rustic fence -
counterclockwise cling
a robin weaves through raceme
its wee pretty wings giddy
4/10/2019
bines - a twining stem
raceme (ray-seem) - a flower cluster with the separate flowers attached by short stalks at equal distances along a central stem.
Categories:
counterclockwise, bird, flower,
Form:
Tanka
looking up
at the down
spout shower head
reaching
as if trying
to take a selfie
but really
just adjusting
the water's flow
and so
a stream erodes
two peaks as it leaks
down from thighs
to knees beneath
to ankles then to feet
to toes flowing ten fold
down a counterclockwise
drain a
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d
a
g
a
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n eyes
i' her
d at
r ok
a lo
ther
Categories:
counterclockwise, muse,
Form:
Shape