Best Crookedness Poems
Recognition
There I am again,
in the wall-size mirror
at the gym,
myself seeing myself,
a compulsion of sorts,
a checking-in
to see what has changed.
My bent and rotated spine
is always the same —
a very noticeable dog-leg
listing me to port.
There are those
who look at themselves
each morning in the mirror
and think,
“Damn, I look good.”
Perhaps the guy at the gym
with the triangular upper body
and tree-thick thighs does this,
but I don’t know him,
so he doesn’t count.
I don’t feel very old inside
except on cloudy, wet days.
My exterior says otherwise;
that doesn’t matter much now.
I know shadowy mortality
lies in wait. Occasionally
I hazard a quiet guess
about the time I have left,
a fruitless contemplation,
leading only to
gloom and foreboding.
Most often I move on
to meaningful pursuits:
driving much too fast,
eating ice cream,
making love,
writing and painting
to sustain my soul.
Some believe that one should,
"Live fast, die young,
leave a good-looking corpse."
I regret not living fast enough in my youth,
I’m thankful I’m not James Dean,
and ashes are only as beautiful
as the urn in which they are stored.
So, henceforth I shall marvel
at my visage in the mirror,
appreciating both my continued presence
and the elegant curve of my crookedness.
See, how easy it is,
To blink—
As it was to melt by your words, your… tender squeeze of endearing kindness…
I flowed along the currents of your sweet affection,
Engrossed by your rickety, boyish attraction for me,
Landing on colors I have tried not to wear all of my life…
My heart thumped your name from every impractical word,
And you squeezed on through in your fine, simplistic style
Then, as quick as a blink—
I began to cry, for you… crushed my heart into the dust below me…
You thought, you THOUGHT I was still stuck in that love rush!
You enhanced your crookedness and shunned my gifts away!
Each one spurt, EACH SPURT… back into the tube in which it came…
Each purposeful pump……..from a once swelling heart,
That would give anything for what you once amply gave!
Do you still blink?
Does your heart still thump?
…for mine has stopped…
"What do you see in this old tree?"
"A lot of crookedness", I said,
"The limbs are drooped and dreary,
Its leaves are mostly dead,
It looks sad and weary..."
"There's a special kind of dread."
"Sap is leaking out the trunk,
It's oozing down the sides
A glaring hollow in this hunk,
Where darkness now abides."
"The woodsman shakes his head,
And leaves this tree to die.
There's better wood ahead,
And all should pass it by."
"Man has such a hollow,
Between his dreams and Death,
Sheol's set to swallow,
At the final, dying breath."
"What's to be done!", I cried,
"Dealing with what Death means?
I, too, am hollow inside,
Can I be evergreen?"
"Believe the best about Me,
My Owl will fill your hollow,
Death may come tomorrow,
But new life soon after follows."
"My Owl sees all within you,
And strengthens all that's best,
He'll fly you to our rendezvous,
And, I'll bless you with My rest."
"What do I see in this old tree?"
"His Owl is in my hollow,
And hope has been set free,
He has chosen me to follow,
And share His future glory..."
"There's a special kind of happy."
~they embraced in their dalliance~
her appetency held a depth so deep he just couldn’t
resist placing his hands around her barren waste
(she reaches for him with ardor)
for tonight was auspicious and ebullience showered
them with the twinkles only stardust spreads;
forever scattering allure and passion with strength
and hankering devotion,
sowing their love with intentions of...
savoring each emotion
they conflated as if they were always predestined
to celebrate marriage different from the rest-
the assuage erased the anguish;
what was once atrocious is now emollient
(softer than ivory silk)
when hope goes awry they stand tall side by side,
each wearing pride-
the crookedness of life transformed into candor and
honesty
she decided to absolve her demure nature;
feeding the emptiness with the nourishment of
his reliability and fervency for her brilliant mind
two auras ~kaleidoscopic~
enveloped by heaven's cobalt hues,
desire for love prevails with affection
her felicity swathed his soul,
his serendipity ran through her veins as if she was
sheathed by his charisma;
a sempiternal legacy was left for the coming
generational bonds yet to be formed
love in the making-
saved
two
hearts from breaking
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10.10.19
Not, terry, not
To protest at fraudulence
Not, hesitate, not
To protest at wrongness
Not, fail, not
To protest at terrors-
If needed, hit and get safety
If required, fight and achieve prosperity
Rightness is must
Righteousness is the best
For times immemorial
Mankind is suffering
From inherent meanness
As history says
Human world is dwelling
In inhuman fold
Let us protest at our attitudes
To protect our lives
Let us protest at our affairs
To protect our rights
Till today we are entangled
In age old animosity
By tomorrow
We will have to get rid of enmity
This is the time right
We have to protest at our crookedness
To have our future right
Yes, we should promote humanness
His introduction is a roundabout in continuous turning
this criminal sees me as one whose deep thinking is lost
crazy assurances of converting a piece of grass to a garden
obese rewards only can be reached through a hidden maze
half evidences and my appetite slips through dark paths
it’s obvious, the trail of a scammer’s conversation stays sinuous
money, war, death, power, assistance: information in constant twisting
without harbouring greed, one cannot be trapped
wisdom cracks crookedness to put an end to this unwarranted puzzle
he’s gutted; not giving my account details was the wall.
Published: 6/25/2020
For "Maze- 10 word challenge poetry contest"
Sponsored by A Dear Heart
The 10 words: garden, maze, paths, sinuous, turning, trapped, puzzle, twisting, lost, wall
Placement: 3rd Position [6/30/2020]
Man's heart, a dark abyss,
Its depth polluted by that innate darkness
Which was always there for that sole purpose,
Looking back into the mirror of childhood,
A smile across my face creeps,
How zany it is
That this dark mind
Could be so translucent, gullible and terribly fragile
Unimaginable 'twould seem for it to come to this state
The mind of man is dynamic
Though its idiosyncrasies may be static
It slowly crumbles like poorly reinforced pillars,
Under the pressure of the currents of dark, dynamic torrents,
Thereby letting the dreaded darkness seep in
Straight paths turn crooked,
Translucency is a thing of the past
E'en the blinding rays of honesty
This dark fortress can't breach
The word "straight" no longer bears no coherent meaning,
For crookedness is a concept,
Created to make the crooked paths
Of darkness straight
Dreaded, e'en by dark beings this darkness is,
Perhaps such fear is hypocritical,
Employed only to mask crooked trails,
For many I know are filled with this darkness
Except for a naive few
Which into the the darkness haven't matured
Hope is not lost
Hopefully, the illumination of honesty
Will emerge from the midst of darkness
Before the very darkness we fear permeates us all.
Let me tell you,
I see you with your dark brown skin,
do not be ashamed
Instead, let them stare as you prance through the fields in your summer dress
I see you, with your crazy kinky hair,
do not wear that hat
Instead, swing on that swing, as your strands become tangled in the wind
I see you with your crooked teeth,
do not smile with your lips sealed shut,
Instead, speak loud and bold, share your crookedness with the world
I see you now fearless and proud,
Don’t you dare let them snatch that from you.
Desperate ones seek that so called success
Lost are those liars so savage and so stressed
Endlessly climbing those crookedness ladders
Misguided like missiles...snatching the silver and grabbing the gold
Warm hearts turn to stone
Goodness to greed
Driven mad by their desires
Driven mindless by their nightmarish needs
The serpent he slithers and he seethes
To him dead ends and devastation is all that really matters
So strike the serpent and watch his slaves all scatter
Waging wars against the weak...without a rhyme without a reason
True ones turn to treason
Silence fills the scene
Solve the problem at the source
Fury turns into fire
Faith turns into force
Hell rides in on a hate filled horse
Icy fangs sink into iron fists
Venom flows volcanic while treachery it twists
Fools and fiends get bullied and beaten...bashed and battered
Mind over money and money over matter
So strike the serpent and watch his slaves all scatter
That serpent of old is clever and cold
Victims still drown in his venom
Never reading the signs and signals from high
Eternity waits now to eat him
Still many are the stars he meets when the sun goes down
Smiles soon turn to frowns
Cursed are those clowns
Stuck like magnets on metal merry go rounds
Sliding into sin and into the smoke the scared ones scatter
So strike the serpent and watch his slaves all scatter
Eyes to a back hand
Wipe away my tears
Swipe me a clean slate
Abondon my abusive years
Closed ears to a focused mind
An insomniac's cry for a dream
Murmurs of a silent heart
Even in peace there's no coma
Momentum to a mountain
Giant steps of a global catastrophe
The broken handle of an axe
Retirement from deforestation
The blunt knowledge of a killer's edge
Gnawing on its last wisdom tooth
Turbulence to a whisper
The quiet and forgotten roar
Forgiveness to their creator
For He too fathers thy parents
Synapses firing crookedness
Thoughts brooding thunder
A desert storm to my blue sky
Hard currency in the toxic air
Grassroots in a perpetual drought
Uncontrollable giggles of pollution
Laughing gas to clouded judgement
Indifferent to the holes in my pockets
Shattered hearts to lustre
Dulled flowers to a dead forest
Sprinkling an intestinal feed
Fertilized with dangerous explosives
Who will dare rise from the ashes
Lie still in the ghost of superstition
IDEALISM
Liberal, Modest, Noble, Open Personality
deserves reverence and adoration,
simultaneous admiration
to be followed by every soul.
Dishonesty, Envy, Falsehood, Greed, Hate
to control, to kill or to drive out.
Revenge in mind, never to sprout.
Peace of human should be the goal.
Abolish Betrayal! Crookedness: Do Explode.
For conspiracy to confront
in social or domestic front
stand straight as stable-rooted bole.
Respect Strong Truth, Universal Values
of morality on journey of life,
whether at ease or at strife.
In drama of life play courageous role.
08/02/21
First Place
Alpha Lines Contest by Joseph May
July 11 Scripture Meditations Based on Ecclesiastes 6-8
Key Verse – Ecclesiastes 7:29 Lo, this only have I found, that God hath made man upright; but they have sought out many inventions.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME UPRIGHT
Thank You for making me upright midst crookedness’ sight
While straightening my attitude to do right
Enabling me toward faith-maturing height
Strong in facing wickedness’ fight.
Thank You for making me upright midst worldliness’ impurity
While cleansing my heart from vanity
Enabling me toward repentance-sincerity
Sanctified in following Your authority.
Thank You for making me upright midst sinfulness’ defilement
While purging my soul of selfish motives’ element
Enabling me toward holiness-involvement
Steadfast in fulfilling every devoted commitment.
Thank You for making me upright midst foolishness’ interruption
While enlightening my mind for biblical action
Enabling me toward wisdom-application
Settled in choosing stewardship function.
Thank You for making me upright midst skepticism’s haughtiness
While subduing my conviction against intellectual boastfulness
Enabling me toward humility-meekness
Secured in abiding in Your provisions’ goodness.
Thank You for making me upright midst poverty’s challenges
While meeting my needs within Your bounty’s packages
Enabling me toward contentment-surges
Satisfied in learning through Your exhorting charges.
Thank You for making me upright midst trials’ fervency
While empowering my will against trust’s insufficiency
Enabling me toward service-persistency
Sturdy in conquering fears with Your truth and mercy.
July 11, 2022
“Query”
from a word miner non-trumpeting
Beatle browed quarry man.
One emailing digital commoner bemoans assiduous,
zealously yearning xing worthy values undergirding
the storied renown quintessential peaceable operation
nations marvel lately kindling justice,
institutionalizing hope, gentility, freedom, equality.
Dummkopf Donald Count Drake
Hula iz destroying cradle,
where forefathers/mothers begot
America. He shows no demonstrable diplomacy
DURST donning duplicitous damning dingbat drive.
THUS...SPAKE
ZARATHUSTRA GAVE ME THE GREEN LIGHT
I call out President Trump blitzing, donning,
and flagrantly hoisting his arrested development
proof positive he lacks the acuity,
diplomacy, and generosity to invite kosher
or Goyim mandates.
As an anonymously, devilishly,
grouchy voluntary member
(as well a deplorable basket case)
of the one man literary duh vice squad keeping
a mostly straight and true reputation for Hilary Clinton
(versus his claim of her baseless crookedness,
she evinces qualities immediately evident
asper an old gnarled hickory stick), I will
stick tommy figurative guns in an
attempt to staunch the figurative bloodletting heaped
upon admirable Democratic constituents.
Concomitant with this near impossible mission
will be my unbiased opinion, that our FAKE
commander in chief aspires to abrogate,
denominate, and generate demonstrable gimcrackery,
invidious kleptocracy, and incorporate
questionable statecraft.
Analogous to an old chestnut tree apothegm
(well rooted to create self serving,
vassal hating (viz vacillating),
retreating, and re: tweeting.
December 15 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Timothy 1-4
Key Verse – 2Timothy 1:7 For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR GIVING US
POWER AGAINST FEAR
Praise be to God for giving us power with His:
Loving grace and strengthening faith
Lasting goodness by His securing fortitude
Lifting-up greatness of sustaining faithfulness
Leading governance along His satisfying festiveness
Liberating gladness sustaining our service-fruitfulness
2Timothy 2:1 Praise be to the Lord
for enabling us to be strong in Him toward:
Holy walk according to His Word
Healthy wellness upon His wisdom
Heavenly worship along His worthiness
Hopeful waking-up while working with worth
Happy watchfulness while in His will, wondrously waiting
2Timothy 3:17 Praise be to the Saviour for
perfecting us as His workmanship against:
Carnality through His consecration
Covetousness around His contentment
Compromise along His commandments’ charges
Corruption and curses by His changes and chastisements
Crookedness toward His conversion with His compassionate care
2Timothy 4:18 Praise be to the Holy Spirit
for preserving us while:
Shaping us by His Scriptural standards
Strengthening us for service-steadfastness
Securing us upon His settled sure salvation-seal
Satisfying us against scarcity through His sufficient supply
Setting us toward stable situation against selfishness by sharing His success. Amen!
December 15, 2024
At this very moment lost in life, predictability
Mind is a mess chaos reigns, steadfastness
Fighting with myself shut out, convertibility
Not through lack of confidence, faithlessness.
Honesty best policy was perfect, vulnerability
Perceived to be bureaucratic, crookedness
Looking into blind darkness is not, gullibility
Rather an inclination to, open-mindedness.
Fatalistic properties impress on, observability
Eternal bliss unlikely basis, straightforwardness
My own admission incurred veto, ineligibility
Life’s knowledge diminishes to backwardness.
Into the abyss keeps tumbling, infallibility
Round and round remorselessness
I’m tired now must keep sleeping, insatiability
In the morning truth is coming, unpreparedness.
Executioner asks any last words, foreseeability
And then comes the answer, breathlessness.
Juxtaposition Poetry Contest
Sponsored by the silent one
20/11/2020