Best Jittering Poems
I looked off
Into great distance…
Little things
No longer distinguishable-
Those subtle differences
I could never name
Anyway,
Could never paint,
Stubbornly refusing
The prime of my colors,
Shapes and strokes
Of my pithy brush-
My mind a sieve
Of contours
And dripping questions
Muddied
In rivers of endless
Flowing debate…
It is here
At great distance,
Where topics come together
In a somewhat-blur,
Clearer for lack of
Definition,
Sort of like
Closing one's eyes to see more…
Or one's ears
To feel vibration
Of deception,
And sense true
Hearing inside,
And sound an honest
But dull imitator-
The real mystery of
Resonance-atmosphere
One it will never give up-
A jittering tease
Of provocative molecules…
It is here in distance
I come to retrieve myself-
That stick I long tossed
a time ago-
The reminder I placed
In a bottle
And pitched to sea
Way back when,
Now washed ashore
Seal intact-
Ink fresh as ever-
The near twinkle of glass
The same twinkle I sent
On its way…
It is here
In distance
That I find you near-
The macro
Out of the micro,
The world-speck,
Grown universal-
Sails
Not pointed up
Nor down
Nor out
But in-
To the here vastness,
The seal of self broken,
To be read fresh
Back from the dark of searching,
In new light
The star uncovered
I always had
And needed blinding to see…
Categories:
jittering, allegory, allusion, analogy, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
I KNOW A LADY WHO IS SHADY
SHE ALWAYS STAYS IN THE GRAVY
HER MOUTH STAYS MOVIN', HER WORDS ARE CONFUSING
SHE'LL NEVER LEARN HOW TO STOP MIXING
NON FICTION AND SELF CONFLICTED ADDICTION;
SHE'S TOO HOT FOR THE SHADE
HER TONGUE IS A BLADE
THAT CUTS HER COMIN' AND GOIN';
I HEARD HER RECITING SOME LYRICS
I MOVED CLOSER JUST SO I COULD HEAR THEM
HER RYTHEM WAS BLAND EVEN WITH THE BEAT OF THE BAND
SO THE CROWD STARTED JITTERING AWAY
MAYBE THE SHADY LADY WILL DRINK THE GRAVY
AND SWOLLOW THE BLADES DOWN HER THROAT
THE CROWD WILL COME TO ACTION AND GET
SADISFACTION IN RUNNING SHADY LADY AWAY.
Categories:
jittering, funny,
Form:
Ballad
Sitting here exhausted. Exhausted and drained.
Exhausted and drained and beat.
I battled and dueled with insomnia all night,
And now I can touch defeat.
I parried with anxiety. I danced with turmoil.
My mind was up for the fight.
Wrestling and rolling like a jittering wreck,
My head was a fierce spotlight.
Highlighting mistakes. Remembering the gaffes.
Reminding me I’m not so pure.
Insomnia convinced me the stupid stuff I did,
Were done because I’m so immature.
I tried to have answers. Tried to rebut.
Tried denying, rebuffing and negating.
But those words I said in the heat of the day,
Were totally dominating.
One hour’s sleep. Yes, asleep for one hour.
Then I awoke to hear her talk.
She smiled and said “Get over yourself.
Have a coffee then go to work.”
Categories:
jittering, anxiety, grief, sleep, solitude,
Form:
Rhyme
chew your food slowly
your daily bread
grateful for each bite
thankful for those
who sit at your table
wining
masticating
jittering
elbows leaning
mouths wide open
babies crying
but imagine no one
no food at all
not a crumb
mouse nervously chews his tale
dreaming of cheese
chew your food slowly
your daily bread
grateful for each bite
thankful for those
who sit at your table
12/29/2017
Categories:
jittering, family, food,
Form:
Didactic
Living in fear of trou-de-loup
Jittering teeth as terror unfurls
Fingers of mist become pea soup
Unfamiliar with alien world.
Muffled sound hear dog bark
I think Hound of Baskerville
Vision has fled but fear is stark
Paralyzed ridged standing still.
Wendigo watching I am sure
Dorian Gray has left his attic
Amityville Horror is there more?
Spectors stalking truly traumatic.
Staggered onward now am home
Shaking fingers grip house key
Horror unfolds am not alone
The Changeling awaits just for me.
Information: Pea soup fog is caused by air pollution that contains soot particulates and poisonous gas. There was a particularly nasty one in 1952 London
image by KellePics Pixabay
Categories:
jittering, horror,
Form:
Rhyme
Cathode Rays in the Darkness
Thelma Todd is on the Late Late Show,
Brought to the us by Kent cigarettes, which refines and
Refreshes with the exclusive Micronite Filter.
Her still tragic life in the steaming suburbs knows no past.
It is a sucking monster to which there are no survivors.
The holy TV in this house prays with its face on the floor,
Screaming its way through backyards under the parallel clotheslines,
Illuminating with cathode rays, the fragile test patterns of existence.
Lloyd Thaxton is on at 4 o’clock before the news.
Dressed in a Van Huesen shirt with skinny black tie,
He sashayes under those hanging dangling long plays,
Like a finger person jittering across the sea with magic shoes,
Igniting the twisting dance floor with blue-eyed soul.
He is the coolest of the phony-star dance mavens,
Lip syncing with panache and moving lips through album slits.
He ghost-dances now Slauson style to the beat of the dancing dead.
Baxter Ward chews through the nightly harbingers at 6,
Brought to us by Marx Toys; Do you have them all?
He sits behind a square jet black table with head pointed south;
The Great Garloo warns us to beware the Industrial Military Complex,
The insidious Cold War chatterings of Nikita and Jimmy Dodd;
But Baxter Ward assures us he will be there when the Iron Curtain falls;
When Thelma Todd mysteriously dies again in her Lincoln Convertible,
When Lloyd Thaxton lip syncs one last time Unchained Melody in Vietnamese.
Categories:
jittering, memory,
Form:
Free verse
Loyalty, Small and hard
I took it like buck shot
lodged in my heart
He left you for O.K. Tulsa I believe
You said he didn't know you that well
he didn't know you have smoked weed
But he knew you in a way
no other should know I had to find out
from a message on your cell phone
Since that day, I realized
I lived a life of Sin
GOD tell me to forgive
for the bad deeds that you did
Every awakened moment
it haunts my every thought
knowing I pushed you
into another mans arms
I raised my right hand to many times
You resulted to telling lies
We both broke our VOWS
not long after newly Wed
I abandoned you in time of need
you laid in an others bed
Now I'm drunk as BLEEP
just trying to rhyme
not long after I awoke
from a nightmare in a cry
This reality haunts me
every moment of the day
I'm forever in search
of things to give me strength
before ICU I saw the light to heavens door
With jittering of teeth I felt the fiery floor
All in all I wouldn't change a thing
even though you removed you diamond ring
I seek only answers, Stop trying to save face
I'm beginning to think you are pocketing an Ace of Spades
to my demise I have to summarize
be both eft off and really goofed
I have told you my side
and in the end
All I seek is Truth
Categories:
jittering, death, dedication, depression, imagination,
Form:
ABC
no one sees them
as the veils begin to shift
and night falls
ghosts begin their walk
high heels tattered and worn down
jeans stiff from two days wear
jesus dangling between their breasts
at the corner of a downturned mouth
spit and a cigarette gather
jittering and itching they rub their arms
awaiting the next rush and run YEAH !
when the cops are around ? like rats
they scamper and skitter into the shade
will-o-wisp's they arrive and depart
and into unknown destinations they travel
for moments of ecstasy with new and old
'friends'
the hours draw thin the air turns moist
day is coming, and like vampires
they withdraw to the shadow of light
until the darkness echos once again
Categories:
jittering, life,
Form:
Free verse
Let's convene and intervene,
The misdeeds of Covid 19,
I wish for a time machine.
Nothing could've stopped our daily routine,
Had we foreseen this deadly scheme.
We'd hold the past somewhere in between,
Averted this evil ordeal,
So I wish for a time machine.
From Space to Submarine,
Bombay to LA, Stockholm to Rome,
We were all stuck in our homes.
This bug's got everyone jittering,
So I want a time machine.
To undo the things which weren't meant to be,
Keep the world as it should be,
To avert the unforeseen,
Attend schools and meetings-not onscreen,
I want a time machine.
We the people were relentlessly fighting,
The loss we had was terribly disturbing.
Although the things are getting back to routine,
The world's still waiting for a Vaccine,
So I want a time machine..
VijayG
21 Oct 2020
Categories:
jittering, desire, hope, imagination, natural
Form:
Free verse
In the murky dusk,
Holding lit candle in mom's hand,
Ease less standing by my side;
Ready to move to an unknown place,
In pursuit of job;
Held my hand, gazed;
Hugged me, kissed my head;
Dripping tears from her eyes,
Dwindled flame of candle light;
I pulled my hanky of pocket,
Wiped her wet eyes to dry,
"No mama, no mom, no more tears,
Watch the quenching light of candle,
Dwindling zeal by your wet drops;
You are the only hope of mine,
Bring smile in your face,
Bless me, spur my mind,
So I stand strong
In this jittering moment;"
Smile in mom's face, said,
"Too far, too far you go from me,
I know in this scarce employment world,
No choice,
But look for finding lively source,
But remember,
You shall be the only shore
Of my lonely life;
Visit me each time when free from work;
You are, only you,
Shall be in me, my heart and mind;
Be happy, be affluent wherever you live,
The candle light shall never be quenched,
As long as I am alive;
Shall always live for you,
And always live with you,
Even after I die;
© Sadashivan Nair
Categories:
jittering, mother, mother son, mothers
Form:
Prose Poetry
a child collapsed cold in the garden
talisman waved with the wind
violently close to a pardoning-
hardening, molding the kin to her seam inter-winged
horribly marbling volatile harmony
azure veins fold under skin- jittering
gently golden it stings
effigy holding the strings
partially fondling close within cartilage-
pieces now bloom into things-
before following-
thin choreology
thew ending progeny
posed they erode intermittently-
honestly,
iridine progeny,
how are you possibly
watching atrocity knead etymology
skin abound covering, sleeving impossibly
sinew renewed where it feeds on bare faucet leaks
farther it blossoms then seeps something bodily
oddity, pardon me
lovably blue and it bleeds out so audibly
fissure pains bottling
lowly imposingly-
nearing a prophecy
budding up slowly to figurehead modesty
petals all grown out- they shelter so somberly
flay splayed out flower-wise neatly and modestly
peaking autonomy
inky tear conjuring
pink from the fostering
nauseously
cautiously failing to breathe
Categories:
jittering, beauty, birth, extended metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
feelings flood my mind as I speed,
at many thousand miles air flow,
hope is dwindling, would I succeed?
could be a case of touch and go!
white clouds look on quite helplessly,
jittering firefly rumbles low,
left engine smokes perilously,
landing it would be touch and go.
four hundred lives could well be lost,
peaks of mountains covered in snow,
fear and doubt loom, better think fast,
to get across is touch and go!
past the mountains, riding on prayers,
I turn a corner circle slow,
good pilots must be good stayers,
hope in heart but still touch and go.
few miles down, see flickering lights,
runway ahead, bright dots in row,
I slant the wings, ground in my sights,
land!!! Thank God for helping me so!!
Premium contest winner (8)
Written 02/April/2021
This or that Vol 1 contest
Touch and go topic
Edward Ibeh sponsored
8 syllables each line
Categories:
jittering, anxiety, confidence, courage, fate,
Form:
Rhyme
Jitter Click
Butterfly Click
What I learned from a Professional Gamer
present tense
finger jittering
what?? in kindergarten
I was painting
butterfly
technique
no wonder I get beat
every time
grandkids, today, skip the basics
and turn professional
in no time at all
I’m pointing, stabbing
attempting to beat
the impossible
not only
must you know what to do
but
you must be nimble
and quick
one day these kids
will meet their match
I let them have fun
before they grow up
slow down
not too fast
hee hee hee
you know whose laughing
not me
…yet
Categories:
jittering, games, grandmother, grandson,
Form:
Free verse
A laugh
can be more terrifying
than a roar or a scream
in the wrong light,
In the long night,
Lunatic giggles
Idiot he-haws
Obscene chuckles
When the quiet hour, the full moon time,
Spreads its leathery wings
Jaw aching, teeth chattering,
Cruel cold
Spits sleet at your window
The monster slobbering down the glass
That sound...
That ugly, witless noise
Turns your knees to rotten fruit
Your emotions become demons toys
a sweating statue
Only your eyes able to move, jittering
Hyper awareness
Night vision and your hearing acute
You can almost count the stitches
of your shirt through the skin of your back
Every minùte tick, Every quiet whoosh of air
Noticed like a stripper on stage
Ancient supernatural powers,
animal instincts
Awaken to the thrumming of your over active heart
Short blips, images, stutter brightly
In your mind
A painted clown face with evil teeth
Wall-eyed stare no where near funny
A corpse with skull decomposing before your eyes
The blue- black face that haunts you
Arms aching to feel the weight of him
Time to shut the doors, bar the windows, lock the box in your mind…
Time to tell the whisper man enough is enough
Remind yourself of the words of truth…
“Philippians 4:7-8
And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep d your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.”
Rinse and repeat
Categories:
jittering, anxiety, bible, evil, fear,
Form:
Free verse
Our farms are sick and starved and outgrown barns,
The earth is witted, breaking our spades
Tomorrow is stranded because today is wicked
Barking on our tears
These brothers of mine are strangers
They rage the sun in this part of the divide
And walk in canopies we cannot provide
Come to the streets oh comrades
Your stomachs may be asking and your legs jittering
Still come
Come to the entering of the city
Cry to the heavens carrying fronds
Fan the firmaments and beg the clouds to let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain in the heat of the day till
Darkness is stopped from coming, taking terror unaware
And then the wolves slip and fall on their daggers
Let greedy mansion leak, and seek shelter in the hut of the pauper
Let it rain, so hardened hearts get soaked and thieves shiver
Till they are caught red-handed
Let it rain, let its coldness prevail and cool the boiling land,
Let’s its wind sweep through exposing the anus of the fowl kind,
Quenching greedy thirsts and succoring innocent dreams
Let it rain on the x and y
If they look back and see where the knot is tied, so not for
Crescent moon another man’s star die
let it rain and beat hard, and crash the shell of dubious tortoise
let it beat conflicts into comfort, till greed dies of loneliness
let it beat tomorrow into today, and led into leaders.
Categories:
jittering, africa, anger, betrayal, brother,
Form:
Free verse