Best Lidless Poems
Through the gates of Absalom,
steed and gate did ride,
charging fast and furious
o'er centuries gone by;
peace did shout in vain,
the Lidless Prophets...
must come again,
nigh is the evening sky
but full of hope
The ramparts held fast, ballast and beam,
cannon-fire bombasting flesh and bone,
groans of death ---
such dreary breath!
of decay centuries old
The Rose of all that is Earth,
her petals unsheathed,
torn for time ---
tear and antiquity ---
her red sheen lilts in the new day sun,
begging for Love, she asks:
Shall they come?
Categories:
lidless, hero, hope, peace, war,
Form:
Rhyme
We work inside a cubicle.
Our faces bathed in bluish glow
Like corpses at a funeral,
But if we're dead we don't yet know.
Instead we numbly press on keys
Within our lidless coffin row.
Complacency is our disease
For nothing changes day to day;
A truth a habit guarantees.
Yet soon this herd with faces gray,
These mindless, faceless, zombie-men,
Will shuffle off each on their way
To find our peace, some rest, but then
Once more at eight we'll rise again.
4 25 2019
Quirky Tercets Contest
Categories:
lidless, work,
Form:
Terza Rima
In twilight,
the noose tightens-
and shadows start walking
towards you; to reclaim
your anonymity-
and declare in deadpan manner:
the author is dead.
Your smallness goes
on sale. You are subjected
to scrutiny by the small print, but
the truth escapes from lidless eyes.
A private punishment.
There was blood on the knife.
Why did you write a
sanguinary poem for your savior today ?
Satish Verma
Categories:
lidless, art,
Form:
Free verse
O burgeoning soul of sweet things
mellowed to summer's surge,
with autumn's dim appraisal
loitered to a final song of ditties,
the oozes of eve ferment
my fewest keen-felt purges;
Apollo upon his throne spinning rhyme
wild and weary in his gilded city,
shall he sing thy posy prims
in deep delved halls
with lamenting love on his lips ----
stars his eyes,
moons his garland,
and zephyr, his breath
honeyed in Elven tongues?
How I faint to find my words
whistled in wind,
some blacker beauty in light,
some arrayed longing
begging from dark,
Mountain to moe-hill
in the shades of vales,
the swell of seas
soothed in tinge;
Mother Earth my palette ----
She of rainbow hues
and Bright Stars!
How kingdoms fall harsh,
lidless in forest dim
darkness! darkness!
too barren, too ravished....
naked without even shadow;
shall I clothe thee with wisdom?
Sprinkle thy skin
with the canvas of the heavens?
Steep in the silts of rills
and the leavened soils
of bubbling brooks
drink thy vintage feverish
for the nectar of nightingales
soaked in song
the gods shall push thy pen
prancing, dark winged
as smooth-perched rooks
O wan child fettered and foiled!
thou needed a swifter love all along;
thou canst express with bitter deeds ----
idle words too sober without melody,
a better posy than Shakespeare's?
Categories:
lidless, tribute,
Form:
Ode
Mr. Gecko,
You are not Geico
Mr. SoBe,your name is not Ghecki.
Mr. Wiesman, your heritage is not Gargoyle.
Lime illuminating, advertising
Chirping, adhering to the humidity covered pane.
Hemut Stump toed comrade,
Licking lidless membraned eyes,
Perfected coned vision.
Wafered padded setae,
Suctioning eight times his body,
straddling atop sleek blades of greenery.
Dwarf extinct.
New Zealand`s lost treasure.
Delcourts Gecko remains King of his reptiles.
Self copulation is an unfortunate reality,
when you are a handsome neon lizard.
Categories:
lidless, animals, nature
Form:
Free verse
Birthed in the womb of my thoughts
A bird of stone carvings, written secrets and envied flight
Heavy stone sinks through my head;
Chained hands, limited grasp, surge forward to catch you
Links snap taught and brush your elusive wings
Yet you escape, and plummet
Roving eyes swivel upwards to see you soaring down
Lidless, ever glaring, they lock onto your secret carvings
But too fast, you shoot past their gluttonous prying
And down through a troubled canal
You battle against the sighing breaths that send you upwards
A wordless plight for expression
But rock wings beat through the oppressive heaves
Unexpressed, to fall down into the pit of my stomach
and forever disturb my waking muses,
Another block of words unwritten.
Categories:
lidless, people
Form:
Free verse
I moan the departure
of death,
which was sitting in the golden
throne after the vision.
It had been a waging
war between religion and sex.
You want to align with the
sect devising the bared gestures.
Was it a personal vendetta
of the god who led the thirsty
years of man ? It was a lidless
Hibiscus who will not stop crying.
Satish Verma
Categories:
lidless, art,
Form:
ABC
As I lay dormant in the grass,
cold blood fuelling languid dreams
I wait in silence for you to pass
a harmless thing, or so I seem
I lay asleep, my lidless eyes
yet watching all that moves or may
my callous brain computes the size
and danger, marking some as prey
Though I may lay here mute and still
all my being's coiled and ready
to snatch my quarry and quickly kill
yet my pulse is slow and ever steady
I lay as tranquil, as calm as death
as you walk towards your waiting doom
For I will smell your dying breath
when I strike, here in the gloom
Categories:
lidless, dark, imagery, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
Aphrodite
Deep in a quiet enclave
In a secluded kingdom by the sea
Set in the twentieth century
Lived a wonderful child in a wonderful place
And her name was Aphrodite
Her eyes were silver grey
And quite fair, blond hair was she
Designed by angels, Made by God exquisitely
And she did not know from heaven below
That she was to be loved and loved by me
Strong as a man but by her hands
She was to bear my family tree
Written in the stars and in heaven
Cherubic child, beautiful smile
She was to be loved and be loved by me
The evil things that dwell in hell
And Creep at night soundlessly
Exist in this small enclave by the sea
Then they spied with lidless eye
And noticed my Aphrodite
As time goes on her family moved
From the quiet enclave by the sea
In my wild imagination
I saw her tomb from my little room
For she died and she died to save me
Alone at a desk with lighted lamp
In this quiet kingdom by the sea
I sit in the dark and read
She embraces me in my day dreams
Divine and lovely Aphrodite
If there is a God and he visits
This little kingdom by the sea
Invited and boldly empowered
Those unspeakable things and their rings
Will be found and be bound by me
Life goes on and it is late
I live sequestered in another place
Far from this sheltered enclave by the sea
Once in a while she appears far away
She waves and she beckons to me
I fall deep into slumber and dream
I truly do want to believe
Aphrodite aside my bed whispers
She smiles like a child and promises
To be loved and be loved by me
Categories:
lidless, fantasygod, family, child, family,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Can I allay man's acceptance
of poverty which was not a dire circumstance before?
On those past days of summer the stale from bread crumbs fell
onto the lidless eyes of each child, woman on the street while my hands stretched out in full vanity ...
my very core frustrated, angry as I
walked without faith;
this self- imposed conceit ruling my thoughts as I served the community for my own glory.
And though I wished for more nights abundant that will quench their souls,
I slaved, part of my time dedicated to teach them how to make a living--
but can I wish for the morning sun to come and glow behind the ridges of a slum village wrecked by knives of hunger?
'Empathy denied by pride! '
How could I befriend genuine charity
when my self- centered heart
hungered for personal gain, the applause
of greatness screaming from tin cans and rice bowls of unpriveleged families?
How full of myself was I,
anticipating honors for service rendered,
an accompaniment to my thirsty pride...
and like so, reaping poor men's
adulation, I became more empty,
more devoid of inner peace...
Into deep mournings, prayers sought me:
Who is poorer of spirit-- the giver or the taker?
I pause now...another tomorrow begins,
baptism of epiphany flames the belly.
Another day arrives, my hope and transformation refreshed.
Categories:
lidless, poverty,
Form:
Prose Poetry
being watched
by eyes over there
over there
where the eyes are not
their ethereal glare
nefarious
unseen, ready
like puckered lips
this eyeless wraith
with lidless eyes
nowhere, peering
beyond their death
there are eyes staring
that are not there
these shapeless orbs
surrounding
Categories:
lidless, dark, fear, nonsense, psychological,
Form:
Light Verse
Luminescence in pond
reflecting couple in love
romancing in moonlight
exhilarated by mist
from chocolate fragrant
berlandiera daisies
caressing hearts.
Moon winks
walking away vagrant
cradling sun to sleep
in vain
its lidless fiery eye
radiating heat and light
to rotating earth
nearing its light
to plug into
its energy
to feed life
then move
from its embrace
to cool down.
In beauty and silence
the sun
nourishes without
being nourished
self sufficient
like dare I say God
growing life in beauty
of serenity
interlacing elegance
of flowers and leaves
liquifying waters
of snowflakes and ice
splendor
of each season
returning
until eyelids close
to its light
and open to a Light
without night.
Look a new day has begun
sun rising from satiny
rose bed
sweeps with its rays
of white light
darkness out of the sky
awaking birds on wires
with songs and chatter
opening sleepy flowers
to bees and butterflies
sparkling water diamonds
to mist and vanish
like soul immortal
returning in cycle.
First Place Winner- Brian Strand-All Yours-6/1/21
Categories:
lidless, moon,
Form:
Free verse
When I think of sky
it is a study of shapes,
radiance with motion;
a lidless stadium for
wings and blissful soaring...
the mental athlete I am
some nature of me giving
all artful snapshots flight,
no ceilings to my heavens,
and trapdoors to all my
belows –
I like to think that nothing
is definite, all Time having
added space – all sentences
lavishly repealed by grace;
my affection for endlessly
happy endings – even wrecks
like me, God yet loving, putting
new heels and soles on my
wayward, panting soul,
out-pacing Him and now
needing blessed, merciful
mending....
Categories:
lidless, forgiveness, growth, humorous, inspirational,
Form:
Prose Poetry
AN OPEN AUTOGRAPH
(To All My Friends There And Here,
Then And Now)
On the bald branches of the lightning
That avoids the dark earth below;
Around the nipples of the October rain
That pamper the thousand lips of the earth;
I see you all; believe me.
On the receding waves that carry all the conches of the earth away into the bottom of the sea;
In the lidless red eyes of the fishes
That lie on the fishmonger's table;
When you sprout as the fountain-head of the parched river;
Now I see you accompanying the flower to cross today's turbulent river.
When all the unseen children crisscross the busy roads into infinity;
When you play with the orphaned tiger-cub in the wild within;
Believe me; I see you all.
While the female sweepers' fatigued hands scavenger all the condomed words along the streets;
When the lonely walking sticks stoop along my old verandas;
I see you all spinning around the earth.
When you unbutton your mind to the sun;
And your braless thoughts hang at my peeping window;
When a mischievous finger wanders into the most willing navel;
When Rahat Fateh Ali Khan burns my back with a thousand watts of energy;
I see you playing cards with the gods.
When the lunar night decides not to pluck the solar flower;
When the unwanted sheman on the train tells the story of the seedless fruit-bearing tree;
Believe me, I see you all here at my desk;
Yes, when my pen speaks to me the most illegible words,
The indecipherable of all.
(The End)
Categories:
lidless, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
As a spineless wind blows in the night
Sending chills through my very core
Lidless eyes that pierce my soul
As I grapple with my innermost fear
Sending chills through my very core
Who will hear my screams of anguish
As I grapple with my innermost fear
I Pray to God for Mercy
Who will hear my screams of anguish
Lidless eyes that pierce my soul
I pray to God for Mercy
As a spineless wind blows in the night
Mercy pt. II follows
Categories:
lidless, faithgod, god,
Form:
Pantoum