Best Inconsistencies Poems
I am your god
You worship at my altar
Yet I offer you no salvation
My glassed fingers
Boiling liquid answers
Hypothesis's inconsistencies
I promise
I entice
Stretching minds to new possibilities
Some are offered health and wellness
Comfort
Ecstasy
I am virility in a blue pill
Cancers enemy
A diabetic's reason to celebrate
I am a surgeons hand
I am more
Yet I take
I wound
I baffle
You are unable to wield my power
I am atomic
Power to warm
Light your darkened hallways
Melt the skin from your bones
I am disappearing ozone
The death of your oceans
Viruses strengthened by your wisdom
I am the answers to questions you don't wish answered
I point you to another
Yet you are blind
You cannot see
You worship at my altar
Yet I offer no salvation
Personifying Science contest.
Written September 14th 2013
I enjoyed wrapping my mind around his words
Stretching my thinking
At times coming unglued
Reaching towards oblivion
While keeping my feet in multiple worlds
Standing on sinking ground
While leaning on granites precious solidity
The substance of imaginations inconsistencies
Tugging on the heart strings of a well played heart
Wondering along the pathway of dreams long held at arms length
Hoping to understand
Taking that backward look while moving forward and upward
Words are his gift
Dropped like psychedelic bombs
Ripping at the fabric of convention
Pain wrapped in sheepskin
Joy pushed through pencils point
Leaving me in awe
Dancing and stretching along
Bouncing against his liquid walls
Till I come out the other side
Understanding
Landing
Blessed
More than I was before
Yet part of myself
Stays behind
Trying to catch my breath
Dedicated to Drake
Submitted to Debbie's Guzzi's Referential Contest
"Closer" By Chris Aechtner reminded me of Drakes Work
and Drakes unusual word combinations thus inspiring
the above piece.
Life is a dangerous struggle
Full of inconsistencies, challenges and pains
Life is not fair even to the fair skinned
The dark skinned are not faring better either
In everyone's backyard a little rain must drop
Whatever be your lot, set your goals and go for it.
In life, even the rich also cry
The poor in pains and agonies cries ceaselessly
The middle class have no problems 'cause they never existed
The orphans on the street go bare footed and hungry
Everyone is plagued by this turbulent journey called life
Whatever be your lot, set your goals and go for it.
Life is an endless and unpleasant adventure
Ending in one phase and continues in another phase
Beggers beg and no one gives to them
Widows cry and no one hears their voice
Everyone is caught up in this crazy web called life
Whatever be your lot, set your goals and go for it
In life, the religious are not the righteous
The righteous looks rough and rugged
Unnoticed because they have no class
For long we have been in this turmoil called life
And it has promised to continue unabated, no end at sight
Whatever happens, set your goals and go for it
The smart acts smartly by running away
They cross the sea, the Mediterranean sea
Unfortunately, you can't run away from life
Run away from it here and you will meet it there
Even though we're here, I know we'll soon be there
Only if we can set our goals and go for it
Life is everywhere, has no friends, has no foes
Life rewards, reproved and reprimands
Everyone is lotted opportunities in life
And it's their responsibility to take them
The faithful pray while the unfaithful prey
Whatever you do, set your goals and go for it
Life has no end, life has no beginning
Life is an omen, the omen never lies
Life keeps everyone busy on their own lane
Though some lanes are fast, some are slow
But ultimately every vehicle gets to its destination
Only if we can just set our goals and go for it
Life cares for no one, Life is hostile
Life is an excruciating and toilsome lot
Imperfect Life preaches perfection
Unfortunately, no one needs perfection
We're all trapped in this vicious cycle called Life
Whatever be your lot, set your goals and go for it
choleric clouds, suspended
over the leaking lake
the rebellion of a teenage face
cross-eyed, ferocious
bereaved by a split pancake
baffled by life’s inconsistencies
a vortex peeks out of darkness
ready to ripple and run her mascara
suddenly swans, as the sun vanquishes the storm
a rare epiphany twirls in her mind
graceful snow wings dapple the outskirts
of time
playful and daring to proliferate
a smile across the freckled face
she embraces the curvature of a poet’s neck
and spreads her august wings
the wild and homeric transformation
of an ugly duckling
she amazes her friends
4/6/2019
Suddenly Swans Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Maureen McGreavy
July 23 Scripture Meditations Based on Isaiah 49-52
Key Verse – Isaiah 49:8 Thus saith the LORD, In an acceptable time have I heard thee, and in a day of salvation have I helped thee: and I will preserve thee, and give thee for a covenant of the people, to establish the earth, to cause to inherit the desolate heritages.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR HELPING ME
Thank You for helping me in facing difficulties
By Your strengthening opportunities…
Please keep my faith’s steadfastness over human frailties
Here am I trusting You with all my functional faculties.
Thank You for helping me in overcoming hardships
By Your upholding fellowships…
Please inspire my heart’s devotion over worldly friendships
Here am I seeking You with all my ministerial relationships.
Thank You for helping me in facing discouragements
By Your exhorting testaments…
Please meet my need’s urgency over temporal allurements
Here am I abiding in You with all my heavenly investments.
Thank You for helping me in facing crises
By Your fortifying purposes…
Please guard my soul’s tenacity over sinful forces
Here am I depending on You with all my distresses.
Thank You for helping me in subduing struggles
By Your empowering might to soar as do the eagles…
Please pull my devotion’s commitment over lustful tangles
Here am I clinging to You with all my life-angles.
Thank You for helping me in dealing with my deficiencies
By Your satisfying mercies…
Please supply my limitation’s lack over attacking insufficiencies
Here am I learning from You with all my inconsistencies.
Thank You for helping me in fleeing from temptations
By Your guiding instructions…
Please lead my wisdom’s decisions over foolish suggestions
Here am I surrendering to You with all my imperfections.
July 23, 2022
Men say they don't like masculine women, but will put you in a position to where you have to be one.
Where is the money coming from if my hands aren't the ones that are dirty.
The responsibility laid on the shoulders like a 400lb Boulder, make it work.
Not good enough to want to be with, but good enough to make a mother.
Inconsistencies constantly delighted in as we sit in silence.
Now we get to be strong for more than just ourselves. Masculine surface but you will never see the inside, the part that gets lonely and damn the part where you get tired. Make it work.
Hopeful in the thought that you may be changing but you remember the feeling of the steel toe on your foot when you get up in the morning.
Smoke train brain, damn, your smoking again.
They say let go of resistance just for today. Make it work.
But today is really yesterday on the third shift schedule.
Little eyes and hands reaching for you but you can't lift them because the pain in your back but you still have to find a way to lift their spirit.
Remember to remind them you are doing everything you do for them but time will be short until the weekend when you really need to sleep from the lack of hours you missed during the week, Trying to hold the heaviness in your eyes so you can see them smile.
How many years has it been now.. I'm loosing count and weight.
What's that mean? The family constantly watching but never calling. She must be on drugs or some . That's always the go to. Make it work.
Oh you got a little attention huh? Don't rush it, you know what happened last time. Didn't he say he didn't like masculine women anyway.
Smoke train brain, your smoking AGAIN. Can you just slow down for a minute because I can't.
Time to start over again just for today as they said or for the masculine yesterday.
FOCUS, your not finished. Those boots are heavy but so is your heart. Time to work on some more .
Make it work.
C.W
A lonely wind tells me its secrets
Treats me to its scented memories
Apologizes for its inconsistencies
While hiding in a slow rising fog
She claims she is but a pawn
Held hostage by the sun and sea
Warm vapors stir the forming clouds
Icy waters chill the air below
The battle sweeps her into its path
Spins her in a tornadic dance
An unseen sun calls the devils tune
A drumroll as warming waters roil
And yet her sister lifts a falling leaf
Sets it gently on a chilling lawn
Riffles the marching rows of corn
Colors the cheeks of school bound children
Thus, she bids a hurried farewell
For stillness is the harbinger of fate
On leaving blows an icy kiss
As friends arrive in hoar frost coats
Kaleidoscopic leaf cover
shimmers in the September sun
casting shadowy and sunlit
shifting pools of darkness and light
on a multicolored graveyard.
Sweet decaying scents permeate
the early autumn environs
while yellow oxeye sunflowers
sway to an autumnal zephyr
that whispers enchanting verses
softly throughout the trees.
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Never could a master artist
paint like a poet paints with words.
What subtle hues could he employ
to capture a whispering wind,
the sweetness of decaying leaves,
inconsistencies of shadows?
These intangibles are captured
with colors of imagery
that are discriminately mixed
and depicted where the painter
ruefully and completely fails,
affixed to inanimateness
whereas, the poet pens movement
and complexion into his work.
SLAM - a form of poetry wherein poets slam, insult, roast and/or highly criticize each other in poetic form.
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My General Poet Slam
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You dare refer to what you write as poetry?
I read inconsistencies and total lack of originality.
Your haiku's truly lose any and all credibility,
and your limericks are as lame as can possibly be.
Your couplets are what I find most pleasing to read
because even though they are meaningless and boring,
at least they are brief,
but it is most likely that I'll forever give your poetry a read.
I'm an insomniac, and your poetry naturally puts me directly to sleep.
Don't quit your day job,...seriously,
but you might make a fortune helping insomniacs to get some sleep.
(The rehab of a supervisor)
My eyes! Saturated
with industrial crap, eventually
to intoxicate what’s left of one’s
bewildered brain.
My sight! Shackled to the
delusion of corporate inconsistencies,
when leading one’s head through each
enigmatic juncture.
My ears! Burn with unprincipled
mispronunciations, after boardroom
lampoons of delinquency miss the
mark, especially when delivered
within the queerness of each
insidious secretion, only then to be
viewed with suspicion, when basking
within the formulation of one’s own
comfort zone!
“Labeled” Non aspirant
when introduced to those
emerging within the endearment of
one’s company charter!
“Without ambition”
The blind clown of managerial youth
articulates, one score and five
not an option in this perfidious
global arena.
Astute! The annual assessment
in place, only to bolster
insecure managers.
A feedback, to aid keep one
in one’s place.
The first phase of corporate
correctiveness, complete with subtle
innuendoes.
Barriers! Put in place to analyze
inflexible overtones, before pleading
guilty of being in possession of too
many answers.
But alas! Enlightenment validated, only
if, of a positive kind.
Ah! Is this the answer! Positivity with
in this negative world, where truth has
lost its meaning in a labyrinth of
corporate “Lunacy?”
Seminar after seminar concoct to
intergrade somewhat aimlessly with
today’s intellect, corporate logic
filtered through hidden agenda, systems of
corrective surgery implanted, to keep
“Shop floor” On track.”
“I! And some, from
a bygone era, ridiculed, insulted,
with in the classroom.”
© Harry J Horsman 1999
I will start with a word
Not knowing where it will take me
"inconsistencies"
No never mind
Forget that word
Oh **** I can't think of a word
What kind of a poet am I?
I'll sit here and scratch my head
Until the blood comes
Hoping it will flow with inspiration
Fortunately my nails aren't sharp
But apparently neither is my mind
I feel like I am wielding a stick instead of a sharp sword
So with my stick I will poke you
Like you are a bear
Perhaps I can get your attention
Why do I want your attention?
Honestly I don't have a clue
I guess I have always been a bit clueless
It seems to work for me in some odd way
My friend tells me she marches to the beat of her own accordion
I think I'll stick with drums because I'm a bit tone deaf
I guess that is one of my own inconsistencies
There it is I'm back to that word
I guess it's not such a bad word after all
Maybe I should have given it more thought
"Maybe"
Now there's an interesting word
Maybe I should quit while I'm behind
I really like the view from back here
Let everyone else quit while their ahead
I can still see them so in the end did they really get that far
What exactly did they want?
I have never really wanted what they want
Wanting sometime hurts
Who needs hurting
It's not to say that I don't want
I just want differently
I want in a quieter way
And to be honest
That's just the way I like it
"Besides"
Another good word
I think I'm going to go in another direction
The road less traveled
Not the road not traveled
After all I do enjoy company from time to time
Even if you
Whoever "you" are might think I'm crazy
After all we're likely to be on different roads anyway
I think in the end
If it is the end
I think
That it should be could be fun!
"fun" another good word.
This was weird and fun!
For John Lawless's "Don't fight it write it contest.
For one infinite moment
I fall in suspended animation;
Time stops, the moment timeless.
I am blinded by the lightning and thunder,
by life's inconsistencies, by man's discord.
I visualize a man who hugs the wall
as he evades a downpour
and looks into the windows
as he passes by.
But houses are darkened
as overhead bombs fall.
His faith in a supreme being
is never shaken, but depends
on a mere human, one with an evil heart.
I awake in a sweat. Was I that man?
No, it cannot be, for I knew
The man hides not his face,
but fear and death show clearly.
In vain he tries to escape his fate.
Again my eyes peer at the sky
And I cry out:
"Why, my God, why?"
Dusk turns darker and darker,
No redness in the lustreless sky;
but there is plenty on the earth
where my brothers die
because of one man's wicked heart.
Is the data congruent?
Is the hypothesis centrivical?
A mix of incongruent inconsistencies
Go back to the lab
Put in on a slab
Revamp the mix
Millennial Madness
Millennial meltdowns dripping liquid assassins
Hollywood havens dressed in fictitious fashions
Political parasites promiscuous pretenders
Inaugural inquisitions collateral contenders
Suicidal secretions, soups of the day
Tantalizing tyrants, leading the way
Corrosive climates heating the score
Idiocentric inconsistencies waging the war.
Jan.19.2017...^WW^
In diminishing degrees of denial and doubt,
I find myself taking inventory of emotional stock
to scan it for inconsistencies:
Let's see...
Right now I feel…
Confused, scared, angry, vengeful, murderous, and demonic.
Yet also…
Calm, peaceful, nurturing, merciful, caring, reassuring, and reassured.
Who am I to follow the yellow brick road
that lights the way out of Oz? (my Wizard seems so far away…)
Who am I to question the path it leads me on?
These strange and unpredictable twists and turns,
tramples and tumbles,
ups and downs,
highs and lows…
I’m just a lost and lonely soul hoping to reconcile
the light and dark,
the white and black.
the generosity and greed
the spirit and flesh.
Yet I only end up compromising my deepest held beliefs
in the hopes that I may live a normal life
and carry on normal conversations
in a world that is everything
but normal.
Full of lost and lonely souls, who like me,
only seek an understanding shoulder to cry on,
that could lessen this tremendous burden,
lighten this harrowing load,
and offer true direction
towards a lighter shade of gray.