Best Inhere Poems
Though we got the land on name of religion,
But we tend to be far more traditional,
As being a post-colonial, still baffled,
But now again my nation is girdled!
Every province have its language but,
Radically alike semantics in our spirit,
Some wear waistcoat or some jeans,
This polarization persists in our teens,
But to this point of disparity, still,
We all offer Him together and will!
A time comes in a year, twice
Where we gather with family and cheer,
A reason of celebration twice the year,
One for the fasting in holy month inhere,
While merry on the Latter is premier,
Subdued in the celebrations we’re
Thus so in satisfaction of love,
only of father and mother,
This is the life in my homeland lived,
Mundanely lived … ah seems outlived!
This Bard Doth Drink From The Same Well As Thee...
Everybody sharing planet Earth means,
they moost breathe
the same befouled air
encircling the webbed material,
physical, and terrestrial wide world,
where noxious poisons get spewed
from industries,
that wantonly belch and blare
seemingly, indiscriminatingly,
and deplorably - toxins affecting
all living organisms - care
lessly damaging, harming,
and extinguishing offspring
at reproductive stage
of Mother Earth, who dare
ring lee fight back with tooth,
and nail despoliation polluting,
unleashing, and
zapping sea and sky e're
decreasing biodiversity necessary
ditto clear cutting,
encroaching habitats,
and killing off vital
linkedin ecosystems fear
row huss lee trump glare
ring depredations here
and now exacerbated inhere
rent lee by overturned
ecological/environmental
bulwarks jeer
ring lee scrapped by a president,
who stole winning ballot
springing trapdoors to garrote
legislation supporting
jerryrigged oblate spheroid,
with mean temperature so hot
to evaporate flora,
and fauna protections
eventually rendering *****sapiens
a metrical footnote
with only an umlaut
to punctuate how greed
spelled what their
own extinction wrought!
All you people around!
Now your excitement will grow!
All I’m welcoming you on my puppet show!
Here’s me and my crew,
Now we will entertain –
So you, honorable crowd, never will complain!
All you people out there!
Come sit! Enjoy the play!
If you’re not bored enough – no one make you stay!
Shadows dancing on the wall –
Story that will make you cry;
And all these puppets are mine,
They’re all made for peoples delight,
But I play it day after day,
It brings hell in joys despite…
While the planet goes it round,
Our play you’ll hear the sound!
This puppet is holy, that puppet is damned,
That one is a wolf, this one is a lamb.
Here are the clowns and kings in their darkest hour,
Making them live – how sweet is the power!
I can move them and kill them –
The joy is so true;
If some becomes boring, I’ll find something new.
The curtain rises up and music’s getting loud;
It look’s like shiny trap,
And I can’t make a sound.
I’m blinded by the light – still show is never stops.
I start forgetting lines,
And scream:” Enough! Enough!”
But organ-grinder smiles
And turns a handle rough…
You all will now applause,
You all be screaming: “Wow!”
The curtain’s falling down,
And we come take a bow.
But all that you can see –
To stop is forbidden for me;
And that is a question no more –
Who’s really a puppet inhere…
A heavy heart this papa doth air
signals necessary pang...
this father must bear
though...with muted pomp
and circumstances I cheer
stunning transformation unbelievable,
sans thee as youngest daughter
doth commensurately commandeer
her life by the figurative horns buck haws
self reliance mandatory to attain
indomitable survival deer
to push comfort zones she
lucked out with genetics
that didst electioneer
despite inherent trepidation and fear,
she (beloved, emboldened,
invincible, et cetera) progeny
acquiring, developing, and
possessing radiant flair,
whose sunny countenance
brilliant blinding glare
akin to an angelic spirit hooh did hare
kin profuse joie de vivre inhere
within hermetically sealed armor,
asper this "FAKE" junketeer,
where parting with bittersweet
sorrow tugs this longhair
dada, smote by whirlwind visit,
and now oppressive pronounced absence
more painful greater than hiatus near
four years ago, when venturing ala pioneer
(with just sixteen orbits
under your Kuiper Belt), ye yearned to rear
up despite congenital
(high functioning autism) diagnosis
you launched unlimited sky rocketeer
initially requiring parental consent
as dreams tease your fancy
over the rainbow somewhere
reverentially obliged, essentially,
dauntlessly and courageously climbing stair
weigh to heaven as thee define
ultimate goal, bon voyage unavoidably tear
ring at this being, unbear
rubble, who helped beget thee, yet...
cannot do otherwise but
abide by law of nature...unfair
for birth parents to experience unbear
hubble sadness, though starkly oh ware
precious offspring must take flight...
argh grievous heartache until...
sands of time mark many a year!
Oh this sweat upon my brow
Pours from this weather I must embrace
Thick moist air curls my hair and drips from my face
Oh the dog days of summer are here
Where my clothes are stuck and dirt does adhere
Bare foot running across the tar and concrete
Burning the soles of my feet
Breathless and hot not wanting to move
Waiting for a storm to pass over and this oppression to improve
My garden finds elation in this humidity
Making it leaves grow with great solidity
The kids run lemonade stand down the street
The elders stop to buy it and beat the heat
Tho theses days are short in caparison
To view ones perspiration is somewhat embarrassing
I am so thankful for my air-conditioning
I’m just complaining and petitioning
For a brake for this extreme heat
And I shall whistle along with my sweet treat
Oh this sweat upon my brow
Pours from this weather I must embrace
Thick moist air curls my hair and drips from my face
I guess I shall inhere to July and it’s slower pace
The stellar realms their laws obey
regardless what our scopes display
or how we wriggle facts around
in outer space, on earthly ground,
to match what present pundits say.
For truth is truth whate’er the sway
of those who mark our mortal stay
while in reality are found
the stellar realms.
With reaches deeper than one may
yet fathom in the mind’s array—
enlightenment beyond the bound—
but oh delusion’s sleep is sound—
inhere within and faraway
the stellar realms.
~ Harley White
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The poem is in the form of a rondeau…
Bound in supple molded leather, nondescript,
are manmade pages with rough jagged edge;
between their lines my unkempt thoughts are kept,
Whatever thoughts I fancy or things I fear,
however vain my conceit to try and make them art.
Long past when mold becomes my mantle set,
and my form feeds the growing sedge,
after even up the wind my bones has swept,
the words herein will still inhere;
and so, apart from pulse I will exist, in part.
But it’s true import none shall see:
that you once gifted this to me.