Best Juxtaposed Poems
Give me a piece of your body
before you go.
A tooth, a nail, a curled hair.
A relic, my sadness wants to keep.
By your absence I will live
in the bones of tangled bodies,
who were shot down on their tracks
under the sun, eyes apart.
The trembling does not stop.
Bread loaves were lying uneaten.
Wailing rises, reaching a crescendo.
Blood splattered soil, my hands collect
for god, to show a dirty game,
when I meet him as a witness.
Wanting to know, why not the right to live
was the most sacred thing?
SATISH VERMA
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"Sky's eyebrows
white on blue
juxtaposed...
tears wave to
wash away
pain on cue"
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~JSLambert © 2012 Poet TreeZ Publishing
JUXTAPOSED AWARENESS
On and within the fullness
of this beautiful sunshine day,
I peacefully sit here pondering
the present chaos of the world.
How awe confusing…it all is–
outside, flowers are blooming,
birds and butterflies are soaring,
and the quiet wind peacefully blows.
.
But within the physical and spiritual me,
there seems to be a battle for power control
over which system is the most in control when
it comes to sustaining me physically and spiritually.
Indeed–within–the heart seems to challenge
the brain, while expansion and restraint tease
the soul and spirit with respect to focus and divine
wisdom and guidance in oneness of mission purpose.
Here at home and around the rest of the world, atrocities
continue within its circumference: supporting inequality,
denying climatic change, ignoring human disasters,
and pimping war; all deemed…apt power aides.
Indeed, as I sit here looking out into the Godly beauty
of nature’s canvassing in the springtime, all is painfully
sighted and sourly tasted by the awareness of the chilling
wind of change murderous war is bleeding onto peaceful life.
Once more and again–we hued–wherever we may be
in our sojourn, are caused to detour round-about-focus of
empathy to drop off aspiration, inspirations, hope, faith, and
collective actions, to physically and spiritually aid victims of war-
mongering power-viral infected oppressors we all battle in common.
As I sit here gazing out/into this beautiful canvassing of nature,
hell flaming fires are wreaking devilish havoc not too far away and
at the same time, bombs shred life and spread their collateral pains;
all leaving peace to be realized in the spirituality of the actions of love.
As the “round-about of nature leads us back to the sojourn pathway
our ancestors left and foot-printed for us, let’s move on past syndrome
roadblocks and continue to cover miles of awareness–honking honks–echoing
to all the world that “...our equanimity too, is essential to world harmony.”
The Creator became the creation
He chose a virgin womb to be born
It's something beyond our imagination
How the Emmanuel became a child forlorn
The Divine Architect was born in a manger,
The Beginning and the End, His life was brief
With no place to lay His head, like a stranger
The Saviour of the world was hung like a thief
The Bread of Life once was hungry for a meal
The Righteous Lord was unjustly tried
The Light of the world's last hours were a dark deal
The Truth, accused by witnesses who lied
The High Priest became the sacrificial Lamb
Wounded to heal us, His life was taken,
Blamed to pardon us, He remained dumb
The Son of God, by His Father forsaken,
The Lion of Judah and Lamb of God is He
The Door, He was sealed inside the cave
The Resurrection and the Life, died for you and me
The Chief Cornerstone was buried in the grave
The True Vine gave Himself for His branches
The Good Shepherd died to show us the Way
The Author and Finisher of our faith is Jesus
He vanquished death and is alive today.
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25.9.16
Deep in your peaceful mind,
confusion starts.
Like volcanic eruption.
Deep down the depths,
of the dark blue sea.
Your heart and soul collide.
In Conflict, Causing a rift.
Like the tectonic plates,
that collide and shift.
Disturbances are brewing inside yourself
Concealed by your demeanour.
Smile, that camouflages your despair.
Like the tsunsmi that originates,
below the unfathomable depths.
She cannot be seen or heard,
on the surface of the calm sea.
when all avenues you expend,
to solution find.
And hope narrows down.
You garner all your strength peacefully.
When the depths of ocean,
recedes close to land.
She gathers all her strength,
and sucks the sea along the shore.
You use all your vocal,
physical means to express.
The pain, your anguish,
and your hidden desire.
Exploding in a frenzy,
that Impacts humanity.
The tsunsmi she rises,
to great heights,
Rearing her mighty head.
Rushing to the shore,
Destroying all that's in her path.
Conquering land masses.
Changing the contours of the coast.
Causing loss of life.
Having vociferously convinced humanity,
Regarding your wishes and needs.
You have victoriously conquered,
those who opposed your plea.
Wisdom prevails ,You carry them with you.
Occasionally there could be casualties.
Having expended all her energy,
she receeds back to her rightful state.
Taking along the spoils of her fury.
Nature and humanity are entwined in a way.
Nature expresses her displeasure,
not because she is outraged.
Its only when the balance,
of nature is disturbed.
Her energies so expended,
creating natural calamities.
As for the human casualties?
It's humans who encroached,
Into natures way and space.
Human calamities are caused
by the imbalance of mind,
heart and soul.
Matter of intellectual bankruptcy.
The thinking mind remains static.
Does not evolve with the changing times.
Nature she does not have this gift.
She can only do what she does best.
Accumulate and expend,
energies in her natural state.
Dog upon my lap
Cat purring in the corner
Goldfish swims in bowl
Youth told me
What a joy it is
To meet with greets
And smiles and cheers
All the way on the streets
And everywhere else
You walk on
Just because
The body that holds you
Is young and firm enough
To please!
What a joy indeed
To be treated
As a most prized and precious jewel
To be offered drinks, and to be made to laugh over
Silly but warm jokes!
What a joy
To be given attention, even
From those whom you deem as being strangers!
Old age looks on
And says
Enjoy it all while you can
For
What a tragedy it is
To be ignored
But heeded only for issues
Like religion and spirituality
Or for money matters
Simply because
The body that carries you
Has drooped and has wrinkled
To such an extent that
It becomes obvious
That you won't please anyone!
The force of the righteous is full of the misguided, a forsaken realm to which we're never invited. The gullible minds of weakness, led by their own obliqueness. "Take your children (Psalms) and thrash them about the sharp edged rocks"...Thus is one of the many reasons that I continually put forward these endless mocks. I can't believe that an all loving, all forgiving gOD cast down the suicide self, As well as the innocent smited children are molested, accused and abused torturers women, and those with mental health. Justified in disguise the light is not as holy as it seems. Consider them monstrous like the most horrific of dreams. They need to pay for their mistakes and quit using our souls as the stakes. Stop the infection, expel falsehood's, refuse the lie, accept it's contradiction and reject the reposed. Religions built on scriptures, with words that are 96% fictitious and written by man then juxtaposed. Fu*k me! I will not believe that the victims of the depressed and self-sufferers are to be condemned. All the while the predators and the profaned are running around free and 'forgiven', no I refuse to pretend. I will not lend a hand nor accept this malevolence as benevolence. Mine eyes cannot live inside this disbelief or believe and accept a King James version full on pretense. I could never have my own faith in this creation gOD, who is more evil than that of those so called "Satanist". When you lay down the holy and unholy bibles... The laws, the sins, the rules side by side. You to will be aghast that the supposed wicked have true morality, character, and pride in which to abide. Devastated that our lives are denied by dreams and disillusions, Some where in time we were misled straight into misinterpreted confusions.
Sky aloft
Birds in flight
Through clouds white
Dots of light
Lovely sight
Out a frog
From the bog
Met a dog
Friends on jog
Both agog
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A summer rain falling,
Fierce winds blowing hard;
Ping-pong hale pounding:-
Shortly thereafter,
The rain and wind are no more;
Sun's back...thunder roars:-
Nature can be weird,
Sharing her thunderstrom treats
On a summer day
Now that I have opened your eyes, you must admit I have no respect for your kind, call me... "Ruinized9sdivine , so sublime, I am, I live, I read endless chapters with endless cries. Open your mind, unbind and unblind the eyes. Or it may be you who comes turning dead. For we are not the ones who believe everything that is said. Now that I'm above you I can undo your disguise. It's you, not us who has lied, or led the weak in this reprise.
Trust me I'm not the evil seed, or directed by their described 'Satanic' deed,
Nor does wickedness run in my vein, I'm older now and have realigned like Dave Mustaine. I do not seek out to destroy or harm any and all. I've awaken, And have decided to learn the lesson before the fall. I'm the kind most kind and compassionate. So I never take the guided light but that's irrelevant.
The darkness is the illumination that guides me thru the dark. Admittedly I have been aware that I have the brandish mark. My will is of my own, now that I'm away from my morbidly wrongful ways I'm no longer wasted. I accept my path and my mistakes I've made, now that I've completely faced it. I believe that if you are true, to yourself and selfless grit. Then you're headed in the right direction. And karma is the only fate that's paid as a correction. The next life is a masterpiece of heightened awareness. That's when you'll see that I have composed this with a compatible contemptible fairness. What's acceptable, religious lies, a sick compromise. An infallible system in heavenly skies. Not sure how much, in which to believe. Irrelevance spewing forward, empty as a dry heave. I ingest all myths, lore, and mankind's beliefs as well as many a theory. And confess that religion confines are most dreaded, daunting and dreary. I think if you're true to your own lot and you do not seek out harmful ways of destruction. Then you will be above the hypocrisy and not left for its devouring consumption.
Junco
Just another bird you say
Juxtaposed to other birds unfair
Jettison your prejudices
Join with other ornithologists
Judging the Junco on its own merits
Jubilantly this little bird thrives
Joyfulness in its tiny song
how much that you know never let your enemy know let him think he knows
death
does not discriminates; how good
and pleasant it would be; if so did we, living
life.
Fabricated coast, they arranged a brigade
Aggregated to oppose, braving the waves
Saturated stones, awaiting decay
Exaggerated to juxtapose,
The real contained by the fake.
Professing control, they replaced the coast
Repressing the flow, sustained only to erode
Acquiescing the blows, an unstable repose
Depressing the both, the wave and the stone.