Best Exigency Poems
When an angel would flow into our breath
That golden moment seldom we can know
Whenever that sublime sunrise occurs
A happiness glow builds its nest on our face
The police sergeant was controlling traffic
In spite of green signal he suddenly stopped all cars
Grin surfaced on the initially annoyed drivers
The sergeant walked an old man across the road
The teacher loved his pupil's mother
Her husband asked her to sleep with him
Looking into her eyes in question he said
The cancer patient is on the verge of death
A couple of days back I lost my purse
With two debit cards along with PIN record
I lost my balance of mind in a trauma
All advised me to report it to the police station
I was about to drive for the station house
A domestic aid appeared like an angel
With the purse in hand and smile on his face
I had dropped it when alighting from the car
Rain clouds lodge in certain souls' DNA
At the slightest heat and dust of exigency
Pearl like drops of pink and green empathy
Moisten their heart towards a rose garden
Out of the blue sometimes a golden hand
Warmly holds your anxious palm in sweat
Reassured you look with green gratefulness
Like a full moon a random help has walked in
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09/02/2017
I stand naked wrapped only in the truth
you vile, loathsome reptile.
My contempt of you is limitless
as I have been force-fed your hypocrisy.
Your postulations are lost on me
as my insight into your repulsive nature
is exceeded only by the palpable stench of your aura.
Eyes opened to their widest apex,
ridiculously lends support to your “jokerish”
smile overly exaggerated in a…
Carol Channing kind of muse.
It seems your purse a revolving door
to his wants, has an ideally broken clasp…
Your shoulder, a never ending
tissue to his every sorrow should be waterlogged.
Which stands to reason why your legs
stretched open as wide as the earth’s axis,
“she-doggedly-in-heat” sniffs attention from him
and remains open like an all night 7-11 just to
provide “respite” in the name of “friendship”.
You find joy in slinking and scurrying through
the misfortunes and/or gains in our life,
all the while professing your love to him
and masticating on a stolen covenant
you have orchestrated in destroying.
There is no sector of my day
allowing me peace and escape from your
treachery and continued debauchery.
Your hair once a mousy shade of brown
now waxes blond in your further attempt
to assure he remains suckled at your breast
knowing his lust for blond haired, blue eyed
women that are six shades lighter than my ebony hues.
There is though, an appellative to my anguish,
which recoils from my tongue at
any attempt to voice this rage.
Escalating anger marinates and broils within
my breast as your ubiquitous presence
in my life has finally left me little strength
and no shelter from the uncloaked
vicious pain searing me to the core
in this deep abyss I have found myself in…
Unleashed fury beckons me, reaching back beyond now
when day was night and night was only imagined
barely controlling this hate and
the exigency to extract myself
from this nefarious, cheap, vaudevillian
show, which no longer can be ratiocinated
through your insipid lies before I...
Can’t imagine your expending this much
energy with your own household or husband because
you’re always living and breathing in mine!
Contempt has a name…and its malodor is…Linda.
4. Quantum Superposition
. A particle can exist in multiple states or places simultaneously until measured
Are humans waves or particles?
Even an entire human being, under the right conditions, can act like a quantum wave. If we can define it, we can quantify just how “wave-like” a particle or set of particles is.
I count the magnificent moons
in my stills as I await the phantom voyeur
with stone blue eyes and a fated look, which sets upon me
The one who stirs my soul, measuring me up in coiled silvery spoons
What obsessive observations you must have
not to turn away those piercing eyes
My world stops, my feelings set on and off
Unseen I meander in other spaces
Your eyes are the “switch” without that which
forbids my existence, hence looped are my stills in many places
From the center of life’s probabilities
Spaciously lit across the universe, with bits of me in tow
Collapsed in your arms, we’ve launched our rainbow
Revealing our humanity in the flesh,
in language of mathematician’s music
Riding the unscrupulous waves of light
roaming across all existence,
reverberating ruthless through you, displacing us
Composing are the alchemists and their peers ~
Splitting into a myriad of mirrors
I bare myself to a random reality,
Totality’s filigree, tangling dangling
When you’re not here,
when you’re lost in thought
As the haze spins up and down around me
my world is unseen and the scale’s unbalanced
Showcasing that I’m equally dead as I am alive
Resuscitate me not—please, it’s here that
monotonous music is unheard in this uncertain trapeze
Until eyes of azure translucence are upon,
I cease to exist in fervor, in your zeal
Alive and very real to boot!
I’m gauged like the intrinsic brightness that shines off a star
Until then, am I just a figment of deepest intensity?
By far, humbled to be, take the bait and consummate my reality
Be the glance exigency
Impenetrable eyes of bluest skies I’ve lost sight of you
As a still, until we meet again
I fear
I fear not the glow of the rising sun.
I fear the perils that leave the tasks undone
I fear
I fear not the failure in examination
I fear the education that kills imagination.
I fear
I fear not the dearth of money
I fear stretching my palm in times of exigency.
I fear
I fear not the love's magical flow
I fear the burial of unspoken love in the grave of uncertain tomorrow.
I fear
I fear not the hurting word
I fear if there would be a day when I leave every word unheard
I fear
I fear not the untimely death
I fear the burial of notable thoughts under the blanket of ceased breath.
A gardener, I became by chance
a purposeful man with detailed plans
With a thought for each exigency
and a strategy for each contingency
I organized and theorized
I categorized, I normalized
I estimated and resized
and finally, I stabilized
I did this from a calm perspective
all done with the express objective
to prepare a comprehensive list
for mitigating potential risks
I worked, I worried,
I watched in horror
as my garden finally failed to bloom
Where did I fall? Which step was missed?
What miscalculation wrought this doom?
I sat in thought
(and deep in shame)
that what I'd wrought
had somehow failed
What was the task I had not caught?
(Or, was there something else to blame?)
Gantt chart, always at the ready
I began again, to make a plan
Pen in hand, as ever steady
a logical, beast; a thinking man
No change; no matter what I tried
the garden was again in ruins
at wit's end then, I simply sighed
and whistled doleful, mournful tunes
But then, a sunbeam warmly shone
upon my face, right through the pane
as I looked, I saw the rain had gone
that was the point, that I grew sane
I ministered lovingly to my plot
with patience and humility
gratefully accepting what I got
and forgetting old futility
No more planning, no more flailing
I saw the sun and rain as friends
Loving both despite their failings
and thankful for what each one lends
I watched in peace my garden grow
my focus reduced to just a glance,
indebted for what I'd come to know
that all things truly come by chance
We are all good
Are made so
We are all evil
Tho’ we do not know,
‘Tis veiled fantasy
Cloaked between soul and the skin
For a self ignorant
Chasing good and the sin,
Against a triumph that defies us
Denies us a tranquil breath
And lingers upon the morose heads
Like slothful beasts in a mournful wreath,
Thriving for recognition
In a lonesome longevity,
We seek a survival
Till we are laid to rest
In some heath,
Where the sighs go screaming
Screams fade unheard,
Flattened once, one after another;
Every single plea mouldering away
From a lip that shall not enquire,
An exigency knowing no impunity
Except for a soul that sought
Amidst a burgeoning appetite
Piety, in all the false life
Proved mistaken to seek naught,
But Plentitude!
THE FOIL BETWEEN LOVE AND LUST
Who dares me; I lust, to hold utter sway over the flesh!
I love, but can at least assume claim upon the heart.
Well, I swore that from the flesh comes the sweetest to be mesh.
Nonetheless I affirm, the happiest, that from the heart in part.
Know not yet, I lust, cares for the “Now” to satisfy the immediate need?
Cherished thee lust, thy exigency, but I love do care beyond the “Now”.
Thou slow worm! I have thus made all desires temporal by its greed.
But I love, made all desires long lasting, that shallow hearts may bow.
Reckon not yet, I lust, is fraught with wanton desires never satisfied?
Rather would I love, exude patience and curtail my longings by compos mentis.
But I imbued my root and values on this earthly shore to get my jollies wide.
Not I, genuine love, hope to transcend to the reality of the land of promise.
I lust, pride to nourish on the choicest products to make the flesh priceless.
I love, hinges on the gifts of humility, modesty and genuineness of the heart.
Acquaint thee then, with my impatience and desperation to yield awfulness.
I relent not in perseverance, but away the route of disgrace and death would chart.
Let known then, when sex precedes love is all about lust.
Likewise then, when love precedes lust brings about sex.
Wherefore i say, lust cannot be love and love can be a lust.
And therefore said i, sex brings not about love, but love sex.
By libidinous mien, even heavenly beings descend below, my influence awe!
Hail the throne of love, and all earthly beings who ascend up to see!
Away love, I detest to be thy offspring, no affinity with thee i bore!
But certainly lust, I thy mother, bore an outward semblance as thee.
Itsoghole O. Solomon
Woke up to your possessor calling.
Vehement jealousy interrogating
A confrontation been expecting.
Bit my tongue.
Hesitate injecting.
Why? What was wrong?
Her complacency in the way
Toxic courtship to prolong
My indecency
A tiresome cliché
Not the first one, to sing this song
Or the last, malignancy
She passed through my gray
Shining white Human grace
Divine light
Abolished latency
Blood, time and space
Will make things right
Unfed appetite
Plight of Exigency
END.
Written Saturday November 29th 2014
Inspired write. No further explanation.
By J.R. Thornton
My mood made me rude,
My dude soothed my mood;
All right all my nights dude,
Your loneliness makes a day grudge;
Let the world burn outside,
Let’s remember nobody outside;
Insanity makes me fervent dude,
Exigency needs your deeds, dude;
And when I watered in dread
I Reminisce,
With Tearful eyes more filled with bliss,
I Reminisce,
I could tell the moments like a dream,
Is all that we saw or seem;
You exalt my cheerfulness,
When I am in woefulness;
My mood made me rude,
My dude soothed my mood;
The Collective Conscience of the World Apologizes to Jamal
Kashoggi, and His Fiancee', Hatice Cengiz
We are very sorry, Mr.Kashoggi,
As also to your never-to-be wife -
Condolences.
We understand how the Casualties of Truth
So often find themselves, like you,
Caught in the crosshairs
Of exigency and cynicism,
Bereft and bewildered,
Adrift and confused;
Betrayed by the mistake
That Truth and Justice
Are closely connected -
A common error,
One that turns some that make it into ghosts -
Like you, Jamal, physically;
And you, Hatice, in Spirit.
Believing as you did that Truth was a prize beyond all price,
Shared for the betterment of all,
You missed the sad fact that Justice,
In this wicked world,
Is subject to price fluctuations;
May be had by the highest bidder.
Those scales are for weighing money.
So when you bid Truth for the Many
Against Justice for the monied Few
The price for the difference was your life.
At least now we know the full Market Price
Of one good journalist's life:
110 Billion dollars
In arms sales.
Wherever your spirit wanders,
Let it not despair;
And let comfort come to Hatice;
It is her due.
The Truth will Out, no matter what -
For it is free of price;
A thousand smiling cynics
A thousand bitter tyrants
Cannot stop it.
In the end they shall drink their own tears.
So Be It.
To you, Jamal, I say,
Bismalla.
To you, Hatice,
Inshalla.
Truth,
an exigency of life;
a necessity for humanity
whose life
is challenged by lies.
Truth is scary
and yet bitter,
when it is told
enemies are born
anger is awakened.
Truth is a relief
to the one who tells
and yet embarrassment
to the one exposed.
When truth is stripped
then;
reality remains bare
uncovered
for everyone to see
what was kept secretely
becomes publicly
known.
Lies are sweet
and yet
pungent is truth
tangy,
vinegary;
tough to swallow.
Like a mixture of acidic liquids;
puzzling
and
buffling:
when it does its work.
Truth,
provocative
and yet veils its reality.
Truth is life
life is but truth.
Drencho POET Loads.
Manoeuvring through purplish cerulean azure
'Til she touched the empyrean Zion
Perching above the whinstone during cockcrow
Possessing allured ala line with grandiosity and passion
Dressed like a virgin woman from ABOVE
Divine messenger? A cherub?
" NO " - An Orphic pixie
Cradling the scintillation with her left mitt
Intent - coveting for self-innovation
Reflection seems so distant from blithe and poise
Apathy, twinges of regrets and pieces of sorrow - echoed
Yeah - mystic frolicsome otherworldly wight
Wishing to be a human
- Not a perfect being but changes must be done
Fairy be a woman...
Scouring for eccentric discrepant realm
Where mistakes are the supreme pedagogue
And where perfection is " out of the question "
Where warmth and adulation is a must
And where ceding and relinquishing is a Crime
Where creeds and dogmas is Supernal
And where gluttony and lust is Buncombes
Where food and water is an exigency
And where world is ruled by CROCODILES...
" two worlds so different ...yet a fairy wants to glide over the world of HUMANS "
To experience,
The sensual delight,
of eating.
We must endure,
The exigency,
Of excreting.
Steve Rogers wanted to be a soldier,
and after initial failure got selected
for super soldier experiment in US military,
Vita-ray dosing made him muscular.
During WW II he toured the country
in colorful costumes in fund raising campaigns.
For his patriotic endeavor in national exigency,
he was designated as Captain America.
He proved his worth with amazing bravery,
when he could alone free the war prisoners
from the fortified fortress of the Hydra base
of the Nazi General Schmidt, the Red Skull.
The Captain’s mettle made him a superhero,
but he needed a strong shield
for protection against the enemy attacks,
and he used a triangular one for a long time.
He replaced the over-used old shield,
getting from President Roosevelt a circular one,
made of an alien inflexible metal vibranium,
given by the King of Wakanda.
The disc-shaped shield was indestructible,
it had unique vibration absorption property,
saved the Captain from life-threatening attacks,
helped him to incapacitate the Red Skull.
Lest he used the weapons of mass destruction,
Rogers confronted Schmidt inside his aircraft
that crashed in the icy Arctic sea.
Schmidt vanished in space, Rogers disappeared.
After seventy years of suspended animation,
the Captain woke up in an old style hospital bed,
imbibed the singular trait of unique avenger,
befitting the extraordinary role of a superhero.
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September 19, 2022
Contest : Superhero Or Supervillain
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
He was a commoner desiring to be a soldier
After disappointing initial failure Steve Rogers
Got selected for super soldier experiment in US military
Serum injection and Vita-ray dosing made him muscular.
He toured the country in colorful costumes
During WW II time in fund raising campaign
For his patriotic endeavor during the national exigency
He was very proud to be designated as Captain America.
He proved his worth with fabulous bravery
When he could free all the war prisoners
Infiltrating alone the fortified fortress of the Hydra base
Of the Nazi General Schmidt, named as crafty Red Skull.
To stop him using weapons of mass destruction
Rogers confronted Schmidt inside his aircraft
That finally crashed in the icy waters of the Arctic sea
Schmidt vanished in space, Rogers remained untraced.
The Captain woke up in an old style hospital bed
After seventy years from suspended animation
A feat that befitted the extraordinary role of a superhero
Who assimilated the singular elements of the first avenger.
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May 27, 2022
Contest : Captain America
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori