Best Increment Poems
Time! Those minute and
Angular grains...
Wherein, subscribed to
Each hypothesized increment
Forever,
All supposedly contain
A singular ticking second from yet
Just another incumbent
Universe:-
Man's futile attempt to try and
Feebly explain
That which only the
Great Unmovable-Mover
Can truly measure!
Categories:
increment, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
Slow and unfazed, oblivious to all,
He came from out of the blue,
Gaining power to point in the path of our life,
His passion and mania grew,
Summoning whoever marched by his side,
Together growing big, growing proud,
Together becoming more an unstoppable force,
Unhindered by feet on the ground,
Then all of his strength rose up from a thought,
A perfect silhouette, perfect curve,
And with all of his might he cracked open his voice,
The most beautiful roar to be heard,
As he attacked with one glorious increment of fear,
He lifted his mountains, his tons,
Just to die all alone with millions of friends,
His million small beautiful doves.
Categories:
increment, death, growth, life, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
Nigeria & the New Year Presidential Gift
SILENCE
Silence! Stillness! Silence! Inaction!
All guises of an impending eruption
The only sound of merriment
Is in the coterie of increment
I wish there could be joy in this clime
Like the pleasure you get from my rhyme
Our busy rails, ports and roads
Are our platforms for relieving our heart-loads
On boards, boldly written are our words in hues
Is it our turn to be deprived of shoes?
We trek the streets proclaiming a new birth
While our detractors soar like birds in mirth
Silence! I encounter silence everywhere I ambled
Is it true that our peace has been gambled?
There are only two persons I see
The first person, a damsel, I glee
I will never have seen her, thanks to subsidy
But to Keats "beauty is truth, truth beauty"
I would have fallen for her seductions
But I resisted her like subsidy attractions
I would have blindly succumbed, rejecting truths
Now I discern why all hands protest, even youths
Our pains increase yet no decrease
All we patients, diagnosed for the same disease
Our misery, their fortress; our words, our refuge
We persist, our tears for justice in deluge
Empty promises sadden our weary lobe
Hence; we seem the dystopian part of the globe
The second person, like the Ancient Mariner
Expressed his pains and fears in this manner
"Once upon a time, in their kingdom, animals –
Birds, reptiles, insects, aquatic and mammals –
Rejoice over the death of their brutal king
In unity and hilarity, they dance and sing.
'At last,' they said, 'it’s now authority, no more power;
Our words and woes will be respected in the new tower;
No despot reign, but a shepherd for us all sheep,
Tender-heart and loving; his promises, he will keep;
Our promise land! A new captain to steer our ship
He will use the mace to direct us, not as a whip'
All - ignorant of the dead despot’s fairy - are whining:
For he was alive and in a shepherd’s cloak, ruling"
Then the tale teller asked, 'Alas, Is that their lot?
Who's now leading, the shepherd or the despot?'
Categories:
increment, allegory, depression, political, words,
Form:
Rhyme
BROKEN FLOWERS
i.m. Ann, my sister 1947 – 1997)
Heads of fine purple strewn across cement
And yellowness heaped up in an airless room –
Travesties to which your heart’s golden fire-dust
Is an increment on pain. You asked
If the pretence of caring had now vanished,
Was it real now, under the cracked sky-line,
Like your memories dammed up under the rain.
Surely some vital drops will float
To pull your rootless beauties into holiness
Even as they die in a still vase –
There is no picture to quite stir the heart
As these fallen crowns, noble as the chalice
Of Gethsemane, which yet held the terrifying
Dark secrets of the world’s crime.
As you winter in your youth,
Beheaded flowers your beauty, your truth.
By Rosemarie Rowley
Categories:
increment, angst, bereavement, death, loss,
Form:
Sonnet
Quite apart
from anything to touch,
more is an increment
that lies behind the consciousness,
to swell the mind with new imagining,
inexhaustible—thriving in its sacrifice
just as a fountain
throws its treasure to the sky.
Still as a vision never seen before
and nevermore returning,
haste to burn it into mind and then
away, away across the clover fields
to seek the wooded edge aglow
with inspiration's light.
It is just such fantasy as that
to feed a passion where reality
emerges from a thought created,
just as God ex nihilo sought out the earth,
the dew upon the ground,
the misty heaven, the distant haze
of peace.
In dulci jubilo,
the endless questions
form the ziggurat
of humankind's delight—
the endless answering
a sacred palindrome
of an eternal life.
~
Categories:
increment, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Never A Lonesome Dove
I'm so tired and so weary but never a lonesome dove
I've always tried to fit in where ever I visit there of,
On many unknown varsities I'll gloriously be only me
So very humble as if I were only a little bee so happily free
Where ever I hang my baseball cap or even my cowgirl hat, oh as socially as I see
How can some of these people can never go an extra, extra mile being happily?
Why cannot some of these people where I've worked hard all my life
I've always kept a firm resolution, to be happy with whatever I do in strife,
In some increment of devices, some people all keep in an upbeat veiled faces
When all I want is heavenly angels to wear or smile and itialize true traces,
Of no antagonistic histrionics of devious and innovating identities as crisis
I'm only a mere country kind of gal; that has no negative abnormal-analysis,
In many destitute places I do love writing or whatever I do think of
I'm so tired and so weary but never a lonesome, lonesome dove,
I'm so tired and so weary but never a lonesome, lonesome dove
I’m so tired and so weary but never a lonesome, lonesome dove.
Written: Nov. 20, 2014
Yvonne
Categories:
increment, blue, change,
Form:
Rhyme
In these days, we prayed -SERIES-
"TELL FREEDOM"
June 10, 2017
TELL FREEDOM
‘ The Black Soul ‘
TELL FREEDOM
Sanity was dressed in filth
And nobody recognized her.
The long days and warm nights
Sped along, chased one another,
And were lost in time.
And time,
Man, and something within him
Conspired against him and his innocence.
While the darkness of the land
Rushed on to meet him.
Suddenly, three overgrown and uncultured
White boys were about him.
"I'll have this one,
“A ginger-headed lad said.
"What's the matter?" He asked em.
"You're going to fight us,"
The ginger-headed lad replied.
"We fight fair," another added.
"I don't want to fight you", The black boy pleaded.
"You'll fight!" the white boys iterated.
But for what reason should I fight you?
"We want to kill you!" they replied.
"For what crime?" He screamed.
"You're black," one of the white lad said.
"Ready!"
"For this much all men know:
Despite compromise,
War, struggle,
The black man is not free.
The ***** is not free
For he plant while others reap
The golden increment of bursting fruit,
Not always tolerance, abject and mute,
The receipts of his forced labours cheap;
Not everlastingly while others sleep
Shall he delight their limbs with mellow flute,
Not always bend to some more subtle brute;
A black man was not made eternally to weep.
For it’s a known fact that:
‘A black man only exist
In this world,
Without truly Living?’.
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare
Categories:
increment, africa, freedom, time, travel,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
The giftee rings true only when their offering is given without greed
and when received in gentleness without tug it will surely supersede
Love is the union of two people who willingly sacrifice themselves
Lust is a brash rub of emotion that with selfish intent often delves
Truth is honest, open and often patient, in expressing its commitment
Lies on the other hand are cunning and always eager to increment
Isolation can lead to separation along with deep seated loneliness
but recognizing same in others can be a moment of deep awareness
Nov 11 2022
Categories:
increment, analogy, identity,
Form:
Couplet
I look to my love and to the future,
both coming closer with every thought.
I look to the future that I know like a prophet
with a love that I understand and worship.
I look to a time when.;..
we are lost in each other, and found in us,.
speechless we communicate, mindless we love.
I look to a time when.
age has mellowed our temper and we bend to each other,
weaving a sculpture of love.
Getting closer.
As for now we are still young and unsure,
in love and insecure, bold and impure.
Yet getting closer.
Closer not just to each other, but closer still
to the truth in our spirits and to the purpose in our bodies.
Getting closer still.
Age is our ally, time our enemy, life's our battle,
innocents the casualty, and peace our reward in our
struggle to be closer still.
In the forge of love, temper burns and wills collide
but if we learn to bend we will survive.
And we get closer still.
Fate may pull us away or it may push us closer,
but if we flow with it, I feel that it will shape us
to be closer still.
In our struggle, what is the goal, and what is the measurement?
Our goal is boundless, and love is the measure of which
infinity is but a small increment.
Yet we get closer still.
Categories:
increment, conflict, devotion, growth, hope,
Form:
Lyric
Confounded landing
The more complexity developed within me, was
Not finding solution to get rid of inner tragedy
Still, increment further to it added, blazes in love piece
A torture, torment and scattered feelings
Dismantle of roofs ahead and falling down of pillars
A long sigh in it, impulse to burn into ashes around
Those, grey views of flown hot dust landing into mind
Added, a gear of lamentation producing laming hands
Helpless legs were buried since long known of calamities
Undecided plebiscite was roaring, ego of human beings
In that, my existence was diminishing into zero
The pit of my landing place was developing into marsh
No escape was viewing for winning from confounded landing
Mid night stroke dense dark, coinciding with palpitation shark.
(11/08/2014)
Categories:
increment, absence, conflict, confusion, cry,
Form:
Blank verse
Save more and more,
Laugh not and ignore,
Respect money and store,
Or it will exit by back-door.
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Make a wise investment
To get constant increment,
Avoid costly experiment,
As it may erase merriment.
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Money gives you perfect dignity,
By bestowing upon you prosperity,
Riches make you a sure celebrity,
Accept your words the community.
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Without money, you just weep,
And lose totally your sleep,
Your agony will be very deep,
As peace you can never keep.
-
You just exhibit your money,
The World will supply honey,
Money can solve your agony,
Helps of money are too many!
Categories:
increment, growth, money, poverty,
Form:
Rhyme
Sometimes we pay double extra
During inflation
Price rise in cooking oil
It has been a long time
We're eating waste oil
Increment in electric bills
Already suffering from
An extreme hot day
Price rise in cars
MCO lingers
We're unable to change cars
Price rise in household electrical appliances
Have to buy an expensive
All-purpose cooker
Price rise in worshipping supplies
Have to ask for God's forgiveness
Rise in bus fare
Pity the children
Free education but burdened transport fare
Price rise in chicken eggs
Have to use less tasty duck's eggs
Price rise in farm fresh drinks
All along no confidence
Price rise in beers
Not all the people's favourite
Price rise in sugar
Saccharin is already widely used
Price rise in bread and mee
Have to change to
Less tasty rice buns and meehoon
Besides inflation and tax increase
We do pay double extra
For people's carelessness
Ignorance
And greeds
All finally will result in
An eternal suffering
Categories:
increment, car, drink, food, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
I know all,
Even when I was not born;
My teacher told me more,
On the journey of my Land
First day of October,
Yes! My teacher said it's 1960;
Till then,
We were not matured to own our land.
Our nobles raised a beacon of hope,
Shinning with power of justice;
The white were choiceless,
Only to allow us to bear our name.
The kaakis came in 66,
Against the bridge connecting two sides,
Many bloods soaked the ground,
On 'I want to lead'.
'Ali must go!"
Was the raised fist of 78
As 50kobo increment of tuition fee
Came to turn the sky to earth.
Like a bolt of lightning,
79 came suddenly,
Giving power to a pacifist,
But left swiftly to martials
The ho-o-o-o-ho-o of ANTI- SAP,
Covered the world in 89;
Our income could not save us,
We were in cancer cell.
We totally accepted
We were in a sinking ship,
When our figure was manipulated in 93,
Our choice was denied
The snake came with mask figure,
At least we were given Democracy in 99;
But later,
It turned to rotten apple.
Do you remember 2012 removed subsidies?
It was selling #140,
While now is #630.
2017 encountered EndSARS,
Hence, talent were truncated,
Like a story left unfinished
Until it's off in 2020.
Although I was a boy,
When I could not identify the wrong and right;
My teacher told me,
Democracy upgraded corruption.
My country is the best country,
That's in printing new notes,
See how 2023 notes
Have circulated before June.
I know one day,
October 1st will see our pain;
Its flag will fly with joy
And the pledge will go with pride.
Categories:
increment, independence day,
Form:
Free verse
Sticks And Stones
"Solid states are deleterious. Innocuous spates are not so serious."
Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater
" Husbandman who imbibes of the melon chose a poor wife who was a felon. He incarcerated her within the rind and there he kept her very fine."
Simple Simon
"No negotiable instrument, no appreciable increment."
Pease Porridge Hot
"Command decision requires revision when ample sample shows division."
Little Bo Peep
"For diminutive Miss, I recommend bliss while she waits for her errant arrivals. Recalcitrant flock will do what it wants in search of its own self survival."
Little Jack Horner
"Young thumb gains pie's plum."
Hickory Dickory Dock
"Audible distress makes mouse change address."
Categories:
increment, humor,
Form:
Free verse
Another increment of measure drops;
And while looking forward and around;
Into the reflections of time;
I can only wonder what it is I hope to see.
And in this capsule of imaging
I roam through the inner worlds of my mind
Looking perhaps for that hidden path
That might eventually make my life immortal.
But as I gage cause
And search for answers;
The reflections seem to do little more than;
Simply pass in review.
Categories:
increment, health
Form:
Free verse