Best Emptily Poems
Mrs. Robin, busy as a bee
visits my home's skylight annually
She builds a nest there carefully
her private retreat, only I can see
She commandeers my yard militarily
hopping to and fro imperiously
Ever seeking bark or twig assiduously
to feather her penthouse more comfortably
A half-dozen blue eggs she lays surreptitiously
Settling down over them protectively
Sheltered from the elements so cunningly
She awaits their hatching expectantly...
One day, her chirpings' cease, inevitably
Mrs. Robins' dreams realized successfully
She's flown the coop, perforce happily
Her nest, forlorn ~ stares at me emptily
July 10, 2020
Bird Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
Categories:
emptily, bird, care, home,
Form:
Monorhyme
Vigorously crying, feeling like I'm dying in the midst of mourning under the rain fall and tall mighty trees.
All I can hear is a shout of, "Why God, why did you take him away from me."
The hurt and the loss of it all will always be with me.
Flashes of moments, all in memories.
The life we had together is now history.
As they put the coffin into the ground while I stand on graveyard land.
It really became clear to me.
My lover and friend was a guardian angel sent to me.
Swiftly walking to leave this cemetery place with friends and family.
In God I trust my memories will never be erased, emptily.
Categories:
emptily, death, funeral, lost love,
Form:
Elegy
I am teetering at the brim of progress
The self I spend to be of worth
Is the same self that I had to earn
And to what end?
I ask,
At what fee?
The ones that stand down do so for free
And all that’s left is work for me
(Fr ,
PdV)
I hauled up, masochistic Sisyphus
All they did was balk
Scatter, Jack and Jill
Emptily talk
About how hard, how far
Never
I could not
And then for an instant I was on top
[King parenthetical]
They stood with their calculators
Screaming
But negative RTlnKeq ???
Kb T times ln W ???
Enthalpy minus T entropy,
Gives us the standard energy ???
I saw the people finally sap
It was halfway forward to halfway back
I felt something snap
And I fell unfathomably far
To a different bottom
A different problem
I stood intermediate at the foot of the unknown
Before a taller peak to dethrone
--
Note: Gibbs Free Energy (delta G) is a thermodynamic parameter used to describe reactions and stability in chemistry. It is common to see a diagram of delta G vs. reaction progress. These free energy diagrams consist of continuous curves with peaks and troughs. The lower the energy, the more stable.
Unfortunately you have to have significant background knowledge in chemistry to understand every reference.
Categories:
emptily, change, dedication, journey, life,
Form:
Rhyme
I slipped through the side gate
Into Paradise, the sun shone
And my Shadow Side slipped
on a golden cobblestone
'What are we doing here
My Shadow asked
I've spent our life planning
Our home in Hell'
'Why won't you cooperate
You know you hate me
Did you get religion
It won't work, you hate priests
'Because you kissed the
Golden Ass Goddess
Doesn't make you a saint
It makes you a sex pervert!'
'Shadow, get behind me
I said, or stay buried in
my psyche with my corpse!
Foul Thing, begone thee!'
'O that's cute,' said Shadow
Wrack me with cheap names
You dead slab of graveyard meat
But you can't make me sane.
'Maybe that Sacred Lollypop
Told you Now Is All, and
This Is IT, and Have A Ball,
But I'm calling it to a halt
'I have issues you see
And it's you, not me,
And though I hid in the dark cell of your soul
I wanted to flee, be free'
I took a razor and cut Shadow free
Sailing off like a balloon on the wind
Reaching for altitude in the pearl gray sea
Where he expanded and popped, emptily
Paradise is quiet now that I'm alone
My Shadow Side bag of Sins is gone
But I miss him on the golden cobblestones
I turn around fast to catch him
Just behind me, there! where?
Just back there, where I can't see
I turn and turn but he's not there
Just a razor scar left inside me
Categories:
emptily, betrayal, death, psychological, sin,
Form:
Free verse
In the mirror do I see,
A slight form unfamiliar to me,
Thoughts and feelings not my own,
Selfish desires I do not condone or wish to be.
Alone.
Just my reflection and me.
Through the swirling mist and fog I see,
The ghost of a girl in me.
Wailing and cawing to escape
I would answer… If only I could wake.
The condensation is a misty breeze,
Through gaps I see a pair of green, wild eyes
Startled, they glare,
but I fail to recognise.
The mist slips through,
between my fingers into the ether,
Forever to remain a mystery.
I stare emptily at the dimming eyes now full of melancholy.
I feel an urge to put my hand to hers.
Her touch is cold,
My hand leaves a print,
Disrupting the unity of the condensation.
Her smile is weak,
But welcoming, nevertheless.
I stare blankly,
Unable to comprehend,
This ghost of a girl in me.
Her features are soft,
Her eyes forgiving,
Despite their timed look and rough edges.
She sighs. She knows.
Suddenly I’m not so alone.
She understands,
Though I’m not sure I understand what it is that she understands.
She is knowledgeable with doubt,
Foolhardy with caution,
Brave with trepidation.
And me?
I am empty.
I am what she begged me to be:
Thoughtless and free.
Though I know her tears and pain to be real
I stare now at her in envy
As I yearn only to feel.
Oh, ghost of a girl in me despair,
Oh how she wishes she were me,
Thoughtless and free,
And I,
Wholeheartedly.
Wish that I were her.
Categories:
emptily, absence, allegory, character, deep,
Form:
Narrative
I Hereby Salute!
Those were the days........
Uncle loomed in many ways............
More joy at home ..........
With the cards well played...........
Life has become lonely.........
Yet he takes it very cooly.............
Sits tall in his chair............
Undying spirit is his flair.........
In a house emptily........
Adulated by kin many.............
Some shy to express.............
His impartial heart not digress..............
Fathered hand.........
When shelter was anon..............
His door they knocked............
Their life was so blank.......
Knowing he was in there..............
Footholds found everywhere..........
Revered by those ..........
Whose hearts silently rose........
To a Man of integrity........
I hereby salute!
September 12, 2015
Contest: Stand By Your Man
Sponsor: Silent One
Categories:
emptily, character, cool, devotion, father,
Form:
Ode
They say that, in your dreams,
a polar bear represents a reawakening….
And there;
In sight;
With the full moonlight off white in the night;
Reflecting a scene
of extrasolar plight….
Atop a very tall dirt pillar; a plateau;
Was a dead,
more than half rotted
polar bear
lying on its back—
Skeleton totally exposed….
Partly decomposed;
Half white/
Half hacked—
Face half on
like the matter of fact.
Emptily gazing at the stars.
I looked at the bear;
Then leapt off the plateau
soaring into that night.
That curious night.
So clear— and concise!
So wildly, peacefully, full of advice.
So scary
So lonely
So nice.
At least I can fly in my dreams.
Categories:
emptily, dream, flying, home, sky,
Form:
Rhyme
the storm has come and gone
leaving in its wake
a nation searching its soul.
decent folk pick up the slain
from debris strewn streets
and lay them to rest in the fields.
though the guns have fallen silent
spoilers emerge from dark streets
stoking ambers of hate, beating war drums
they bury their atrocities in waters
and hope it washes away into the ocean
but no ocean could wash away blood of the slain.
brethren come forth
bring some comfort
to the heart of widows
who with vacant eyes
grieve inconsolably.
brethren come forth
bring some comfort
to the heart of orphans
who with teary eyes
gaze emptily.
brethren there is a wound
in your soul too
festering, it burns for healing,
brethren there is an emptiness
In your soul too
lingering, it yearns for forgiveness
brethren if you come forth
with contrition and tell your story
maybe, healing comes tomorrow
I see a flame so fragile
glowing in the dark
it dances softly to the blowing winds
of reconciliation for victim and perpetrator.
Categories:
emptily, betrayal,
Form:
Blank verse
The changed wind today,
Blows a spontaneous rhythm;
Endlessly on broken chords.
As every He/She pendulums blindingly,
To blend and bend themselves craving for,
Inquest of a roller-coaster joyride inside;
And ultimately is found to return,
Tuning itself in-wards;
On blind voyages from somewhere to nowhere,
From nowhere to somewhere.
For everyone is found to be guilty here,
Burning in an eternal guilt;
To get born again and reborn again.
Rejoicing on others guilt,
Relying to live on our ancestral Grand Father’s spit;
Whilst, one like me simply gets gone;
Going on blind voyages towards countless destinations,
Tripping to n fro within.
To dive, plunge and sink into,
A private world of our own;
Where we sailingly dream to fulfill,
All the sprouting desires of this mind;
After weighing them on,
Our personal Jesus’s sunbeam.
Frequently chased by so many trillion thoughts,
Innumerable beliefs, relentless creeds and scrupulous dogmas;
Which haunts to finally halt on,
Any ageless question mark to recur all life.
Alas..!!! A self-realization returns,
With empty hands.
To be left alive only with,
A realistic blank vacant and pseudo existence.
Ooh! For we all are fellow-travelers here,
Traveling in the same boat;
Strangely acting to live,
A life in search for some non-sense;
In-quest of a mindless state,
A timeless space
As the living law of life righteously suggests,
That truthfully everything changes to be non-existential.
For we all have emptily arrived here,
With nothing to gain;
And nothing to lose,
Just to have a splendid vacancy in vain; during our return.
Thoughts poured:
Dated on — 9th Feb’ 2011.
Categories:
emptily, art, birth, death, introspection,
Form:
Questionku
Not then as mingling personage,
and its resort,
nor as linguistic parsonage
in moments scored!
So also referenced structuring
the church in ford,
oft marks the course in buffering
a message heard!
The sight of Christ, so ruffling
with wonders chord,
all else is stemmed from suffering
within reward!
I know of Christ, not muttering
in daily towards
as did address my sauntering
from human board!
The bonds so striven emptily
as merits hoard
cannot compare with brevity
His presence . . . soared!
Note ~ My only Son had married in Brookings, S. D., and he and wife were transferred to Iowa. I had hoped for a continuing relationship. They were transferred four times with his
Enron pipeline job ~ then the Company went under. But before leaving South Dakota I
was headed out to their home (they had left) and near a turn, where a School was blocking
the street ~ under a Street light ~ I witnessed the image of Jesus, he looked like the
paintings, in white, a mirage of a sort. Saying "Don't give up hope" the impact was so
real I started to drive, and drove past My sons home, and kept going, crying and filled
with so much awe ~ I ended up in Minnesota by a Lake Preston, and just kept sobbing and
feeling so special, I had seen what the world was waiting to see. Jesus is a personal
Savior ~ I would hope everyone could have such an encounter. My fear, disappointment,
pain everything else was swept away. Take Care!
Categories:
emptily, farewell, future, jesus, leaving,
Form:
Monorhyme
Standing silent,stark and black
Its eyeless sockets staring emptily
Over the London skyline
The fiery tomb of so many
Devastated,distraught and dead
Homes that became Hell
Flames roaring hungrily upwards
To devour figures silhouetted at windows
Their outlines sharply etched
In the minds of helpless onlookers
Their screams to re-echo in their tortured nightmares
While the billowing black smoke choked
Those who heeded the fatal advice
To stay indoors.
Tongues of flame licked greedily at the doors
Seeking whom they would devour
Sirens wailed as did escapees and onlookers
In grief and frustration
Battling against the searing heat
Selflessly entering this torch of a tower
To drag to safety those they could
Putting their own lives on the line
The firemen battled on
Until they could do no more
And now the shell is silent as the tomb
The inferno sated and finally suppressed
Anger now flares up to identify
Those who left the community
Defenceless
Against this avoidable tragedy
It was inevitable that the building's shortcomings
Would claim its quota of victims
To the shame of those who should
Have known better and were forewarned.
Categories:
emptily, anger, death, fire, holocaust,
Form:
Free verse
I watched helplessly and emptily into the pure darkness
As i felt it swallow me up
I reached out my hands to grab anything so that i could pull myself back up
But i grasped at the cold air and i realized
I was defeated
My fate was no longer mine
Justice and fairness just an illusion
I was dragged down continuously
I could see no end and no bottom of my cell with an opened door
I laughed bitterly
Categories:
emptily, anxiety, dark, fear,
Form:
Free verse
On my bed, I lay,
Good old days on my mind
The bad past haunting me
He tip-toed into my bedroom.
My eyes stared at him, emptily
My blood pressure shot up
I wanted to scream for help
But, he put his index finger to his lips,
And urged me to be quiet.
He came closer
Clicked my stone-hard breasts,
I shrieked,
A wave of excitement ran down my spine.
He patted my forehead,
And blessed me beforehand
He ran his filthy hands
allover my thirteen year-old body.
I had agreed to maintain the silence.
So, I urged him on.
My left leg, he pushed northward
My right leg, he pushed southward.
He touched my cave,
And discovered a magic button.
He pressed it, and turned the lights on.
He pressed it and turned the lights off.
He ripped his jeans open
And pulled out his short stabbing spear
His spear forced its way into my cave
I was lowered into immense pain
I cried aloud, and he slapped me
Up and down, he jerked
His back arched
His toes curled
Ah, He gasped at last,
And fell on his right side, satisfied.
My crib was soaked in blood,
I was defiled;
But I wasn't!
I allowed it!
Categories:
emptily, abuse, africa, age, bereavement,
Form:
Ballad
PREFERENCE
the succulence
on display
arrestingly
different
a
timeless
exactitude
alongside
luscious
beauties
concoctions
of symbolist n
abstractions
simplified lines
emptily idealised
yet
authentically
expressed
& depicted
if
somewhat
in absurdity
of
an exploration
of the sensual
in
the of
conscientious
to make
a startling
masterpiece
illustrating
&
portraying
a naive
fantasy
Categories:
emptily, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
No two songs
are sung exactly alike.
For if they were
they would be one sung song.
No two stories
unfold precisely uniform.
For if they did
they would become one united uniformity.
Yet no two songs,
no two stories
remain entirely alien toward each other
or they would not be recognized
appreciated as narrative at all.
Possibly even compassioned together by anyone
as compromising songs, well and badly sung,
within stories, well and badly lived.
Passions sung and retold
by any witness,
sometimes deaf and blind
and best times more acute,
astute.
Songs are sung in mythic octaves
as stories unfold in fractal seasons
of noticing Winter's advent of potential,
through Spring's co-arising becoming,
Summer's mature diastasis,
healthier
as more resonant
in polyculturing ways and means.
Summer's pathology
grows fading dissonance
with monoculturing parasitic intent
in Autumn's harvest of discontent.
Earth restoring storied songs
bring LeftWing virgin birth to forests
for hunting and gathering EarthTribe nurturance,
ionizing
and lionizing
harmonizing
ergodic rhythmed
and seasonally rhymonizing,
thermodynamic
and radiant ecstaticizing
co-gravitizing
creolizing native First through Last
Shall Be First
interdependent stated nations
and tribal relations
and four seasoned octave
correlations,
double-bound elations.
On Her more RightWing side,
This commodified ball of rock and dirt
and fouled water
and polluted air
and Hell's anthropogentric punishing fires
to be aimed at
against
each other
is what's rightfully,
if somewhat too ballistically, left emptily
raped and pillaged,
drilled and fracked
industriously enslaved
depressing baring
suppressing breeding
and repressing beating
and, eventually,
butchering the filthy *****,
formerly known
through well-sung stories
as Sacred Mother Earth.
No two EarthTribe songs
are sung exactly alike.
For if they were
we would become
one too predictably sung song.
Categories:
emptily, depression, earth, humor, integrity,
Form:
Free verse