Best Devolves Poems
Beetles, most likely, felled the giant.
A gruesome deterioration,
of a quiet magnitude,
ravaged inward.
Until, in the cold night,
root structure surrendered
from hardened ground,
to a misery of horizontal dust.
And where once the domain of birds,
was glorified above,
now gives shelter to ants and grubs.
Golden bark breathes no more.
A deathly gray instead petrifies,
the deceased former shade giver.
And yet as cell churns to molecule,
and molecule devolves its complexity,
soil enriches.
Earth becomes fertile.
And the dust again gives way to life.
Categories:
devolves, allegory, nature, tree,
Form:
Free verse
Tea leaf powder brewed
Token stream of tea devolves
Cyclye of life flows
Reincarnated grains bind
Nouveau palates sift huskings
Categories:
devolves, allegory
Form:
Tanka
Blue men talking, standing askance.
Boasting through insecurity's dance.
Hands on their hips, changing lead.
Reacting on cue, shifting need.
Negotiating through,
judgment with a glance.
Women walking, asking what's new.
Gossip, the only bile they spew.
Hand flicks hair, waiting their turn.
No care found,
in conversational queue.
Vapid exultations,
few words ringing true.
At least children are honest,
in the games they play.
Deceit is expected,
engaged in guiled fray.
They follow nature,
yet to learn nuture.
Only feeding the belly,
indigenous feral creature.
As we grow, our self devolves.
Our heads get big.
Evolutions remain small.
Mind misses action,
never to resolve.
Blind to self, most seen, stumble.
Lost, are still children,
solving life gym's jungle.
Debased animals, looking to feed.
Self serving desires. Slovenly need.
Racing with rodents,
towards commercialized greed.
All the while, rages a storm.
Emotional tempest, everyone's norm.
Forsaken desires, thoughts, feelings.
Chasing fiction in idealized form.
What a world it could be
if we ignore the vulture.
No pressure from society,
living outside pop culture.
Without realizing such simple truth,
doom your life to perennial youth .
Blossom in being, a springtime flower.
Or, remain the same.
A beast, uncouth.
Hide your wobble,
you never found your center.
Or spin again,
open doors, and bravely enter.
It will amaze you.
Realization we are all the same.
Unique shards broken
Together, life's window pane.
Apart, yet still one, whole.
Jagged piece, portal to your soul.
So savor your flavor.
Show the piece that you hold.
Let these words be the wizard,
to a fearful lion, grown bold.
Life is a dictator's game.
Too short to do what you're told.
So stand on your path.
Heart's compass held high.
Swim against the stream,
Let loose your 'rebel cry'.
-Angel Fatale-
Categories:
devolves, deep, encouraging, feelings, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
Why is it so much harder
to lose than to gain?
Why does what we don’t possess
plague us so much, while all we have
is so abundant?
Is it a kind of Darwinian determinism?
Determined to hunger for what we imagine?
Gratification devolves into disappointment
in an instant.
Like food fed into a grinder,
Pulp recycled into new hungers.
If I could lose my hunger,
Maybe I could lose my loss?
©dbyrne jan 2014
Categories:
devolves, loss, lost,
Form:
Free verse
Democracy devolves into tyranny, Plato cautioned.
Flooded by the frigid torrent of factionalism,
will we certify his prediction?
Blinded by the prevarication of public discourse.
Numbed by the inundation of disinformation.
Crippled by the conspiracy of doubt.
The real deep state festers in our cortex,
a place where the charlatans of fallacy
invade,
a dwelling where terrorists of mind
take control.
But the terrain before us is vast.
The dense forest and effulgent meadows ahead are unmapped,
musky, fructuous forest floor perfumes the breeze,
The scarlet skyline of the dewy untrodden beckons us.
Abundant life is our rehearsal.
Can we honestly say we know for what?
Yet, such rapture is eloquent in our dreams.
Such reverie will arrest the parsing of our quintessence.
Our distortions are lifted when we are united
in communitarian struggle.
Published Online 4/2021: The Opiate Magazine
Also scheduled for print publication: summer, 2021
Categories:
devolves, allusion, dream, hate, hope,
Form:
Political Verse
Through the operating doors,
devolves tragedy like no other.
An unending trail of blood,
on hands of a worried mother.
The operation a total success,
doctors that weave life baskets.
Death that creeps beneath them,
sealing patients into their caskets.
Piano chords bring in House,
unshaken by the finality of life.
The love for science prevalent,
incisions by that saviour knife.
Leading blindly into disease,
tears that manifest from roses.
Chalkboard guesses washed away,
an office door that never closes.
Sherlock Holmes of diagnosis,
flawed through careless thought.
Outdone by victorious immortality,
there was something he forgot.
Heart stopped during testing,
wrong medicine made it worse.
The letter she wrote for daddy,
folded neatly inside her purse.
The rain falls upon his collar,
from heaven high clouds above.
Prognosis unsolved by reason,
for the truest cure was love.
Categories:
devolves,
Form:
When cacophony drizzles through razored defence
and silica devolves to radical flight;
regressing reflections, remembered absence,
with no passion for self inflicted contrite.
When each subtle arc shrouds the ragged offence
like a lovers hand when it becomes to tight,
and the ladder we ascend always goes down,
deep in the shallows, abstract visions we drown
of realities war; what we think we see,
when six cruelly curdles to manufacture eight,
we dash china valleys with ejected scree
before layers of failure can procreate,
and like the sculptor we struggle to set free
the beauty that hides below imagined weight.
No matter the mirror; calculated lies,
our best is when we cover our eyes.
Categories:
devolves, angst, depression, health, social
Form:
Ottava rima
(Gen. 1: 1, 14 / * Isa. 26: 4 / Isa. 43: 10 , Isa. 44: 6 , Isa. 45: 5-7, 17, Isa. 46: 9-11 /
* Acts 1: 7 / * Eccl. 3: 1-8, 11 / Mark 13: 30-33 / 1 Tim. 1: 17 / Jude 25 / Rev. 21 :6)
The King Of Eternity Gave Me Laser Answers
So That I Would Know of All Matters
That It's All Only A Matter of Time
Yes, All Things Are Set In Time's Prime
Yes, It's All Only A Matter of Time's Size
It All Comes In The Frame As Time Supplies
The Past, The Present & The Future All Relates
It All Devolves Upon The Time That It Takes To Make:
Once Upon A Time:
One Drop of Water Pierced A Stone-Face Into A Smile
One Step Then Another Paced A Walk, A Million Miles
One Speck of Dust Then Another Made Earth's Mosaic-Tiles
... of Pebbles Into Boulders Until The Many Mountains Piled
& A Child Grew From An Embryo, As One Cell Multiplied
All In A Matter of Time's Length & Scope & Steady Strides
Once Upon A Time:
One Thread Joined Another Until Its Sewn Into A Fashion Style
& Years Reached The Hour's Stroke That Heralded End of Trials
Each Separate Instant As It Happened - Produced History's Files
See - Its All Only A Matter of Time, All The While
There Is A Time For Every Matter & A Time For Every Thing
It's All Only A Matter of Time's Space, Track & Sync
So It's Only A Matter of Minutes In The Continuum of Time
'Til We'll Meet The Moment - All Is Divine
Whether Its A Hard Conclusion or An Easy Climb
Whether Infinity Is Curved or In A Strict, Straight Line
Whether We Fail To Find Our Own Finally Arrived Sign
Or The Start & A Stop & In The Middle That Binds
Its All Only In A Matter of Time ...
Whether That's To Catch Ocean Waves or A Winds Cadence
Or To Fly Thru Galaxies By The Speed of Light's Radiance
Time Is Ever Moving Forward & Spreading In The Distance
Time Has No Break & Man Can't Hold Time With Resistance
Time Is A Touchstone, That A Traveler Uses As A Chart
Minutes Are Modes of Transport, In Time's Non-Stop March
A Moment Is Only A Motion, of Emotional Import
Yet Whether Its Digital or Analog or Of A Sundial Sort
We Can Touch Time - From Our Own Back-Porch
Time of Itself Is An Interval ... & Time Is A Track
One Can't Rewind Actions & Time Won't Run Back
(Unless of Course GOD Himself Designates That Act)
But Time Is Organized & A Tamper-Proof-Fact
(Part 1 of 3)
Written & Copyrighted © : 9/9/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
Categories:
devolves, future,
Form:
Free verse
Little birdy said “a lot of coma coming soon”
When the earth chills down with a blood red moon
Silent shrieks abound as the brain dissolves
Big mistake on the uptake man devolves
"Wrong again!" the only right I’ve ever heard
Weaned off electronics from a full blown nerd
Hope to keep my pattern going and be wrong once more
Otherwise, we all have zombies scratching at the door
Categories:
devolves, dark, evil, halloween,
Form:
Rhyme
Prayer devolves to Meditation
Meditation toward Prayer
As long as the Master's listening
As long as you know that He's there
Categories:
devolves, god, meaningful, prayer, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
Villanelle : Don't some live Life the way he or she wants it
Don't some live Life the way he or she wants it
Look around and see who lives resounding lives
If I were Life's Playwright won't I so fix it
Make both Yang and Yin agree to make things fit
Into the entire Scheme of Things which us drives
Won't some live Life the way he or she wants it
No playwright can banish conflict from his Script
He'd play to empty seats actors who mime lives
If I were Life's Playwright won't I so fix it
So Evil-Doers reign supreme to make it
The way the Play devolves on stage each scene contrives
Won't some live Life the way he or she wants it
Not to shift blame on either won't I judge it
Best to make Authorities live double lives
If I were Life's Playwright won't I so fix it
Doubt not why Evil-Doers always make it
Protected pardoned cherished Queen Bees in hives
Don't some live Life the way he or she wants it
If I were Life's Playwright won't I so fix it
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2018
Categories:
devolves, conflict, judgement, life, philosophy,
Form:
Villanelle
He came beating a path
That devolves everything
That is norm
Strangely kitted
Strangling patterns
Dawning and hatching
Stirring the hope
Of the unmasked kind
Erasing all dreads
Settling to rest
All that was held aloof
Categories:
devolves, inspiration,
Form:
Narrative
So far removed from our primitive nature...we don't even hear when GOD speaks...we'd rather adhere to the rules and the foolery...thus so man devolves back to crawling on his knees...this time from being defeated...never lived in caves only a slave to his own mental imprisonment...should have used animal-like instincts to fight to be free...but even kings of jungles can't even stand without their roots and their land...so soil the seeds of knowledge planting trees to be grown...not to be hung from...but to extend olive branches to the ones I am talking to now.
Categories:
devolves, people,
Form:
"We appreciate the popular democratic intention,"
began the Drag Queen Ball proclamation,
'Equity for All'
We would even more appreciate
a more specific lack of pretention:
'Equity for All Victims'
of Straight
White
Patriarchal Privileged
Trauma.
The masculine hotness we admire,
and gladly serve,
is a renewed ecofeminist face
to replace past Patriarchal
Capitalist
unfortunate RightWing embrace.
Ecocide,
like Transgender Matricide,
devolves from Patriarchal-Capitalist
self-fulfilling dark prophecies
win/lose zero-sum survivalist economies
fueled by hellish
anthro-privileged
dis-rapturous
anti-health for all
anti-living Earth becoming All
monotheistically desperate
demonic despair
Of a Straight White FatherGod
incapable of ecocidal repair
while continuing to invest
in punishing deviance
from Straight White Male
cosmic monotheistic glare.
Categories:
devolves, culture, health, humor, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
The rose
natures
fairest scent
covering
the valley
pales
compared to the
smell of your
perfume
on a letter.
If Aphrodite
Goddess
of beauty
of love
swift she
devolves into
a wretched hag
given the chance
to love
you.
And Shakespeare
godly master
great creator
of words
dull to me
when I
hear your
sweet voice
calling to me
from the page.
Such is my
truth
the sum of
all the splendor
and more
(though it persists)
will not
ever amount
to one iota
of you.
(click on the pic to preview my poetry book!)
Categories:
devolves, love,
Form:
Free verse