Best Incongruities Poems
*** NOMAD ***
(For Ian and Bryan)
The gifts just out of reach…Always?
Scoping the search?
With the contentments
Of peace to be found,
Buried like treasure…And
Hunted?
Beloved nomad
Seeking place
Among the ridges
Of the lost caves your eagles
Scan horizons
To discover, while watching
constantly over you —
Traveling with your long stretch
Of discontented camels,
Snorting and spitting,
Their loads grown heavier than
The darkness near descending;
Their eyes forever looking
Over the empty distances —
Perhaps as feared
As Earth’s edges —
For any, any possible oasis
Appealing to you with
Some hope of settling.
So do
Stop periodically,
To recall all you love. And
Bend, to measure sought ends,
Letting run
Handfuls of unfamiliar sand
Between your fingers — not
Worrying over spent years
Yet to come —
As you watch the grains of sand
Drizzling down, falling
To a familiar dune
To continue their endless rest.
Nomad, continuing the search
For that similar someplace
Of origin, for re-starting on
The pathways to the where-
Evers far from any ends…or
Before finding then truly
What was held all the while.
Consider that the sought ends
Could assuringly be meant
To wait for the journey’s close,
With much to be said for
Actually moving through reality
While the mind, too, may wish
To avoid doubts or deliberations
In stillnes —
Most happy to feel new breezes
Touch past; or to hear unfamiliar
Voices sing out greetings; and
For incongruities to shake
The soul closer to God.
The journey’s progress (surely
With some luck in the going,
Or help from a greater
Force if while staying)
Does occur in the there
Or the here, hopefully to be
Concluded in a spot for
Body and mind, which
Your eagle has eyed
In many fewer than forty years…
For you are loved, your way blessed.
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(c) sally young eslinger 2/25/22
Thanks be to God
Kill Da Wabbit (a low IQ non fat Haiku)
carrot hangs on branch
kill da wabbit kill da wabbit!
C.I.L.L....... da wabbit!
*Authors note: As you can see, the 5-7-5 haiku rules were broken here. (spelling rules also.) The author does not apologize. He is however, hiding from the haiku high command and related authorities. He extends his apologies only to Bugs for any incongruities to the facts of the story and any misspellings that may offend or cause confusion.
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 16
Covert modern State wiles mock Greek democracy
Must People cast votes to elect block Parties
Athenians all took part in vox populi
Founding Fathers of Great America Party
Chief Washington revolution guaranties
Covert modern State wiles mock Greek democracy
Corsican blood runs blue in French royalty
Scottish rites oath govern secret warranties
Athenians all took part in vox populi
Politicos Police legal fraternity
Avarice cruelty sexualities
Covert modern State wiles mock Greek democracy
No vote counts for individuality
All is grist to Big Money incongruities
Athenians all took part in vox populi
Will Grand Architect of Universality
Show his true face from behind inanities
Covert modern State wiles mock Greek democracy
Athenians all took part in vox populi
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
I write to tell you of my life
But you compare meanings with dictionaries
And understand words
Think of this poem like a lover's fight
You told me if we quarrel I must not leave the bed
So I take it I must wrestle you until you yield
If you only bring your senses to words
You are like me, too sophisticated that morning
And too naive to understand
If you will enter into life
You first die bruise and broken
For why should find life if already you are alive
Is this not what you do to me everyday
If I was not a poem I would not even care
But I know I am written to be read
Deeply; to be profoundly understood
I resent dictionaries always sabotaging my imageries
I resent you imposing on me your twisted histories
How many have you had
Is there no private to abort your the incongruities of your womb
A poem must be read without suppositions
Without hesitation
It must be penetrated and rewarded with convulsions
I vomit in revulsion unless I am placated
For the ejaculation of truth,
That is deep semen from complex tissues
And feelings that for life are complex roots.
Nostradamus ician incantation once meet.
Informal inveracity of the ignoble sect.
Saviors stylish mercies sensed saving their necks.
Invariably today were imputed more adult.
Placing belittled Bibles on the very top shelf.
Next shelf implement the almanac.
Impending how arrangements tend to imbue.
Saviors sweet tune of the scented cock a too.
Were well deserving of our labors.
Incongruities ignite in-between neighbors.
Inconspicuous identification erupts into trouble.
Soldiers marching ides, on the double.
Truth impugned ; subhuman indelible infamy.
Saviors transcendent healing: iatric stylets.
Next shelf implement the dictionary.
Jesus; Icon; identify; ideal; Icarus; iffy.
Incredulous! how impious ideas initiate with i.
Saviors stance steady, as indignant missiles aren't stones.
To fathom the disagreeable I've discerned
Is to not let your hostilities blow up much too rash
For life has it's many incongruities
That hide in plain sight like a cat poised to strike in the high grass
When tempests are testing your infallibility
To go on with out unleashing a personal blast
Use your wit I submit
It's in your ability
To have your esteem still pristine without all the sass
Everyone of us has our own perfect halo
That is soiled by acts we cannot take away
We move on with a smile
And go the extra mile
And with that
I'd like to wish everyone
A Good Day!
Sarah, her two kids in tow
walks in a second-hand shop
for only a second, since she turned
her pocket inside-out yesterday
for a large box of rice crispies
and a half-gallon of 2% milk.
Her old man stopped beating
her three months ago, 'cause
Social Services was on him but
she ain't seen him or any of
his paycheck in about nine weeks
She heard he'd gone to Idaho.
Their daughter, Rachel's been
skippin' school with other kids -
Sarah knows, but doesn't say anything
Jason's hanging near the dumpster out back,
his kinda short-lease home since he got
let outta prison for a possession charge
that he definitely was guilty of, but
he's been clean for three weeks now - almost
Raul's been running the dishwasher and
cleaning up in the bathroom at the fast-fried
chicken place, for three years now
without taking a sick day, although that
cough has been hard to hack for two weeks now.
He hopes the steam from the washer will
kill whatever's in his lungs
Soon Kie shows her green card to anyone to admire.
She has for the last thirty-four years,
but since she arrived back in '80,
when she already had seen more
war and death then most actual soldiers,
she still can't read above a third grade level
She's too busy cleanin' rich houses and
doin' late-night business park office spaces.
Once in awhile, they meet up in twosie's,
maybe more, down at the park,
near the whitewashed howitzer
from WW II government surplus
These are the Veterans of Local Wars
Sloggin' the towns trenches, listenin'
to the deafening blows of indifference,
marching every time they're told to
"Get up 'n' move on, no sleepin' here"
Life is daily skirmishes, the occasional battle,
sometimes being soldiers, sometimes the
innocent citizen victims, cut down, strung up,
strung out, frozen out, sometimes cryin' out
'most every day, wonderin' what life's all about
to have treated 'em this way
Still, sometimes, when they see each other,
they can smile, talk about that time awhile back,
sayin' "did you see what that crazy bastard did!"
laughing at the incongruities and the ironies.
Don't have no medals, don't need no parades.
- just keep movin'
© Goode Guy 2013-05-03
Attendants
Attendants once were happy in the ancient mansion
Made of sand and granite by the cliff
How fortuitous to be employed in these harsh times
Tending to the mundane chores and sober orders
The rule of life for functionaries is to fulfill the reasonable requests
I guess things must have changed in history between the shadows
The help demand more benefits and pay
My servants used to bring me, one vitamin for breakfast
Champagne or absinthe were always there to wash it down
I had one worker for each arm and leg
The four of them became uniquely useless
So what if I forgot their names and birthdays
They still get paid and have definable obligations
Incongruities and inconsistencies will not be tolerated
Attendants are attendants one and the same
Now they play all day
Overlook the cliff at ships and crashing waves below
Sometimes all four gather shells down there and swim the shallows
Or gather pine cones to throw around into tomorrow
In their spare time they take me out like trash
One of them on each arm and leg and toss me in the yard
Being old and feeble I cannot walk or get around myself
I get by on rain water and bugs that happen by
The servants have taken over the old gray mansion
They copulate inside and left me here to die
Entered Contest on - 12/05/14 - "ONE OF YOUR BEST" - Poetry contest
When Virgins Emerge
Virgins dwell on celibacy when they emerge
Even though the agenda might stray to setting dynamite
To lighting candles, eating celery, and hanging everything in sight
Displaying imaginary tiny toys and boys with strings and hooks
Around their necks as ornaments
Christmas trees come to mind
Virgins begin to find their spirits under there
Surprises give thier rise to blossoming
All Incongruities abound and bounce
Like Easter bunnies, they multiply rapidly in Spring
Such women naturally adapt
Are adept at math
Virgins lie and wait
If thoughts could think
Puritanical thoughts would starve for food
Suffocate from education
No need for birth control
Being pure of soul
No need for debate
Or hesitation concerning masturbation
Convenience stores will do just fine
When women explode into the universe
To find their feminine side
Unwind, have a smoke, a child or two
Virgins don’t just converge, they merge with it
Kill Da Wabbit (a low IQ non fat Haiku)
carrot hangs on branch
kill da wabbit kill da wabbit!
C.I.L.L....... da wabbit!
*Authors note: As you can see, the 5-7-5 haiku rules were broken here. (spelling rules also.) The author does not apologize. He is however, hiding from the haiku high command and related authorities. He extends his apologies only to Bugs for any incongruities to the facts of the story and any misspellings that may offend or cause confusion.
To fathom the disagreeable, I,ve discerned,
is too not let your hostilities blow up, much to rash,
for life has it,s many incongruities ,that hide in plain sight, like a cat, poised to strike, in the high grass,
When tempests are testing your infallibility, to go on with out unleashing a personal blast,
Use your wit, I submit, it,s in your ability,
to have your esteem , still pristine, without all the sass,
Everyone of us has our own perfect halo, that is soiled by acts we cannot take away,
We move on with a smile and go the extra mile and with that I,d like to wish everyone a Good Day!
Catch the latch under the thatch
Roof within the hut
In your village where you snatch
Every chance to balance the gut
That propels your vision
To embrace the trace of the future
You believe lies in the diffusion
Lying at the intersection of a culture
Dynamic enough to promote progress
Conservative enough to preserve salient values
So essential in your culture they digress
From puny conservation to sow clues
To the way forward in blessing Africa
Without turning your backs on the forward march
Humankind launches to recognise Jamaica
As the homeland the Reggae arch
Whose contribution Jimmy Cliff
Alongside Bob Marley and Peter Tosh
Transformed the music genre from a whiff
To a major component so posh
No connoisseur can dismiss it
As a flash in the pan in the pantheon world music
Celebrates and elevates to fit
New sounds and bounds in non-basic
Communication where a universal language
Inherent in music criss-crosses salient aspects
Humankind shares and spreads to assuage
Incongruities and insanities in prospects
That point to and chart the destiny
Humankind deserves
Despite flak, yak and intrusive scrutiny
That in the end serves
No useful purpose in uniting humankind
Despite race, opinion and obstination
Which turns people blind, makes them unkind
To the extent they annihilate an entire station
Blessed by the most high
To kiss blessings and forgo chances
To step forth and fly
Higher than current circumstances
Project
In their illusion to freak out
Reject
And promote doubt with diminishing clout
Today and tomorrow
Now and forever
If you should borrow
Not from fever or a disgrace river
But from God's manifesto
In which your portion lies in success
To derive nutrients not from alcohol but from the tomato
To which God has granted you permanent access
To prolong life
Live in optimum health
Give up strife
And gain and bargain for perennial wealth.
Weeping the eyes out everyday
Wailing in every house all night
When will these have to stop?
What is so powerful
That even the king fear?
Anonymous creature
Breaking the lion hearts
O you taker of life!
What err has been done to you
For us to deserve these incongruities
Incognito serpent you are
Fiercer than privation
Penury is incomparable
This must really be our fate!
We all know, “There are Angels Among us”
Appearing to us, in disguise
This is a little, poetic story
About an Angel in my eyes
At first she seemed, to be as normal
As any other, we may meet
But as she grew, I learned to know her
It was clear, she was unique
Soon I noticed, a strangeness about her
And it appeared, to be intention
Realizing that, her incongruities
Was her way ,of harm prevention
The fire was, her first acknowledged
She saved me from, an early demise
By persistence, she did warn me
She is an Angel, in my eyes
On the job, twenty-four/seven
When I myself, did not realize
Sent to me, straight from Heaven
She is an Angel, in my eyes
As I slept, she was beside me
Alert to every breath I took
She learned the nuance, of my being
She studied as though, I were a book
Learning every minute detail
Of the life-force, I partook
In restful slumber, at my bedside
She made this spot, her “special nook”
To a cold wet nose I wakened
Then there came a strange surprise
To warn me that, I was in Danger
She is an Angel, in my eyes
She had perceived, the changes in me
She knew that there, was something wrong
She had to wake her sleeping master
When I was weak, she was Strong
Shaking hands and labored heartbeat
Cold and clammy, I did feel
Wake up, wake up, my sleeping master
For it is time, for your next meal
Diabetes is, an evil demon
It attacks in many ways
And when it creeps into my slumber
She is watching, and she saves
Many times, she has roused me
So the danger, I’d realize
And by doing so, has saved me
She is an Angel, in my eyes
She taught herself, the skills she needed
As she learned, where I was weak
To be of service, to her master
And to do it, so complete
I did not witness, her descent
As she entered, from the skies
Protecting me, was her intent
This “Special Angel”, in my eyes
'...with quenchless canvasses of twisted fire' - Mervyn Peake
Your vision was a beacon
gracing us with golden sheen,
your heart was dark and heavy
with redemption rarely seen.
You plumbed the incongruities
of faithfulness and fear,
you challenged life's inequities
so often with a tear
of sadness in your dream-dimm'd eyes
and shades of anguish too,
this world was never meant
for one as beautiful as you.