Best Incommunicado Poems
There are such days I’d love to hide
I’d feel indubitably justified
Locking all doors to stay inside
In total silence were I able to decide
I’d sit and write now that’s implied
I’d let the ideas sizzle and collide
There is one dame I would want by my side
I so cherish her affinity with much pride
At any given time her intrusion I’d let slide
Her interruptions I have not once denied
Welcoming interventions in wholehearted stride
Doors wide open to let my muse in for the ride
I’d not waver to see her step up and preside
In her I’ve always felt free to confide
That I’d be happy writing day and night until I died
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
posted on February 14, 2019
Categories:
incommunicado, creation, inspiration, longing, muse,
Form:
Monorhyme
There has always been an inter-outer over-under tender balance of loveless socio-equations as they super fit the psychosocial sexe-endices in this modern garner of pluses/minuses/bytes and scribbles mostly incommunicado inexperience and parental impreciseness as to, "anything planned", which in tomb leaves us doth a deranged desperate captive of that all inbibed prisoner **** of nun conformist adventurerers and that really, that there are just too many organic integers making for really bad math.intuitations/attributes and all of the familio do's and don'ts that creep bastardy across the years to inculcate, interfere, incase all of the hoped, promised integrity of just 2 people in love? with all that makes it their potential, not all of the hopeless, ne'r do wells, dead driven dud marriages that hoped to promulgate their failures onto the newbies totally unprepared, but willfully negative implicit on that new, and should be uninterrupted, all naked, seeing alter intense emoexplosive journeys to that wait waits, some supposes, everybody entices, everyone enthralls, quired questions, problem perplexes, initiates initiated, complexes complete, duty deforms, eerily exacts a viscous value, on properties promised a forever coexistance, but not at the expense of selfish selfness; can it be to an us award of a faceoff fervent fever, that WE, can coincide an opposite internal presence that allows us to be a universal component undeluded, underived, unpolluted by the natural wonders that are our genetic cohesions, so they can further their total promise to lead a connected life of copious love, desire and plentitudes of us-ness, disavowing all else in a socioinvasive parental wake of them vs us in all things blood/emo crass cursive? Leave them, the future lovers of us alone, let it flow and keep your, non orgasmic, loveless failures to yourself, old/tainted people of relations, lovers of social inhibitions it plays to an ill-at-ease, stubborn Igor-ignocompliance. Yes, we had Summer Love/Woodstock, but then we grew to be livestock, waiting for the senior-socioseniorslaughter pill mill. You must have some small, tinder, macromolecule of what it was to be standing in the bliss of universal underware; a long time ago in a universe far, far, away. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! the neighbors.
Categories:
incommunicado, angst, love, marriage, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Ambushed by gunmen on a highway in Ocotlán.
Threatened outside a mine site in San José del Golfo.
Shot dead by motorcycle gunmen while driving in Camotán.
Forced from their camp by mine trade unionists in La Sierrita.
Fired at while traveling to meet with fishermen of the Arauca River.
Thousands forcibly displaced by armed conflict in Cauca Department.
Arrested and held incommunicado on leaving his office at the University of Al Zaiem.
In serious but stable condition following a shooting after protesting the El Tambor mine.
Samples from letters
written to 'responsible authorities'
in places I’ve never been
in support of people
much like you and me
with hopes, tribulations
and kids with laughing faces;
perhaps with land.
Who for reasons various
are on the sharp edge
of the process
which provides us
with bright shirts, cheap coffee
and funny vignettes on my N+1g tab .
Occasionally my letters
are followed by good news,
or at least an acknowledgement.
The least I can do;
it's never enough,
yet I hope it keeps
a candle burning.
Written after 20+ years writing letters for Amnesty International's Urgent Action Network
Categories:
incommunicado, angst, truth,
Form:
Free verse
Alacrity bespeaks entangled, entombed,
and entrapped Thai soccer team
diminishing strength barely allows,
but a whispered scream,
which rescue against all odds
(plucked out cavernous catacomb),
fast becoming a fading dream
vicariously agonizing to see
desperation and lads bravely brace,
helplessness predominating over initial
found alive break thru gain
promising grim destiny slowly doth erase
yet resignation impossible
to ignore written on every face
despite faux (cracking)
courageous front,
now severely testing grace
under underground solid state
rock geomorphology
necessitating stepped up pace
to rescue, sans race
against time encroaching threatened space
with predicted mon
soon meteorologists trace
with laser pointer predict
ominous incursion cave
at mercy of vulnerable flooding
worst case scenario, grave
nightmare predicament
in an attempt to save
youths with barely enough
strength to smile or wave
downgrading my own fear
being emotionally incommunicado
during prepubescence
pretending not to hear
clapping skeletal hands over each ear
to blot out hyper consciousness of glare
ring existence squelching
feeble effing dare
sputtering Nietzscheism at every turn
of the (ripped torn) page
airtight barricade against transformation
into manhood stage
fighting to the death
foaming at mouth dagger like
canine teeth savagely
evincing snarling rage,
no match for reinforced
rebar invisible cage
holding self hostage,
not enough money
to pay hefty ransom,
thus thine mental health
compromised, which
to this day still pay steep wage.
Categories:
incommunicado, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Epic
spectators! we march!
advance upon the blind
with your cultured eyes
and tone torpedo tongue
rage on molars hail delirium
he's smelling the blood of puppets
ventricles be defiant
the neon carnivals have electrocuted themselves
it's time to eat the high priests
and their goddess Anesthesia
free the nervous system
held incommunicado
to the end of the page
let the fan mail erupt
written in holy ashes
THE ENTIRE HUMAN
A SINGLE ORGAN OF PERCEPTION!
zzzt hisss gurgle
We interrupt this program
to fill in the blanks
must be the reception
win a night with Androgen and Estrogen
those two comics
guess who's at the font door
you won't be gone long
GONE LONG!
somebody change the channel
pull cupid pull,
it's your anniversary
aim it at the carousel ostriches
we are all going to be recorded
find your costume
bird cage for your head
frying pans strapped to feet
the horizon is circular last time I looked
it meets again and again
without permission
the universe is like that
zero variable
variable density
zero density
ordered and persistent
I haven't always slept in doorways
ideas got us this far
c'mon shoes let's lose the blues
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
http://tinyurl.com/nhfk6dr
Categories:
incommunicado, how i feel, ,
Form:
Free verse
Incoherent Rain
October 4, 2013 at 7:54am
Ask me why there is no one left
I will tell you what
came afer the storm.
it was forever calm
because there was no-one left
Wind stopped blowing
fires stopped burning
Sunami stooped sunami-ing
Fish floating, boats capsided.
chapel for sea gulls now a
light house,burning
guiding lights snuffed
power out of control
Where is tomorrow
there will be no tomorrow
forever dusk
Who has seen the light
of day.?
Can anyone tell me what
truth smells like
What radiation taste like
Is there another
word for manhood
This breath we use to
utter is short
slow motion
slower-
cant pronounce my words
The grid is burning
puters not working
incommunicado
Theres a hole in the dyke
Make haste while the sunshines
to late to be heard cannot
see in pitch blackness
So scary when
Niagara Falls
stopped flowing
The yelling stopped
After the bombs dropped
Hiroshima toxic gas
The news
Haiti-
New Orleans
Vietnam
New york
cuba -
Who's allowed to
live until they die
these days.
When humans float like debris'
can the dignity be restored
too many of us newly old
and children of poor children.
Categories:
incommunicado,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
These Are Mountains
Trying, failing,
second best,
In front, behind,
betwixt, beyond
The also-rans
and hard pressed,
Are destinations
of which I'm fond.
In love, out of love,
left behind
Somewhere, nowhere
and inbetween,
Where pity mongers
and unkind
Crowd the places
I have been.
Happy, sad,
ambivalent,
Up, down,
on level ground,
Incommunicado
and vigilant
Are the hideaways
I have found.
Reaching high,
laying low,
A puppeteer
with costume torn,
Bold as brass
and incognito
Are all the faces
I have worn.
Doubting feelings,
holding back,
Weeping, laughing,
feeling sorry,
Black is white
and white is black
This is my fate
my life, a folly.
Peace, happiness
and finding love,
Seeking, keeping
and embracing time
To escape the gloom,
to rise above,
But these are mountains
too high to climb.
© RJVHorton2015
Categories:
incommunicado, feelings,
Form:
Couplet
We got trapped for seven hours
We couldn’t un-trap ourselves
From the dungeon of the road
Couldn’t call or receive calls
Was indeed incommunicado
Sim card got stuck
Would we ever get to our destination?
She got fed up, endlessly waiting
Luck smiled on me briefly
As I got through to my cousin
Who told her of my trap
My sms met hers on the way
She was still very worried
Only short of being scared
The day crawls by gradually,
Hours tickle away slowly
Behold! Darkness hovers
As it took over the day set aside to unveil
The faces behind the phone
The day was over.
Alayande Stephen T.
2.01am
21st November, 2007
It was written at the Abuja Garage in
Iwo Road, Ibadan on my way to her in Ado-Ekiti.
Categories:
incommunicado, adventure, allegory, imagination, life,
Form:
Free verse
We have an assortment of clocks collected over the years.
Some chime melodically, others are odious to the ears!
Some rest on mantels, others hang upon the walls,
Each emitting their dings, bongs or ear-splitting squalls!
One squawks John Deere tractor motor sounds every hour.
To expunge that raucous din, I removed its AA battery power!
I must admit, I've always been an avid John Deere aficionado,
But the noise was noxious to my ears - 'tis now incommunicado!
I'd like to chat with the feller who invented the cuckoo clock.
Why couldn't he have used a dove's soothing coo to mock!
Above my desk hangs another curious horological wonder.
It plays the Air Force Song on the hour, rending peace asunder!
The old grandfather clock utters a pleasant, mellow gong.
'Tis pleasing to the ear - he's my pal - he can do no wrong!
In contrast, the banjo clock emits a delicate twangy sound,
That is, if I can remember to keep it tightly wound!
Another clock strikes the hour and birds begin to chirp.
'Twas relegated to the garage, since my serenity it did usurp!
Most of my clocks are old friends, 'cept one among the number;
'Tis that doggone alarm clock, that awakes me from my slumber!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
incommunicado, timeold, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Wordsmith's Veneration...
Aye willy nilly understate (trying 2)
tantalize, hypnotize, galvanize...
with "FAKE" trumpeting
spellbinding, rambling, quivering...
intoxicating, hallucinating, gyrating,
stop to take a breather...
English Language vocabulary, a
fascination, intoxication, provocation...
upon me ocular, neurological, mental...
faculties of this nattering nabob
from outer limits of twilight zone
i.e. literary krazy Jewish jabberwocky
issuing haphazard global toll till
fallout exacting deserved damn
cratering nascent (inchoate) career
digitally/electronically bi:
ne'er re: carpet bombing
away upon modus operandi, sans
sesquipedalian shrapnel strafes wrought
realization literary scaffolding
complex edifice thought
out in mind of yours truly,
not popularly sought
opportunity to experience
rush of excitement,
asper choice winner equals naught
inexorable effort to cobble innovative
linkedin words disappointment fraught
submissions witness polite declinations
attesting, lamenting, regarding poetic
expansive glommed language, unlikely
success tubby brought
adulation, commendation, enunciation...
fades into afterthought.
Ablest adept adroit aficionado
applauded aspiring authors accorded
absolute badge because
brevity brews brilliant burnished
bravado bubbling budding bulwark
captivatingly collates, communicates,
constitutes conveys avast literary
Grand Canyon chiseled, sans scribe's
Colorado devoid, asper driven desperado
contrariwise, through prevalent
persistent pinterest proclivity,
plus plethora pronounced propensity
resoundingly regaling readers
re: raffish ridiculous rumination
renders endeavor incommunicado
diligent doggedness ironically -
dampens dueling dynamic dud
dutifully dramatically diminishing
divine dream deemed darling
distinguished doodling I sip
prose poe hit tick drafter
equally or exceeding
prospects envisioning El Dorado,
thus this Neanderthal sites his lumbering
lugubrious trademark, an
immediate attribute sensing
missive heading directly
to Davy Jones locker
dead reckoning deep virtual
waters of cyber sea!
Categories:
incommunicado, angel, appreciation, crush, education,
Form:
Free verse
I am obliged to climb up
olympus, the only way to
reach you. I know not much
about you and your progress
in life. By the time I left for the
space trip, you were just a
little egg, now days have
delved into years and I reckon
you have grown into a young
pretty face just like your
mother's. It's kinda tight up
here, I am held
incommunicado to any one in
the extreme orbit. The amour
between Faith and I did not
only excite volumes of words
but gave rise to a special and
beautiful creation, the venus
life clings to for survival. For I
understand that life is no
magic but a spread of courses.
So, you can always lead the
right course with focus at play.
I kindly ask of you to please
make your mother proud of
you and hold onto her rooted
desire for me. Please forgive
the code of fate and know that
I am always besides you to fix
it up. I love you.Hope.
Categories:
incommunicado, peace
Form:
ABC
INTELLECTUAL DESPERADO
Dear desperado,
Knowledge awaits you tomorrow,
If you painstakingly throw
And expedite yourself like an arrow.
Though your foresight looks narrow,
Don't leave your mind incommunicado
Or famished cos at seashore is where ships row.
Ignorance makes devious innuendo,
rising in a fearsome crescendo.
Deface this phase dear desperado.
Despite despicable deeds of a life of struggle,
You're on your way to completing your hurdle.
Education or knowledge is soul food.
Whether from the mansion, the street or the hood,
Whether a Scandinavian, Africana or Caribbee,
Reality gives life to what you grope to be,
It set prisoners at liberty, sail free!
Be consumed with passion like inferno.
Don't just let knowledge sink in but tower
A dormant mind will make ignorance to hover.
Dear desperado,
What you feed your soul in hunger
Makes money out of a mere monger.
Intentionally feed your intellect not just nations,
no matter the circumstances or limitations.
The insight garnered exude theories as Plato.
Knowledge announces you with loud bravado
Making a scholar out of a rascal.
Even mother Earth is a seed of Knowledge, ask her!
With same potency until the last set hour,
Knowledge in hand is worth power.
A hungry soul goes extra mile to feed the mind
And feast on information that one meticulously find.
The rarest example of a kid's mindset emancipation;
Can you fathom the level of desperation?
Starved of light at home for homework & studies,
he took the opportunity to use the street lights.
This kid jettisoned the trap of the dark abyss,
Staring limitation and slothfulness in the face
and throwing up a middle finger with much hate
Can you already tell that this one will be great,
irrespective of the tough and humble beginning?
Even in his struggles, I can tell he's winning.
Despite life's impediment, be strong dear desperado.
Encomiums to this young Plato.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©? March, 2023.
Categories:
incommunicado, 1st grade,
Form:
Rhyme
salient arguments
whirlwind across the floor
rugs of rolling hills
closets filled yet more
the ones we never speak of
portraits fleering
infinite mirrored reflections
walls of respective distances
dogs chasing their tales
mad electrons seeking rest
grabbing at foreign orbits
i turn to her
i have failed in suburbia
the great american dream
i am returning to the jungle
my hovel there is safe
i do not speak the language
streets bear names i have never heard
the poet held incommunicado
i always get left on corners screaming
you will be sorry
Lenin and Moscow
MacArthur and the Philippines
Houdini and Death
i shall return, corners are everywhere
waiting for a streetcar
"Desire"
i have come to realize
i will do this again
some men can only pine
i bury them in it
San Blas 90
Categories:
incommunicado, endurance, humorous, missing you,
Form:
Free verse
On the days I seem less humble,
Should I stumble into greatness
Or I drown in human vomit
By the light of critic’s benchmark.
Let me give self-love a tumble,
Never welcoming false witness,
Think man’s praise, my fault a summit,
Oceans’ trenches in my ballpark.
Let me bless God-given talent
I might stretch or hope to foster
Any friend that (in my shadow)
Finds some shade and grace worth sharing,
Know it’s pride that calls this gallant!
Let my heart be on life’s roster,
Not held incommunicado,
Though no poem’s King of daring!
Let my joy be more in seeking
Love, than grok a definition
That, too, has a ‘God-like’ nature?
Vanity! The thought you’ve found it?
Though my poem’s voice is squeaking
Mouse-like in its admonition,
LOVE is more than nomenclature!
GRACE - Love’s benchmark! Faith’s man’s gambit!
Long Tooth
October 22nd in 2019
Categories:
incommunicado, faith, life, love,
Form:
Rhyme
For full nine months forlorn widow,
Every nine hours by window;
Men watching their every shadow,
Still hoping for her Ricardo,
Who'd promised her Eldorado,
This doing in a Choice Meadow...
Now, The Incommunicado,
Gone her main source of Bravado
And Volunteering Troubadour,
To her a Buck she to him Doe,
Ricardo, not innocent, though...
Slain for vanishing with Grang's dough
Categories:
incommunicado, allusion, conflict, corruption, death,
Form:
Rhyme