Best Fictive Poems
Only life in our mortal realm
entrenches self-doubt’s stand.
People and events cripple us
with critical mirrors showing us
visuals of our ineptness.
All who are predisposed to clutching their negative blows
know doubts occurrences of fearful disturbance
thoroughly unscrambles one’s confidence channel
Image deceit drips as falsely scented,
mixed with drops of fictive doubt,
to kidnap our splendid potential.
On and off, our truth wrestles doubt’s absolutes.
Since youth, most have fought that gloomy devil.
Back when girlish daydreams
rode the ether like coal-glowy-clouds
my featly feet kept a beat in spring grass
as I flounced with Romany winds—
breezy-gypsy-lips brushed my cheek
as I whirled in his imaginary arms
‘til I fell over on pillows of clover…
white fields of clover did pillow my dreams
as slow-motion-cumulus shape-shifted
into what I wanted to see
I found you where you stood
a wizard-well made of stone
there you sang
your mouth O-pen
like the eye-of-the-storm
and oh— with fluent depth
your slippery rime beguiled my mind
June wind— a flowy fifer
blew across your rounded rim—
folksy-fife twisted petticoat heartstrings…
my wishes stitched my seams bewitched
—hopes bloomed
like soft-stemmed peonies twined
by choke-hold-vines
in the season before my summer solstice
when skirt-pleats still hid shy knees
how was I to know
wishing for lambs from edelweiss
was as fictive as sugarcane unicorns
so I dared not damage the magic
with doubt’s dent
as I cast blindfolded coins
weighed down with cinder-block-hope
in fealty to a wishing-well deity
who made ethereal echoes of my name
—yet callous your schemes pitching dreams
as empty now as this fool but for my shame
back then life was unmapped—until clover fields
became sneak-away-streets paved with your name
where remains of yesterday’s wishes lay
like burned-out cars along couldn’t-care-less curbs
Written: December 12, 2023, For Shadow Hamilton Contest
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People can only thrive on this wealth scale
With undying faith, we admire our flag
Sullen calm and dearth of prowess prevail.
Just few people groove stanch affluence gale
whilst most all strive tough with null in the bag
People can only thrive on this wealth scale.
We are rivaled with a stern choice trial
A person's rank is viewed by his wealth tag
Sullen calm and dearth of prowess prevail.
Trading rule exceeds all neat deals for sale
Where smash checkers are, indeed, rulers slag
People can only thrive on this wealth scale.
There is a fictive guise dubbed classless tale
Though, our right of recourse has little brag
Sullen calm and dearth of prowess prevail.
With their bogus pledge to clear off our lag
A plush caste is riding blindly as swag
People can only thrive on this wealth scale
Sullen calm and dearth of prowess prevail.
(I saw someone post a poem recently about Christopher
Reeves and it reminded me of this oldie of mine)
He didn’t come from Krypton. . . was not sent
to earth with any special kind of power.
He wasn’t a reporter named Clark Kent,
but like that role he played, he didn’t cower
when struck by his own brand of Kryptonite
named quadriplegia, which couldn’t stay
this fellow who inspired with his might,
enduring trials bravely day to day.
He did not have Lex Luther as a foe
but fought for what was right, so now we grieve
because this hero that we came to know
was taken from our world. Dear Mr. Reeves
gave a human face to a fictive name,
then went back to the place from whence he came.
For PD's Contest: "My Latest Poem on the Soup"
(naughty PD, I had only three to choose from, all
the others were in contests,but this is sure a unique
way to do a contest!!)
Dreams of Life by Gideon Cecil
A still sun is dreaming in the skies,
The soft wind is kissing her eyes.
Her love for me is hidden in disguise.
Love is just a dream full of surprises.
Life is a mixture of sunshine and rain,
We dream today tomorrow we suffer pain.
We love in the morning and part at noon,
Oh what fictive love we display so soon!
Learn to love, laugh and rejoice today,
God will guide your soul if you pray.
You read my poetry today; tomorrow
I may be gone,
I am like a fragile flower dying
slowly at dawn.
Follow your dreams and never despair,
Be like an eagle towering without fear.
Life has many lessons you will learn,
Lessons of love, faith, and despair that’s
why we are born.
We gain the world today; tomorrow we die,
We lose our souls to hell then we cry.
Live a life to please God before you die,
Our souls are like smoke vanishing in the skies.
Her love is like the sea waves coming and going,
My heart is like a ship always sailing.
God’s love for us is a wind always blowing,
His eternal love is like a tree always growing.
I have an eternal dream where things will never fade,
In God’s kingdom where all things were made.
Copyright Gideon Cecil January 1st 2016-01-01
Spooky night
When on a dark rainy night,
Moon had cheated the sky,
No twinkle of stars in sight,
Scare was at its peak high !
Faster as I walked very vigilant,
Closer heard the footsteps follow,
Palpitations turned me intolerant,
Came trepidation, could not swallow,
Reflection veiled causing a gallop,
All of my strength as if it took,
Science and logic seemed a big flop,
Overpowered soon by the fictive spook,
My systems underwent absolute shutdown,
Beyond scope of thinking or a frown !
Written October 24th, 2014
For contest 'Ghost Stories' by Kelly Deschler
Noe entered for contest by Linda " Old Halloween"
Awarded 9th place win
No road elects to prune
a wavy path past mindless
parts of this life,
resembling our ghosts,
my love
I need no hearing,
no strings and
no sounds,
I need only hear your voice...
No love selects a raindrop's
teary glide,
that leaves a broken heart
unheeded,
my love
Those wails we use to un-robe
a sheath of repeated loss,
Demand we know...
and say no,
the second before we deplete
the trust
My love,
I know no worth
beyond the faith you bestow on me
No right to think
aside from that storied
black man steel
My world elects to choose
your captive smile,
kept in tow for him...
to signify
my love denied
My love,
That welts and strain
wrap our shared images with a glare
is an un-repeated refrain,
of the sunlight at dawn
That strands of desolation
retain misguided parity
with our measured truth,
is dusk's residual question
When rivers line up neglected masses
of sand
and our curative rain ceases,
in the resulting twilight...
We can only call belief, endurance,
and call sanity...brave
We invoke a fictive trust
replete with faith
For our elusive love to live
endessly
With you, my love,
We ask questions of fate,
that dies under rocks
unturned...
unheard...
Until the fate itself
loses its life
in a lost dream's unneeded
disguises
Our triumphs
call our dark moments reprieve
when all else fails
We lose our loves
in reprieves and dreams,
for our daring sanity
to stay brave
We call for each other's loves
to return like haunted dreams
To say for you my love. Unsaid.
And for me your love...
to never know
for sure...
Love in your heart by Gideon Cecil
Keep love in your heart
Hate rips your soul apart.
Life without love is
like a smiling flower
at dawn but dies at noon.
Let love grow in your
soul like a tree
without love we die
in sins of misery.
We greet people and part
so soon
Our empty vain words
and promises kill them
time and time again
Like a lighting struck into
the secret veins of their hearts
our words are like wells without
water.
It’s a fictive truth we honour
the dead more than the living
most dead folks are more famous
at death than when they are alive;
Why buy a suit for your dad or mom
when they are dead?
Why buy them a casket when they die?
While they live and die in a shack and
you live in your big mansions?
Why not love them when they are alive
and give them the best.
I have seen hatred hidden
In our elegant attires,
I have seen crooked smiles
veiled in facial blurbs
I have seen vanities of lies
veiled in truths that’s deceit.
Why chat with your FB friends when
they are gone ?Or only if you need their
help you chat?
Friendship is a divine eternal bond that will never
be broken
Let love and forgiveness grow rapidly
like the sea waves in our hearts;
then our souls shall rejoice
into the Kingdom of God from eternity to eternity.
The macaws are singing for you in the rain,
Your lover is kissing you again.
What's all his kisses worth
If he breaks your heart and flirt?
Love is like a lost memory on the pages of the sea,
If he loves you sincerely only God in heaven knows.
Love is like the wind that comes and goes
He loves you today
Tomorrow he walks away.
His heart like a branch that sways
a false trust that's like the fading sun's rays.
Love not the elegant face you see
Nor the moon beam in his eyes.
Love the inner soul you cannot see
Then your love is trusted into eternity.
One heart his fictive love betray,
A next beauty leads his heart astray.
What fictive love you display,
By your elegant glass that's broken today?
She loves you today and calls you honey,
Flirts with another then steal your money.
Oh my this stage of love looks funny!
Then she left you for a next man's money.
Looks can deceive the anxious soul
The eyes of the flesh sees little to behold.
Love is a thing that tickles the heart
tumbles the brain but difficult to explain.
Let your love and heart be trusted first on God above
Then He will Guide your soul to be joined as
one to your immortal love.
So what can one expect next?
Is it the complexity of words that draws us near?
To delve deeper into the void of interminable text
Would one have to first examine what to them is dear?
What is in a word?
Is it the sound one makes when vocalizing vocabulary?
Or is it the emotion a word produces, such as the flight of a bird?
This, is unknown, thus my motives are extraordinary
To write poetry, is to live
And all sonnets are beautiful, this, a preconceived notion
Despite a piece’s theme, be it realistic or fictive
Assuredly, sonnets remain as poetry in motion
‘Tis only my humble speculation
That poetry will endure the most onerous tribulation
The singularity of my voice,
Wailing out in this dark, wild, and philistine-infested wilderness
Today; Its uniqueness alone amongst several million babbling,
Balbutient tongues, and inked pens and platitude-riddled pages on blinking
Computer monitory screens,
The intelligible and the inane,
The incomprehensible and the uncomprehending:
The pretenders to literature's throne and the
Imposters of the immortals of poetry, drama, essay and fictive literature, as well as history and verse,
None of whose utter sublimity can these modern dolts and interlopers ever hope to assay.
He who writes these words with a swiftly flagging, already dying ember of hope,
Has cried aloud in the midst of all the untamed, inky wilderness
Almost all of his life and particularly has he done so over
The course of the past lustrum, and never once was
He heeded, this involuntary
Modern Jeremiah-
Yet, if I recall my scripture aright, initially as did Jonah,
He did not wish the task, either:
That task with which the Lord charged and tasked him.
3. Though the age of the razor has for much more than an epoch,
And more like a century, been upon us, yet its mastery in
These times seems to have departed, like chaff upon the blowing wind.
Where is the clean and well-shaven face?
Where is the clearing, the meadow in all this wilderness of unkempt, untamed facial fur?
What ancient Jewishness has enthralled man so that now he
Daily practices the dubious art of the bearded?
Of all the multitudinous arts, precepts, practices,
Tenets, manners, and accouterments of the archaic Judean:
Many moral, upright, righteous and uniquely salutary:
Why has only the one betokening only the densely furred face
Has modern man sought to assay?
Even the author of this poetic, parodic
Jeremiad, even he, who is in fact I;
I say even he has felt the furry, follicular,
Hirsute hordes encroach full upon and in beleaguering it,
Make invasive inroads upon his Grecian deific countenance.
And aye, even that of his father's too....
ANd virtually every other man he knows,
About whom is this screed against shearing indolence, grooming sloth being written.
Consonant to your mesmerising charm,
I camouflage all declamatories,
Unavowed in step with the times,
End up at a secluded place.
Swindler you were, failure of my judgement,
You detriment my feelings, corrode my interior,
Eclipsed my radiance, walked over my prejudice,
I writhed in pain, blanked out.
Frozen and exhausted, woke up to horror of dark,
Epinephrine stays, reconciliate with the shock,
Triumphed with your warmth,I calm down.
A fantasy , a fictive chiller- never to treasure!!
Written on 6/7/13
I watched you slowly disappear
pacing restlessly back and forth
warbling off-key through the
woozy blackness of a day
I watched you glide upwards
through the slender keyholes
quivering and sun-cloaked
towards the edgeless seasons
I watched you unfurl with rapture
rummaging the vast firmament
ill-famed for your cinder face
corralled and vaulted
I watched you smile in epoxy
at every wake and burial
you made weather off your skin
mostly smooth and neon-colored
I watched you sink in every rivulet
amidst the mountain ridges
and your incandescent eyelashes
creeping upon the timid animals
I watched you blast off to nowhere
becoming a zero, a ransacked town
only a replica of your blank self
a free sacrifice to destroyers
I watched you eat your cotton candy
heading home to fictive horizons
your limbs so flabby and tired
your eyes full of dismissal
Two days gone now
I write post priori and empirical
My life's purpose, and analytical
All love's solemn vow
For I too love the day of my birth
I too seek from life a noble worth
Was that innocense
Alone, a child ready to believe all
It's told, upright still yet to crawl
The unbroken fence
Through, and find no limit in view
To be fullly ignorant without a clue
What else is freedom
Or all those abstract things we find
Impaled on the boundary of a mind?
O we dream so dumb
From birth to grave the fictive fact
Between a petal and flowery bract.
Like bowling pins, we
The a priori logic up, but post event
For we know nothing nor can lament
Our blind new apostacy.
The evening tides rises high O again
The sand castle builders labor in vain.
I ponder these when
From boyhood I wandered to deep
Forest dark to seek and fell asleep
Where lark and doves blend
To sing a song unknown to all we ken
O I wanted to know its meaning then!
Why me, and me here
And how long before man and trees end
Their cycle, and that power we contend
To hide our one fear
How time escalates our fixed terminus
How all our difference is one same dust.
Birth tells me nothing
Except that life is a sweet random gift
I spend to enjoy and lose innocense thrift.
I wrestle the thing
The good and evil of our days exumed
The stench still sells if its well perfumed
I celebrate faith
For there is nothing else to praise today
All that falls to entropy is living clay
And sooner or late
If there is no terminus I yet cannot lose
He only has a chance who dares to choose.
Predatory Riches Upset French Presidential Campaign
#Fillon, rich and predatory,’s in the slime,
Took public money for his wife so fine.
His campaign to advance
To President of #France
Has people saying, 'He’s passed a red line.'
It's tough on Penelopé,
Who's slaved for her man,
But the money 'enveloppé'
Counts her work as a sham,
So she's on a slippery slope,
Is his dear Penelope.
(French president election 2017 : François Fillon, former prime minister, conservative candidate, is accused of using public money to pay his wife, Penelope in French 'penny lope'), for a ‘fictive job’ as his parliamentary assistant. She is under judicial investigation for ‘receiving’.