Best Inset Poems
I pull down from the shelf
The beautiful box of treasures
Ornately carved
Warm, yet well worn
To the gentle touch of my fingers
There is no rush
As I sit in this cosy spot
The sunlight of memory
Like a shaft of enlightenment
Beams onto my cheeks
There is a brass clasp
That silently releases the lid
Inset with filigree, blue and gold
My favourite colours
In my favourite pattern
The hinges release the air inside
Like a happy sigh
A hug of acceptance
As a valued friend visits
After life has carved out years of absence
My eyes closed, I reach inside..
I find the sound of laughter
Forest light streaming through the trees
Jewels of picnics and Spring days
Friends I have loved and lost
I find endless Christmases
Warm Summer gifts of love
Painted pictures from children
Smiles from unexpected messages
Or kind words that linger
I find weddings and food and dancing
Music and poetry and photographs, old and new
I remember the holding of many hands
Small, soft, pretty, all different
Some tired and wrinkly (my favourites)
I find emotions that I thought I had lost
All gathered in this precious box.
Placed carefully,
Never broken
Always perfect and personal
I am slightly overwhelmed
(it happens sometimes)
For now, the tears can stay outside
As I close the lid, replace the clasp
Until the next time
Categories:
inset, family, friendship, loss, love,
Form:
Free verse
As if there is no one like I to match
Why is that?
I ask all the time where is that other hat?
The head to my ball and catch to my cap
A mind to protect head rounded grounded
When would a cross of paths guide the blind?
The blind sight that hides confined
Through the eyes that find the beauty in line with heart
Why is this? I ask all the time wondering if it will ever be
A mind like mine to have and converse all the time
Not just my own when I am alone struggling to write
Thinking yes thinking that monster thought creeping
Tender loving care is what I have always been seeking
The meaning a meaning to be called a purposeful life
Traveling my endless futures conceptual mind
A mind like no other I find is hard to compare
Share with me that time in mind yes share with me I say
Where ever they are I do ask each and everyday
That question no answer to myself as to why
A one why to my life arriving back to begin
The beginning to one a two three and four
When my minds value over heart is the fractional score
To denominate my numeral path inset with a dream
Meeting someone with a mindset like me
Categories:
inset, desire, destiny, emotions, fate,
Form:
Rhyme
Melt away Racism – Zamreen Zarook
Various ways the populace onset,
Launching always begin with an inset,
Day by day every mind starts to feel upset,
But it is sky rocketing on every sunset.
What is the gaining out of this discrimination?
What is the meaning of this aggravation?
They find this as an anticipation,
But it is considered as the state of aberration
Tongue is given under an oath,
He gave hands and legs not to see you as sloth,
Let your positive mind handle them both,
Definitely it will wrap you with a golden cloth.
Show respect and be perfect,
Happiness and Elysium will be your deflect,
It’s the exact time to give the inject,
Then, there won’t be a single of deflect.
Categories:
inset, anger, betrayal, change, character,
Form:
Rhyme
Nightmares
Deep inset fears
Heartbeat races forward
Overwhelmed with anxious feeling
Fearful
Categories:
inset, life
Form:
Cinquain
The heavy odor of lavender polish softly opened the door
Peeling paint family holiday house timber-slated chairs
Orange-flower water the tick-tock of the grandfather clock
Pruning orange fruit trees which grew behind the house
Sunlight streaming into the room through sloping window
onto a table, box of cigarettes a carved pipe and a photo.
Hanging from the mirror by two ribbons, a little plush hat.
Sweet air scented with potting earth and horse manure
A valley tumbled into a blue-green canopy of forest gums
Humming sofly under her breath they threaded their way
Glittering eyes rain dripping eyelashes corkscrew curls
Living in a woodland forest cottage like country princesses
White painted railings polished wooden floors glass inset
Orchards laden with blossoms, tea on the valley verandah
White chocolate eclairs rosehip apple and Lady Grey teas
Vegetable garden ,lavender ,daisies , foxgloves and roses.
Thicket of hazel,holly and brambles coated the under slope
Antique French doors large wooden shutters,blue tint spiral
An orchard that glows red in the sunset from the studio
Glimpse of fine white teeth, challenging smile fan aflutter
Enchanted room night of candlelight sweetly familiar odors
Catching tadpoles + baby frogs in the lilly and crocus pond
Categories:
inset, imagination, nature, nostalgia, places,
Form:
Verse
Iridescence and subliminal flow has condensed within your fragrant bower,
a scene of isolated beauty that portrays the essence of all splendour and redeeming
power.
You are repose and renewal to my longing soul
which in hunger for such a sight could have stayed unrequited still!
barren and with plighted role unto my desperate ill.
Now seen suffused in the radiant glow of you, like mirrors
are placed surrounding flowers inset in your resting place or in bunches,
frieze like and still, are coloured floral showers.
They experience no passing hour, in lilac clad repose, you gift this domain
with abundant russet locks a’ spray in a cascade of feral purity
shining vibrant gleams, diaphanous and serenity proclaimed.
You exude ephemeral and delicate majesty in coalescence
with this limpid mystic scene, pure spiritual visions profound combine
with siren-like illusion seen.
Desire calls as from traces etched on heavenly walls,
reflected pinions fan-like show through emerald hued illumination
in subtle sweeps below the surface of this inviolable creation.
© Joe Maverick 21-02-2011
Footnote: I have written this piece for the Reflections contest by Constance La
France. This is a fictional write and I ascribe none of the above attributes to the
scene or character names, these same attributes belonging solely to Yahwah, the
one God manifest as Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
Categories:
inset, fantasylonging,
Form:
Rhyme
Inset inshore gruel insight evoke.
Droll dresser dream.
Cocky linkups occur.
Categories:
inset, sea
Form:
Haiku
Oh, Ravi Varma, you are a legend!
When I look at this Indian postage stamp
(brought out in your honour),
a miniature of your self-portrait
with the inset of your painting
of the legendary Damayanti
with the mystic swan,
I am of course reminded
of the well-known little narrative,
the episode from the grand epic—the Mahabharata:
Princess Damayanti interacting with
the soothsayer-swan, which,
at the moment, is suggesting to her
to take King Dushyanta as her spouse—
in the ensuing swayamvara, the moment of choice
(of a husband from among the suitors),
and Damayanti listening,
with bated breath, to the mystic bird.
My stream of consciousness takes me
to the originals—oil on canvas:
the strikingly common feature in both the portraits,
I must observe, are the observant eyes—
Your bright, beady, artistic eyes
And Damayanti’s glittering eyes
that nearly give away the excitement
surging in her, the bhava;
and her bhava, too, her posture.
My thought stream takes me further
to the other eyes in your enchanting array of portraits—
of the celestial Mohini with her bewitching eyes
And the legendary Shakuntala with her alluring, lovelorn eyes—
to mention just two.
Your artistic mind visualized the scenes
and your eyes didn’t fail to capture the bhavas,
and the bhavas, that is, the feelings
together with the complementary postures.
Oh legend, you have had your accolades—
national as well as international;
You also had to face turbulent criticism;
you still face it.
But, as we know, it’s not the grounded aircraft,
but the flying plane that faces turbulence!
***
Categories:
inset, art,
Form:
Free verse
Sun above, looking
Thoughtfully at itself in
Immense clear water.
Adds golden sparkle
To the leaves of the palm trees,
On the green island
Which looks like inset
Against the large, vast sea that
Stretches till skyline..
Categories:
inset, nature,
Form:
Haiku
No mercy for achieving goals
No mercy for health and fitness
Keeping you on track
No mercy that's a trainers life
No mercy
With a bit pressure
Trainers know what's best
No mercy
Its a total approach to fitness
Pushing you to your limits
With No mercy
No mercy Trainers life to teach you how to fuel that body
And WILL NOT accept you to fail
No mercy
Mindset of you can do it
No mercy inset
No mercy that's a trainers life
Wants to inspire people to look at them
And say "BECAUSE OF YOU I didn't give up"
No mercy that's a trainer life
Categories:
inset, boyfriend,
Form:
Verse
After this you needn't regret
Your life is bourn as your child today
Voudrais tu une cigarette?
All stakes are high upon this bet
Though grace and patience is all to pay
After this you needn't regret
In warmth and bonds may trust inset
The glow of knowing till egos play
Voudrais tu une cigarette?
Advice wears over for angst's outlet
Never rash nor heavy, never lose light in day
After this you needn't regret
In a wink and a worry in your Autumn set
A thought to the child now grown away
Voudrais tu une cigarette?
Then a day your child takes up the fret
You smile to see their berth and say:
After this you needn't regret
Voudrais tu une cigarette?
Categories:
inset, angst, caregiving, childhood, daughter,
Form:
Villanelle
As I climb the steps of no tomorrow.
I'll keep my love close until my last breath.
Give me a final kiss without sorrow,
For these gallows will give me my death.
No justice is found for my innocence.
Show them no weakness or flowing tears.
They are hanging me now for my silence.
This town is ravaged by their angry fears.
Only with sweet memories look back.
Remember the last moments our eyes met,
And wear red to my gravesite, never black.
Carve innocent where my name is inset.
So cold the dark eyes of the hangman.
Oiled is the rope that will slip ever tight.
Laughter will fill the crowd as I hang there.
No care is given, they believe they are right.
8/25/15
Categories:
inset, conflict, people,
Form:
Rhyme
In a world brimming with danger
where tragedy is no longer a stranger.
with many voices that can lead us astray
They open new doors with the dawn of each day
terror saunter out unabated waiting for death,
To call and thrown down on us grief filled -burden
Strength holds where the love for humanity is broken
Birth comes with the sublime and the disdain,
With anger, the posture reframes the sinews strain.
Borrowed time is a distant unforgiving friend,
Whose path suspend our brief respite to the end.
Of course, most people wish they could try to reverse
all the dreams they have lost in bitter remorse.
But nothing in the universe works forgiving better,
Then when we are at our worst distemper.
The opportunity comes to regain our soul,
from the kind of terror which pollutes the world.
We paddle with prayer to maintain composure
Pretend surfeiting was only a blip of anger.
Turn and try to live in a perfect ambiance unfurl,
the epitome of dreams merges with the world.
fear can’t fight the deeds that governor the insane,
with nebulous mentor the warp mind inset frame.
it’s a realm somewhere inside crying out for a change,
the bleeding-heart wanders forlorn and deranged.
No contentment only movements together merged,
from anxiety and fear the claims are gradually purged.
brave wings can fly high; regain strength and soar
above static clouds making waves in the atmosphere.
We thrive and survive when we have tried our utmost,
To live free of fear for better or for worse.
Walk away from the snare and make the most.
Of what is waiting to appease the flames of pain,
Tears momentarily can only wash away the stain.
Leaving good reasons to get more rain,
As fortune favors the blessings, we have regained.
Tears that fell through trembling words of war,
They fall not too far from where we are.
Until all the helpful chores we have done,
With heart and soul, still, manage to love everyone.
Categories:
inset, anxiety, death of a
Form:
Elegy
A thousand miles an hour
This fete a break through
I scan the speedometer, inset odometer
Stuck in the traffic Jam a thousand, without a move
I wonder!
Fellow citizen passes on wheel chair
A thousand far cry shy
Overtaking treacherously
Counting his steps is staccato
He stops and wonders, boss
Sorry, he muses, poor boy, he mutters
The Jam’s got to take another thousand
And I stare at the speedometer
A thousand miles an hour
The break through.
Categories:
inset, allegory, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
She is,
yes, she is beautiful.
Could I paint the picture then you’d see this is true,
Her face is like grace when she’s dancing with youth,
and a smile so stunning as to silence a room.
Skin alike cream, so white and so smooth.
With the beautiful unique of an arm kissed by rouge.
A porcelain masterpiece cannot help but be jealous,
when this feature unflawed is there most wanted wish.
Inset by two eyes bringing depth to the blessed,
like a storm cloud in summer complementing the rest.
It’s a green touched by smoke, some of my favorite things,
then to top it all off when she moves is to sing.
Could you see what I’m saying by these statements I have made,
then the world may be better.
Such a beautiful place.
Categories:
inset, beauty, body, dance, image,
Form:
Quatrain