Best Gest Poems
A Montague. A Capulet.
‘Twas at a masquerade they met.
Two strangers caught each other's eyes
as strains of love began to rise.
Upon a courtyard balcony,
amidst the angst of family,
‘twas there the pair professed love's need -
though Kismet's kiss would intercede.
Alas, the banes of passion bleed -
resolving gest through tragedy.
The foils of fate singed hot as coals
yet death would reunite their souls.
Two hearts in heaven overflow -
One Juliet. One Romeo.
***We try to find happiness outside the confines of our dreams... for what becomes of life if we do not dream of it ~
or after having dreamt it... experience the reality of the hope of it?***
Only fairy tales warrant true blissfulness... so it has been deemed.
Or that sums up the gest of it, my eyes have wit the scope of it; at least that's what it seems.
We go in search of the things we see...in our make believe world of fantasy.
So our lives can be as they should be__full of wondrous desires and ecstasy.
Is there ~ happiness ever after ~ we dream?
Happiness as bright as a sun beam, as fun as watching fish swim downstream;
-as sweet as a child eating ice-cream, as exciting as sports that are extreme;
-as crazy as wild things that make your scream.
Does our happiness ever lives on...after we dream?
Happiness as silly as being star struck, as wonderful as having the best of luck;
-as gleeful as getting a brand new truck, as giggly as a secret you'll never give up;
-as loving as sipping from the same cup.
Is there ~ happiness ever after ~ we dream?
Happiness as hearty as eating a big meal, as jittery as five year old who can't sit still;
-as rich as inheriting a wealthy will, as joyful as rolling down hill;
-as fabulous as having your face on the dollar bill.
Does our happiness ever lives on...after we dream?
Happiness as racy as running as fast as you can, as noisy as listening to a live band;
-as colorful as lying on a beach to tan, as free as living on a private island;
-as proudful as the day your child could stand.
Is there ~ happiness ever after ~ we dream?
Happiness as blissful as eating breakfast in bed, as lucky as they having to work in your stead;
-as meaningful as all the books you've read, as noble as the crown on a kings head;
-as unforgettable as the day you were wed.
Does our happiness ever lives on...after we dream?
I trust we know.. onward this can go. So give a cheer...I'm ending here.
For you're quite keen; and cleverishly... get what I mean!!
Fresh leaves fall gently on the ground
without making a sound
Piano keys softly caress
warmed by sunlight gest
Brushing my senses on this delicate afternoon
she plays on, as time just croons
I notice she has pinned her hair up just so
a touch of mascara
a light scented oil of " Je ne sais quoi "
a touch of blush real or not ?
Refreshments are served Victorian style
alongside persimmon leaves
and tangerine kisses for me
Inside this great big elegant room
of beauty and romance,
I know she is hoping for at least,
...a dance.
I’d extend an invitation
to all in the congregation
through this speech of inspiration
which is quite a compilation
yet I expect no adulation
and no gest of adoration
for in my own estimation
it’s a trifle occupation
clearing out the obfuscation
of a simple predication
o’er the course of this oration
through the rhyme of this dictation
See it’s a feebly built narration,
or an errant adaptation
sitting ‘top a weak foundation
grounded on some old quotation
writ in archaic notation
which seems to bear no strong relation
to the current held fixation
on the poorly built translation
which is more of a mutation
than an actual citation.
Now to give a brief summation
I will fight off the temptation
and my present inclination
to continue this vocation
and I’ll risk your irritation
with this act of abdication
and upset your expectation
by using this line instead
to add a bit of variation
as the only deviation
in my final recitation.
Now please stifle your elation
as I offer resignation
for I’m out of medication
and I fear the obligation
to interpret revelation
meant to spell out your salvation
is to my great consternation
causing meal regurgitation
and worse stomach ulceration
though at best the correlation
is just my imagination.
So I’m taking a vacation
to a tropical location
lost in wild vegetation
where I’ll watch in adoration
those grass skirts in their gyration
and sip drinks of fermentation
to avoid the dehydration
that always comes by deprivation
or by over-conservation.
If it’s any consolation,
after lots of vaccination
I’ll pursue my destination
through a week of navigation
on a vessel of flotation
as my mode of transportation
and forego all aviation.
So I plead, dear congregation
understand my situation
‘spite my freedom from taxation,
just suppress your indignation
toward my dreams of recreation
though I have no explanation
save this current presentation.
And though there is no valuation
for true acts of consecration,
after much consideration
if you’d show your dedication
with a generous donation,
I could use the insulation.
Amen.
There once was a
student named Gest.
Among all his
classmate,he's best.
He dumped all his
books
and followed all
cooks.
Which lastly he
failed much the rest.
I've experienced many things in my life
things went wrong things went right
I didn't grow up rich or in poverty
many people didn't treat me properly
in trouble through a trouble filled childhood
often misunderstood labelled bad more than good
was very much the black sheep of the family
never played the victim in my only known reality
I didn't know any different knew I was different
as a child went to psychology grew up
use psychology to assault
judging body language isn't difficult
if I like I sympathise if I don't I insult
labelled a simple guy easy on the eye
impulsive saying stupid so often felt the pain inside
embarrassed red faced so often embarrassed lost its taste
was always the one when there's always one
not looking for the one but the thought isn't done
people have developed envy and jealousy
when they met me they liked me but things didn't gel you see
alphas try to show dominance I stand tall
I've done that dance I've stood on my own lonesome
don't moan like some been my one and only
been popular been lonely been ganged up on and cornered
mentally tortured thwarted and fallen
got back up before more damage was done
been called dumb forever some think I'm clever
I’m like “whatever” thick skin like leather
back to the ropes had groups out to intimidate frustrate
I can cope I'll take it but I don't need the intimate mate
I can stand alone infinite,
if friends need me I'm in for it,
I've been all by myself but not become selfish,
I don't need easy shots to make myself feel best, I'm selfless,
I leave the petty to the rest, let it be in jest,
life is a gest, get out the nest and experience the quest,
experience each experience because experiences expire,
never wish it away, work retire,
don't fear what existence brings until the fat lady sings,
live life go the distance and find the finer things.
always runs from the truth
can’t leave well enough alone
has no desire to build or create
does more harm with a lie than a knife or gun
never admits to having horns and a tail
filled to the brim with subtext
wants others to do the explaining
will stab you in gest
spends a lifetime trying to prove otherwise
finds it feeble to give an apology
will sleep with just about anything
will bury you for free
.
May i kiss you softly
‘pon thine flesh
with aspiration
of condoning gest'
Pillow me
bed me
request from this soul
what force will cause
yourn agitation
I am your tenacious
yes
determined
tool
Undefined definition
Over reaction to pression...
Undefined decision thought recession ,
Decrease in standard function ..
Over reaction to pression
Try remembering the unremembered frame ...
Pressure of the unknown fame
Unfair claim
The more you rush the more you clash
The forgetting of the new wit rush
Central brain assuming
half a sentence , spreading a dash
Of infectious complication ..
. rest is converted to jibberish ... in assumption
of knowing ... failing to recall whole
Then bailing and claiming .. we're in a hole
Almost gone the steady celebral cord ..
Mindfulness sinks upon
the thought of mindfulness to keep it afloat
So cold , as the road ...
Leaks the emotional loop ,
Undefinly Unable to group
So much detail not to overlook
to take note of every do ..
So affected accelerated..
external life is shot ..unfold
Creases, the unbearable look
Youthful approach to the world
How much time has this took
How we stop this irritation ?
Indeciceve tension....
Focus over the unexpected gest ,
Productivity our guest
To find the rinse of inspirational peace
The undefined becoming feasable .. drawable
The poem in a hurry
Unwritten words .. still to carry
The undefined truth is to marry
Life dearly is unspoken
But by no means we're broken .
Drunk with revenge, the knight pondered,
Lit the candles, took the oath
Die for honor, foe to loathe.
Wounding the henge, the wind wandered.
Armlets and poleyns, helmet and mace,
Bloodthirsty sword in scabbard,
The lance mocking the Holy Hazard,
The haughty knight arrayed with grace.
Gold medallions adorned the chest.
Shoulder bore the mighty bow.
The carved shield, feathered arrow.
Wild stallion gorged with zest.
Rusty chains yielded at the knight’s behest.
Wooden doors bowed as if in fear.
Sweating moments crawling near,
Feeble puppets in Heavens’ written gest.
With veins bloating and mane floating,
Earthly Pegasus spurred to rise.
Tiny ray of light drowns and dies.
Mourning eddy of sky’s coating.
Cedars and elms, oaks and ebonies’
Moaning twigs and sighing foliage,
Ridden fast in wind’s winged carriage.
The hoofs trample on dainty conies.
Crimson dews on the knight’s forehead
Relics of rotten thorny fingers
The hope melts away, fear lingers
Stars lulled to die on the night’s deathbed.
On brink of an abyss
Drew the steed’s rein
Guilty jealous Cain
By sin’s precipice
Heart’s hate to sate
Unsheathed the lance
The horse did prance
Taste Icarus’s fate…
Avian life of mine
Blooms with wishes divine
Candle - one more added
Days with joy - so padded
Eid too joins the party
Full moon blesses us - hearty
Grandeur unveils autumn
Hard rock shows us green thumb
Iambic feet of three
Joins to form poetry
Kingly gest of season
Lets love play in vision
Moments lived with pleasure
Narrate hidden treasure
Opulent love from you
Plethora brought anew
(C) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)
Should i have said something
Did I miss a memory
In this hierarchy
Did I understand
On the other hand
was I misunderstood ..
Was that an opportunity
That's the reality?
Was I supposed to help ..
Was I suppose to react
Was I supposed to persuade ...
Was I supposed to be afriaid worried or dounted ..
Why am I now this way ,
Decision went wrong ?
Here begins the troublesome song ...
The inorder hits
Why do my thoughts decay
Why can't I order them and be okay
all a could have should have mess ...
I need to stop the is an instant cress ,
Cant think I want to think i need to study I need to Be there
I need to relax and need to be up
this moment is here , but why isnt it the other moment now what have I done ,
Can i reverse this , Can I repair
Why am I asking so many Questions
Its all in my head ....
To find the rinse of inspirational peace
.... , I need to hold up ,
Theres a lot on. Smile
Awareness inhale
SO many things to take note of and
Cant obey it all , Its all a trace, left behind
what do I note what do I not,
How do I remember the moment..
But kill myself over remembering the unremembered...
Time still is here , I write in these simple words ,
I need to get back , wheres it gone , there is a puddle and there everything sinks
How do I dive and get it up ,
to be assosiated with something else
How do I know all I said here is not false?
Whats all the cause
I need to focus
I need .... optimus
Now its all a clear desk ,
As I let go , the tribe is at rest
Cant it be accepted in what is happening ...
Im too affected , Please , stop the unpredicted gest ,
They whisper among themselves
as dinner is served in the bright dining room,
and staring as if I were an unwanted gest,
" He is a Casanova so guiltless,
looking for married women like Elisabeth! "
I keep on eating and staying cool.
I would love to laugh, but a chuckle deliberately escapes
getting their attention, " Look...is chuckling as a brat, he
should go to the confessional and clear his conscience! "
Aunt Jenny mumbles to Lisa who stares at me strangely.
All through dinner, my aunt keeps on talking about my behavior...
even the walls can hear her voice making me blush with shame,
" When I call him to pick me up and take me to the doctor:
he always makes up excuses while silly Elisabeth tickles him! "
" If her crazy husband caught them in bed, he would knock all senses
out of him and imagine Elisabeth breaking them up?"
She exclaims dramatically by giving me a nasty look...
" And yes...my nephew will have a broken nose and two black eyes!"
Stutter, wait, see, where it will go, when the season rows. Ah the political rot.
Stay, support, the whispering, forgotten few, those who have not.
Sorry, word none to amend, they are lost, vote not available, duress.
Rich man play, they will stay, these are those who we caress.
Thunder praising, morals remorse, the striking failure we adore.
Violent raising, majority ignored, the will of nothing, worshiping gore.
Come the weekly phase, daily unrest, casting fever, mental test.
Intelligent fading, hate the fest, this I say, will not forget, nor gest.
Well the Will of twenty twenty
Did not favour its kids gently.
Was the smirk in in that jerk's dying breath a gest left to make us unfriendly?
Or did it point at his suffocators, through pillows of plastic-made plenty?
Forget that loud death - there's quiet hordes
Bricked under this scene in front-room wards
Trapped, trialed, trickling up - put down by the order of the Always Of Lords
The mines that bind those poor prole's souls, extracting human oil like whale-ships boards.
Two and two's evils struck many by surprise
Some felt for necks, asked what's next, tried to open eyes
Saw cruelty crawl from Antique times, muffled in masks, found ways to rise
Saw profiteers who murdered years, bombs built below the pier in snake-sweat and lies
At the wake we'll say they died a crap uncle, and showed us good and sad.
The instant that first twenty waltzed in, it proclaimed itself to be mad.