Best Displace Poems
I care, I search in the depths of my heart,
A higher power that will guide me in every start.
God the loving Father, the nourisher of life,
Helps me tide over and conquer every strife.
I search for love’s golden thread connecting one and all,
Uniting nations and people as a single whole.
I search for God’s benevolence and beauty everywhere.
Wish to astound people by showing that I do care.
I search for the light of wisdom’s warm embrace,
So that from my life, darkness I can displace.
With wisdom as an abiding and bosom friend,
I know, the journey through life is easier to mend.
I search for a fresh dawn and a beauteous setting sun,
And peaceful sleep when my task for the day is done.
In my soul, I shall never find
another who completes me like you.
Our endless love, for strength 'tis true,
I rely to face those days of resign.
But always does my heart remind
of blessings from heavenly blue.
The ties of eternity like glue
shall always endure, bridge and bind.
My heart renewed was once threadbare
worn and ragged under bitter tears.
Oh, the first dance of love as a pair!
Tears of joy displace the trembling fears.
A love entwines two hearts aware
as endless bands of gold appear.
I could chisel my love into a mountain
But mountains errode away
If I carved my love in solid ice
It would only last a day
I could write my love up in the sky
But the wind would soon displace
I could write my love into a book
But letters can be erased
I could shout my love into the air
Sound waves expand and fade
I could sing my love in melody
A fleeting serenade
I could express my love with a simple glance
Even though my eyes can't see
For if they could, I'd have realized
That you do not love me.
Please my heart, upon lips with just one kiss.
Embrace my body with sweet warmth tonight.
Caress me, without one minute to miss.
My eyes shall glisten in dark, shining bright.
My heart shall pound deeply in bold delight.
Love that we share, bares no witness ever.
Our bond is magical, blindly clever.
Our passion shall grow wild, end in great bliss.
Bound together, ecstasy our planned sight,
Pleasure shall take us, beyond the abyss.
Your eyes displace my soul, without a fight.
One slight touch of tenderness, just feels right.
We share a common goal and endeavor.
Elations we give will last forever.
written for
Romanticism In Rime Royal Free Poetry Contest
written by
Cecil Hickman
three incisor teeth burst through fresh flesh...
opaque as pearls, strong as love, precious
beautiful baby babbles assertively
mesmerized by mishmash sounds
that her astounding mouth can make
prose poetry in its practice
as canines erupt, she moans from the ache
teeter-tottering restless to repress pain
speedily advancing in substantial strength
distracted by oblivious destructiveness
a significant stepping stone approaches
as a capable kindergarten adult
she wiggles loose her first baby tooth
receives a rich reward from a fantasy fairy
more teeth disappear like pressed piano keys
then return acutely out of tune
braces displace awkward half grins
an investment of finances and adolescence
unstoppable with seducing sweets
she sneaks cuddly candy under covers
falling asleep with sugar plum dreams
not counting a few costly cavities
free-spirited, experimental teen
meets Christina on the street
samples compelling quartz crystal
returns for seconds, as someone else disguised
mesmerized by mishmash sounds
that her astounding mouth can make
speedily advancing in substantial strength
she lucently levitates to a loftier place
a magnificent mind babbles assertively
sweeping the streets of pixie dust
no need to eat or sleep
like a firefly in heat, she dances frantically
teeter-tottering restless to repress pain
distracted by oblivious destructiveness
she visualizes voices that vivify the way
to the day's salacious survival guide
prismic vision's shimmers no longer satisfy
cotton candy granules' sweetness subsides
coming down from kaleidoscopic clouds
half-awake, she moans from the ache
shrill shrieks portray poetry's unspoken pain
death's drab projection is her heartless reflection
hocking heirlooms to trade for a transient thrill
a despondent inhabitant of tragedy
creepy crawlers invade every inch of skin
her thin figure balances a skull's shadow
irretrievable, ill-treated teeth crumble
like the city's plundered storefront windows
filthy, for granted, forlorn, fast-fading
...three feeble canine teeth remain
When a child with mood tuned to channel pout,
I cherished how you chose to repose me.
You chair-rocked soothing beats with arms about
me, your small lap-wrap, and lulled me gloom free.
Your gentle love nurtured my self-image.
Grown, I still feel Grannie-pats on my back
that once love filled me in your rocking chair.
Time’s chase cannot displace our love with lack
for still I rock in your love’s sure graced flair.
Decades death laid swayed not your dear visage.
revelation of revelations!
an ordinary morning til..
discovery of discoveries
brittle chrysalis
upside down, branching
breathing, pulsing
I pause and
inspect the
pupa’s fortress
tight and hard as
childhood memories of
milkweed pods
splaying, splitting, dropping
fragments into the
pungent soil beneath
My birth sac
splits apart
Baptismal waters
run down my legs
he’s going to be a
football player the
doctor predicts.
one last push
spills my babe
onto linen’s
glaring whiteness.
oops, he’s a she
and so beautiful.
A parallel universe
repeats, reflects, completes
an ever changing
life cycle
sunshine dries
black and orange panes
tiny filaments of gossamer
wings shimmer silky white
against the opaque sun
Dad’s car delivers
mom and babe home
their newborn squalls.
her tiny fingers
curl in a tight fist.
each digit is a
prayer bead
chanting its presence.
I gaze in amazement
my mind awhirl
wings and elbows,
antennae and toes
displace space now that
seconds before was
unknown. unclaimed.
Villain Unmasked
In odd places the Villain appears,
In the right places he disappears-
On merry moments then re-appears.
For, such is the habit of a Villain
Who enjoys to inflict carnal pain
Yet, scarce and elusive to be slain.
He contorts in a fearsome grimace
Ogling timid children on the face
Their infantile courage to displace.
Crawling like a famished beast,
Beating and flexing scaled breast;
He mulls on how to enjoy the 'feast'.
Where children are happy at play,
Ugly features at once are on display
To throw everyone into disarray;
Face clad on an fearsome hood,
Picks and chases them in the wood
To eat the abandoned Picnic food.
He cast to innocent people a spell
By urinating in the clean water well
Sickness to ring the death knell.
No wonder, he flies on black garb
Wielding the sword or his barb-
Voice, tearing the air with rhubarb!
His throaty laugh is deep, not mild
He groans and growls loud and wild
To shudder man, woman and child.
Between two lovers having sex
Suddenly, he re-appears to perplex
By disturbing, disrupting the reflex!
To the crafty potter kneading hard
He disrupts Industry and its reward
By breaking everything to shard.
Villain and his cruel art of stealth,
Art of disrupting another's wealth
Peace, Happiness and his health;
Art of appearing in places so rare
Schism, fear and confusion to flare
Peace, harmony, stability to scare;
One day he will know that his art
And foible of scare is not so smart-
He will be impaled by a holy heart!
It was a dangerous mix of midriff and moons.
A nude goddess was riding a tiger.
Moralization. I will not allow my peaks to
fail me. I was running on the road to salvation.
It cuts across the flames, then the zilch,
poised for becoming a rag-picker.
The pseudo-lies were half-truths. The alienation
was hung in air, in graveyard and homes.
Now the sun follows me in dark.
It was nothing short of a miracle,
eating the forbidden fruit and lying still
in the company of hydrangeas and drinking
nothing. Tears and salt displace the clouds.
Satish Verma
...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hustle and
the honking of the traffic, the noises of
a summer's day displace my reveries.
I wake, and through my window I see
barges in the harbour, bustling like
beetles, scuttling over busy waters,
dragging ships with overflowing cargoes
safe to rest - the dockhands primed
and ready to disgorge the merchandise,
as sunshine washes monoliths of steel
and glass in dazzling refinement - Manhattan
like a mass of golden bars, smoldering and tall.
Steam and smoke engulf a vibrant scene
encompassing, then drifting into nothingness,
the sky a blazing blue, the docks a maze
of rarified activity as yelling fills the air.
Beams irradiate my garret - drafts of bright
and humid air like punches in the stomach
take the breath out of my lungs and leave me
gasping. I sit and watch you sleeping on the bed.
You stretch atop the covers like a vision,
your legs and arms a picture in repose;
I do not dare to wake you from your dreams,
your limbs splayed like a strumpet, you expose
your naked form, my touch will flutter your desire.
your body 'wrapped in mine,
our souls a living sacramen
to love and joy divine.
I enter you and all the stars explode,
fulfillment is our quest,
our shining testament.
As evening gently falls the windows glimmer,
the city glistens now from altered light;
the glowing falters as the sun dips slowly,
dying in the West, makes way for night.
Activity's still rife, but in my garret,
I reach for you as darkness settles soft,
I hold you in my arms, forever blessed,
while stars are quietly dancing up aloft.
...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hustle and
the honking of the traffic, the noises of
a summer's day displace my reveries.
I wake, and through my window I see
barges in the harbor, bustling like
beetles, scuttling over busy waters,
dragging ships with overflowing cargoes
safe to rest - the dock hands primed
and ready to disgorge the merchandise,
as sunshine washes monoliths of steel
and glass in dazzling refinement - Manhattan
like a mass of golden bars, smoldering and tall.
Steam and smoke engulf a vibrant scene
encompassing, then drifting into nothingness,
the sky a blazing blue, the docks a maze
of rarified activity as yelling fills the air.
Beams irradiate my garret - drafts of bright
and humid air like punches in the stomach
take the breath out of my lungs and leave me
gasping. I sit and watch you sleeping on the bed.
You stretch atop the covers like a vision,
your legs and arms a picture in repose;
I do not dare to wake you from your dreams,
your limbs splayed like a starlet, you expose
your naked form, my touch will flutter your desire.
your body 'wrapped in mine,
our souls a living sacrament
to love and joy divine.
I enter you and all the stars explode,
fulfillment is our quest,
our shining testament.
As evening gently falls the windows glimmer,
the city glistens now from altered light;
the glowing falters as the sun dips slowly,
dying in the West, makes way for night.
Activity's still rife, but in my garret,
I reach for you as darkness settles soft,
I hold you in my arms, forever blessed,
while stars are quietly dancing up aloft.
It is the sound of a glass house breaking
As I sit on the precipice of fate
I live on the edge of silence taking
The stride of life from within my gate
Dumbfounded, perplexed, I vex
A heart I hear buried beneath debris
She burns as her will connects
To fetch her grace but not to follow me
Who am I to displace a heart from home?
Reflecting dreams in every scrap I see
What am I now, if I am not alone?
Within the shards of glass that cut us deep
I swallow down this pain with loss I meet
To carry on the plod of threadbare feet
Just a poetic (souper) side note courtesy chief
wordsmith brother unaware ye experienced grief
diagnosed as walking pneumonia please bull lief
yours me, he doth care and breathes sigh of relief.
Gratis the miracle of modern medicine wife
of Richard McGeehan, he offered succor
during serious bout when ye suffered strife
lovingly tendering lifelong counterpart
spelling finis regarding any galavanting nightlife
nurturing mother of their grown son (Brendan),
who immersed her whole self as housewife.
How aware ill luck of the draw
found thee inexplicably stricken
with serious malady against the law
nearly necessitating travois
(maneuvered by Kit Carson)
to transport thee to medical center.
The above stanza unbeknownst to you
analogous to current reading material
myopic eyes of mine view
historical fiction titled
"A Most Desperate Situation"
authored by Walter Cooper,
I just might maintain as keepsake
among various and sundry other books
lined up like soldiers upon shelved queue.
Courtesy perusing selective material
not so much to become boastful
self pedagogical ace,
but merely to expand knowledge base,
whereby latest erudition
preoccupies mindscape with displace
called realm of imagination
allowing, enabling, and providing me
to travel into hyperspace
only welcoming family members
like thee dear sister into myspace
a beloved sibling
thirteen plus months older
glad ye got begat December 1st, 1959
whereby ye got fifty two plus weeks headstart
to join (chance throw of genetic dice)
entrance into human race.
Though Amelie Beth Harris-McGeehan born
more than three score and three years ago
if series of unfortunate events would befall thee,
this sole brother would certainly mourn
and with futility emasculate and scorn
himself until... his own plaque
designating his buried cremains
in lieu of tombstone worn.
Whose child is this, before me laid
A gift of God, from his love made
Two tiny hands my heart embrace
This one who chose my world to grace
So innocent, so unafraid
As each small feature is surveyed
Life as I knew it starts to fade
As I gaze down upon this face
Whose child is this
Oft to my Lord, my wish conveyed
Each evening for this child I prayed
All my misgivings now displace
My emptiness of heart erase
Has He at last my fears allayed
Whose child is this
02//23/2012
Let me be the one!
One glance at your face
Initiated the chase
I have therefore, joined the race
To determine whose arms, you finally embrace
Of gold I heard your heart is made
To provide for a weary heart like mine, a shade
For a love like yours, I've always prayed
And hope no other, would have you swayed
Seen beauties without measure,
Yet, none gives my eyes more pleasure,
Unequalled, in beauty and grace,
The emptiness in my heart, please displace
I am hooked, as I never have been,
To a beauty, who ought to be a queen,
With abundance of brains and elegance
And no quantum of arrogance.
So, bury my heart in your bosom,
And let our love blossom,
Display me to all, like a work of art
But, never be thrown at with a dart
Let your lips be mine alone,
Worthy you will be for my throne.
Let me live in a love that’s fair and true,
Not one that'll always leave me blue.
Let me make you my Tsarina,
And you make me your Tsar.
Let me be your one true boo,
Not some display animal in your zoo.