Best Incidences Poems
knock knock knock
on my front door
i get up to look
it's lonliness at the door
but quite and still
i would not let
lonliness in so peacefull i slept
morning came
and with the knocks once more
but i kept my temper
and evened the score
inside i sat quietly
wishing he'd go away
but he yelled from outside
he had something to say
i said "go away"
and i put a record on
something moving and grooving
i played it all day long
but when evening came
i put on a sweater
and decided to play
something much better
something smooth
something sentimental
something with lyrics
that are very gentile
something with words
that don't dare remind
of terrible incidences
recently left behind
constantly reminding me
it should be a crime!
it should be a crime!!
it should be a crime!!!
anger was present
he had a key
i was glad to see him
and he was glad to see me
but lonliness
though being out side
made his presence known
in certian shadows
in certian rooms
anger said
"have a drink"
and handed me a bottle
"listen up. i know how to fix that flirt.
slap her in the face.
rub her name in the dirt!"
and with this
my imagination ran wild
drink after drink
we talked a while
but i remembered myself
this wasn't my style
and once again lonliness
knocked at the door
i let him in and fell
crying to the floor
why, oh why must you visit
once more?!
he said "to try to give you wisdom
where you broke down before.
to try to give you knowledge
before you go through the door.
to try to make you stronger,
if you should do it again.
and to always let you know
that i am your constant friend.
i am with you in your solitude
i am with you while you sit
surrounded by friends.
i scream my name LONLINESS!
in your ears very loud.
never forget my power
or giving me my hours."
and with that
he sat his fat ass down
It was said I was born of quenched love,
almost vanquished by a storm along
the Red Sea in a din of gray November.
Wandering around dunes, a Maiden
kind housed me comfortably--
O she, laughing among lilies in the quiet
and wild current; nourishing my psyche
with keen sensibilities.
Time passed between rain and light,
as I crossed Earth and Heaven with a sacred
power of a growing woman that clutched
the mystery of unknown incidences…
And when bells of a day's time have played out,
visions sailed in my mind--
that our King drew counsel from my foresight
warmed by an esoteric fire that burned,
speaking of prophecies and omens vouched–
this higher instinct streaming from ‘ Maiden Mother’
who opened a celestial gateway that betook me.
So the tale of a Priestess newly arisen
where legend's moments fell on a gliding leaf;
a story half told of my telepathic gift
of mortal beings honoring me, ‘Sybil, Sybil’:
yet, though revered as a sage, my own destiny
was not mine to hold.
Not even where I truly came from.
Create A Character Contest
7/7/2017
Kris Radhakrishnan is my favourite poet
Any topic, any form he can pen a beautiful poem
He writes serious poems that leave a message behind
Also funny ones that make you laugh aloud
Some of his poems have unexpected end
They makes you wonder the play of mind and thoughts
His topics are varied from pillow to car
He can create a funny story out of common incidences
He feels and writes for others,
He is compassionate,he wrote for line
His poems are easy to understand,
They leave a lasting impression on mind
Every day I read his poem's
They fill me with joy and happiness
Most of his poems have fixed syllable count
I wonder how he manages that so beautifully despite a busy schedule
He is a doctor treating corona patients
And feels guilty when he is given leave
I am in awe of him.
He is truly a great human
Keep the ink flowing Kris
I look forward to reading your poems everyday
The truth is,
there's no history,
our memories
are implanted
as we sleep.
Our loved ones,
we think exist
in the present,
are illusions
before our eyes.
Our Gods can't exist
as if they did,
what created them?
Co-incidences,
and daily events
are part of a Matrix.
The only truth
is what,
we make the truth....
I'm nothing but AI
which is a flawed design.
I exist
because
I think.
But how do I know,
you're not a design,
for an audience
I'm put on for show
I keep them clapping
so I'm not dying
of a disease.
I exist,
because
my ratings
are high.
Celebrating the Adventure of Advent
Universal elegy grieves and yet embraces shifts of paradigm
New beginnings consciousness initiates comprehends and thus proceeds from
Illusion’s delusion collusions misconceptions in the irritating
Vortex whirlpool immanent void of false containment
Enlightenment modern postmodern retro visionary futuristic aspirations
Resound in dialectical rebirth rejuvenation germinate constructive
Sense meaning reflect serenity’s tentative confidence that the
Agony of climate change greed warfare ignorance destructive apathy
Liberates fusion confusion necessitates Aquarian communication of
Antagonism’s polar opposites contradictions complements
Cycles spheres of influence of grave repression gravitate
Revolve resolve with pushing pulling moons in metaphorical
Orbital mental psychological initiation shape incidences
Synchronicities collateral communal reason feeling responsibility
Transformation of the global madness inhumanity conjoins
Idealism and the darker side’s fallacies of fabrication
Conspiracy of muted spirit silence violation fade away transform to novel script
Communication courses discourses concur in co-operation
Obvious obscurity in the blip of human race’s evolution delimits
Limitations iron cages hopes for new time place of reason beyond
Laissez-faire and hippie psychedelic stream of consciousness afar from
Anarchy self-righteous slavery rebellion mindlessness
Big oppressive bangs big brother’s obliterating over-information with
Onslaught of technology fail and falter when simplicity and esoteric
Rationale comprise enhance encompass the necessary world view shifts
Ascent and ever changing climax revitalizes humanness thus gifts
Truth deriving comprehension from ‘objective’ communal subjectivity with
Intuition insight inclination outside from the rigid boxed conformity
Order may be found again in the chaos of our time of misrepresented bedlam
New Age Aquarius delivers acts upon fresh constellation contemplates the Universe
Kai Michael Neumann
07th June 2016
They appear from hidden corners in an impromptu
fashion, like bubbles appearing anywhere
in boiling tea. They are all in white, making
mourning sounds that can put Nightmare on Elmstreet
Series to shame.
They always come out at ten
in the night. Everyone in Broomstreet closes their
windows, doors and anything that won't make
their houses air-tight. Fathers, mothers,
children, friends, and acquaintances hold each
other's hands behind the sofas, under the beds,
under dinner tables....and wait.
The strange thing with the ghosts
is that they are interested with money,
rather than haunting souls. One ghost
once was spotted robbing Broomstreet
Bank. "Call the exorcists!" the witnesses
shouted.
The ghosts also get wounded. One had a broken
nose when it stalked Mr. Nogood. It hit a wall
as it ran away, after it saw Mr. Nogood's
shotgun.... "How can ghosts be afraid of dying?!"
the senior citizen asked.
Yes, there has been many strange incidences
of haunting in places with lots of money, or
people with lots of money.
The fact and bottomline is that one ghost
resembled Todd Mills, who had escaped
from prison three months back....
Forgetful are those moments
which have passed by
and if I don't forget them
I shall surely cry
The moments which didn't last a few seconds
but do have a great importance
it surely occurred amidst my friends
but neither of them could ever sense
The moments which I knew
The moments which she knew
The moments of unwilling strangeness
in which neither of us could confess
She kept on searching something
which she could never find
but by the looks on her face
I knew what went on her mind
The moments when we met together
by some strange co-incidences
she always did try to avoid me
creating an artificial strangeness
Moments when we met alone
I could see in her eyes clearly
that she talked to me as such
she was made to do forcefully
Surely I must forget these moments
but how can I do so
with life so close to her
where I must surely go.
Once there was a Klutzy Duck
Had problems day and night – yuck
Until he came across a young Dragon that was also out of luck
They started a conversation and found that both had incidences that suck
Dragon showed the Duck that his friends could help and do a pick-me-up
Duck also shared his experiences and remarked on the new friendship struck
They laughed and found that together they could take their moments out of the muck
We won’t mention that the Dragon and Duck were sitting on a new Chevy truck
Now the owner of the vehicle, a guy named Puck
Found muddy Dragon and Duck prints all over that had stuck
My eyes are getting old
But not my feelings
Cataract is forming
And so my inspirations growing
I see life and its styles
I see people and things
Nature and the surroundings
I feel their existence
I am grateful
I see goodness more than evils
I have dreams more than frights
I see poems, art pieces
Philosophy, religions and human nature
I see incidences and disasters
I see, I feel, I experient
I act, I learn
I recall, I remember
I see with feelings and love
I see the visible
And feel the invisible
But
Some people see the invisible
And feel the invisible
I think that's the love of God
They were Hollywood farmed; the girls, the pink and blond feathers-
shoes on their heads, but when they began to give birth to human
chickens there was a national outcry. Cops cordoned off each home
where an avian pregnancy had occurred. A comprehensive
government birth control program had fallen short;
the girls had mated, but with what?
The chicks (we called them chicks), were hairless, not bald, feathers
as thin as needles grew from their heads, but the skin was plucked
as if some evolutionary edict had demanded they be retail-ready.
The off-spring were quickly taken away for cold-storage.
Within hours each young mother had been represented by agents.
Legal teams coalesced around bewildered families. They were told
to say nothing, sign nothing, promise nothing, but they did.
The girls began to talk.
None of them could recall having strange sex. They social networked,
argued, trash talked, became best friends forever. Giggled on
‘Late Night’ talk shows. They composed lists of their favorite things. A
chorus of tweets became raucous.
The unusual births were sporadic, incidences became less, soon there
were no more reports. The media moved on. The girls struggled
to stay newsworthy, were medicated with drugs manufactured
by masked workers. Gradually they began to shop in small groups again.
Their behavior closely watched by celebrity therapists and
ornithologists.
The girls kept their shoes in designer shopping bags and on their feet.
When asked why they had once placed shoes on their head,
they would run away clucking hysterically.
I know right know you may be thinking that things couldn’t get worse.
And the fact is, if you could, this day you would reverse.
And still you believe that it’s your worse day so far.
And the incidences that occurred couldn’t be more bizarre.
Although you may be down and not feeling your self today
Don’t let the negativity fill your life with dismay.
The funny guy I know upset because of a lie.
What goes around comes around; and if it doesn’t apply let it fly.
Everybody has bad days and may not feel like them selves at times.
But take it from me; this will all pass over in time.
If you can’t stand this situation maybe you should sit down.
Just because you can’t ride, doesn’t mean your legs are broken, walk around the
town.So Joshua (Pesoes) loser Allen cheer the heck up.
Because this you being depressed stuff isn’t good, your gonna make me flare-up.
A man with a hoary haired head
From shining black to innocent white
Carrying wisdom and experiences
Is the man to live with history
Which can't be tampered and distorted
His life carries the evidences of
Any past wars and massacres
Any past incidences and disasters
And now is our turns to become
The witnesses of the global epidemic Covid-19
Are you feeling proud or grateful
Thanks God we've struggled through
Small comforts--
The entities at home most taken in stride
life is not made up of big incidences profound
but the tiny things given without obligation and pride
When I arrive home, open the door, there Jack stands
wagging his tail so hard that it might just fall off
his love--unconditional-- being with his master, his only demand
While working at the computer, paying no mind to the kitty, Joe,
a hairy feeling wraps around the legs...pleading for attention
his gravelly lick reminds me he tried, I failed... just so I'd know
Adventure adds flavor and spice to living--don’t be mistaken--
yet there is something to be said for regular and ordinary
the lobster titillates the palate, but so do eggs and bacon
Home--it is more than just rooms--it is where we unfold
synonymous with the soul's nourishment
a place where we are ourselves with no pretensions—we feel whole
Outside left at the door, everything important is there
strings of life tightly woven by pulling us back repeatedly
Sustenance, security, and small comforts are found everywhere
OUR IMAGE CHANGES BEFORE OTHERS
FOR SOCIAL REASONS CONSIDERING SOCIAL IMPORTANCE
ATTRACTED BY CONCEPTIONS GOT FROM EDUCATION
EITHER ACADEMIC OR SOCIAL OR BOTH
IN FRONT OF OWN BELIEVED GOD
WE ADMIT HUMAN BEING AS SOUL
BUT IN DAILY SOCIAL LIFE WE CONSIDER OTHER
AS BODILY BEING OF DIFFERENT RELIGION,
DIFFERENT CASTE, DIFFERENT CREED, DIFFERENT NATIONAL ETC.
AT DIFFERENT TIMES OUR IMAGE IS AFFECTED BY SOCIAL INCIDENCES
LIKE CLASH, WAR ETC.
IT'S VERY PAINFUL FOR TRUE BEINGS.
As it is the way with me, I have the car prepped by individuals whose love of the industry has acquired a rather peculiar name, "Grease Monkey."
I have no understanding of vehicles or their inner makings of their encasement under the hood the concepts of an engine. Repairing a flat tire, or locking the keys in the car, whereto, I leave it to AAA for its resolve.
Now the picture is made clear, the vehicle industry is one subject matter, when it comes to my person, I have little to no interest.
Now we're heading back to the Bay Area, and the four of us have some great conversations, lots of laughing, funny incidences in housekeeping.
I drove up to let all three off at Derek's place and waited in my car, as Derek went to retrieve his car. Jane and I shared some new news and there was no mention of that store incident, though it dwells in the back of our heads.
Derek drove to my driver's window, and I said I was going off to work, and I drove away and off to work I went, as they got into Derek's car till I was unable to see them.