Best Epitomes Poems
The stranger is strange, pariah, leper sounds offbeat,
Neither truculent, nor relevant, all destined to encounter the doomed relic;
The bizarre outlander, alien to stimulate the instant pulse-beats!
The uninvited hobnobber, one despises to welcome in routine frolic.
The stranger is unsolicited, the object of latent fear,
As strange may be the ways of the unbidden ones' intentional cares!
The stranger is unfaithful: weird to tranquility, comfort and cheer,
For the sceptical one, we become anxious by a mere fateful encounter!
The stanger lies in our conscience; in a distant land in paradoxical disguise.
Masquerade, the image generates an uncanny fear to sigh!
Sounds delinquent to subjugate the wires of prudent conscience!
Nonetheless, cogitates as usurper of peace; an ineffable parti pris.
Self-centred, they are loquacious, spell bound like con stars;
Babbles from the masks, camouflages as the epitomes of pretenders.
Unknown, unfamiliar, stirs alarms not to mingle, to be away, to be cautious.
In disguise, comes the alleged stanger to ruin ones' peace to shudder and shatter.
But the most alarming of all preconceived archetypes, are the strangers:
Who lingers on, as routine friends and well wishers,
On whom we doted on, are the real dear strangers,
Who by feigning friends, acted quisling, an obvious stranger!
'Hold!' sometimes left us dumbfounded with their insensible fickle deeds;
Even when the unknown stanger might spare and stand by us in awful needs!
When our intimate ones deny to wink at the distress;
While busy in spilling the beans, our woes go unnoticed by the feigned well-wishers.
Indeed! They are the untagged apparent strangers, fugitives in our trials.
Beware of those strangers, whom we adore as near and dear ones, 'bosom friends,'
the agnates and cognates, to entitle the crown, “an actual stranger" who elopes in tmes of miseries!
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Resorting nature of Years and year's,
Moving miles and miles,
Life is just a bit of moments filled with sheer joy as I share it with You, my lovely Adam.
You won't believe, Its even been more better accompanying with You.
How long shall I wait an eternity?
How long must I resist myself loving you?
As I Wana express, My love which will never fade for You!
Melancholic thistles cheering in its ain way with your manifesting reflection.
Rosing my heart , raising the plum of my cheeks,
Wana stay together in unison, Nestling the two empty sweet hearts.
How long shall I wait an eternity?
How long must I resist myself loving you?
As in Every turn of life, My love will never fade for You!
Amongst the Wintergreen hazy bush,
In the Glass of grass, O'my ornamenting daisy joe,
You are the blushing flower of an hour, emboldening absolutely everyday in the morning sunrise!
How long shall I wait an eternity?
How long must I resist myself loving you?
As You are filling the vibrant colours in the void space of my heart, My love will never fade for You!
Near the coral island, The sand castle will be always lighted forever,
With the whispering winds and the dancing souls,
Roaming around the dark evening blues,
Lying on the sea bed, Twilightedly glowing like the silver moon surrounding with the stars,
How long shall I wait an eternity?
How long must I resist myself loving you?
As I'm blessed with a magnificence of heavenly glory,My love will never fade for You!
Removing the interstellar space,
By assembling the two innocent epitomes,
My love shall be immortal,
With the feast of love, signing the promising bond,
Gathering the meal of goodwill, showering on the sprouted buds by God,
How long shall I wait an eternity?
How long must I resist myself loving you?
As You are uplifting me musically at different intersperse, My love will never fade for You!
Marquee is been always blinked by your name making a contract with the pitches of my heart lifetime.
Aisle of my heart's wheel, energetically spinned with your intact spokes,
Mounting the sparks of love,
How long shall I wait an eternity?
How long must I resist myself loving you?
As my Life is a beautiful journey being together, My love will never fade for You!
Son of Stones
A Rock that split
This wretch begot...
So, douse me with grit
My mirth is got.
Builders bygone
My praise arouse
Who built with stone
This Fort of a house.
I wear dread locks*
To their martyrdom (e)
Who built from rocks
My Zimbabwe Home.
Great is the hand
That moved stones
With a magic wand
Plummeting drones!
When a curse you spit
I’m an enraged King
When stones you split
To Life I spring!
Great House o’ Stone
Is partly Me
Stone on top o’ Stone
Built what set me free!
***A dedication to the Great Zimbabwe Ruins, a monument whose structure is a marvel
of human ingenuity.
***I don’t wear dread locks actually. This is recognition to those who do so as epitomes
of freedom fighting, the likes of Bob Marley.
JM
29th Oct’ 2013
Phil embraced his disability when he acquired it,
And took up the disability sport of para-triathlon,
Where you swim, cycle and race a set distance:
He broke his back in 1991 in a cycling incident.
His nickname at school was Oggy, he was cool,
And is tattooed with Elvis, the king and the man,
He’s from Heanor in Derbyshire, trains at LUT,
Has two kids, Sam and Grace to know and love.
In the 2013 Para-triathlon European Champs,
In Antalya which is in Turkey, he won the gold,
And at some more Euros in Kitzbühel in Austria,
2014, he won silver. His times were epitomes.
In the 2014 ITU Para-triathlon World Champs,
He won another silver: that was in Canada,
In Edmonton, and in 2015 at the Euros again,
In Geneva, he yet again won a silver medal.
2016, and the Buffalo City ITU World Champs,
Phil came home in 01:12:09, 1 hr and 12 mins,
Then the Lisbon ETU Triathlon Euro Champs,
And Phil raced in a time of 1 hr, 6 mins and 22.
Strathclyde, and the ITU World Paratriathlon,
And Phil finished in a time of 1 hr and 10.50,
Then the Rotterdam ITU Paratriathlon Worlds,
And Phil completed the course in 01:07:46.
In Rio Phil finished in 8th place, and previously,
Before para-triathlon, he did wheelchair racing,
Completing many Bupa runs, like Great North,
And he also owns 13 caps for w/c basketball.
As donkeys unwilling to leave the green pastures they graze in
Never let one force them rearwards into their stable by chin
Respectfully but would rather enter headlong eagerly,
So did you desire as a fool the last nail in your coffin.
You imbecile, and your partners, shall sure fall foul of our hands
Even if you ever escape your homeland’s law by the skin
Of your teeth. We shall seize and lynch you, and them, as examples
To the world even if you hide in oceans, you vile bumpkin!
That shall teach the noble people not to pick out on the globe
Such feces as a drawing card, such a troll, such a goblin.
It is so sad that a nation replete with renowned scientists
Knows no better and greater s*h*i*t than epitomes of sin,
Takes cunning for brain and instead of minds as sharp as a pin
Prefers a backward lunatic all filth without and within!
1.8.2021
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This just in, we are long drawn out drab sentences of our breath,
trying to base a topic off epiphany's languid scry, waiting on osmosis to spark a nerve.
Crinkled pages, termites gnawing on pencils, saw dust.
Failed improvs to deliver colloquial precedence, un performed characters with ventriloquist strings for livelihood, the presentation uncanny to scintillating epitomes.
Group 2, line one, drawing a line in the sand. Out of the blue sparks a Big Bang, a flash of genius, a flicker of brilliance in a nano second, staged to theatrical dreams of sun dance wins.
Then there is me, clapping my hands in silenced tongue, speechless with hesitation in my thoughts, smoking in the after burn of rust, only the mind would know what to say left in the smoke clouds of their creation.
I've got nothing, quick sand running through my fingers like vapors in edgewise, and while I am still just breathing they just are, encircling around me like a shooting star.
Might we return to clear, flawful epitomes of our past,
where feelings bloomed into unoccupied realities,
worlds where we roamed, explored, traversed in our seditious verse…
Where conviction engraved our rivals’ lips with lightning bolts of silver,
raiding their muddled hills with the chaos of our creations,
daring to beguile, snatch, and dissolve, all misjudged resolve…
Were I to grab hold of the passion you once called Father,
were I to fill your brittle ribs with the epiphanies you have long let lost,
our words would tread along the broken, the troubled and the scorned
melting the creases of anger from every weary brow
challenging and regenerating the one you are now…
HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY
Let’s imagine the world without women
Life may certainly cease, big chasm to all men
Children may derail on paths, no guidance
Young ladies’ modesty may not be enhanced.
Who’re the most supportive and loving wives?
Who’re the most caring mothers?
Who’re good and helpful friends?
Who’re the sweetest daughters and sisters?
Cheer women! YOU are all the answers!
You play so many great roles here on earth
You possess indomitable spirit to offer
Unwavering sacrifices that had proven your worth.
We celebrate you today and give you honor
Thanking your bright lights, joys and laughter
You’re all crowning beauties in and out
Queens, princesses and true love in everybody’s heart.
Cheer women! YOU are good leaders and followers
Working areas to home - so talented and responsible
You’re epitomes of neatness and orderliness
Paradigms of dependability with determination to success.
Happy Women’s Day to all Women of the World!
By your vocations and professions, you’re all achievers
You’re noble heroines in every society’s corner
In all spots of earth’s garden you are colorful flowers.
Women, may you always be in good health
Patience and strengths in all your commitments
May you always be blessed and empowered
By God’s everlasting grace as His men’s co-disciples.
March 29,2022 8:08pm
TRIBUTE TO WOMEN
Contest Judged: 4/22/2022 9:26:00 PM
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
Place 1
Always unfold to reform,
Constantly matter: fluctuate, fail, and change,
Holy mills and enduring foundries,
A release of epitomes is occurring.
I disclose that it is either you or I,
Or any known or unknown lady, gentleman, or state,
We are viewed as secure, wealthy, artistic,
However, roughly increase epitomes.
The garishness fades,
Oblation determines the disposition of a genius,
Additionally as the efforts of a myth, a saint, or a warrior,
To create his pinnacle.
Every morally exemplary existence,
The units rallied and fled the enduring force,
Its apex is general,
irrespective matter how large or small the total is.
The eternal yearning,
On the view of the worn crests,
newer, taller crests were constructed,
Field and chaos wage struggle,
The exemplar of the old cheer.
Written: June 24, 2022
On Lemmings, Chickens, and Things
Across the tundra, lemmings race
Toward the cliff, then over the face.
The prevailing theory laments
That this is not mass hysteria
But a judgment miscalculation
In migratory behaviour.
And I watch my neighbours hoarding
Lest they should find themselves wanting,
Epitomes of ascendancy
Clipped to animistic qualities.
Flailing arms scurry to the abyss,
Repeating, “The sky is falling!”
And I, a social misfit, surmise
A deluded prank on the populace.
The icy cocoon of winter gives way to spring
As flowers bloom with fragrant song
Oh what colorful melodies they bring
As butterflies flutter on delicate wings
A butterfly with yellow wings
Meanders where the lilacs sing
Elegant wings in hues of green
Dance in meadows where wild flowers convene
The ballet of the monarch
with wings of orange and black
Such ornate patterns
No beauty do they lack
A myriad of colors
with epitomes of beauty
dancing through the trees
A beautiful ballet on a summer breeze
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1/9/17
Ego Gold
All the accoutrements
Bolster self-images
Polished epitomes of self-aggrandisement
Glittering gold possessions
Are the necessities
Of self importance
Makes me smile
For this puddle shallows
Can be stepped over
So easily
A golden bangle
Appeases this living vacancy
Expresses wealth so readily
All its solidity
Materiality
Reflects in its shinning
Empty
Defined heart by plastic
Fantastic advert
Of slick rolling machinery
Means nothing to me
Derives by default
A slavery
Of squandered life
Money
Definition of success
Is thought to be
The diamante of living happily
Retards the senses
Divorces the spirit
And burnishes indifference's smile
To the paltry lives
Of others
I have
The mantra of a
Golden ego
I have
And become the effigy
Of ego’s worship
I have
Describes the soulless
So easily
I am the Ego .
I am the All-Too-Measurable .
I am the great Inferiority .
There is no half full or half empty glass
My vessel holds no water
I am the anti-Christ of honour
From the vantage of the depths of Tartarus
I look down at myself:
the cursed prodigy of inadequacy
- Of unabridged stupidity -
I am Despair’s beast of burden
Even my tears are corrupt:
an overflow of swollen vanity
I would be pitiable
But pity is not small enough to find me
- The self-deluded
- The hypocrites
- The epitomes of common fraudulence
Of such I am
Not even in my sin am I
Unique.
I am a convoluted masochist
I would injure those who love me
So that
- via their sorrow and horror -
I could justify my self-loathing
I shall have no hope of a lover
Only a needy and emaciated soul
- A dreg of humanity -
Could be tempted to share the fungal rotten apple
That is my existence
But to such will I submit in the end
Out of craven animal necessity
Impotent for hot or cold,
My soul simmers eternally lukewarm
I am vomit out of your mouth .
I am the art and science of disappointment .
i am sorry.
the story does have a peculiar ending,
silence, silence and perhaps darkness,
nothing beyond the realm of imagination,
our hopes conjure up a place called heaven,
our fears torment with those of hell,
no one knows, not the best of saints,
what we may encounter past the physical,
the flesh will melt, bones will dissolve,
love dwindles out, memories are washed,
thoughts fade out, then all is lost,
yet spend a lifetime in quest of unobtainable,
writing a tale of dreams, of romance,
pacing the floor in hurried impatient steps,
warring for glory, building epitomes of class,
but the story does have a peculiar ending,
silence, silence and total silence,
and darkness, perhaps in which is peace,
what then after, no one knows,
not even the best of saints,
those who claim they know,
have said the best lies, written them,
sold them, and have held us slaves,
they also now remain in silence,
darkness laughs at their impudence,
for voice of wisdom was never heard,
and the absolute truth was sold for silver..
so stop for a moment, and rewind the story,
and play it the way, you want it played,
the only thing you own is this moment,
and each moment that might follow,
beyond that all is silence……
Written 3/03/2022
wrote at 3am when all is silent
I encountered a revered sage,
exploring the globe's tones and rage,
the sweeps of craft and culture, charm, and sight,
to typically collect epitomes.
fasten your jeer, he urged,
hours, days, fragments, and parts are gone,
given in surplus as a pioneer for songs and gates,
that of epitomes.
always a bleak start,
always motion; a fuller loop being drawn,
always the peak or the split, to clearly try again,
epitomes, epitomes
Written: June 23, 2022