Best Motioning Poems
You didn’t notice my tears.
As you both kissed each other
like two lonely plungers
who just escaped from plumber’s solitary confinement,
your eyes open and wander up.
You didn’t look across that banquet hall
with my feet planted against wood polished tendencies.
Its creaks motioning time towards yellow-signal identity.
As my breath declares sudden death
against lake’s dripping reflections…
…you didn’t think to set your photo album on private.
Advertising lust
wrapped in pretentious cloak
sewed in recycled fibers of “love”.
With ignorant enablers speaking chic-flick tongue,
“Oh My Gawd! I’m so happy for you! I wanna ovulate!”
As I, put my head down
returning to this moment in time,
I had to let my song…cry.
Lenny Williams begins to exude “cause I love you” chorus,
as I walk towards bar
sensing your seductive retinas
stroking against my Latin swagger.
Your ring finger
chained by 3 carat, naïve cut, diamond
motions an intense, streaking caress
against wine glass filled with Zinfandel sin.
Because you know I am your addiction.
Your diabetic lips never forgot
that taste
of my
brown
sugar.
But, you didn’t notice my tears.
I wish you had.
For all this time, these tears
were of joyful splendor.
Because solace holds my hand
with candlelight warmth.
Slow dancing with my soul
in mystery Salsa sway.
While you stand on home plate,
holding your 2nd place trophy,
with 3 strikes against you.
A reminder that my heart,
was flexible enough
to dodge
a bullet.
© Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
motioning, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, thank you,
Form:
Free verse
after Ivan's wake, later that night while I slept,
I had a dream..........
suddenly! I was in a parking garage below ground,
it was dark and oil-greasy, I was standing near a car,
a big old four-door
and on the other side of the car stood Ivan
motioning me to come to him......
I started around the side of the car,
but my feet felt like lead buckets......... I could barely move
I couldn't seem to get to him.......
and reached out to him.......
exclaiming "Ivan your dead! do you know your dead?"
.......with that peaceful smile Ivan always had,
he replied "jimmy! (he always called me jimmy)
I know, I'm ok, come here, I have to tell you something"
he reached out his hand to me,
.............and disappeared
Categories:
motioning, deathme,
Form:
Narrative
Your seawater stirs in me where fire balances high on oil
You clasp my candlefire, wick's motioning coil —
A sweating kind of missing
A burned open kissing
The glass shared between us two
Flames in our faces as we move
To the synchrony past
Our dressing these masks
These temperatures rising in veins of you and I
God, brief tourniquets in time —
Where I drown my highbrow in your heat
This hard body now heartbeats
This translation
My intoxication
Categories:
motioning, fantasy, fire, kiss, love,
Form:
Couplet
Winter approached
in hours of finality,
quelled midst midnight's
imperfectly lit enticement
of darkly notable
impressive spirits,
motioning a welcomed
goodbye gesture,
laying to rest
a chilled salutation,
as ghostly ambitions
commenced to play
a well articulated
empowering seduction,
chasing lullaby's softly
dreamt enchantment,
sleeping peaceably
unfurled beyond
destined reawakening,
condemned to limbo
Categories:
motioning, allegory, symbolism, winter, ,
Form:
Free verse
He was howling at the moon,
it was mid June's heyday, she
was naive beyond reproach
her innocently lit chiaroscuro
made him hunger all the more,
til one day she let down her guard
'neath an impatient violaceous sky
drinking effervescently blissed wine
kissed him with rosé blushed lips
But his instincts betrayed him,
devouring the petite blossom
of her youth, teeth bared,
eyes glaring crimson, her stardust smile
no deterrent, appetite’s salacious intent,
stomach growling nocturnal desires,
claws scarring milk-paint skin
till groans released vibrations
felt ‘pon shadowed earth
shattering movements
ground-breaking momentum
sent horizons a' rocking
motioning to constellations
as they synchronously liquefied
tilting universes' on their axis
a little death's furtherance
uttering god's hallelujahs
lit beyond obscure sighs
Now two silhouettes,
midst harmonious moaning
echo upon auras' illusions
cresting lofty hilltops
can be seen this night and all others
when the skies turn dark
and celestial bodies' tumult
simultaneously ignite thunder,
diffusing smatterings' explicit
flight surrendered furthermost
heart-stricken otherworldly lovers
'Collaboration ~ Chris Green & Paloma'
Categories:
motioning, desire, dream, emotions, longing,
Form:
Romanticism
i've seen it several times
someone motioning, flourishing
waggling, swinging, curving
hunching, moulding, stooping
pulling shapes, a twirling
a form, a delineation, shadows
fingers, tree branches, winding creeks
sometimes a head inclines
obstructing the cityscape
what are they listening to?
what are they talking about?
we've done it, we've become greenwood
sometimes a jungle
i've done it alone after dropping you off
cold storage becomes publicised
i've done it
i've done it, yes, i've cried in
the car
alone
Categories:
motioning, humor, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
Maddening thought to process such a word
Mad definition defining more than anger
Mad upset feeling fever flushed climatic danger
Mad mangled minor class offense verse major
Madly suggestive messages a madden proclaimer
Mad made digestive mental notes selective
Madder matters making moves motioning more
Minds mad capacities hijacking brains plane
Mad makers massive maze uncontained
Moistening our various vented veins change
Mad to be or not to be?
Crazy…
Categories:
motioning, analogy, confusion, crazy, deep,
Form:
Rhyme
The evenings breeze moves the curtains,
ever slowly,
motioning to the world their compliance.
Behind them hides the moon,
rising,with clouded scattered light,
like a flock of birds frightened by thunder.
On the table, a candle with smoke lifting upward,
after being snuffed out
curtains parting, the moon's soft light,
an empty wine glass,
your fingers motionless on its stem,
your eyes lifting slowly with smiles
All this cradled in my mind,
as I rise,
reach for your hand and kiss your eyes with mine
Knowing that the night is still young
and we have a date with the ocean's sand
where we will leave footprints trailing,
filled by the dark water of the night
leaving only two sets at the high water mark,
facing each other
7/20/16
Categories:
motioning, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
And the exhausting calamity of the twinkling snow
Frozen solid and thawing beneath the sky
Of gray turns to the palest of blue
With the sun so glistening gently by its rays
And the past flows like a shadow through the mist
Sparkling dew of spring’s once lonely gaze
For then was the time in which emotion stagger
To now his beating of my hearts electrical charade
And in the morning’s tears I notice the reflection
Of my own face, older, wise
And through the trees I hear a voice singing
Past the unknown and into the motioning twinkling of all that was lost
And found in the valley of the darkest shadow
And through the lonely hearts dizzy dance
Amidst the falling sky of a forgotten dream
Out of the waves of ruin of the wondering stare
And she amidst the shore collapsing into the glistening ground
Until all that there will be, through these newborn eyes
Is that same melody floating through the awakening breeze
Until the only sound surpassing the expression of the earth
Is the voice of my love -
Calling me home.
Categories:
motioning, appreciation, beautiful, blessing, boyfriend,
Form:
Free verse
Only little black girl at school and her white friends admired her ‘tan’
–“I'm brown all over” she told them, proudly motioning to all her body.
But skin color can be an issue
I remember the back of the bus-
although we rarely rode it because of that.
I remember for colored only water fountains
segregated schools and lunch counters for whites only.
I remember the caste system at my high school- black step back, brown stick
around, white you all right.
I think Langston Hughes captured the cadence of it.
Bright skin girls were queens and princesses, beautiful and fair.
Black girls were well, BLACK and that was supposed to be a negative.
And then a funny thing happened on the way through the sixties-
BLACK was beautiful and the skin color dynamics began to change.
It came out of the closet and was addressed by white, black, brown, red and
yellow people.
Now skin color is celebrated in all shades and hues although
I still hear teenagers at my high school (I'm a teacher now) say things like,
"I'm not sitting out here in no sun, I don't want to get any blacker than I am."
And of course prejudice has not disappeared it has mutated and we do have
stronger defenses against it in some cases.
Interestingly even skin color defines some of my "brown" students.
They react to the "darkness" of each other and their parents, relatives and
friends.
"My mom is real dark, Miss, she don't look nothing like me."
"Miss, do you think I look like a Mexican? I don't look nothing like a Mexican."
"I'm a Latina."
"There's no such thing as a Chicano, it's something people made up, either
you're a Mexican or you're not."
"What does that mean-Hispanic?"
"I'm Cuban, Puerto Rican, and El Salvadorian, from Belize; Honduran (We got
black Hondurans, Miss)” That’s the color of skin thing.
Categories:
motioning, black african american, education,
Form:
Life is about a daily 'Act of Kindness' and that's all it's about.
You're bustling about in a grocery and happen to see a lady
whom you know is having a bad day so you stop! "WOW you're
hair is beautiful. I wish mine looked like that! She bursts into
a smile and you have succeeded (and it doesn't really matter what
her hair looks like) Success is all that matters.....
You skip on through the aisles and run across a worn out
young mom with two screaming meemies in her basket and
again you stop saying, (the louder the better) "My goodness,
there's no ugly people in your family!" Bingo! she's not so
worn out anymore and what did it cost you? Absolutely Nothing!
See how many people you can make happy, if only for a brief moment. Try
motioning, on a busy street, for someone to get ahead of you
and watch how happy they are!
Just forget about yourself and think of others!
Cheers!
10/29/15
Categories:
motioning, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
When I pull away, you push
I’m silent, like a single finger to my blush lips
motioning “shush”
I feel like a caged tiger
craving freedom and lovers flesh
a prisoner of your personal horror
I must digress
I loose myself, into my mystical, magical, mind
to keep this empty agony, from burning into
each minute, of my lifetime
my body, feels frozen to your touch
your kisses, cannot melt my hatred
toward your soulless lust
I am strong from within, I cannot,
will not
let him win,
A real live porcelain doll I have
turned in
Two
lines forming a cross, hold my inner eye
for the Lords love catches my tears as I cry
when your fists, strike my body
a bloody mess, you leave my lie
punishing me for your insecurities
and false lies
a chance to escape you, this dream
has me hypnotized
each day of mine, ends in silent sorrow
and begins, with prayer filled sighs
For love, does not beat you behind backs
and then smile in your eyes
using such smiles to disguise
to the outside, false facial expressions
keep things trill
I pray, for the strength one day,
to fight my prisoner back
perhaps kill
Categories:
motioning, art, introspection, life, lost
Form:
Free verse
It is here
In this alley littered with trash.
Where a man drives alone in the night.
Braking.
Motioning.
Waiting.
Where a high-heeled woman bends down to his window.
It is here
On this street I come to find you.
With your skin that is smooth.
With your face twisted and pale
And a name no one knows.
It is here
In this dark room
Where your naked body glows red
In the pulsating neon light
That I make you do things to me.
Though I stare now and again into your empty black eyes.
Categories:
motioning, sexy,
Form:
Free verse
TALKING TO AN ELEPHANT IN A TREE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
I was stunned this morning saw an elephant in a tree
Motioning, trumpeting, hey, please come talk with me
Tell me please, how in the world did you get up there ?
You sentenced me to this place since you don’t care
About the poor, disabled, aged and the mentally ill
As long as your coffers are to the brim filled
What are you doing sitting in a tree all alone ?
Observing the madness that mans greed has sown
So tell me, how long have you sat there all alone ?
Been in this tree, lets see, since man started to own
He started out, simply gathering a few pretty stones
Then others joined causing clashes and undertones
Accumulations of objects brought about some envy
Then suddenly another accumulator became an enemy
The possession of objects then became an addiction
To own n amass fortunes was the common ambition
You haven’t progressed much since those early days
Accumulating, not letting anything, escape your gaze
Initially you were crude, a quick strike to the head
Now more sophisticated: you lend money instead
The strong rule the weak, the smart run the show
It’s the same tunes and libretto where ever you go
Crescendoes will be reached then the bubble pops
Chaos will ensue, when the music stops
I see more and more elephants sitting in trees
Dominating the landscapes causing sages ill ease
Elephants becoming impatient, angry, sitting in trees
Malcontention has no remedy, with which to appease
I noticed each time I visit; the elephant gets bigger
His continued bloating will eventually trigger
A destructive insurrection against the status quo
Possessions, worthless, when there’s no place to go
Categories:
motioning, angst, corruption, history, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
A Wattle, nearly 80 Smoots high.
decided one fine spring day
that some way it was going to fly.
“It was going to fly ?”, said I
“No way, Jose, not today.”
The Wattle, not discouraged
actually looked somewhat smug.
It had me puzzled and worried.
What did he have buried,
a magic genie’s flying rug?
He pulled out his magic deck
of Pumperdinkle flavored tarot cards.
Things were definitely going shrek.
Motioning to me, what the heck.
He wanted the whole nine yards!
On the table the tarot spoke
words of wisdom in hollow tone.
Grey matter rose like wisps of smoke.
The Wattle listened with great hope.
The tarot faded, and then was gone.
The Wattle spoke and soon was done.
His voice was weak, demeanor dire.
"Quarks and hadrons, I command none."
But setting himself on fire he won.
As his smoke rose high and ever higher.
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Wattle: Australasian tree yielding long slender poles.
Smoot: The smoot is a nonstandard unit of length created as part
of an MIT fraternity prank.
Pumperdinkle: A crazy word which I thought up.
Shrek: A crazy word which someone else thought up.
Quark: A basic particle of matter.
Hadron: Quarks combine to form hadrons.
© Jul 1 2010 For Tirzah's "Fantasy" contest
Categories:
motioning, fantasycrazy, magic, rose,
Form:
Quintain (English)