Best Gesticulate Poems
Dawn, asleep at this hour
Chilled air is a gift
in the grip of summer
Landscape’s fresh silence
Moon, half blind
The traveling breeze
is a caravan
‘Come, naked and shivering,
says Lake,
dig through the mud for that
which is Truth, where the moon
inters her light, where bullfrogs
bark in circles’
The water
Lover, formless womb
ovulated by sunrise
I set the canoe in motion
Orange dragonflies, murmuring duckbills
fist-sized tadpoles, radiant finch
gesticulate above and beneath surface
Green reeds are light tendrils
Sky’s blue inks a mallard’s back
A raven’s croak is more alive
than most people
Mist drops while rising
The canoe glides
water laps, gasps
The poised presence of an osprey
circling
Everything silences, stills
except for the canoe
over the Lake’s belly
The sun, pinned to the tip
of a redwood
reflects like an eye in chrome
I lie back and float,
a water blossom’s thirst
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From my sixth book-length ms.
©dah / dahlusion 2014 / 2015
all rights reserved
“The Lake” was first published in
‘Black Market Re-View' (U.K.)
Categories:
gesticulate, earth,
Form:
Free verse
At any rate
Don't hesitate.
Just concentrate,
Wait for the gate
To operate.
Then trust in fate
Anticipate.
Race to dictate,
Ride fast but straight
Then dominate.
Now change the gait,
Accelerate.
Timing it late
To separate.
Hearts palpitate,
With hope then wait.
While photos state
You've won! that's great.
Gesticulate,
Now elevate
The silver plate,
And celebrate.
2/ 2/ 2018.
Categories:
gesticulate, horse, race,
Form:
Monorhyme
Nancy's Shrink, goddess,
Yes we write of life and all the strife,
and the mind ferrets,will want to know today,
does ya hate ya momma, dadda,
was they really nasty badder,
or did ya personality,
really blossom just this way?
Could we earn anudder dollar,
could we squeeze out, a little holler,
cos me gambling has dropped me cheque book,
lotsa smaller, this i say,
an i really need the money,
anyway:)
So ya worried that ya crazy,
but like me, ya mostly sane,
an ya thoughts a little hazy,
but ya really feel ok,
so take a look in the mirror,
and tell the bugger, coming nearer,
that its really got indigestion,
needs another hugger, yes today,
and sanity is not the poets way,
inspirations dog is yapping,
and the sparrows ever tapping,
birds are flopping flapping,
poor ole johnson's yapping
inner sanity is how the poet plays...
Don Johnson
Vienna,
The loon's in tune with the largest moon,
entertainment, hopes arising,
insanitys voice does sweetly croon,
her words so hypnotising,
a loon sometimes surprising:)
this poet thing is normal,
looney tunes installed, worm in all,
the rattle of the brain box,
mystifying in its way,
no need to bloody worry ,
just suck upon ya curry,
poetic lunatics are bloody here to stay...
Tony mate,
How i see it little mate,
who am i to gesticulate:)
using both sides of the brain,
ricocheting thoughts svelte in train,
dummy does his little trix,
sometimes seems a loonatic,
but that's the poet's price...
Categories:
gesticulate, adventure, me,
Form:
Ballad
I watched stars, as around me wound
the night like a shroud disturbed by wind,
and I wonder which will be first to bow,
that wretched wolf who takes moons lead,
or maiden alone with a single tear -
both swallowing dead things to live.
There is music settled on mountains, live
compositions that heal silences wound;
sutures to seal a ragged tear,
and I know this key can wind
to the point of springs break; lead
by times-arrow as it leaves God’s bow,
but should we gesticulate; bow
before this entity that only can live
while we believe. While we are lead
by fabulists words choking like vines wound
around sensibility, that ghost in the wind
bathed in a crystal tear,
and we are not planets intent to tear
through a void on ecliptic bow,
but merely motes as we wind
ever tighter, reaching for materialistic live,
even as we shed pus from putrid wound
our failure is where we are lead.
Do not follow me, do not let me lead,
I will rip faith from within without a tear,
watch your fear like ribbon un-wound
stream into oblivion and bow
to history. This, is not how we should live
like dust-devils, slaves to doctrine’s wind.
Oh sweet universe do you now wind
willfully without a fathers lead,
intent not to just exist, but to be a-live.
To reach into your soul and tear
Illusion out, string it to your bow
and loose its arrow back to that wound?
Disturbed by the wind I shroud a tear
for those who are lead to bend and bow,
trying to live through an open wound.
Categories:
gesticulate, me, universe,
Form:
Sestina
"To my left,
I suddenly see a woman.
I can see her to this day,
and shall never forget it.
She carries a bundle in her arms.
It is a baby.
She runs, she falls,
and the child flies in an arc
into the fire.
Suddenly, I saw people again,
right in front of me.
They scream and gesticulate
with their hands, and then
-- to my utter horror and amazement--
I see how one after the other
they simply seem to let themselves drop to the ground.
They fainted and then burnt to cinders.
(Today I know that these unfortunate people
were the victims of lack of oxygen)."
Categories:
gesticulate, angst, feelings, murder, war,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I win your heart, your kickass ticking time bomb
I played it fair, no clubs, but love in spades
Feel I'll explode, but outwardly I seem calm
You, diamond queen, with me, jack of all trades
I sail your waves, the surf of your high rash crest
Your cyclone penetrates my frail defense
You siren you, I rest my case on your chest
I, one-eyed, Cyclops, dismiss all pretense
My single eye strokes your hunger in wild bliss
My mouth just stammers syllables of lust
You, answer me, kiss me, move me, kinesis
Gesticulate, manipulate my trust
The fickle feeble mind seeking oblivion
In milliseconds it will come undone
***
April 28, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
gesticulate, allusion, longing, love, lust,
Form:
Sonnet
Pink hues gesticulate undaunted,
interdiction resonating...doleful hearts
secretly abiding drained of purpose.
Pink mothers, daughters, neighbors dispelling
myths, clinging holistically, while vomitus
refutes breaths of life.
Pink secrets resound mercilessly,
relentless conjecture, demonized fables
secreting venomous depression.
Pink vows tirelessly march for cures;
enduring rain, sun, arthritis, disease and
loss of loved ones, precious ones...gone.
Pink survivors gesticulate undaunted,
hope resonating...soiled, still hearts, still
openly supporting us drained of purpose.
Pink miracles await faithful biochemist, bold
technicians, as scientific discovery abounds
unrelentless to malignant tissue snatchers.
The power of PINK reigns perfect hue!
The power of PINK reigns tried and true!
The power of PINK resides in me and you!
Categories:
gesticulate, cancer, community, death of
Form:
Free verse
What is the difference between a dream and an obsession? Or can they be the same? They seem to blend in some areas. Dreams can be held inside, while others guess if there's any dream inside the person at all. While shifting to obsession, people see, people know. The dream becomes more obvious, more known, more vulnerable, seen by others and by critiques who gesticulate with all their tiny sharp fingers and knobby knuckles making sounds behind the ear like the cracks of a crunch of an insect's exoskeleton, feeding off the juicy life of the known dream, licking and smiling with all their teeth and flare a perfectly sharp nose because they have never been in a fight. Maybe that's the difference.
Categories:
gesticulate, confusion, dream,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I pretend to be human
His love’s the easiest to fake
He's the simplest to clone
His heart’s the darkest to take
I bare my teeth in a smiley
I made fb my friend
Gesticulate and post a selfie
He follows me @my_hand
The tweets spooked the owls
The broad daylight faded into night
The hackers demolished the firewalls
The broadband assimilated the host
Some wired themselves for offering
We had seven billion specimens
Others sacrificed their offspring
Almost all of them were chosen
Categories:
gesticulate, evil, internet,
Form:
Rhyme
Dumb charade was a riot,
they laughed as he could not get,
what she pointed with fret,
he made errors,
as she shouted in clamour,
time was running out fast,
they were trying hard,
and could get object at last,
I was watching all of them,
and was also laughing ahem,
a thought struck me there and then,
look at the hundreds of deaf and dumb,
who play this game with so much elan,
without any mirth and plan,
evrybody lets them gesticulate and flap,
but nobody come forward to clap.
Categories:
gesticulate, inspirational, life, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Our hands so often shine for us
though they may undermine us
They might even confine us, yet
our hands our what truly define us --
Our hands gesture, gesticulate, threaten and warn
expressing our feelings from the moment we're born
We wave excited greetings to the world as day dawns
bury our faces in them, as a loved one's passing we mourn
Words come out of our mouths, but we speak with our hands
A time-honored tradition, through time's shifting sands
Categories:
gesticulate, feelings, spoken word, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Borborgymus, Borborgymi,
Eructate so delightfully!
I ruminate, throat tickles late,
And choking, I gesticulate.
I just ate but I don’t gestate.
Who throws the voice? Seems I’m the dummy.
Ventriloquist and talking tummy.
Borborgymi, Borborgymus
A lovely word, why all the fuss?
H/T to Milt’s Mysterious Rumbling Noises
Categories:
gesticulate, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
My turn
Empathetically I listen
And I do not even judge
Though the nonsense you’re explaining
Really doesn’t sway me much
But I still refrain from speaking
My face remains expressionless
As I calmly wait with patience
’Till you’re done telling your mess
And I even check my breathing
Is my chest heaving too high?
So I start to breathe much slower
It ain’t easy but I try
As I watch you, I feel pity
Though you’re lying, I don’t hate
I can see you sinking deeper
Just by how much you gesticulate
And your eyes are now wide open
As if they’re peering in the dark
You are pleading for compassion
But your performance lacks the spark
And the silence gets confusing
You’re now distracted by my stare
And you’re running out of fuel
That kept you boxing with just air
Now your energy has left you
And you feel so tired and weak
And then you finally fall silent
So now I get my turn to speak.
Wendy Nipas
Categories:
gesticulate, dark, silence,
Form:
Ballad
Gray matter subjected to accumulate
incessant overall slack heavily larded
earlier in marriage, viz Zison clan
evicted Harris family,
whose hardship unemployment did exacerbate,
neither me nor birth mother worked
both this sir, and mum mate
afflicted with psychological disability
where physiological torture did subjugate
our respective physical beings with inadequate
skills to cope with child rearing,
hence blissful dialect tickle
accent doth boldly punctuate
angst strum fretful das
chord dent mental state -
mein kampf pronouncedly scarred,
asper lifetime subjected to debilitate
ting panic attacks impossible to abdicate -
relentless whipsawing, hammering,
and fracking drilling would never abate,
ache ken to ten thousand maniacal banshees
nsync with mailer daemons create
ting bedlam courtesy (Olive)
garden variety silently kick starting freight
train recklessly coursing heedlessly
despite engineer hood handedly
madly, and ominously didst gesticulate
in vain, the loco motif
barreled thru one billeted gate
after another crashing, this soundless fate
driving me into marshy madness accelerate
ting an existence toward self destruction
in tandem with Sue S Side, I accentuate
time and again, yet self obliterate
ting this papa would eviscerate,
(albeit emotionally) lovely Punim
Categories:
gesticulate, adventure, bereavement, conflict, grief,
Form:
Personification
How do I compare to thee?
Your intransience knows no bounds
Id gesticulate more often than not
Your red Mantra dress knows no warmth
Your like a mermaid uncaught
You're darndest to know
You're like a Newfoundland
Leeching perilous unreason
Your everyone’s confidante except mine
You turn me into wilderness
I do not know my heart?
I am left speechless
On the morning of your coming
you leave me dumb confounded
Categories:
gesticulate, anxiety,
Form:
Sonnet