Best Dismisses Poems
POTD 4th Nov 2019
Vanquishing all reservation
twilight's prelude heralds
shadowy anticipation
of a secret amorous thirst
He surrenders once more
to his darkest desires
amplifies the sultry ambiance
with star spangled bursts
A slave in her entity
tremulous in her splendour
Captivating and illuminating
this shadowy tryst
yet her heart beats not in rhythm
to the songs he composes
she dismisses him once more
Saying… ‘it is what it is’
However, through chinks of his ardour
ebbing resplendence
Predominant primacy
hard to resist will persist
refusing to believe …’it is what it is’
refusing to believe …’it is what it is’
The intricacies of love
too difficult to fathom
Her preference mismatched
he cannot define
her daily mantra
heightens sensations
reserved for the one
who appears to outshine?
Nothing but ineffectual
is her discordant course
the unyielding reality
of it drives him insane
and through the ebbing darkness
she hears him screaming ….’it is NOT what it is
It is Not what it is’
No satin ropes will tether
her cosmic line of duty
No romantic soft liaison
would induce her to stay
Tremulous and tender
her love cruelly wanders
from his romantic serenade
she turns her light away
Succumbs to his enemy…Day
whispering softly…. ‘it is what it is
It is what it is’
POTD 4th Nov 2019
The sense of restriction dismisses all other senses.
I still see her face .....on our wedding day
when love was blind.
Now I watch the changing expressions
flit accross a once radiant face.
Ones that make me sad.... though more often mad.
The deep grove on her brow caused by many a frown
her cold eyes when she looks at me
the chill of a winter's wind.
The way she dismisses my attempt at talk
rather she steps away ... an insolent walk.
Fires rage within me...hate seeds start to grow
against my soul mate......who once I loved so.
Where did I go wrong, what have I done,
a good man I am...a loving husband.
I give her everything........ nothing does she lack
yet she treats me like a dog....who's not even allowed to bark.
The day she left me...I searched for answers
I searched high and low
what I found left me bewildered so
for the image my soul mirrored
was not me....could not be,
a frightful picture the one I see.
Handsome and suave.... the outer garments I wore
sweet talk came easy to friends outdoors.
A devil at home ...a taste of gall.
Underneath it all was my image ....mirrored in
the face I loved.
Had I but eyes to see within... I might have changed
but too blind I was .....too arrogant...too vain to see
the ugly garments the world could not see.
Unforgiving, and condeming wretch that I am,
vindictive and controlling too.
Ashamed I am I must admit
I have judged my love unfairly.....and lost it all
'twould have been better..... never to have judged at all.
A Beautiful woman
Sweet Voice, Hypnotizing eyes
Displays of smiles
Emotions of lies
Life seems normal
No obvious dismays
Yet you have no idea about her life or necessary ways.
You would never know what story she has to tell
You would never know how she lives so well
Not an average career Yet one so real
Only the true Lipsticks now she truly feels.
Shadows with no name
Conversations with no face
Only thing relevant is the action taking place
Makeup just right
Hair up tight
Eyelashes fluttering
Along with whispers in the night
They want to know more about her
So they try and converse
She accepts no emotional visitors
Strictly business & Dead presidents to place in her purse
Her lipstick leaves her mark
Dismisses those nameless shadows when the magic is done
Strictly pure survival
All work no fun
It Keeps the luxury in her pockets
A smile on her face
She a woman of strenth and undeniable grace
Sweet woman by day
A Beautiful host by night
Welcome to her world
Of a Lipstick Night
It clouds the vision of its proponents
Causing them to see things that are not.
It mixes their minds into components
To which rational people give no thought.
It dismisses those whose eyes are angled
Or whose skin is anything but white.
It is quick to see the homeless as mangled
And to surmise they cannot be half-right.
It believes its views are singularly correct
And all other positions implacably wrong.
It lumps non-conformists into a sect
And treats them as a misguided throng.
It forecloses on every outreached move
Designed to help it achieve perspective.
It knows what it knows—nothing to prove,
Unaware its thinking is grossly defective.
It owns uniquely the truth of every issue,
Taking care to avoid having facts intervene.
Its arguments are made of gossamer tissue,
And in time they are sluiced from the scene.
The sun rose that morning like a freshly baked pie
Warm and golden
Its purpose prepared for the day ahead
To torch the bald and hat less heads
Its was time to take its place in dust clogged sky
Its barely 6 am when the sounds
of the first cow bells ring
as the beasts of burden make their way
to find the last remnants of the dry brown hay
the grasses thirst for that first rain
and the cattle search and search in vain
oh where are you black clouds and thunder
its been a long long and warm dry winter
as the day progresses the hope of rain dismisses
oh if only that storm front from the north
would makes its way and come forth
you can even smell the air its sweet aroma
as the sound of thunder gets ever nearer
the anticipation of all of nature fills the air
every creature
and when that ferocious downpour is at its finish
you think to yourself why so quick and why did you punish
but at least it has given you strength
to face another day, to go the length
to put up with the heat and to say I’m sorry
for ever wanting to leave this beautiful Kalahari
Unconscious bias can upset one's heart
if kin or friends might shun your written art-
to look upon good poetry as play-
negating words that might uplift their day.
Some think of poetry as silly writes
that jumble words and do not meet the rights
to be upheld as literary worth-
with any thoughtful meanings to unearth.
Perhaps poetic metaphors give pause
and render writers void of earned applause.
Ambiguity somehow dismisses sense;
unconscious bias- inborn to commence.
Most poets may unveil views quite obscure
that sometimes deems their sanity unsure
by those who harbor this unconscious fact-
and hold back ways by which they should react.
We're thankful other poets read our art
with no unconscious bias on their part.
They understand the nuances displayed
in chosen thoughts so artfully conveyed.
The heavens glitter, as trillions
of eternal stars crown the night.
And Earth's bejeweled tiara
twinkles, as Night sparkles with light.
A gilded Moon reveals Her face;
the Goddess of enchanted beams.
And dismisses rules and logic
in favor of magic and dreams.
Safe in my bed, sleep severs strings,
allowing for untethered dreams.
And anxiety floats away,
drifting along fantasy streams.
In fantasy dreams, I explore
feelings of love and compassion.
And not as a puppet of lust,
but a heart, imbued with passion.
Nightly, in the realm of slumber,
imagination helps me cope.
For sheltered from reality,
dreams expand the fringes of Hope.
Have I ever loved another with true feeling?
Which other love lifts me to infinite heights?
And reaching for you in the shadows of morning,
the purity of thoughts dismisses external frights.
Have I ever measured the wonder of love's might?
It keeps on giving truly through light or darkness;
I must love you limitlessly, denying you no right...
I must love you faithfully, accepting all praises.
I must love you with the trueness of heart I choose,
making good use of it, not inflicting a bruise...
remembering grief and the adolescence's trust;
in joy and in pain, God's will I will be obeying.
After I'm dead, my promise will awaken at last,
delighted that there's no dimension in my giving.
The wind has wings
And it has moods
It can caress you
And it can dismiss
Never think that the wind
Is only a movement
Of white puffy clouds
Lazy crossing the sky
It has a restless soul
And it has willpower
It can fly high in the sky
And it can crawl canyons
And bottoms of the terrains
Like a sinister rattle snake
Chasing a terrified pray
The wind knows the secrets
Of the endless universe
And can tell you the stories
Of brilliant countless victories
That happened in distant
Lands thousands years ago
Or did not happen
But could have if
The wind would have
Blown the other way
Wind can change destinies
Of rocks and living things
It is untamable mysterious
Fearsome free, and wild
You’d better make friends
With the whimsical wind
Before he dismisses you
As insignificant thing
And will blow you away
With its powerful wings
The other way where things
That could have happen
Will never come to exist
And will die before
Being born as a form
Riveting Thread
Riveting
designs of antiquitity
Recovered ruins of the distant past
Mix and match with modern taste
Adaptations and variations
Cropped tops
High waisted pants
Shoulder pads
Corsets
Tie dye tee shirts
And acid jeans
Fringe Flapper strings and beads
Sequins
Earnings
And head bands or ornaments
Of the 1920s
Vintage
Classic, unique pieces
Collecting dust in the mere hour
Porcelain doll
Annabelle,
Her pout lips
And rosy, droopy cheeks
Find her chin
Her aquamarine eyes
Complimentary of the green olive of her puffy sleeved dress
Her head
Of strawberry blond tresses
Her cream, lace ribbon
Tied upon her curly strands
Embellished Elizabethan
Glossy polyester
In turtleneck
Two bronze bows tied upon her chest
Adorned with faded yellow wallpaper and synthetic flower ,
Golden and peachy hues
Masked by charcoal grime
Some two fingers chipped as tooth
Laced up brown cowgirl boots
Flat heel
Clicking horseshoes
Beguiled is the eye that dismisses
her rough countenance
Her owner knew not of her quality
Her value
Her brevity
A knowing eye prizes such finds
Collectables in his treasure box
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
09/03/19
The mountains engulf and embrace me,
Like the sun shining through a window,
Pulverising the darkness and gloom,
With hopefulness and truth,
Making me aware of my possibilities,
Not numerous but few -
Allowing me to choose between two.
I prioritise, and focus just on one goal,
Resolve to achieve my ambition,
Find in myself my actions and am spurred on,
To proportion the gulf which stares up at me:
The chasm flees when normal people interact;
The unsaid but spoken disappears instantly,
Providing me with care constantly.
The view exists as humankind exists,
But while many people beg to differ with one another,
Nature eats up those who can't be edified -
Those who augment it with a god to trace,
Whatever is said, whatever is done,
Mustn’t be normal, easy - natural,
But rather should be contrived and conventional.
That we evolved is dear and liberating,
As a lover who wets her beholder’s cheek:
Faithful relationships soothe our spirits,
Connecting us with nature and public;
I know I came from the mountains and the hills,
From which I take courage, vigour and have duty,
From rugged, sheer beauty.
Is this beauty crude, or does it manage,
The looks of my accusers who bare me?
It dismisses them with assumptive glare,
Kindness gently certifies their stabbing buzz,
Until heaven and hell are constructs waiting to touch:
Which, but for the inside’s surmise, will indeed myself mar,
And but for my silent thoughts, which do the spartans bar.
The view also relinquishes flightiness for me to pour,
Over the collars of the parallel and the same:
Marched in by sociopathers, the directors of freedom;
I receive from naturalism’s stance, it's posit,
Billowing amounts of heart, drive and chance,
And decide to accept the opportunities which will embrace -
In concern - with well-being, affection and grace.
My suspicions, intentions and instincts see the complex,
How it should be deconstructed, with pleasure,
Out with the validated by a clergyman or Christian leader,
Who evince as harder and more boring than nails;
What entails then stimulates on into waving meadows,
And so, not silenced by the silence I sit in having cried -
Feeling accepted and taken - I'm respected to them deride.
The fusion of indecision and imprecision robs lives of vitality
Freezing minds in a state of petrified fear
That slays sagacity, perspicacity and versatility
In circumstances where room for a tear
Lives and survives in dreams and screams
Born from excess procrastination
Wrapped, strapped and capped in saline streams
Where strain and stress sail to an unknown destination
To accommodate losses tossed helter skelter by wasted time
Angry and hungry to the maximum
When time determines laggards can no longer climb
To the platform where reforms mete out sanctions against the podium
That condones pardons for omissions of standard operating procedures
To advance progress and minimize distress
In minds that fly to ply their trade in grudges and smudges
Meant to obliterate and digress the dress and tress
Indecision and its mate imprecision don
As they strut their tardy stuff
When the cult of progress and success they abandon
In favour of promoting snuff and bluff
As Kaizen pops up on the scene
Dismisses both indecision and imprecision
Banning them from society where their obscene
Attitude scampers to safety. Precision
Takes over proceedings
Revamps operations
Rejigs seedings
Repositioning and rearranging choices and voices in vocations and destinations
In which perspicacity and prompt decision making earn first berth
Followed by agility seeded second
Indecision and imprecision suffer dearth
And procrastination and obstination choose to abscond.
My heart is beating with upbeat delight
You astound me…in every shape and form
My spirit is dancing with unbreakable might
You surprise me…when you take my hand
And pull me outtah my jail-like dorm
And He dismisses me from my solitude…
My eyes are glistening with bliss…
And I’m far from my demise…
Only to find that there’s no need to feel helpless
Why do you spoil me rotten with your fatherly affection?
Just protect me from any harm
Let me make my own decisions…
To see the results in the long run
You prize me as if I’m cherished like your carefree child
You don’t understand – I’m TOO foolish and wild
I haven’t even reached to full maturity
But how eye hope to see myself grow and be set free
From the world’s mayhem
Is there a solution to this problem?
And I’m left with no answer…
My eyes are eager to see…another bright day
And the night is coming to haunt me…
I find myself slowly disappearing from sight…
When will God give me a purpose to fight?
When will He feed me His awesome might?
Just support me…especially during my downfalls
Please answer my calls!
And I’m left to venture off into His path…
Eye can’t escape my terrible nightmares
Consider my calls of acceptance…my grief weighs a ton
Let me pour forth my tears –
Do me a favor and cast away my fears
Steer me away from disorder and confusion
Eye can see you’re making great progress
You’re heading towards a brighter, superb future…
My eyes
No longer witness oblivion
My eyes
Looks beyond the earthly pain…
bEyOnD the affliction
I spot a rope in the distance. . . . .
Push aside the waves…and let me
Grab it this instant!
God feeds me His love…and treats me
Like a newborn infant!
Eye see my Father with brand-new eyes
I feel rare content
And I feel hardly any resentment
Eye
cherish
that
REMARKABLE
moment
Desires of fame and wealth beyond needs
And some want the end of the world to come
But he who demands the payout and dismisses the harbingers
Will not hear the tuning of the trumpet calls