Best Inclining Poems
Silent One
Silent One rises with the solar system dawn
Drawn by solace in the quiet morning
Riding on the gravitational waves
Through numbered stars through dark matter there
Watching zeros mix, blend into the cosmic mist
Numerically correct seen whole among black holes disguises
Into tomorrow out there in themselves as distances
On the lip, inclining on their axis, universes eclipse then passes
Back at home, outside on roaming fields
Look up with them to take the solar system in
As it folds within a timeless bending scheme
Vast sky-capes emanating mostly quiet
Silent One remains intent, contemplative, waving
Stays out there for hours on a lounge chair tending day
Sipping tea beneath the harmless trees in shade
Sits serenely by, out of sight, time slipping by
Golden sun light streaming over day
Seen are the red and yellow flowers
Green grass peeks through abundant colors glow
Moved in a gentle wind to mesmerizing horizons end
Out there between the wilderness serenity and madness
Night comes on, explores the greater cause
Stars rain down, escapes the cosmic grip
Secrets kept, only to forget them when looking to the void
Lines traced in history, erased, once enjoyed
Silent One stands alone between a zero to the left
Two at the right numerically correct
True in place, quantified, residing
One and History rewind themselves, recite the story
Not to worry. There is always more to tell
A time fast forward quickens to the One original
One will always be the Silent One and not another
Fate will lead us off the silent planet
Earth is temporarily our home
Inevitably fading away into the silence black
Like Silent One, just that
Categories:
inclining, adventure, age, history, identity,
Form:
Quatrain
my throat growls
breathless anticipation- -
I open your note
Never having heard your voice, I will choose, choose to love the way your thoughts
vibrate along my sympathetic spine, the intertwining, inclining, irritating, yet,
satiating flow of your verbs.
perfumed scent
wafts from tear stained pages- -
euphoria trails
Never having touched your skin, I will love you for the comfort tea of your purely
honest soul. Even though, I may not call to mind a scent, the musk of your cologne,
your adjectives and adverbs, dress and undress my day.
tears flow joyfully- -
perhaps in another life
to be quenched
I am ever jealous of your sweet wife, yet, I will always, for love which cares not for
the selfish self, leave you happy in her arms.
*Form haibun combining haiku and narrative
haiku by Charles Henderson
narrative by Debbie Guzzi
Categories:
inclining, lovelove,
Form:
Verse
You are still keeping heavy arms,
You did not stop explosive devastations,
The Earth is clamings trials – not once,
Have troubled vital forces for whole Nature,
United Nations orders been ignored,
Intrudes feeling free for invasions,
Increasing wars revising what agreed,
Incoming time inclining independence,
Indifference for all asleep,
Discourage poll possessions intentions,
Remaining backwards countrys in need,
Would left among nations in faceless,
Despite foggy announcements on stand,
Among the stars would shine the Planet,
Don’t leave your children on the sand,
And face cold judgments for a wild,
Pretending for the Future bright,
It’s hard to watch hearts children crying,
Forgiveness doesn’t have a chance,
Missed way to all the Human Kind
Categories:
inclining, children, conflict, destiny, earth,
Form:
Ode
altar of mine
bluish murmur
last truthful circle
ara-moi pritel priti
ult-hu hums usmel truhank
altar where I’ ll invoke inclining
mine your whole all of all
bluish ultravibratoryswift remote
sleepless murmur of still silence
ultimate depository of gravitating conscience
genuine mysterious love
circle that never began
nor will terminate
altar of mine
bluish murmur
last truthful circle
Categories:
inclining, philosophy
Form:
Free verse
Up above the sky so high
Lightening with a cracker sound why
Thunder all around in all crackers factory
Colours of glory over the victory
Like the destroying evil spirit winds gone
Green purple blue orange and yellow and so on..
Like a rainbow colours in the global sphere
Fill the horizon of troposphere.
Colours in eyes view
Like a Crystal clear queue
Wanting more and amore shades of colour thrice
Like a beautifying path of rays incident to eyes.
Rays with denser to rarer air with critical angle action
Inclining with total internal reflection
And a mirage of appearance of firework
With the invention of gunpowder work.
These beautiful colours can be seen twinkling
The petal shape of rings of firework wing
Above the river, over the ocean, over every house black, blue or white
Above the religious places like a landscape light
On the other hand like a spark in vision with the opposite reaction
Over the absorption of colours of equal action
Moment’s sky with particles of fire carbon dating increases firstly
Oxygen combines with other substance vastly
Leading your glittering eyes wrinkle by depletion of ozone layer
O goddess of earth your beauty is above all
Show your beauty daily in everyone’s eyes of your art
Remove the evils from every heart.
Purifying every soul’s with overwhelming trees of love
Dawn earth’s beauty is above all sparkling dove
Environment friendly fireworks will keep healthy, wealthy and wise
O goddess earth pure the firework light in everyone sight…
Date :1/6/2016
Categories:
inclining, celebration, earth, environment, firework,
Form:
Rhyme
The young boy was pale,
He walked slowly in the alley
No. 41.His skeleton hand hold a rusted tin can.
He was in business,for him it was.
On his innocent face,
In a modern world,who really forgotten
Kids like him was also human too.His eyes
Pasted on a piece of bread on the dirty pavement.
On his side was tall buildings,on the other was a busy EDSA.
A dove whose feather blacken by the third world metropolis,
Peeped down from the lamp post,
Measuring the distance of the bread on the ground
Look at the child,inclining its head side ward,
Then,their eyes meet,resting on each other stare
Like eternity,
And it flew toward the blinding sun.
The boy saw a man approached,
Polished shoes landed on his lunch
The gold Rolex,tailored clothes,big ring,
A heavy necklace hung loosely on beefy neck.
Surprised on a sudden hand that raised on his way,
"Move out!" bellowed angrily,then scurried quickly on a green traffic
light. "Fool..."the boy sighed.
Business is business,he thought,as he reached out the crushed bread
Uttered a little prayer,ate it religiously with tears on his eyes.
Every bite he remembered his little brother he left this morning
on their cartoon box house
At Smokey Mountain outside Manila,its smoke ascend forever
Till the end of time,because of the corrupt lordship in kings palace
His little brother burned at stake alive waiting for his pancit.
His father was an inmate at Bilibid prison selda katorse (14)
His mother was a girl in the street.
Then an old woman came out at the Binondo Church.
Walked briskly as the wind swept the dusk on summer days.
Stopped,a discolored dirt hand spread for an alms.
Irritated,she rummaged her purse,and gently place the one peso
on the boys hand,made sure to slow her movement,maybe the rest
Were looking at her, she raised her brow and smile
"Of course.", she said sweetly
Father hope will see this act she thought that
Might mention her name in homily,Mrs. Cerbo was kind to the poor.
He spit the coin and swipe it on his dirty torn shirt
And say..."God Blessed Maddame."
Then he ran at the little Sari-sari store
Brought a piece of bread,break it into halves
He hid his share on his pocket
Then tossed the half on the side walk
When the boy had gone, blue wing landed
Ate with pride and thinking, "stupid boy..stupid boy..".
Categories:
inclining, bird, brother, bullying, childhood,
Form:
Blank verse
my throat growls
breathless anticipation- -
I open your note
Never having heard your voice, I will choose?choose to love the way your thoughts
vibrate along my sympathetic spine, the intertwining, inclining, irritating, yet,
satiating flow of your verbs.
perfumed scent
wafts from tear stained pages- -
euphoria trails
Never having touched your skin, I will love you for the comfort tea of your purely
honest soul. Even though, I may not call to mind a scent, the musk of your cologne,
your adjectives and adverbs, dress and undress my day.
tears flow joyfully- -
perhaps in another life
to be quenched
I am ever jealous of your sweet wife, yet, I will always, for love which cares not for
the selfish self, leave you happy in her arms.
*Form haibun combining haiku and narrative
haiku by Charles Henderson
narrative by Debbie Guzzi
Categories:
inclining, love, love,
Form:
Verse
You,
friend,
that rise
imposing
and vigorous.
Waved by the wind.
Inclining without being defeated.
Shaking your leafy and green branches.
Small drops of rain with which you are blessed.
Storms, droughts, fires; you have always survived.
Only one could.
Machine
Firewood
Chainsaw
Axe
Ash…
Progress
Categories:
inclining, nature
Form:
Free verse
Stalingrad
During moments I yearned for forests grown for me alone,
Caressing them in a dream,
I could sense the throbbing of the heart
Hidden beneath my ribs to bless my journey.
Summoning me with a pulse that he recognizes in me.
I heard the noise of abandoned smoke from a moment of care
Join with me,
Forcefully traversing desires to the hidden-most one.
My spirit swung toward him,
Creating a tingling
On lips that devour breaths alive.
I felt ashamed,
But the eye,
In moments—I scarcely know what to call them—that took me on another route
Toward the television, saw warplanes . . . spray death on them.
At that moment,
The fire of machine guns raked all the bodies,
And another fire raked my body when I trained my eye on him
Hesitantly inclining his head
Toward a shoulder unaccustomed to the secret of the stars of war
Or to insomnia.
Oh . . . . I leaned on it!
And when he caressed a dumbfounded person
I felt his fingers like coiling embers inside me.
Bashfulness seized the excuse this caress gave . . . and vanished,
Eliminating distance till the two of us were one.
And the eye—he moaned: May love not forgive her the eye—repeated another evasion
Toward a drizzle of men flung about in the air by just the rustling of a pilot penetrating a building
To fall on screens as the debris of breaking news.
But his breaths . . . shattering the still down of the cheek,
And turning their picture into mist as
Eddies of the screen’s corpses . . . varieties of death that they brought them.
The spirit that became a body,
The body that was sold for the sake of a touch,
The eye that was concealed in his image
And that approached the firebrand of conflagrations.
Everyone drawing close to everyone,
Everyone,
Everyone,
Everyone.
But the thunder of their machine guns splintered them:
Corpses piled on corpses,
I mean on me,
The eyes of those in it were extinguished.
They slept in a trench of silence.
My eyes’ lids parted in a wakefulness obsessed with them.
I rose … and embraced the chill
That the screens brought me in commemoration of Stalingrad.
Translated by William Hutchins
Categories:
inclining, love,
Form:
Death of the King
– a threnody
Since the day of freedom,
the crowned king has sat
stately on state affairs:
atop this tempest
this illwind,
this boiling cauldron of corruption.
Blowing and blowing and
siphoning away our joy
and commonwealth!
The king’s green white green clime
is groaning under the weight of
the ILLUMINATI PATRONS –
His extensive tentacles striding
this wretched world of ours,
like a colossus, stripping
poor pockets of their smile
His flag flying fully –
unchallenged:
torn;
dirty;
blood stained, graft-ridden.
Marooned universally
and ripe to die!
Oh, what a reign of rape!
The green white green attire
lies forlorn at the backwaters
of modernity –
Oh where is the peace of cradle
Oh where is the fertility canvassed and
midwifed on freedom day?
At dusk,
the king is on his deathbed.
His sun is setting rather late.
Legion hands are at work
and they conspire for his death.
His statue is inclining towards
the dust for a lethal bite!
And now
the royal stream is flowing low,
drying up!
Handcuffs are on the prowl –
arresting and herding PATRONS
to the penitentiary to await
the inevitable:
The death of the king.
Postscript:
Oh King,
the hate we dedicate to you,
in death, is without end.
Your tomb lies in our psyche
without date, license, incense
or casket –
Except this eternal pamphlet
of your epithet, enthroned.
Accept, o king, this dirge as a
memorial of your repose and
sojourn in the hottest
part of hell.
Categories:
inclining, sorrow, green, , memorial,
Form:
Blank verse
I insisted the jubilee amiability
to stir up with twilight-ed spirit
zeal of desires aroused
as the silverly rays crowned me
to pour out the gilded spirit.
Earstwhile crimson years
With some bichrome days
My glazed tumbler seems to reflect
those moments
as the sound of slopping gilded spirit
sloshed the bottom spattering the glazed ambiance.
I greeted the slushing club soda
to blend with its own felicity of bubbles
dribbling over the gilded spirit
to rebel the jubilee amiability.
Invidious comparisions of consequences experienced
now the encumbrance of responsibility that blazes
as I perished my own dreams.
I acompanied the thought lighting my cig
Smokes drifted alike my reveries.
I held my gilded spirit inclining to my thirsty lips
The gilded sip boosted me
Out from those obsessed incumbency.
I accompanied with a prepraration of pomfret tandoori shrimp
to spice up the gilded spirit
with slurp sounds that spieled again and again.
The jubilee amiability acquainted with
some imagery hot babes
keeping aside my eternal love for few moments.
My vision evinced bit of dizziness
As I imbibed the whole gilded peg.
The zeal of the twilght-ed spirit
That crowned me against my solitude passing jubilee
I was inspired by my own amiability
As if I was adorned with my Gilded Silver Jubilee Peg.
Categories:
inclining, happiness, imagination, inspirational, life,
Form:
Free verse
Amid barking clouds death evanesced
fighting grieving hesitantly inclining
for justice keening for life moaning
not obeying only persevering
quarrel remaining, soul tearing…
Categories:
inclining, death
Form:
ABC
I have been writing since a child ...
my little stories ... made my family smile
but as I grew older I wrote deeper
I began writing poems like a true weeper
poems full of emotion
and writing became my devotion
~ I am not sure what was the decisive moment
but God had blessed me with a poetic bestowment ~
and then came the defining
I crossed the bridge to poetry refining
and new forms I was designing
posting my poems on line with praise shining
clearly, to melancholy writing I was inclining
~ I know writing is my destiny and serendipity
though of course I have received critiques snippety ~
but, over and over I got God's divine decree
and have traversed this passage free
cannot tell you the exact moment or hour
that I knew I had word power ...
so thankful for my rubicon crossing that is my truth
it was my ... 'pledge' ... as I left my youth
~ I now write poems of nature and love
though my forte are words for those gone above
and so I write ... words sublime
words verse free, in forms and in rhyme ~
"oh yes, I have crossed the bridge of no return
for night and day in my head words churn "
____________________
October 11, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/Rubicon Crossing
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1396-655-11
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Title chosen - Rubicon Crossing
Written for the Standard contest, Pick-A-Title, Vol. 26
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Judged 11/02/2021
Third Place
Categories:
inclining, devotion, poetry, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
Not a secret to unravel but a feeling to experience;
"Pointe D'amour", I stand alone here, a mesmerised being.
The white warm sand sinks discreetly under my naked toes
As the fine grains ooze in between, awakening my senses.
My hungry eyes take its first sips of merging of colours;
Green hues with the white expanse extending afar and
Inclining towards the crystal clear blue stretched lagoon,
All held under the indulgent gaze of the lapis lazuli sky.
My soul glows in immense sense of well being in tranquility
That reigns, while in contrast my sleeping emotions are
Dragged out of slumber uncoiling lazily to a crescendo,
To match the violently lashing waves crashing incessantly
Against the giant reef in calm water: held vigil since eternity.
Birds' aubade mock my intrusion in this nature's secluded corner,
Only meant for lovers, to explore each other in secret,
Enjoying the ecstasy of climax in such enchanted panorama.
13/08/16
Contest: Wordscape by John Hamilton
Judged 17/08/16 - Placed 4
Categories:
inclining, appreciation, beauty, blessing, creation,
Form:
Free verse
Heart Dweller
Dwelling in the heart , the heart dweller
Making the way of life;
Inclining to the emotions and feelings
Reaching the gate of thy;
Ephemeral were your words and phrases
Breaking the promises of mine;
Your characters and attitudes, whatsoever
Being the effeminate for masculine;
Boasting upon the qualities and traits
Is your weakness not of mine.
Categories:
inclining, mystery, satire,
Form:
Personification