Best Furthermost Poems
Last night I wandered past your total disregard
And walked forlorn
Stark insecurity amplified
Still I walked , my usual forebearance uncomplied
Upon furthermost the distance between us elongated
The sustenance of forgotten stores inside me generated
I was venerated - nay subjugated
Of these morsels congregated
And fed me through those inkblack nights
In dewfall of the quiet
Inside unheard the rebel riots
As my breath became a billion
As my fears that I embraced
Loosed themselves and fearing fled
Melting in the murky bellows
Did I find my standing there...
Naked but for meekness laced
Forgotten was my fear
I needs you dId not anymore
Nor your disregard this doggone day
Not dejected as before
Only sin has me surrounded
And soon encircled dissappears,decays
Unclothed in limped insignificance
Nothing said ...
So still your body lies
Malevolent imploded uncontrollably,
twisting wildly maniacal posies
amid diabolically toasted brainstem,
angst uncompromisingly yanked tresses
purging stinging speech patterned rhymes
amuck iniquitous poetic verses hung
upside down to tormentingly dry,
facing other inimically knotted borders of
antagonistic galleries in deranged snapshots
razing warped poetical tapestries,
tripping on tunes of whiskey rushes' savoy truffles
and greenish tangerines whilst Led Zeppelin's
Sick Again danced upon reflective ceiling tiles,
time written sideways 'round alleged autonomy
hidden furthermost immune masked mirror images,
debauching Greek braille calligraphy's vindication
on walls of graffito scripted physicality
calling out 'tween hysterical compulsions,
naught one heeded the sounds of synapses
about ill-fated half moon's arresting arc,
synthetic doomsday's clocks aptly chimed
quarter to analytical cuckoo's nest repudiation,
still awaiting on serendipity to surrender
furthermost rabbit hole's curiouser rants,
relinquishing unwell-languaged compilations' sabotage - -
circumventing rhythmically subversive escaped detonation
Unblouse your breast
Where to nuzzle and warm
Areola to moisten and mouth
Urgency need, I scarce was born
Unclothe me in all unrighteousness
Sing for me no lullabye
Fetus reflection in alabaster eyes
Yours will forgive me, so softly they plead
The call in my eyes , so loving beguiled
Answers my whisper
Inaudibly you whimper
Reaching for the hearth of your home
Furthermost far, the call of the grave
But if I should die, please bury me here
We slipped passed the guards, their caution neglect
Our passion en-garde, the phallus erect
Discover a pebble in fissurely crag
Rolling in wonders and nacred in pearl
Both of us crying exhortations of love
Loving ungainly like giraffe on the run
Speaking in gibberish, talking in tongues
Becoming immortal banging the drum
Surpassing the portal the bloodhounds unleash
I Mount Vesuvius, youre so within reach
Im falling for you in tubular bells
Demolition crawls
Pots and pans all over the place
Flaming torpedos pock-mark the Earth
Harpooning the squid in ink fibrillation
Ecclectic joy in sense celebration
Two souls arriving from deep within
In baptismal breath I was born once again
He was howling at the moon,
it was mid June's heyday, she
was naive beyond reproach
her innocently lit chiaroscuro
made him hunger all the more,
til one day she let down her guard
'neath an impatient violaceous sky
drinking effervescently blissed wine
kissed him with rosé blushed lips
But his instincts betrayed him,
devouring the petite blossom
of her youth, teeth bared,
eyes glaring crimson, her stardust smile
no deterrent, appetite’s salacious intent,
stomach growling nocturnal desires,
claws scarring milk-paint skin
till groans released vibrations
felt ‘pon shadowed earth
shattering movements
ground-breaking momentum
sent horizons a' rocking
motioning to constellations
as they synchronously liquefied
tilting universes' on their axis
a little death's furtherance
uttering god's hallelujahs
lit beyond obscure sighs
Now two silhouettes,
midst harmonious moaning
echo upon auras' illusions
cresting lofty hilltops
can be seen this night and all others
when the skies turn dark
and celestial bodies' tumult
simultaneously ignite thunder,
diffusing smatterings' explicit
flight surrendered furthermost
heart-stricken otherworldly lovers
'Collaboration ~ Chris Green & Paloma'
We are merely montages, a mélange of endless stardust - -
Finessing poetry 'round melodic sentiments,
nuances manifested 'neath fractured mosaics of entities'
indwelling harmoniousness amidst surrendered
yesteryear's spellbinding prospective endeavors,
we are but astral whispers on winds of prismatic illusions
upon transcendence midway fractals' furthermost macrocosms
Chapter I: The Seeking
If i were an invisible ghost
I would often fly away into furthermost
just to wonder and think about
a miracle that is called love
Dreaming About Love
How Special It Would Be
Would I Ever Have A Love that i lack
A love that is to love and being loved back
Feeling lost, waiting for the truth to appear
Seeking truth of love to heal
All the pains I have to bear
What is love if it's not real
seconds passed, nothing yet seems to show
hours passed, sun won't rise in my world
For i can never be like beast
incomplete, always knows the least.
yet my hope never faded into thin air
Until i found you, my happiness corsair
Maha, you are my miracle my greatest gift
for that truth i will hold you close and will never let us drift
Chapter II : The Keeper Of My Heart
So deep within my core I feel
A stream that flows and always will
flows with the joy of you're love
A joy that my soul cannot contain
thrills my soul, ignites my senses still
I get lost in the tenderness of you're heart
I get lost in the intensity of your emotions.
Your whispering voice melts my heart
as i am hooked with your shyness
I give my thanks to Allah for His priceless blessing that you are mine
You are my moon,Here is my heart
my sun and stars, Here is my soul
My earth, Take control
my sky my sea , I'll die for you
my everything, i was made for you
I promise you the sun and moon
Nature and seasons in a divine bliss
I promise you forever & always
forever your prince as you are my princess
promise to love you 'til the end of the world
Never will i let you go. FOREVER...i will stay by your side..
FOREVER..i will be your companion,FOREVER...i will do anything for you
FOREVER..my love will be true,FOREVER.. I will go on with you
FOREVER..i will bring you happiness wrapped up in a you're heart ,FOREVER i will comfort your fears
FOREVER..i will gather up rainbows to chase away all your tears..,FOREVER..i will always love you.
She is whimsical midst-escaping
blackness & beige stagnation,
reverberant betwixt musicality &
fictitious paisley fabrications,
recognizes the actuality of her
enigmatic spirit's frivolity,
well-defined by her quirky
quintessence serving her far beyond
periods of reflective flourishes,
has never been a slave to social
expectations nor gravitas of
worldly-minded undertakings,
materialism is not her cuppa tang
nor an applicable proposition,
heartfelt inclination is e'er creation
and the freedoms it relishes,
you may catch glimpses midway
seascapes & ocean's roar or
summits of splendiferous
mountain's sumptuous loftiness,
swaggers 'bout configurations
and milky way's artsy effulgence,
plays amidst wistful forests with
nymphets and poisonous toadstools
sashays 'round wildflower meadows
blanketed yonder moon blushes,
sun-kissed & star dusted she's
collectively nightfall 'pon daylight,
envisages building soaring air castles
amidst macrocosms high-rise skies'
timelessness whence humankind
shall humbly recognize enlightened
ceremony of incommensurate
resoluteness & obsessive commitment
furthermost nature's conceptualizations
Building Castles in the Sky Contest -Steven Henderson
It was a romantic endeavor
this quest for vaporous ridges,
as an adventurous spirit crested
already reaching dizzying altitudes,
short of vital breath & intensely high,
yet, there was no returning as the
summit was a mere birds-eye view,
it was the last chance to achieve
brass ring elevations mid skies'
survival beyond boundless frontiers,
towering strength and determination
overcoming fears whilst lack of oxygen
was a matter of achieve/die, win/be buried
ultimate goal was furthermost zenith, 'til
Mt Everest in its infinite nature took grasp of
life and climber's deathly eminent boundaries,
while its unreckonable power commanded an
unsurmountable frigid avalanche 'neath violent deadlocks,
encasing tombs of unfulfilled loftily dreamt expeditions
recklessly chaotic surrender
midway untrained assimilating
thought patterns struck by twilit
idiosyncratic contractions'
irrational heart dotted i's
of contradictory falsities,
pushing past buttoned loops
orchestrating emotional surges
coasting sideways 'twixt
high as kites' paroxysm
saw Jesus before bloom
was off rose's thornily
fumbled holy water's
bloody crucified testaments
mid looking glass passion
of hysterics death's rallies
standing on sidelines
musing boxed refrains'
hallucinated confusion,
wholly plummeting
metaphorical indulgences
nonsensically dissuading
inartistic translations
of rhetorical persuasions
forfeiting divine secrets
halfway bent chimeras,
trashing an otherwise ominous
shrill screeching revenant
expediting manifested
liquidizing bastardizations'
bantered escapism,
like belladonna and nightshade
intoxication wickedly exigent,
trilling motley eclipses of
darkly boggled gray fog nuclei
burlesquing a bohemian scaramouche
furthermost an elusive raptus seizing
rhapsodically serpentine delusions
She blithely dreams of flitting butterflies,
essence of lemon-drop poetry and
lighter-than-vapor argent cotton candy castles
upon empurpled cloud embellishes,
meanwhilst wistfully hot air balloons
designed of lilting paisley embroidery
inflated with the airy fragrance
of wildflowers' whimsied zestfulness
merrily drifts furthermost simultaneously
burbling curiouser moons & starry dusted
whirlwinds gaily prancing 'pon watercolor hues,
imagination's perceptibility musing
aloud mid sleepyhead synapses'
abstractly diffused spheres,
she softly ponders if this should
be Nirvana my only wish shall
evermore be to slumber endlessly
Poetry is the air I breathe,
lifeblood trickling 'tween
luscious marrow in my bones,
existentially rooted crux reflecting
Amen's utterances & hallelujah certainties
'round reality's technical formalities
foreshadowing furthermost prevalence
of comprehensive earthy assumptions
& defining whispered whimsies,
exhaled betwixt sunrise's saturated ache
for fiery transpired virtual presence,
literally composed of complicit
synchronicity resoundingly set ablaze
mid expounded otherworldly desires
Most High,
That your presence
be known to me, that you would save for me,
the Rose that blossoms at the end of the rose bush,
that grows at the furthermost corner of the Sacred Garden,
saved of the chosen
for the chosen.
Has my day come
that I have grown worthy of
such a blessing?
Have not
the scales of Karma weighed me unfavorable
for my crimes against
the roses?
Has my name
not been removed from The Book of Gardens,
that even the scent of such a perennial beauty should ever again
grace my breath?
I would that
you will see me as worthy!
That your favor be upon me to endure
such a blessing as this,
Sacred flower!
That you would save for me,
My,
Rose that grows
at the furthermost corner of the Sacred Garden,
that blossoms at the end of the
Rose bush.
There was poetry in her deliverance
as she was swathed by butterflies,
whilst cosmoses glinted 'tween
tranquil transcendency furthermost
harmoniously fluttered reminisces
like a flower gently unfolding,
flourishing a deeper kinda nectar
Naked Subjugation
Last night I wandered past your total disregard
And walked forlorn
Stark insecurity amplified
Still I walked , my usual forbearance uncomplied
Upon furthermost the distance between us elongated
The sustenance of forgotten stores inside me generated
I was venerated - nay subjugated
Of these morsels congregated
And fed me through those ink-black nights
In dew fall of the quiet
Inside unheard the rebel riots
As my breath became a billion
As my fears that I embraced
Loosed themselves and fearing fled
Melting in the murky bellows
Did I find my standing there...
Naked but for meekness laced
Forgotten was my fear
I needs you did not anymore
Nor your disregard this doggone day
Not dejected as before
Only sin has me surrounded
And soon encircled disappears, decays
Unclothed in limped insignificance
Nothing said ..
So still your body lies
Copyright © Jannie Breedt | Year Posted 2017
She's the closer in her
own intangible talent,
came upon an absurd
assumption she
might be a poet, merely
discernible as conveyed
ill-drifting imagination
betwixt dispersed antagonism
and magniloquent coercion,
her mediocre existence aced cliché
vanquished 'neath forewarning
zephyrs amidst wildflowers on fire
& half-forgotten frothy seascapes,
furthermost poetically fated delusions