Best Inadvertently Poems
THE CYNICISM OF DISILLUSION or Perhaps Hamlet was right.
Disillusion frames the drama of our lives
As we lurch through props and sets with pratfalls tripped
Wood Pigeon soars to self applause and then subsides
Fine woven fabric inadvertently is ripped
Why essay to climb the peak, perchance the ending
Where demise succeeds your rise, while descending
16 February 2019
Categories:
inadvertently, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
A few hot-orange embers burn low in the fire pit.
Morning has sprung, evident only
In the vague concrete illumination
of an overcast sky.
Scattered twigs and last night's remaining logs
Are tossed upon the coals,
With a few shivering breathes of dank
October air to give life to flames.
Frost has not yet bitten the landscape;
But the huddled mass of human
leans in, over the kindled fire
For all of its warmth.
The Night's drizzled humidity hiss-boils
and streams from the wood grain of a saturated log,
As the twigs roast and burn.
The starving artist stands firm
In the path of smoke, visible clues
To the heats current passage.
One could inadvertently burn
on the simplest furnace,
Steam rising from sweatshirt and pant leg,
And the moist palm of the hand.
Love, or so it seemed to the dreamer by his fire,
Is like this. A kiss of life
Given openly to the heart's flame,
Fanning the hot embers of friendship and affection.
Once stoked, a glance of chance
Or a lover's touch
Warms the body and sacred soul
Against the icy depravity of an outside world.
And though the cold is most apparent
In the smokey moisture of one's own breath
Hanging in the still air away from the hearth,
The sweet melting passion is best experienced
and not explained or seen.
If the world were any colder
The October sky would crack and precipitate,
splintered and crystallized,
To wipe the canvas clear below
And give substance to a feeling of betrayal
That keeps the lover embracing a modest fire,
Whose warmth forsakes all else.
A dented tin coffee pot percolates
Sustenance into the day's beginning.
Outside the ring of charred-crackling logs,
The world rises up with the gyre of smoke
And is lost to the stone gray sky.
But the fire burns on,
And the hungry heart lays nourished
Within a dreamer's chest.
Categories:
inadvertently, friendship, love, nature, world,
Form:
Free verse
To Catch A Butterfly
I stand beside
a wilderness
to gaze upon
unfamiliar shores
where life once
appeared so intimate
midst the savage
lion's roars,
Yet I'm detached
from this reality
with my neatly
packaged food,
standing draped
in shameful skins
while nature is
running nude,
And as I scoop
this alien soil
I flinch at
creepy crawly things,
except to catch
a butterfly
to marvel at its
beautiful wings.
This land was teaming
with creatures
who flew, who crawled
to catch, to kill,
so I learnt how
to make weapons
and control
this world at will.
Yet it's been so long
since I wandered here
among nature
and my roots,
I have crushed them
inadvertently
with my industrial
hobnail boots.
Now I kneel beside
this wilderness
to brush the earth
away from the sky,
where the fossils
of man and butterflies
catch my tears
too late to cry.
Categories:
inadvertently, earth, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Ignorance....
How is it...gifted with
abilities to reason
we can all remain so unaware...
How is it...gifted with
mental ability of logic
yet,what do we really know....
Even with our limited sense
of language and words to communicate
how do you describe in uncertain terms
the unknown...yet,not completely unknown
If your regular 5 senses move beyond the norm
you hear things different
you see things different
you feel things different
again...because of our lack of impression
where do you find the tools neccesary
to convey such an inner feeling...
as you also struggle with heighten perception.....
Entropy......
As we continue forward into the unknown
with our continued lack of knowledge
we inadvertently create wider gaps
furthering ourselves from the truth
energy being spent uselessly
creating further chaos and disorder....
The ancient stone builders left us a clue
in their placement of the cornerstone....
any deviation in angled positioning
would lead to a deformed structure
like the leaning tower of Pisa.....
Consciousness...
The evolution of the mental age
requires such attention,as to rid
ourselves of the ignorant state of mind
which only furthers entropy within the self
but,also within our global community
which,if not mindful...
we continue in a deformed state of being......
HAYA....." to be...or not to be "
is not the question
it's our true quest......
Categories:
inadvertently, life, nature, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
He drank, thirsting for her;
with stygian lips pressed to her neck,
She was exsanguinated.
The squalid night-beast, left her lifeless body,
behind an alley dumpster.
No moonlight betrayed the remnants,
of his latest meal.
Any slight remorse, that he felt,
was obliterated by the metal-sweet taste,
upon his vile tongue.
He was alive again and
there were more than enough prey,
to nourish him, for an eternity.
Aerial bound, for his charnel palace,
he would sleep like the god he fancied himself.
For eight-hundred years he had perfected his hunt.
His travels had taken him through the steeps and berms,
of antipodal continents and he had viewed
what most humans, could not.
The hellish beast loved the hunt,
as much as, his meals.
When prey inadvertently approached his abode,
it was left free;
he savored the taste of the chase,
as much as, the catch.
The elixir of life was ambrosia;
The likes of which, he’d not tasted in his mortality.
How he longed to thank the beast he’d once feared, for bestowing immortality upon him.
When the next gibbous moon took its flight,
the cravings awoke him.
Dressed in his finest, modern day attire
he set upon his task.
There’s a peculiar thing about Vampire,
they fancy themselves invincible.
Old vampires, like mortals, are often,
Over confident and become careless.
On his last hunt he lost his head,
to the single swipe,
of a large were-claw!
Categories:
inadvertently, dark, gothic, halloween, horror,
Form:
Blank verse
Be gentle to all;
be not a tempest bellowing.
Be instead a mild summer shower,
raining peace and love on everyone.
You cannot always know those who suffer
from injustices or from abuse
from which they can’t escape.
By doing good at all times,
you may inadvertently bring some peace
to those who thirst for joy.
Be not a tree too stubborn to grow.
Be instead a tree that is productive,
providing sustenance for those in need.
Or be a willow tree and bend,
letting go of intolerance and hate.
And be like the sun
on a warm spring afternoon.
Shine radiantly down,
lighting a path of peace
to all earth’s weary travelers that pass your way.
April 3, 2022
for Anoucheka Gangabissoon's
Your Peace Message To The World Poetry Contest
Categories:
inadvertently, peace,
Form:
Free verse
They have told us the consequences of our actions,
We have been told about the trailing reactions,
We turned deaf ears,
Our insatiable desires have ruled us,
Our voracious longings have
chauffeured us to plunder her home,
We take more than she can give,
We take and leave little,
We rely on the law of replenishment,
Inadvertently bringing to bear our punishment,
We decimate her home,
Leaving her frail and bare,
She cries out for help,
She tells us to read the writings on the wall,
She tells us to ponder on the meaning of the words,
She tells us to consider the impending troubles,
That gloom will bring,
We say we don’t mind taking the fall,
For there'll be a season of rejuvenation,
Her hands will bear us before we stumble,
Oblivious to the fact that we have weakened her hands,
We stand at the edge of the cliff.
February 14, 2023.
Categories:
inadvertently, nature,
Form:
Free verse
I stared intently at blackbirds on a wire
they were lined in a row
as though someone had painted them there
fascinated, I continued to gaze
hoping to identify which one would fly away first
knowing if one flew
the coop so to speak
the rest would follow because of some unknown
inner requirement
determined was I to single out the leader
of the flock
(do you call a group blackbirds a flock?
even if they are not flocking
but sitting?)
I dared not blink
but I knew that at some point in time I would have to
but I refused
the world stood still
there was no noise about
although I knew cars were passing by
concentration
intense concentration on that damn line of blackbirds
"Hey!"
startled I inadvertently turned to the sound
a woman
unknown to me
said
"When I fall in love and marry
I want to be studied with that
same intense consideration
hearing the sound of fluttering wings
I turned too late
the blackbirds were in the air
©June 29, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
Categories:
inadvertently, animal, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
THE MOST-WANTED HEIGHT & MOST-NEEDED HEART
Do women miss out on a good man
because of height & forget God's plan?
Most definitely yes, of course,
and shamelessly so without remorse.
I feel for such women & their plight
of not setting their priorities RIGHT.
On a norm, everyone set priorities,
but not all set them right, bar minorities.
This high man, with a great thing to pursue,
Dies 'ere his manly character without rescue.
That low man goes on adding one to one
and making many more mouth cheer on.
Do women miss out on a good man
because of height & forget God's plan?
They ignore the man who can meet despair
and face defeat with a cheer,
without venting, suffocating yet not losing.
Inadvertently, that's the man of God's choosing;
The man whose low gravity defiles the laws of gravity,
One who achieves with brevity & unambiguity,
The man who can fight to Heaven's height
on his knees and diffuse all your fright.
Gushing for the big man & feelings on the loose;
What a size says the size of his shoes
but crumbling down the rose at her height,
So with her dream man who lacks a heart,
his power & beauty forever take flight.
What you WANT rivals what you NEED.
Uneasy as it is, let your desires concede
to the needs that are required for life to proceed.
What most women WANT is a good height
but what they mostly NEED is a good heart.
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
Form: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 22nd July 2023.
Categories:
inadvertently, 1st grade,
Form:
Rhyme
I’m sorry that I had to rob a bank
To buy your lavish aquarium tank
Starkist rejects share a cell
And Charlie’s begun to smell
Our debtors’ prison is bleak to be frank
If you can find a way to make my bail
Criminal activity I’ll curtail
I’ll acquiesce to your wish
Bid adieu to this foul fish
And worship you like you’re the Holy Grail
I’ll never mention the credit card fees
That swelled from your holiday shopping sprees
You’ll find I’m truly contrite
For snoring all through the night
And inadvertently cutting the cheese
Can you forgive me? I don’t deserve you
You’re the cream of the crop; I am just pooh
Thank you for pointing this out
Let’s put an end to this bout
To make reparations, I’ll ingest bamboo
Categories:
inadvertently, funny
Form:
Limerick
Our Sid felt well-jaded
his sweat, it cascaded
he feared the end was well-nigh
his head was a-pounding
a hush ultra-sounding
he all but stared death in the eye
Steadily declining
whinging and whining
to the good wife, who had a short thread
she saw a good chance
eyed him askance
said: I'll book you a hospital bed
Afore rushed to hospital
sweated and spittled
he eyed her boobies in double-D vision
for sure he'd have flown
had he but known
he'd been booked for a quick circumcision
Foreshortened but sharper
wooed by nurse Harper
he contemplated suing for cash
with his wired-up jaw
he sipped through a straw
animal innards and veg pulped to mash
Nurse Harper, aflame
with nary no shame
tended his uncalled-for member renewal
she was drooling and crooning
and dream'ly swooning
admirin' his family jewel
In her somewhat dazed state
her aim was not straight
she inadvertently turned on the gas
his urge was to flee
of his wires wrenched free
maneuvered escape from the lass
From two storeys high
(a short distance to fly)
which in retrospect is soundly insane
he took a long jump
balls-down with a thump
now his crotch is perm'nently sprained
**************************************
For Joann's copycat's contest. Initially written by Sid, our mad poet. I copied the poem to my hard drive but somehow the title got lost. Maybe he can help us out with the title he used then. Sid, you're the bomb, me man!!!
Categories:
inadvertently, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
morning by the hill
ants with foodstuff walk in line -
the sun shines all day
7th Place - Traditional Haiku II
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
*This is a repost, the original of which I have inadvertently deleted while trying to delete a double posting, hence it no longer appears in the winner's list. Posting again today in view of Viv Wigley's blog, Old Friends.
**I tried to see if the deleted file can still be retrieved by PoetrySoup but after sometime, they replied that they can't. This is the link to the old post where only the comments remain: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/summer_job_685960
image credit: thumbs.dreamstime.com
Categories:
inadvertently, nature, summer, work,
Form:
Haiku
Methinks I inadvertently got entangled
without deliberate intent, sans whirled
wide web, albeit courtesy of yours truly,
who (flattered upon at least one maybe
more'n one Prose.com subscriber click-
king regularly regarding posts this scribe
electronically broadcast) unwittingly, me
violated unspoken/unwritten breach of
considerable proportion, which singular
impetus arose spontaneously to transmit
(without said dude indulging crude, lewd,
nude... offensive faux pas), that hopefully
doth newt engender an unstoppable feud
(tantamount as if purely innocent motive
capital one offence) pseudo cryptic allusion
to female - only referenced her boat oxe
screen name took objection hinting at my
appreciation by acknowledging humorous
indirect linkedin pleasantries at appealing
to inquisitiveness about this generic garden
variety *****sapien, (he just learned how
to walk erect this morning), but much ado
about nothing, asper comedy of errors this
harmless by George run of the mill on the
floss imp pond durable bard, she (naturally
squared the circle, a laudatory feat), perhaps
concluded, aye tried iterating what appeared
as theorem (from unpublished recently disc
hovered "FAKE" testament, sans Matthew),
and of course no ambition arises to hire any
gumshoe - well worth his polyisobutylene in
chiclets will be pursued, but loose vicious
bloodhounds after this doggone muttering
ole coon holding him hostage within his oh
zone unnaturally square cage.
Categories:
inadvertently, appreciation, fate, friendship, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
Here I am facing my death at age sixteen.
Each moment of my life has been a foreboding scene.
I never had desire to be this nation’s queen.
Devoid of love and care from my mother,
it seems I could not trust her or any other.
Merely a pawn in the game of my father-in-law’s ambitions,
I was inadvertently swept into these political transitions.
King Edward was tricked into naming me next in line.
To be ruler of this nation was not of my design.
The crown is something I should never truly own.
My second cousin Mary is rightful heir to the throne.
With Mary’s rule, a new era in England had begun.
To be a part of rebellion was never my intention.
Here in the middle of this winter season,
my husband and I have been found guilty of treason.
I witnessed my husband Guilford’s decapitated body.
Pulled in a cart past my cell, it was plain to see.
Frightening was the thought the next to die should be me.
However, I shall approach the block with grace and dignity.
Let my plight be known throughout the course of history.
May they realize I was undeserving of my destiny.
Lady Jane Grey, a cousin of England's King Edward VI, was queen of England for
only nine days from July 10-19, 1553. She was convicted of high treason. She and
her husband, Lord Guilford Dudley, were executed in the Tower of London on
February 12, 1554. I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable
information I obtained to write this poem.
Categories:
inadvertently, death, historyhusband, england, husband,
Form:
Rhyme
Perched near the bend
where Sunset slides
From infamy to ecstasy
I watch the summer roll
and stroll, as the parade
of cars, stars and those
hiding within themselves
Fuel the sun to ensure
Its on-time for its casting couch
audition with the all-hands blue sky
and tainted orange-red cousins
looking to turn an LA trick
into thin air
Sex bleeds inadvertently
with each smile, tush, rack and package
willing to come out and play
youth is eternal
Whether you're undergraduate or overfortunate
Slick shades hiding the clear and present
danger fit for the unintended consequences
waiting down the Boulevard
its Summer
its Sunset
And dreams are in store.
(8/13/13)
Categories:
inadvertently, dream, imagery, lust, people,
Form:
Free verse