Best Frailest Poems
“Does the robin sing because the cold of winter is leaving or the warmth of spring is coming? Or might he be singing because each without the other would lessen both?”
-- Craig D. Lounsbrough
The song of hope returned last night at three
A gentle trill from out my window heard
My spirits rose and I was filled with glee
To hear the chirp of spring’s first “early bird”
My outdoor lamp cast light on his red breast
His wings were still as on a shrub he sat
I knew his nightly song meant I’d not rest
Still I extended him a welcome mat
He sang as if to say, “Spring will arrive”
I knew the jays and finches should come soon
And then the frailest flowers would revive
As if awakened by the robin’s tune
In summer a full chorus will rehearse
And in their glory, hopeful hearts immerse
Categories:
frailest, bird, spring,
Form:
Sonnet
BLOSSOMS--
blossom
fragrant cherry
favoring, thriving, submitting
ever so fragrant
bloom
blossom;
pink, blighted;
unfolding, budding flushing
ever so cherry
efflorescence
blossom
springtime from death to life
unfolding budding flourishing
ever so frailest
flower
Categories:
frailest, anxiety, appreciation, destiny, flower,
Form:
Didactic
Join me in making our planet our safest haven!
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You may be wondering what I am pensively looking at that far!
It's the new world where I want to take you from where we are!
It's a place where the weaker you are, you deserve more care!
If you are strong, in looking after others you have bigger share!
We see too many who want to grab a lot to satisfy their greed!
While they gorge with that glut, they deprive ones in real need!
We talk a lot now about the special people with special needs!
But there is so little of what we say that shows up in our deeds!
Unlike the wild jungle now that favors the survival of the fittest!
My people will believe that the frailest of us get the cosiest nest!
You would not yet find my visionary land at this time and place!
But we can put it all together here without venturing into space!
I feel sad why what I wish to happen soon looks far and distant!
Yet it can come closer and happen tomorrow if we've the intent!
Would you like to join me in making our planet our safest haven?
To get there we just need the will; neither a guru nor any maven!
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The best place for a poem to live is in the heartbeats of those who love it!
Blessed are the poets whose verses are read, not on papers they just sit!
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Categories:
frailest, care, desire, dream, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
The summer days are long gone,
the sun hidden behind dark clouds.
My heart has been iced over,
pain and sorrow frozen inside me,
time stopping, dying in the ground.
Barren, colorless earth waits hopefully
for the sweet promise of spring.
Encased, preserved from the winds,
feeling utterly nothing in the snow.
Yet on day, the sun will return,
and the frailest plant will peek through.
What died in the bitter winter
will be reborn, redeemed, renewed,
revived for a purpose now unseen.
So for now, I will wait here in the ground.
Categories:
frailest, confusion, death, depression, heartbroken,
Form:
Blank verse
(Re old poems)
One has to have plenty of imagination ,
For this skillful art .
Before you hear the reel sing ,
To stay at it for hours .
Once I caught a fish ,
Frailest of the frail .
Letting out a sigh , had it swim away
For it to be meatier , some other day .
What I gain'd , me you might ask .
A day spent in sheer idleness
And solitude vast .
~
Categories:
frailest, fishing,
Form:
Free verse
I am a dog of Caanan. Protector of Israels settlements,
and scavenger of the deserts. Cowed in movement and
strangled with inhuman voice, I feed upon the waste
of the crowds that gather about your lingering soul
Traipsing around the anguish of the Golgotha crucified, I
smell their departing vapours. Yet, each step around
your fading ruin ignites a crucifixion within me.
Impaling me to your cross.
I hang upon your sorrow like a broken scarecrow, and
linger at your feet, hoping to be remembered in the
land to come. But, all I see is a simple man, pained to
the end of his tether. Shedding tears that fall from pain
filled eyes, as desperate for earthly release, as he is for
heavenly deliverance. Tears that nourish the dirt where
they fall and bless the heads of those who stand close
Loping between the legs of your faithful, I nip the ankles of
your accusers, a rightful dispenser of their pennance. Final
miracles are demanded but no longer heard, the weak of faith
tumble away like brittle leaves, blown by the frailest of winds.
Eliciting akward glances that feed my empathy, and soul
wrenching moments drained by your despair. No longer
cowed by man and his craven destructions, I sit at the
foot of your cross, resolutely guarding your ascendency.
Categories:
frailest, bible, dog, jesus,
Form:
Free verse
Forgiving is divine when given unmerited
A willful sin is an eternal burned etching
The penitent spirit forever uninhibited
Not able or willing to stand by itself
Love blooms purest in the midnight hours
The most chilling moment for the heart
To the eyes of ignorance the bright beacon
Is the cascading blush of the soft candle
Within death’s gaze life is unremitting
Stubbornly courageous calling out “I Am”
In the enormity of existence lifeblood drips
Here the frailest of eyes struggle’s to see
From war machines fly the banners of harmony
The conduction of peace we endeavor toward
Recycling our arms and forgetting the sacrifices
Proudly following its flag for a moments chance
Divinity resides in the cathedrals magnificence
A perfection toiled brick by brick upon limited hands
Generating hope our faith shields out the menace
Given freely to all the price a willing prayer of thanks
Infinity exists in the most finite of moments
That continuous cycle of past, present, and future
Trusting the hand of the generous creator
Momentarily pausing at the gateway…trying to grasp
For we are only men…
Categories:
frailest, hope, imagination, inspirational, life,
Form:
Carpe Diem
Silence
Tears fell upon broken glass
A door that once stood tall is in shambles
The fear of spoken word is strong
A hand trembling too much to write
A haunting love deviates from its course
And all that remains is the silence
The silence of a broken heart
The words spoken in anger echo
Resounding in the hollow of my soul
As good as a celibate is to continuing life
My best efforts to climb the vine were in vein
For now I see that I have fallen again
Like a lost flower trying to push through concrete
My efforts were damned from the start
When a spoken word is like a dagger
It's better to remain silent and say not a word
For the words could form the paragraph of my demise
Spoken with the eloquence of drunken rage
Thus I thrust myself behind walls to hide myself
Because to cry and bear weakness before others
Is to give them the dagger of spoken word
My tears have fallen on shards of glass
The walls are cracked and threatening to fall
But I'm so afraid to leave myself naked
Before demons who would use it against me
And strike me at my frailest moments
That I turn to this silence
The silence of a broken heart
Categories:
frailest, confusion, depression, fear, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Over the plain of sorrows
creeps the gentle beating of a sigh,
a breath too soft for trumpeting,
a faith too self-engrained to move the world.
It is the stuff of spirit haunts;
it is the frailest spark of love
that never hungers, never needs return.
Beneath the cover of the earth
there is consciousness arising...
already rumbling in the viscera of men.
There is a moment coming
when the crust upon our eyes
will fall away; the church
will be at rest.
There is harvest on the cusp of time;
when purest joy is the redeeming.
Resurrection of the open heart
will make epiphany of old impatience
borne from those lean years behind the plow—
the seeds of hope emerge and then
the time is ripe for plucking.
~
Categories:
frailest, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
You are the master of self aggrandizement
You have forgotten how to be in the wrong,
Manipulation is your art,
Insidious word-play, gentle put-downs,
Reminders of all my failures are your tools,
I am the dartboard,
Peppered with your sugar-tipped barbs
You push me down with such skill, such grace,
I can barely feel my feet sinking through the floor
And before I know it I’m up to my chin in mud
But still bound to you by my love,
A coiled quicksilver chain
I’ve learned a few tricks along the way, sure
I’ve absorbed the art of soul-scarring, with a smile
I emulate your gritted-teeth cruelty,
Your tender slaughter of self esteem
But the student has not yet surpassed the master
You slice my frailest longings, you mangle my melting heart
And then you kiss the oozing sore you opened
You paper over the cracks with a concerned comment,
An off-hand ‘I miss you’
You mortar the raw bleeding gaps with tenderness,
But in the dead of night, when truth weighs heavy on my chest,
I lie in bed alone and cold, and wonder how much of it is true…
And how much of that affection really comes from you
Categories:
frailest, angst, girlfriend-boyfriendself, self,
Form:
Free verse
Steel kiss from phantom blades abounding,
Adagios anguished, lick, resounding,
Fierce hammers rage, in Darkness pounding-
In the hour of my night.
My beggared soul to grim remand,
Nestles deep 'neath an ebon sand,
Where gaunt and ghostly jackals stand-
In the hour of my night.
With chaliced draught of Desolation,
Toasting Twilight's coronation,
Embraced! Poor heart's disconsolation-
In the hour of my night.
Gone, frailest hope to shadows tame,
When murmurs soft, this beast its name!
Fair Dawn droops spent, and mute, and lame-
In the hour of my night.
Categories:
frailest, depression, introspection, loss,
Form:
Rhyme
I live in a little town where the
average age is pushing sixty
or has pushed past
and we haven't gotten the word yet
from the officials.
This morning, at a self-imposed,
post-christmas,
celebration,
over a big steak,
medium-well,
“no blood, please”.
I read the papers and overheard:
“I can't breathe through my nose!”
The breakfast conversation then segued
to a mutual friend that had to have
his jaw bone scraped
because his screw-in tooth
didn't take
after the implant.
The four,
bent over their eggs and noodles,
pondered how much
air should put in the Posturepedic
for a good night's sleep,
and the realization that they
had ordered
stir fry
for breakfast.
Oh my gawd.
The littlest and frailest lady remarked
how she had missed a question on the
driver's test because she hadn't noticed
the tiny hand sticking out the window
in the illustration
indicating a right turn.
This same woman drives
a three ton SUV through town, with a
pet Llapso under her chin
as she maneuvers through mid-day traffic
with a double latte in her hand.
Yesterday, I ate my soup while listening to
some geezer describe his eye surgery and the
more graphic story about his friend that
had his eye removed from the socket
while they scraped
the cancer out of the void.
I dreamed of the days that
people kept their intimate conversation
to themselves, and excused themselves
if they belched or made wind
fiercely enough to make
the silverware on my table rattle.
I scraped some more lean
meat from the bone
and finished my meal.
Categories:
frailest, introspection, life, natural disasters,
Form:
Free verse
Do, at night, flowers dream of their death?
The thought, admittedly is a poetic one,
but I find that absurdity,
is often a step ahead of knowledge.
I, being less self-absorbed than the frailest weed,
never dream of death, for death dreams of me,
it crawls into bed with me,
and enters my morning coffee
as a memory of what will come.
Every part of a flower is a construct
of one dream upon another,
it is a meditation by rote,
a chant on rails of light.
Only night can slow that processional unfoldment.
When the bloom wilts, look please with care.
See the beauty of dying flowers,
how they dream themselves out of this world
with their closeted death-songs
see how they impregnate water and soil.
with that last surrendering
of their looking-glass souls.
Categories:
frailest, poverty,
Form:
Blank verse
Offspring between close family members
not biologically fit nor ablest
even if direct immediate relations
consider themselves best
buddies, emotionally intimate, and offload
heavy matters weighing down
on their respective figurative chest,
cuz lurking within brethren and cistern genes,
and/or chromosomes dwell deadliest
nastiest, and weakest link undermining
searingly robust reproductive human stock,
thru molecular hijacking gungho extremest
right wing trumpeting malefactor breeding
distilling, fomenting, et cetera the faintest
self destructive invisible agents provocateurs
dredging existentially faultiest
predispositions, and vulnerabilities
compromising in utero body electric,
asper offspring saddled with funniest
itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow Polka dot bikini
donned flesh impossible to remove,
which surgery could imperil and render feeblest
unto Caesar, an ides of march, sans flimsiest
excuse for a successor
to the royal porcelain throne,
which progeny could exhibit the frailest
constitution, and possibly appear as freakiest
looking hominid this side of Schwenksville
with napped hair most frizziest
affixed to a beanpole gangliest
androgynous cisgender metasexual
being description also including geekiest,
not to mention ghastliest
simple minded looking gruesomest
human being, who presents grimmest
prospects quite dim tubby happiest
bellowing soul since...incest
came back in vogue when polar vortex
ushered necessity to bed with kindliest
people professing unconditional love.
Categories:
frailest, baby, body, conflict, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
The day after you were delivered
As you lay all pink & bundled
Warm in the Cradle of my arms
Self congratulating, smug, I lay
In wonder, Watching that naughty Golden light
Flitting and brushing, the lightest touch
O'er curled strands, Oh so delicate
Brown trailing to invisible light
Tender curved, my breath, I held
lest they rearrange, disturb your tryst with angels
A small tuft, the frailest of cluster
So well draped, so finely drawn
O'er the most perfect creation, God ever made
Huge brown pools of love
Beginning to stir, tiny sparks alight
A fleeting glint, at the brim of a new life
Few more days, I watched mesmerized
The whisper of brown, more strongly etched
Now a darker brown, trailing to light
Yet stubborn they continue to hide
The early relam of our first sweet memories
A simple truth never can be denied
Nestled together, awakening in the mirror of our soul
The strength of this bond, that you are mine, you are mine.
Copyright ©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai (April 2007)
Categories:
frailest, baby,
Form:
Free verse