Best Dubiety Poems
It's the apocalypse of the antipoetic,
some are apoplectic, instead of apologetic,
this is no diplomatic 'dead poet's society',
but the anxiety results in notoriety,
increasing dubiety for word weaving variety.
The grammar police pursue like the four horsemen,
trying to silence my poetic garden's endorphins.
Pouring petrol upon my enchanted petals,
burning the rain, before sweet petrichor settles,
so onyx skies, thundering cries and lullabies,
slay my sentiments like premature butterflies.
Where is my dark angel friend to protect my quill,
before I double down on poetic forms against free will.
When creativity is silenced it's a suicide of speech,
a hypocritical rhetoric is not what hallowed halls teach.
Wizardry of words have no hoodoo or voodoo on your muse,
write about love's labyrinth, rage or life in a way you choose.
Beauty of poetry lies in the eye of the beholder,
poems that merge in harmony bring the rat race closer.
Outside the winds of illiteracy, words want to be free,
to release ink, until your heart's last stand - that's poetry!
Don’t know how it started, or how it ends
I’m older now then I will be then; when
I was scribing with quill, candle and scroll
A mind of dubiety, road full of holes
A wanderlust dream, of apples true taste
A destined arrival, from earth to space
Learning my place around the bend
My limbs sinking in the chair akin
To the rustic oak desk, branded by toil
My hands numbing, gears lacking oil
Watching raindrops kiss the window
A top hatted, hunched mans figure descends
He says with a grin, I’ll show you how
To properly command your pen
I pinch myself over and over again
Thinking I’ll wake next moments blink
I said sir, let me sip that ink you drink
Dine from the flowery plate you ascend
With glib he said, the drink is to think
Outside of a realm we transcend
The ink is verve that the heart kindly lends
To our inspired souls speaking
To minds boundless pen
I blink and he vanished
A note left to me holds words I brandish
“Calm eagles yield more then the busiest wren.”
Winter's crisp yet early breath whispered to me this eve
A yearly session as we, the cold and me, gather
Conferring when, when can I join her, join her as she
gallops wild and free-
Life has been cocooned, reigned tight and sensory
deprived-
all I cry for is the wild. The wild and the wind, as I was
meant to follow-
Espousing her movements is where I was meant to be.
How could you know?
Wrapped in a thick, sticky web of dubiety, never has she,
the wind,
seen me free. Dreams of conifers and dancing emerald
aurora always
calling to me, always calling and pulling me.
Yet, in this populated, polluted cocoon I remain as a
corpse,
not as a thing wild. A thing to lick raindrops off grass and
go where the day seizes me, never to wander among the
honeysuckle and bees, listening... just listening...
Concrete, lights, noise, horns, words, highways, bi-ways,
runaways, flyaways
Speak easies, slippery tongues, silty breaths, monitors,
breaks, jump ropes,
shoes, bonds, bonds- chains. Always chained.
Bosses, fights, liars, diers, criers, things always moving,
changing, squirming, vibrating, stinking, pissing, kissing,
f***ing.
Disease and lies- untruth to ones own self.
Utter self deception- the worst sin of all.
The cold wind fingers my hair, touching intimately
the parts she wishes to follow her-
the cocoon wraps even tighter, pushing her away,
completely away.
But I can still smell her and know she wants me.
She knows I want her, she knows I love her,
she knows I will die before ever truly knowing her.
A soul cries yet nobody hears him
They say he has neither a head nor limbs
But he has a soul and a spirit
Undesirable is the soul to be taken from the womb
A soul cries yet nobody hears him
His voice is so mild that no one can hear him
He’s damned for a crime he didn’t commit
No supplication and inspiration to share
A soul still cries yet nobody hears him
He has neither words nor songs to hymn
He’s languishing from a lashing whip
A victim to hatred, dubiety and immorality
A soul cries yet nobody seems to care
He pleas for his precious life to be spared
Yet with a mild voice no one will give an ear
With despair he cries and screams into the night
A soul cries yet this girl has turned a deaf ear
A voice tells her “eliminate him from here”
But a master fate will sometimes have it to be
The Dame escorted him six feet underground
The Poet Preacher © 2014
In between the prayers of a million words and emotions
To the God in the sky, statues and pictures stuck on walls,
Looking out for some signs of their existence,
Constantly asking for the solutions to the difficulties absorbing me,
I pity my parents, the God that brought me to Earth.
Perpetually asking for my take in life, my plans, my aim,
Encouraging me when I am lost, hiding their own loss ,
They doubt my ideals, my proposition,
Doubting themselves in their acts of bringing me up.
They see me failing, depressed and succumbing to the consequences of failure,
And they come, encourage me with a filtered smile and confidence,
They narrate the chronicles of success, struggles and experiences of hard work,
And convince me that defeats are just part of life.
"Each fall make you rise higher, till you reach where your destiny resides,
Therefore do not worry, have faith and be diligent", they tell.
They are more skilled with life, they have seen asperity
They have seen problems and have found leads to solve them
They see the inarticulate words and concerns of mine,
They know the sensitivity, the fears that brings me down.
But they do not know, I too comprehend them all
Their anxieties, worries and dubiety of their methods,
Their frustration, their urge to see my mind
Their patience to wait for me to speak out my conception,
Their filtered emotions, their plastic smiles,
Their perpetual ways to procure my intend so they can aid,
Their endeavours to keep me going, keep me bucked up.
I see them all, but I am helpless,
As I am a question without an answer,
I am still vexed to rise after the falls,
Still scared to choose a path,
Dread trailing me like my shadow,
Mind dense with gratuitous beliefs,
Heart brimming with suppressed opinions,
My escalating wrath, annoyance and the agitating soul,
But I am their kid, I have their blood in my veins,
I inherit their ways of forcing a grin,
I too show them, there is nothing to fret,
I am all sorted, and on my way to the goal that I still need to find.
K.S.Lakshmi
O’ faith, Do you reside in tattered pages?
Do you dwell in wretched thoughts?
A pervading pillar to lean our hearts
Vanishing when engaged eyes turn
Obliterated by laughs and gambol
A ghost under blankets of distraction
Carried by the winds fickle temper
Storing you in the nooks of bleakness
Rising when pain demands answers
A friend of solace for lonely souls
Hope for roots stricken by privation
End to the voyage of tired seekers
Pillow to rest their dubiety in peace
O’ faith, exercising your confidence
Is testing when bitter reality bites
The graves magnitude loom over us
Taking a blinded leap seems foolish
Knowing one day I’ll wash upon shore
O’ faith, diversions shall triumph
Until you have become time's fool
Only then we find fruits bore or woes
Until then my idle condition wanders
As your essence dawns in each breath.
You bear the shy marvel and then***wreak the scanty dubiety.
FENCES BUILT BY DEFENSES
I once said you and I had different definitions of love and what it's all about
now i'm left treading water in a sea of doubt
I know our feelings about love compete with one another
but it's all about the fire and the embers we must smother
we embrace by the fireside and swear our love will never end
while I hear all the errant contradictions I need you to defend
as all my queries about you and my dubiety mount
and all that remains on your mind is the condition of my bank account
I thought your idea of love is what you can get
now i'm not certain enough to place a bet
I just know that the disparate ideas we have are evident
and the difference in the way we love is prevalent
I know my conception of love is what I can give to you
but it doesn't seem to matter what I do
you just want what you want and you want it now
while I know how much my love has to and can endow
we sit midst the shimmering lights, waging shadows and your selfish desire
as three glasses of rum and your egocentric ideas douse out the fire
I never took love as a contest, rivalry or competition
all I know is when it comes to love we don't have the same definition
© 2012...... PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
T H E T R I C K S T E R
i've been an old scientist
for too many unmeaning deaths
had my weekly date with
an ocean of razor-waves
called
anxiety |
euphony if you get so far
C O M P L E T E
dubiety
//call my maker subroutine
StartExoComlinkCosmos();
... click. "Hello my Maker."
classical polylogs
and cigarettes
i fed you before the stars
and heavens // inside my mind
making new worlds \\
& to climb out of the pits
of our despaired hopes /monster
under the hair -dare|Already kissed
T H E T R I C K S T E R
:: 12-01-2016 ::
To fear God is to not laugh at his creation
To not bluff about the treasures of goodness
To fear God is to be helpful to the abandoned
To feed our soul through sharing and forgiveness
To fear God is to know he hears every intention
To always say what we mean and unthink ill-will
To fear God is to render goodwill out of conviction
To always do unto others at no price but free will
To fear God is to see the whole world in his hand
To fear God is not to tremble to the storms and thunder
To fear God is to know the universe bows at his command
To fear God is to trust in a faintly whispered prayer
To fear God is to guard his existence from dubiety
To borrow the generosity of his earth and to owe him our love
To see the limitless of the universe as a just fraction of his deity
To be aware of no other form of life than one from above
Unparalleled beauty
as a sky illuminated by a lusty moon
whenever God is revealed by lucidity;
many are the luminaries that magnify:
and all He created by a spoken word...
such was the creation of our magnificent world!
If that is a verifiable legacy,
why do some disbelieve it ...
to eliminate a presence so felt
and distort this evidence by embracing their doubt?
A heartfelt laud is acknowledging Who is divine,
praising what is certain and real in a space so astronomical:
by rejoicing in His works that stupefy the human mind;
and inspire each heart to be logical...
to immerse itself in the spiritual!
No planet or star ever slants: they're perfectly made
as we are...displaying a beauty so sumptuous;
therefore, we're the witnesses who shouldn't wonder but defend!
And who else, beside Lucifer, wouldn't be so invidious of our integrity...
to beset us by disarray and dubiety?
How did this universe come into existence,
if not by an Omnipotent Being?
And we would be so awe-struck,
if there weren't any stars to make us aware of their magnificence!
And He extends His unlimited mercy to all...
by giving us ample opportunities to make amends:
without ever remembering how sinful our nature was!
And what He gave our ancestors, with a care so amorous,
He still offers us by honoring His ancient promise:
that we obey Him and reject sin from the very beginning!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Chakra midst the forehead; way to spiritual empire;
Symbol of complete consciousness and ethical umpire;
Disposition of enlightenment; corporeal world;
Integral unity; angelic wisdom within furled...!
Myths speak of Lord Shiva comprehending through his third eye;
He could annul ignorance; see yonder limits of sky;
The mystical clairvoyance is on; inner sight glazes;
Purple splendor like Amethyst; wisdom within blazes...!
Single-mindedness, precision, inspiration, insight,
Unblinking third eye is continually glowing light;
Perceiving the world sacredly; connecting to cosmos;
Within ever-shining divinity it does engross...!
Abolishing dubiety, vagueness and skepticism,
Uprooting adverse weeds of purposelessness and pessimism;
Gives coherence, assiduousness, spontaneity,
Leads to endless bliss; merging with eternal deity...!
05 July 2022
Red
Lips
Painted
In the round
Mirror was the last
Farewell to the love loyalty
Betrayal as a stab in the back compared with a
Black hole that sweeps you to an unknown place covered with penumbra and dubiety
Fictional
Nayda Ivette
3-21-2016
I treasured You in my soul
And..
Will treasure You in my heart:
making you my part..
continuously without a lapse,
slaying off the gaps
without any dubiety,
without an end,
forever you will blend
with my sweet delicate memories..
In my heart beat I will endlessly keep
chanting your name,
forever being same,
enjoying your charm,
doing no harm
only with love, care and
overwhelming pleasure.
3-7-2020
First place in the Contest:-)
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Dear heart,
Please take a break
I know this feeling, I have had this feeling before
It soothes at first, beguiling flings
Which shines, too
Sometimes brighter than goddess Theia
I know the comforts, the placidity it yields
And the euphoria!
Dear soul,
Stop the inner monologues
I know them, I have heard them before
With their potent, clean blade of satires
They chop pathos into cruelty, dubiety into actions
Listen to how it urges me into a chance, now or never!
Volition, I can hear the whispers. Volitions!
Dear mind,
Avoid these thoughts
I remember them, they’ve run here before
Scattered into ways of no pattern
Tearing asunder the accords binding the soul and mind
Here, they boast of the utility they bequeath me
Chary, here, I must be, and slow I must tread
Forasmuch I owe the better of me to them
But hey! Avoid these ones regardless.
Dear self,
Collect these fragments and mend them back
For you’ve lost yourself, broken and scattered
Blend symphony from these discords
And for once let you speak as you, dear self!