Best Directory Poems
An echo of footsteps fill the serene salty air,
muffled thuds like faint taps in slow motion,
moving in a somber sonata over a creaking pier.
The bitter breeze is a harbinger of forthcoming storms,
but in an empty promenade the silence is soothing.
My anchor heart finds comfort at the sun shimmering,
upon a lullaby of waves calming the senses,
I lose my thoughts, almost forget myself,
as they softly caress moist sands,
sinking deep into trodden grains,
each ripple touching my hollow soul
like messengers of prophecies,
with sweet premonitions of pleasure and treasure,
but some resemble embers eternally burning,
leaving behind a directory of debris,
engraving intensely, as each fragment
weighs me down like burdens from a wreckage.
The mind ponders,
how I am a northern shore
whilst my life is a southern coastline.
What could have been and what will be,
what is mine and what is not,
what I actually deserve and what I have got.
In these internal fragilities,
we are like estuaries without an embankment.
But in this stillness the sunset is evidence
how the end can be graceful.
I gaze towards the ceaseless seas,
wishing the tide could carry me away,
but I am a broken boat left to rot
upon cold sands on a winters day.
Sunday Scribble
MysticMisfits™ Staff Directory
Staff Spotlight:The WanderPoet
Position: Ephemeral Verse Consultant
Clock-in Time: Unknown
Clock-out Time: Immediately After You Notice Him
You won’t see him arrive.
You might catch a glimpse--
a flicker of velvet,
a whisper that sounds like unfinished poetry.
He drifts between aisles,
scribbling stanzas on the backs of receipts,
leaving notes folded in teacups,
and misquoting love spells near the lip balm display.
He never applied for the job.
He just appears
right before a storm,
drops a single verse,
and vanishes before the ink dries.
We tried giving him a name tag once.
It wrote itself into a sonnet
and dissolved in moonlight.
Check back often. New employees arrive whenever the veil thins… or HR sneezes.
Revolution – popular discontent –
From which revolt of third estate arose
Of burden’d citizens which all resent;
Monarch’s frivolities must be disposed.
Committee of public safety, in charge,
Dooms all to die at Jacobin command –
The guillotine strikes fear, makes numbers large
Embrace of death that variance demands.
All are ruled under the directory,
With those that led now dead, missing their heads.
Among them, none could guess trajectory
Of the directory torn now to shreds
Through one man, emperor by self ordained:
The great Napoleon, o’er France to reign.
Articles and stories over a thousand years with peers
Bastion of world and unearthly cheers
Chanting, litting the candles of history
Deepens on hearts of directory
Excerpts of penners' calls immortal
Fountain of inspirational walls eternal
Gallantry in thoughts etched on boards
Highlighted in neon lights, not swords
Inlet of brimming vividry
Jargon of poetic brevity
Kaolin of delicate crystals
Lining, circling in virtuous celestials
Might of dear penners
Nestled in curves and strokes of thinkers
Outpouring of hearts' endless desires
Pillars of writing bolstered with wires
Queues numbered in heralded battalion
Racing with olives in pavilion
Strength of ink on reams of poetry
Tingling ribs with humor and artistry
Up and down you sit and relax
Voices of souls never lax
Wonders in writing and imagery
Xylophone of tones, echoes in bravery
Your mighty pen tells it all
Zany or bold, each word says it all
MY FIVE SENSES
Five senses hearing, seeing, smelling, touch and taste
Received, perceived and analysed by brain to accept
sending message to the trove of memory,
some to select and to be preserved in glory.
some to reject to be deleted from time-directory.
On sundown Mom walking in yard holding my hand
reciting a sweet rhyme giving the errand
of affection of Mom and child to bind.
I can still hear the perfect rhythm in mind.
I can feel her touch: Childhood memory to rewind.
My Dad was my idol, philosopher and guide
His advice and instructions are my pride.
His words still knock my ears to hear clearly.
I can visualize his eyes showering blessing dearly.
On success, he touched my head, I can forget barely.
In Grand mom’s garden, all the flowers were white.
Gardenia, white roses, varieties of jasmine bloomed bright.
Snowy whiteness with dawn dew to put in vase
enchanted my eyes to be painted in mind-canvas.
Senses owed to smell and sight, simultaneous.
All on a sudden, a lady of little acquaintance came
carrying full lunch on my birthday putting me in shame.
Fifteen years have passed, I still recollect
and relish the flavor and fantastic taste
mingled with her love and affection at best.
To gift a posy of flower on my first romance,
one opportune moment gave me a rare chance.
Slight finger- touch shivered me from top to toe.
Bubbling blood flushed, rushed in flood to flow.
That touch is glued to soul in glaze, glare and glow.
07/3/18
'Five Senses' Contest by Viv Wigley
Fourth Place
Incoming ...
distress missive call
Hangups on the other side
of the continental divide cellular room
Mushroom sobs of insecurity
click end of volatile transmission
Redialitis sparks an emotional kaboom
Hold the phone ...
busy signal
blocks the aural unnecessary
audio carrying on
Listen to the sick, sad drone
of earworm infection
Party line frienemy chatter —
rumor skullduggery
lip shake the skeleton bones
Wireless ...
discredit babble cry is on the blame install
Wronged directory
sent bye-bye a phantom victimized 911 call
Hangups on the teary-eye side
of the bleary divide
Insecure tremors rattle the room
Situation report bleak ...
relationship on a carrier gloom
Moby D pigeon chirps want the last speak
Mushroom wails
spark splash a cellular kaboom
Hold the phone ...
fade-to-black signal
buries the raised decibel unnecessary
verbal carrying on
Silence transmits an air golden tone;
as needless, exhale worriations
of arrhythmic heart palpitations
get disconnected lung distance long
And the bad karma vibrations
beep off-the-tower power grid gone
You were born in a war ravaged state
You lost your man to the caprices of fate
You fell prey to your wayward ways
Victims of betrayal, greed or circumstances
You were drowned in the tide of darkness
Depraved incidents of forced sex and perversions
Rooted in carnal desires and unsated frustrations
The fleshpots in town frowned upon as receptacles of sin
Wisdom of society’s views wearing very thin
Thwarting those in heat from living out their dream
Objects of titillation and subjected to derision
Unfortunately placed or forced in a profession
Reckoned as the world’s oldest
Harlots you are, courtesans at best
Buffers to man’s baser side without respite or rest
Mistress to royalty or a gangster’s moll
You’ve mastered the act of a defenceless doll
Apparently enjoying the bizarre and the extraordinary
But behind this masquerade is the quintessential mercenary
Pandering only to the philandering of the paying strata of humanity
You frequent raunchy night-clubs and sleazy bars
Walk the streets and lurk around dark corners
You are often just a number in the telephone directory
Or recommended for unusual skills, honed to a speciality
But you seldom blackmail, reflecting your innate nobility
Possibly you booze to drown your pain
And get your high on heroin and cocaine
You are accused of ruining marital ties
And of driving your lovers to a life of vice
Who squander fortunes, just affording your price
Hail lady of the night
Only death can release you from your sordid plight
You are the paramour without the strings of a wife
You are the reprieve from loneliness and strife
But alas, you suffer damnation in your earthly life
The WORD is PERFECT. It is from God's OFFICE that man gets the VISION. On your LAN APPS make sure you are hooked up to the Holy Land. Your PASSWORD is: JESUS. He does not play GAMES.
The Lord will PURGE your mind; as He does QUERIES and shows you what's there you must decide to ENTER or DELETE. For each MENU He pulls up, He allows you room to ESC (escape). There is no ALT (alternative)/ you cannot SHIFT to the left or SHIFT to the right; God must always be in CTRL (control).
The devil will INSERT thoughts which you must choose to ENTER or DELETE. PAGE UP (look up) or PAGE DOWN (look down). Just don't SHIFT or TAB over and serve Baal.
PAUSE take a BREAK. Stand still and see the salvation of God.
God will open the WINDOWS of heaven and pour you out a blessing you won't have room enough to receive. You won't have to go to HARVARD to get the GRAPHICS. God will give it to you. You won't need PARADOX you will be in PARADISE. For if you endure and hold out until the END you will go HOME and be with JESUS. Remember these COMPUTER KEYS.
In my book: "The Yellow Pages...A Directory From God published in 2005
Copyright @ 1994
Computer Keys and Software in all capital letters.
Carol Eastman Computer Poem Contest
Your Genes is (GENESIS) in the image of GOD. We have visited a strange dust. Most of us (Moses) preachers were sent that we can preach the exist of old dust (EXODUS). Then GOD decided to give the Priesthood a run (Aaron). He call him a Levi. Today a Levi it is us (LEVITICUS); ministers who carry the Word of GOD. As a preacher there are a NUMBER of things you must remember. First you remember that duty runs on me (DEUTERONOMY). Secondly remember, it is just a way (JOSHUA) HE JUDGES the tRUTH.
FIRST SAMUEL annointed Saul King, SECOND SAMUEL anointed David King. That's two Kings, FIRST KINGS AND SECOND KINGS. Everything done was record in a FIRST CHRONICLES and SECOND CHRONICLES order. EZRA and NEHEMIAH asked her (ESTHER) for a job (JOB). David sums (PSALMS) it all up as Solomon probed the verbs (PROVERBS). Yet Solomon, he pleased the ashes (ECCLESIATES) for all was vanity. This caused him to sing a SONG OF SOLOMON. It goes lke this:
I say ah (ISAIAH) JERIMIAH you have many LAMENTATIONS. Are you lamenting for the king because he seeks to kill (EZEKIEL) DANIEL Ho! Ho! Ho say (HOSEA), JOEL and AMOS let the old beat die (OBDIAH). Show nuff (JONAH) let it die. MICAH, NAHUM, HABAKKUK and ZEPHANIAH...hey guys (HAGGAI). He then sang ZECHARIAH mellow hi! (MALACHI). What a song he sang. He was known as SOLO MAN (SOLOMON).
This can be found in my book called "The Yellow Pages...A Directory From God
Copyrights @1994
GOD SPOKE AND I WROTE
By Elton Camp
When calling a company of much size,
Automated answering isn’t a surprise.
“Thank you for calling our business so fine,
But we do not intend to come on the line.”
But your call is important to us.
Listen carefully to what you must do:
For English press one, for Spanish two.
And now is the time for us to mention
Punch right now your party’s extension.
Your call is important to us.
If that number you don’t know,
Then here is the way you do go.
To put you on the right trajectory
Key the name into our directory.
Your call is important to us.
Since a response you didn’t make
Here’s another route you can take.
We may learn just what you mean
From these options, a list of fifteen.
Your call is important to us.
Enter the number that fits best
And simply ignore all the rest.
When it gets to the end
Hold to hear it all again.
Your call is important to us.
You have picked option five
Don’t expect a person alive.
All representatives are busy right now,
But for you to hold we happily allow.
Your call is important to us.
Here’s some music to entertain
While on the line you do remain.
Our valued customers are not deceived
Calls are answered in the order received.
Your call is important to us.
Thank you for continuing to hold
Or so says a voice for times untold.
A rep will be with you right away.
And we are so sorry for any delay.
Your call is important to us.
We figure that your time is ours to waste,
So why should we even try to make haste.
This handles calls at lower cost
Even if customer goodwill is lost.
Your call is important to us.
We are so sorry to have to say
Business hours are over today.
Our policy now does direct
Your line must disconnect.
But your call is important to us.
In seventeen sixty nine a child was born
in Corsica, Genoa's former vassal state.
Prior to his birth, his land had been war-torn,
Paoli's resistance did his birth predate.
At school, his geometrical talent was inborn,
and he was tutored by none other than Laplace.
For his accent, his peers at school laughed him to scorn,
but fortune would elevate him from grass to grace.
With his much older heartthrob he tied the knot;
much to the chagrin of his own dear family.
For the heart of Josephine he relentlessly fought,
and at Chateau de Malmaison they lived happily.
Later he would choose a military career
that would take him beyond the Corsican frontier.
France's revolution saw to his glorious rise,
when at Toulon, he took royalists by surprise.
To Egypt he led a dual expedition
of a military and scientific mission.
To France he returned and sacked the directory,
taking charge of the affairs of state and treasury.
Europe did contend with him in seven coalitions;
at Austerlitz he subjugated two nations,
at Marengo, Austria on her bended knees fell,
at Jena-Auerstadt, Prussia to victory bade farewell.
At Borodino, Russia met her nemesis,
as her vanquished forces saw their paralysis.
At Ligny, Blucher like a beaten canine fled
with the terribly smitten forces he once led.
Portugal's sovereign lord to distant Brazil ran,
when like an invincible lord he came to his realm.
The emperor he feared, and made no military plan;
thus he paved the way for him to ascend his helm.
But despite his triumphs, his weakness was exposed.
At Rolica, his troops a major set back saw.
From Leipzig he did to Elba's island withdraw,
from whence in 1815 he returned unopposed.
Russia's wintry plains did his grand armee deplete,
making his troops vulnerable to a future defeat.
After the famous battles in which he gloried,
his great ambition at Waterloo was buried.
Your Call Is Important to Us
By Elton Camp
When calling a company of much size,
Automated answering isn’t a surprise.
“Thank you for calling our business so fine,
Though we do not intend to come on the line.”
But your call is important to us.
Listen carefully to what you must do:
For English press one, for Spanish two.
And now is the time for us to mention
Punch right now your party’s extension.
Your call is important to us.
If that number you don’t know,
Then here is the way you do go.
To put you on the right trajectory
Key the name into our directory.
Your call is important to us.
Since a response you didn’t make
Here’s another route you can take.
We may learn just what you mean
From these options, a list of fifteen.
Your call is important to us.
Enter the number that fits best
And simply ignore all the rest.
When it gets to the end
Hold to hear it all again.
Your call is important to us.
You have picked option five
Don’t expect a person alive.
All representatives are busy right now,
But for you to hold we happily allow.
Your call is important to us.
Here’s some music to entertain
While on the line you do remain.
Our valued customers are not deceived
Calls are answered in the order received.
Your call is important to us.
Thank you for continuing to hold
Or so says a voice for times untold.
A rep will be with you right away.
And we are so sorry for any delay.
Your call is important to us.
We figure that your time is ours to waste,
So why should we even try to make haste.
This handles calls at lower cost
Even if customer goodwill is lost.
Your call is important to us.
We are so sorry to have to say
Business hours are over today.
Our policy now does direct
Your line must disconnect.
But your call is important to us.
Powder blue sky without imperfection
horizon soothed with voiles of heat haze
amiable breeze a caressing distraction
to alleviate celestial fieriness ray's,
floral tapestry feathery foliage of green
contrasting multi coloured layered themes
of delight, peaceful, tranquil, clear and serene
turning reality into soul satisfying dreams,
sultry evenings attracting light drawn insects
Silhouettes darting between dark and light
Creating shadows delivering special effects
in the minds directory no cause to rewrite,
fruit trees, cereals in fields, lush berry bushes
flourish anointed with enriched liquid gold
spray dispensed by ripened Angels blushes,
creating summery tales, stories to be told,
nectar harvesting bees happily pollinate
causing hive of activity within honey factory
dancing left, right, directed route to navigate,
Sourcing products to replenish their refectory,
summertime new beginnings, recreation
for young, old, beauty to enjoy and behold
natures creations, Earths natural plantation,
balanced, nourished, satisfied, controlled.
Are you ready?
Picture eighty-seven children, practicing for a Christmas show
in a sales barn that does not have heat or a sound system.
A skunk died somewhere in here a few hours ago.
Many are screaming.
Some are crying.
Many do not know me.
I am new in town, and obviously crazy.
It is freezing cold.
I had unwisely told all the mommies
to do their Christmas shopping
and leave all eighty-seven children with me
without any other adult chaperones.
I could be a killer. I guess no one understood that
because they did.
We were all sobbing when they returned to pick up their
children. I did not show it on the outside. I was too "nice".
I was sobbing on the inside, trying to figure out how to save
face when it failed, flopped, and was the worst show they had ever
seen.
It came to me a few hours later after I had my heart attack and died twice. I called six mommies and gave them parts. One was the narrator, because she knew the children's names. Which was
a much better start than I had. Two others would get them on and off the stage.
Did I mention I telephoned every number in the church directory to see if anyone could figure out how to rig up a star that lit up on the back of a pick up that we could all follow from the church to the manger (aka sales barn) the night of the program? The man who could do it was named Ziegwier. The last name in the book, so I called them all.
It was the best Sunday School Christmas play in the history of the world because I was the last car to get there, due to me orchestrating so much stuff at the church, and the six women had it all going beautifully and well by the time I parked clear in the back and ran in there. I sat back and relaxed, knowing God was in the house.
A nightmare without terror,
A peaceful life without savor.
Voluble blasphemies
In the flames of a hell
Perfumed with the stench of lust.
A heart loaded with lugubrious memories,
My soul bellows in the darkness.
Running to die, for barren pleasures,
Insatiable are the sickles of the reaper.
Allergic to flashing lights, even with a spotless record,
I wander in the obscurity of their hatred.
Thirsty for bills of every color,
I sometimes gaze at my scars
So as never to lower my guard,
Always on alert like a fugitive terrorist.
A few victims etched on the clocks of my conscience,
I have lost liters of hemoglobin, scraps of flesh,
Worshipper of spontaneous shots of adrenaline.
I know the story of my genetic code,
I will never be ashamed of coming from a third-world country.
I have rummaged through the trash of my memory
Before scourging the arrogance of my oppressors.
Lamentation has never been scribbled
In the script of my existence.
Clairvoyant, I behold the world
With the eyes of the bearer of celestial lights.
Nothing but interests in my directory,
I have no time to scrutinize
The complexities of human nature.
I glean my elation
From the fears of my enemies.
I carry the stature of those slaves
Drugged by the peace pipe of liberty.