Best Deforming Poems
Bloom not, cruel wolfsbane
In this forward spirit of mine
Let the moon dim and wane
For love has diseased my kind
The girl was luscious in the wake
Rising at break of dawn
If only she knew I was a mistake
Before we made the bond
I grew fond of her everyday
And night gave me loathe and dread
My heart was weak, I couldn’t send her away
But fed in her desires instead
I kissed her in the forest of green
I had forgotten what I am
I gazed into those eyes, so keen!
A smooth and gentle lamb
One day I stopped to think a bit
My stomach wrenched and twirled
Through love I had lost my sense and wit
To a pitiful village girl!
Avoiding her best I could
I hid from beauty’s caresses
But again she found me in the wood
And so grew the obsession
But so grew the moon
And the waning was abstaining
Good night, wonders of the noon
With memories remaining
Alone I wandered in the cold
Knowing it was coming
The sky grew dark, the sun was sold
Behind the madness blooming
Transforming! Changing!
My mind went all a blur
Rage deforming! Madness deranging!
I couldn’t think of her…
The time was gone!
The night had come!
I thought I was alone
But then I saw her standing there
Pale and stiff as stone
I woke up that dawn sitting there
On the forest floor
And there lay she all bloodied and bare
The lamb that I adore!
The wounds I found were like a gift
I know they were from my girl
I’m glad she fought her will to live
As I blindly devoured her
An honorable lamb with bloodied hooves
She’ll never leave my vision
Sacrificed for ravenous wolves
And no cry for jurisdiction
Bloom not cruel wolfsbane
In this forward spirit of mine
Let the moon dim and wane
For love has diseased my kind
-an oldie , hehe
For Pd's Contest : )
I am very pleased to be able to present
a sixth collaboration with great friend and poet,
Robert Lindley, who is well known to you all
for his magnificent epic masterpieces.
Our latest collaboration is marked by
an unexpected brevity that has, I believe,
pleased us both in its pointed execution.
I am proud to continue to write
with such a fine collaborator.
A Shadow Emerges
A collaboration with Robert Lindley
6th February 2019
As its light was shining bright
a dark shadow crossed the scene,
a curse in the day and night
vile-blood spilled from its splintered spleen.
Sickness invades absent mind
doubts attack with no reprieve,
thoughts invade,darkest kind,
Hell acts fast, we must believe.
Shadow has taken its form
light's splendor, it now deforms
Darkness, deforming the light,
casts and forms the shadow’s might.
Having snuffed the shining light,
darkest shadow claimed the scene,
it no longer stood in sight,
for it was all, all unseen.
Scourge of Disease only ends
when death ascends to its throne,
now the form contorts and bends,
final chill darkens the bone.
It’s not magic, though absolutely true
one image torn, two visions accrue
not a triptych, but someone new
a third party twists the view
deforming what he knew
came out of the blue
but why, but who?
a dear John
Billet
doux
I am very pleased to be able to present
our sixth collaboration, with my great friend
and very talented poet, Lawrence Sharp.
Always a true honor for me to be able to
collaborate with such a friend and very
talented artist.
A Shadow Emerges
As its light was shining bright
a dark shadow crossed the scene,
a curse in the day and night
vile-blood spilled from splintered spleen.
Sickness invades absent mind
doubts attack with no reprieve,
thoughts invade,darkest kind,
Hell acts fast, we must believe.
Shadow has taken its form
light's splendor, it now deforms
Darkness, deforming the light,
casts and forms the shadow’s might.
Having snuffed the shining light,
darkest shadow claimed the scene,
it no longer stood in sight,
for it was all, all unseen.
Scourge of Disease only ends
when death ascends to its throne,
now the form contorts and bends,
final chill darkens the bone.
Robert J. Lindley and Lawrence Sharp
collaboration
~A Poem That Took A Week Or More To Write~
Scars Left Behind.
Scarred since birth born with a congenital deforming cleft lip
abandoned unacceptable by nobody I don't belong to your
universe I don't belong to be a guest in your domiciles as I am
avoided I don't belong to share a sunrise as I am blindfolded
I don't belong to your beauty parlor as I look repugnant
I don't belong to participate to a party as I am nameless
I don't belong to be present at a birth of a new born banned
to come closer to the mother.
Scars at birth.
My solitude drove me to flee towards one site the lighthouse
stand alone far away far maybe my voice might be heard
begging to be saved from the sufferings on this earth as my
anguish has no end.
My soul will only triumph while waiting for the sun of love
the moon of light the stars that shine I will wait,wait to pick
up the echo of the passing vessels listen to the whisper of
the winds getting windier watch the dark waters drifting off
flowing away blown back towards the shore a farewell leaving
me alone.
Scars till I die
Who shall I belong to? I have no friends its so obscure outside
there is so much stillness around me afraid alone aware of my
shadows disappearance I called for anybody`s support to facilitate
my survival alleviate my pain nobody came I need to rest and allow
my soul to escape who will? who can? who wants to rescue me?
I am tired I was left behind scarred without a mother or father
nor brother or sister I tried but could not save myself.
My soul drifting as I could not belong to someone watch over me
love me feed me talk to me look at me even scarred run with me
when I am old to the harbor before the ship sails but I flawed I had
no strength nobody heard a word everybody ignored me.
Help Me
The ship sailed leaving without my soul because none came to
liberate me I am still homeless and scarred.
Help me to forget help me to survive can anybody do that?
Please.
Therese Bacha
June 26 2013
Enemies of the peace
Are not consecrating the life
Tampering with the nature
Crucifying the childhood
On the sidewalks
Burying the chastity
In the brothels
Killing the light
Before coming the dark
Enemies of the peace
Adoring the wars
Kissing the poverty
Dreaming with the famines
Clapping for catastrophes
Destroying everything
Schools
Hospitals
Synagogues
Churches
Mosques
Temples
Enemies of the peace
They want to uproot feelings
To extinguish the flaming longing
In the hearts
And burn the growing yearning
In depths of humans
Enemies of the peace
Robbing the dreams
Jailing the tears
Deforming the colors
Crushing the flowers
Turning off the hope
Enemies of the peace
Not knowing the love
Not appreciating the values
Not believing in the peace .....................
A woman in rags with beautiful skin
Rusticity seen all over looking for a job
To her the village sky was too small to win
She wanted to soar in a city sky to probe.
Moved to the city in one-room apartment
With her husband & daughter with wishes.
After some years the life gave a good start,
But her husband was attacked by paralysis.
Lying in a broken bed numb as a wound
She shed me deforming tiles of the rooms.
A life’s funeral procession was on its round
The man who loved her tore her to pieces.
She was still a beauty, accepted another
He made her laugh till she with joy me recall
I gave her the feelings of a summer shower
She was happy that I was at her beck and call.
As the time passed when her beauty faded
Embellishing her neck and wrists with jewels
Used rouge, kohl and hair artfully combed
No semblance of the beauty she was, Alas!
Heard the heavy steps on stairs in the night
Leading but to the bedroom of her daughter
I ran to help, heart torn, killed him with spite
Again cure for her was my salty taste and sweat.
I'm tear, multi-faceted emotions of heart much stressed
By happiness, grief, and pain when they are in excess.
Dr. Ram Mehta
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Tenth place win in:
Contest: Personify a tear sponsored by HGarvey Daniel Esquire
"The Honey Masquerade in Delta"
Love and Lust
ignores
ALL
The Others dissolve
who cares, Lovers don't -
Lovers are in a world of their own
Lovers dance
through shadows
Love and Lust
play their own game
Unafraid, they play
Day into Night
Night into Day
Burning sweet like toffee
they play,
The Honey Masquerade
In a World of their Own
The Wheel of Fortune calls
Venus Spins
Freedom
Delta lies her land flat
triangle shaped
beckoning
Free,
but now
Honey Trapped
Apollo runs her like a River
Out to Sea
Love like a poem
sweet vibed and ripe
Lust like a bandit
challenges Love
and ignoring
ALL
Lust takes the shiny, juicy Apple
and temptingly whispers to Love …
"Come, take a bite."
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"Behind The Wheel"/ Depeche Mode
https://youtu.be/cHpApC0oSCw
"His life rushes onward in such torrential rhythm that...
only angels and devils can catch the tempo of it.”
Anais Nin
“I prefer empty cages, Sabina,
until I find a unique bird I once saw in my dreams.”
Anaïs Nin, A Spy in the House of Love
"One discovers that destiny can be diverted,
that one does not have to remain in bondage
to the first wax imprint made on childhood sensibilities.
Once the deforming mirror has been smashed,
there is a possibility of wholeness.
There is a possibility of joy.”
Anais Nin
"Good things happen to those who hustle."
Anais Nin
“The one thing we can never get enough of is love.
And the one thing we never give enough of is love.”
Henry Miller
“Anaïs, I don't know how to tell you what I feel.
I live in perpetual expectancy.
You come and the time slips away in a dream.
It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence.
And then it is too late.
You numb me. [...]
This is a little drunken, Anaïs.
I am saying to myself,
"here is the first woman with whom I can be absolutely sincere."
Henry Miller
.... obviously, too much whiskey ....
"Delta of Venus"/ Anais Nin
A woman in rags with beautiful skin
Rusticity seen all over looking for a job
To her the village sky was too small to win
She wanted to soar in a city sky to probe.
Moved to the city so many miles apart
With her husband & daughter with wishes.
After some years the life gave a good start,
Her husband was attacked by paralysis
Lying in broken bed numb as a wound
Her salty tears deforming tiles of the premises
A life’s funeral procession was on its round
The man who loved her tore her to pieces.
She was still a beauty, accepted another
He made her laugh till she was in tears all
To her soul tears were like summer shower
She was happy that tears were enthralled.
As the time passed when her beauty doomed
Embellishing her neck and wrists with jewels
Used rouge, kohl and hair artfully combed
No semblance of the beauty with which she ruled
Heard the heavy steps on stairs in the night
Leading but to the bedroom of her daughter
Tears in eyes, heart torn, killed him with spite
Again cure for her was salty sweat and tears.
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April 4, 2014
Form : Rhyme
Solar flare of souls, their rebellious radiance glows
Luscious light outflows, all boundaries it outgrows
Seeds break their hulls, toward the light they crawl
Gripping the dark earth tight, craving heavenly light
The surface is penetrated, broken, a quiet joy unspoken
Blue Angels, Visions, all break out of their dark prisons
Swollen buds, restless stallions seeking out companions
Thunderous discharge of energy puts innocence in jeopardy
Night Blooming Jasmine bent on producing a sweet scent
Toxic fruit is what`s left once the ashen flowers are spent
Tenacious days are losing time, deforming a face once sublime
The sky`s a radiant gold, heavy with summer`s stories untold
Ebola childreN
Sons and daughters of dead bodies
orphans to fading villages,
victims of hunger and malnutrition.
your skin peeling of your bones
limbs keep treading on soil filled dead glories
children of empty promises where graves await your deforming spirit.
children of ebola,sons and daughters of designed suffering
totems of early parenting,
culprits of stolen foods,victims of child trafficking.
servants of deaf GOD,a body a day keep death count on the rise
who dies next?
children of secluded places,bearers of broken faces
souls as tired like the world has shattered on their fragile shoulders,
children soldiers.
carrying more bullet shells than buckets of clean water.
children of child prostitution,
sons and daughters of dead constitution.
children of open graves,
whose time is limited to chase their dreams six feet,
these dusty foot philosophers know that this land
has nothing for them but painful price.
sons and daughters of agape wounds,
who address these kids when no one is looking?
buzzing flies scavenge on skin filled with debri and broken DNA,
children of nomads in pursuit of happiness.
victims of portruding bellies and marasmus.
your mourning is silence by bags of rice
your tears comforted by sceptical eyes,
who dares to step on grounds filled with death
if not for a price?
this poem can not offer serenity to a mourning orphan
nor give food to the starving stomach,
how many graves have been dug to bury parents when children
are left as head of families?
this poem is not to spill elergies and tragedies
when African child bleeds,no one sends bandages
but only media coverage.
by:TSHEDISO SEROKI
As I saw your
caged
soul rioting for my
attention, I knew
you to be my
perfect
victim and started
envisioning how to
ravage
your beauty so it could
ensnare
and impersonate my
lifetime wishes
Fearlessly you
revelead your
nature, fiercely you
demanded
reprimand, boldly you
offered
acts of service, bravely you
amassed
chisels and knives at my
reluctant
feet for me to
begin
dissecting you
Now brace
yourself and descend in the
Underworld bathing your
vest in a river of
tears
and sorrow while I
tie your
bare chest to the cold
operating
table of awareness. As I wear no
protection gloves and you
are given no painkiller, your
hurt guides my
actions, as I can
not
look at your eyes unless your
rescue
is over
Let me therefore
rage at what
holds you prisoner, skinning
dysfunctional certainties away, spreading
deforming scars apart, clotting
poisoning doubts, cauterizing
harmful energy leaks, cutting
and stitching diseased
gut feelings, finally carving
new wings out of your
undeniable
ethics while I sew and
nourish your
soul back to
recovery
And the time will
come when you
stare
at the reflection of my
masterpiece in the mirror rejoicing
in what you have
become under
my direction in all
your bleeding splendor
With the drooping sunshine,
So we fly.
Waving to the burning hills,
Do we say goodbye?
Deforming clouds encompasses the horizons,
Reforming itself to strange compositions.
So grotesque is the sight of freezing moon,
a spell it spreads, spreads with magnifications.
The dying light spreads an enigma away so high,
It peeks through the dark clouds, as we pass by.
The trauma passes away,
waving at us with a loud sigh.
Like eagles, we watch the dance of the ocean,
Mesmerised in music,
Of falling sky.
A true Irish man with proper values cut from the cloth
not like those white elephants whom deforming the truth
Have made a mockery out of basic humane rights
and anyone with a morally stable brain or an ounce of wit
knows the faces of traitors claiming the harp and green
without a backbone to hold our flag up properly
freedom calls where our peace has been removed
replaced by a death sentence
He was reclining cold and motionless
Silence reigned as it signalled a torment
I prostrated and remained quiet, wordless
My mother's elegy evoked lament.
As the days passed, he started deforming
Lifeless body lay hardened but mounted,
To the neighbours gathered, went informing
Of the subtlety of very life, bewitched.
Kinsfolk followed you till crematorium
With prayers of praise in warm condolence
Soul shall find solace with honorarium
Through your religious deeds in governance
As the bodily disappearance calls,
Just flash of fiery ignition that brawls.
©?????Khachab Dorji????