Best Mutable Poems
Autumn brushes her hair slowly
Letting the glorious colors
flow gently to the earth below.
Showing off vibrant colors
in contrast to summer's green dress.
Out doing the starkness,
of winter's white coat.
Autumn compares the mutable
shades of spring to her fall
Giving a sigh ,end of another season.
She packs her brush
as frost touches her tips.
Categories:
mutable, nature,
Form:
Personification
Written: October 25 2024 for Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tom Woody
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Thrilling and alluring
hazard, affection, zeal, and heat
all the stated above
crimson, as a rose, is a sign of love
at all times evolving
when planets are aligned
color doesn't matter
because true love is blind
unseen for the most break
but only when glimpsed
mutable and undulating
colors are shifting
lasts only long enough
to be outrageous
love is a colorless mood
It is a heartfelt emotion
our eyes grasp everything
love stems from inclusion.
She hates frilly pink stuff
flavor, spice, everything squeamish
three sons and spouse
she shares blue but shuns others.
once drove a crimson race car.
young passion, now a yellow SUV.
easy access and exit.
deeply anchored, like her life.
Experts called her Autumn,
but what do they gasp?
to me, she’s summer,
colors bright and warm,
at times a little dusty,
like a sunlit kitchen.
so color her something,
it would just be opal—
a humble stone, but look deeply,
all the colors of the rainbow
explode from its heart.
When I am missing her:
I am just cobalt blue,
with emptiness...
when we are intimate:
I am a royal purple,
with happiness...
when I am working:
I am anxiously green,
with jealously...
when she is sick:
I am indigo, with
hopefulness...
Pleated, flirtatious hair.
release her loose braids.
with freckled cheeks.
She vibrates sweetly.
the furious downpour.
moistens dusty roads.
falling cobalt beads pitter.
rainy beat orchestra.
1st place contest winner.
Categories:
mutable, analogy, color, love,
Form:
Free verse
Wide, this grand world, with occurrences, rife
On the foam-capped blue, for a seafarer's life
Rich, the adventurer's sojourns shall be ...
Launching deep dreams on a mutable sea.
Daring, the soul who can take to the sky
Cast off the weights of this marble and fly
Rending mundane for the magic of travel
Undreamt-of mysteries await to unravel.
In sky or on rail, on surface or sea ...
Savor the journey and all it should be
Enjoy, as scores don't, the gift ... to be FREE!
~ 1st Place ~ in the "World Cruise Acrostic" Poetry Contest, Kevin Shaw, Sponsor.
Categories:
mutable, appreciation, beauty, travel,
Form:
Acrostic
Unrealities and realities
grind together in mortar’s mouth,
spilling, pulverizing, volatile perfumes—
succumbing scents of citrus, crushed copper,
musks of bruised lightning,
threshing thunderous throbs.
Instability incarnate sings her reveling wails,
fragrances of something
Beyond Name.
I guide existences into black curve,
severing them against sharp, obsidian walls,
letting them rupture—letting them bleed
—syrups and statics—
messy marrows of forgotten equations.
Their shapelessness mutable,
pliant pages to pulp in the plunge
of the merciless pestle.
How many combinations will one
blend and crucify—
to crush, to coax, into coherence?
Rasps of bone bend against sanguine salts,
sheens of opulent oil merge with ember embryo—
iron filings licked into life by tempests reigned.
Anything of matter becomes
moisture—mass—mold—
hunger pooling at my basin’s heart,
seething for impending strike,
for sudden and unforgiving
birth.
Categories:
mutable, change, conflict, creation, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
True beauty defined by that which is isolated
The loathe for that which is natural.
An internal abhor, despising her vivacious soulfulness.
It is the pigment she is hated for
It is the excessive melamine they are repulsed by.
The sophisticated ignorance to the elephant in the room.
Colorism a global entity, more real than you and me.
A liable source of self loathe
Colorism has become viral, Colorism has been global since the beginning of time
Greater than racism, infiltrating the walls of tribes.
We have become colorists. A world paved by yellow. For yellow will forever pay.
She shall not become a victim of a cultural appropriateness
An intersection so feminist in touch with her melanic beauty.
Her revolution has been revised
The revolution must be televised
A black lily rare close to extinction
A blossom in a debris of hate
Victimized by the color of skin
Rejected by those that look like us
It is not that we aren't but it is because we are darker than the night
It is because we shall not stand to be rejected for what the Creator created us to be.
Black blossoming with beautified pride
My revolution is being televised
Colorism shall not be the death of a natural darkie
Colorism shall be the rise of an extraordinary phenomenon.
Colorism is mutable with a unity
Breaking barriers of pigment seclusion
This revolution will be televised
True beauty can never be defied
It is not in our pigment
But in our inner being
Let sophisticated wisdom go viral
Let the "Darkie" be televised.
Tin-tin®
Categories:
mutable, color, racism,
Form:
Carpe Diem
Aries
Cardinal sign
The Ram. Colour: Red, like
your beautiful hair, as soft as
lambs wool
Taurus
Fixed sign. Earth sign
Artistic. Creative.
Your inspiring words stand strong like
the bull
The Twins
Mutable sign
Gemini. Positive,
like the support you freely give
twofold
Cancer
Cardinal sign
The Crab. You are full of
love and compassion, wide as the
ocean
Leo
Fixed sign. Fire sign
The Lion. Gold, like your
beautiful heart, which eclipses
the sun
Virgo
Mutable sign
The Virgin. Colour: Brown
Like your eyes, reflecting the stars,
purely
Libra
Cardinal sign
The Scales. Your beauty and
your inner spirit perfectly
balanced
Unlike
Scorpio, The
Scorpion, You’ve no sting
Goodness adorns you and stands as
your tail
Archer
Just like Cupid
Sagittarius Man
Fires from his fingers, arrows to
your heart
The Goat
Cardinal sign
Capricorn. The wisdom
and beauty in all you write, speak
mountains
Water
Bearer. Fixed sign
Aquarius. Your warm
words that brighten friends’ days, ever
flowing
Pisces
Mutable sign.
The Fish. All your poems
enriching this soup in which we’re
swimming
Categories:
mutable, friendship, lovebeauty, beauty,
Form:
Cinquain
This is a spanking New Year,
A year to voyage with greed of peace and affinity.
Let not your mutable hate blind you from good
But be good to let your hate transmute into humane neighbourhood;
It is time to part ways with the dark forces now
It’s time to live free –
No human soul should mourn no more. No eyes
should be shedding any more tears.
All hearts ought nought be hefty of unjust racial animosity that
may lead to gratuitous xenophobic outbreaks no more too,
Or end up to a massacre of innocent blood that
would stain and defile the soil of our land sordid;
O Messiah, prithee, I do beseech thee!
Aid this nation of Africa to refrain from prejudice and
immorality. And teach them never to harm those who are
innocent for the deeds of others but to reconcile;
And to depart from wrong,
And to let bygones be bygones;
And teach them also to put paid to this obsession of calling their fellow
brothers and sisters from neighbouring countries makwerekwere . . .
A name that’s convenient enough to answer their whim.
Nor should they sacrifice their saintliness in order
to satisfy their vindictive blood thirst:
Instead, in this beautiful year shine’st thou the sun
at midnight…The sun that would perish and subdue the threat of
shameful grievances that might befall my nation once again.
And rain thou the rain that shall slay this futile nationalism which subsists within
the borders of Africa, and thus free the oppressed of their perpetual servitude,
So that they too can learn to trample down the moisture of
continental freedom –
And so help AFRICA be, for no one wills to flee.
Categories:
mutable, violence, prejudice,
Form:
Free verse
Drawn to a conclusion like a magnetic pulse,
Attracting information as like attracts like.
We live but for a moment in the great scope of existence,
The seven Hermetic principles apply to everything in our Universe.
1/ The law of mentalism is immutable, "All is Mind- the Universe is Mental."
2/ The second is the law of correspondence (immutable) This law tells us "As above, so below; as below, so above." This means that there is "harmony, agreement and correspondence" between the physical, mental and spiritual realms.
3/ The third law is of Vibration (immutable) "Nothing rests; everything moves; everything vibrates."
4/ The fourth is the law of Polarity (mutable) "Everything is dual, everything has poles; everything has its pair of opposites; opposites are identical in nature, but different in degree."
5/ The fifth is the law of Rhythm (mutable) "Everything flows, out and in; everything has its tides; all things rise and fall."
6/ The sixth is the law of Cause and Effect (mutable) "Every cause has its effect; every effect has its cause."
7/ The seventh is the law of Gender, "Gender is in everything; everything has its masculine and feminine principles.
And finally, the law of Attraction as part of the equation: You will notice that the Law of Attraction is not specifically mentioned as one of the seven Universal Laws. This is not to diminish its importance but rather to highlight it because the Law of Attraction is the basic Law of the Universe which runs through all the seven Universal Laws discussed here in brief. It holds everything together. It is through the knowledge of the Law of Attraction that one can rise above the mutable Laws of Polarity and Rhythm and gain a better understanding of each of the seven Universal Laws.
When the Sun is buried low beneath the Earth,
And as mountains caress the skies beyond.
Take a moment to ponder, where does one belong?
We are one with all things, take comfort in knowing so.
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Categories:
mutable, universe, wisdom, words,
Form:
Narrative
Ninety-nine Milligrams
Corners and shadow, in silence so long
This is my world, it is my own
Does not conform to conventional guidelines
So they labeled it autism
Fools, they are so close to the truth yet so far
Reality is mutable here and so I make it
Heaven and Hell, for many and none
A stained and tainted strand frayed and withered
Time without memory passes
Yet the seasons give testament
Dendrites dance within the cannabis indica
Fractured thoughts and lithium induced haze
He's going back to the future.
Categories:
mutable, epic
Form:
Prose Poetry
Standing at the proverbial crossroads,
tapping into the game like Morse code.
Cutting my loses as I've lost loads,
Nothing more to lose, I'm like frost...
Froze my assets switching to boss mode.
Are ya out my ass yet? Its like I dropped those kids at the pool.
There's no stopping this like a loose stool.
No copying my spits, no deuce fools.
That means no equal, I rebuke tools.
There ain't no sequel, so I puke rules.
In order to break them, like pharmaceutical's.
I advise you to take em. Refutable?
Don't ask why, I didn't make em.
You'll find its suitable to discuss why ya hate em.
Rather than being mutable why don't ya state some...
Cold hard facts.
Wonder if its too late to get my old heart back.
The one I had as a child before they molded my heart black.
Just young and wild they told us they'd be back, to save us from ourselves.
I wonder where they at?
Living it up, not giving a F. Dancing on the ceiling.
I'm not bigging it up. Can't move past.
I'm digging it up once again,
Back is the incredible! who wants the fame?
Man that's hysterical! You'll get ya accolades like a clerical error.
They don't want ya to know ya credible.
A terrible era we find ourselves in.
And what's on my mind probably ain't helping.
Stepping on toes in kindness, just to hear ya yelping.
Repping my foes ain't blindness, as I write this I'm melting.
Back to room temp, a comfortable state and felt things...
I never ever ever felt before.
A good feeling, an endeavour etc forever adored.
Categories:
mutable, life, heart, heart,
Form:
Lyric
Summer hung her head in sorrow
wondering about a new tomorrow
over summer she began to lose leaves
one by one they sauntered to the ground
she called- they would not return
she could not revive the lifeless leaf
her dress no longer shades green
for the dryness stripped her colors
now looking forlorn and barren
she had to welcome in fall
she apologized for her undress
as rain did not stop to visit
fall will not have the grandeur
to dress in her mutable shades
making her very sad that day.
Categories:
mutable, autumn,
Form:
Personification
Young lovers living in death's shadow
Autonomous hearts bound by love's oath
Freely skirting the binding traditions that cluttered their way
Secretly espousing an innocuous, private romance that openly challenged convention
Amorous compatriots plotting a treasonous tryst
Initiating a temporal rapprochement that yielded a spiritual legacy
Twining branches of two long-severed limbs
Brokers extending a healing love that widened a poisonous rift
Sweet incense of sacrificed lambs rising from the rancid pyre of conformity
Dispossessed of title and home, but vested with a nobler destiny
Accepting their perilous fate with a blithe resignation
Bearing a reproach not of their own making
Short-lived nightmare exchanged for an everlasting vigil
Distilling their fleeting time together into love's eternal quotient
Attaining immortality in the mutable literary discourse
Categories:
mutable, devotion
Form:
Elegy
the nights were filled with arguments
new jersey had a new prostitute
spring and true love, drunken moments
soon mutable to the crashing of objects
against the walls, the doors
freedom thru defenestration
how was i supposed to read and write
i would bang on the wall
hey, Quasimodo, pax vobiscum, remember
mans sana in copre sano
this is heaven here on earth
try Occam's razor for god's sake
there would be a knock on the door
Quasi had returned my Beethoven's fifth
earphones, boom box
i loved his courtships
he used to walk, talk
and breathe his next conquest
the ones he could convince
to leave the profession
gifts in tow, he would stop by, well
you're irresistible Quasi
she hasn't a chance
need money, a few lines in Spanish
anything for a fellow kamikaze
it was worth the silence
i could hear him above my own roar
my only wish was to teach him
pick on the tourists, they leave
upon his victorious return, the inevitable
he would pull the bed back
far enough from the wall
to get the banging effect he needed
gave her hell didn't i, he would say
and the inevitable always brought the war
month, sometimes more, and they would
have found a new patron of the bottle art
but new jersey took one seriously
doing his life in Mexico
what is it like to love a woman to death
i don't care to know
what a horrible thought
it is much easier waving goodbye to buses
no jail time, no funeral expenses
Playa Hermosa 92 The Patient Stones
Categories:
mutable, addiction, death, fate, loss,
Form:
Free verse
Last year’s alarm clock by my beside silently, vigilantly ticked away until 4:02 AM
In the hour of Platonic picture-perfect darkness kept company solely by the bloodshot red
Of the alarm clock reading 4:02 AM
And a suspicious newcomer, causing panic like a foreigner in a shtetl, arrived
In my abdomen, pain, as from machete clutched by any modern horror-flick fiend
Or ancient Mayan warrior bronzed by the timeless sun, who had seen it all by then
Pain induced, and the panic of ignorant xenophobia at this alien agony, nameless
Causeless, baseless
And I, car-less, helpless to the whims of any pluricellular stowaway aboard the meals I ate
Or long-waiting malcontent festering quietly at my expense, awaiting my moment of weakness,
Before crashing the drums of revolution,
Or even maverick cell born of my own body, swearing me the true enemy
And the alarms are sounded too late, or rather too early, before any outside force can be
called
So I collapse into the indifferent suede of the sofa,
With mutable chestnut Rorschach blots on the cushion shadowing our past encounters,
And I conduct the grand electronic symphony that permits the tinny notes of
Arlo Guthrie’s guitar, which shoot like bullets, speed like beams of light
Across the years from 1967 to today, from Stockbridge to my apartment
To me, son of Abraham, of Isaac, of Jacob, and of a thousand other fathers
My world defined by pasts, by traditions, by the presents of others.
The pain subsides like the tide, backing away foot by foot as it glares me in the eye
Grudging me victory, in the battle, anyway, though the war may be yet begun,
So I nestle in my quasi-significant nook in time, as in the hug of an oversized sofa,
Between the aftershock of near-death and the afterglow of “Alice’s Restaurant”
And I hope my present may too hurdle across impossible chasms
Like Wells’ Argonauts, my presently unknown gifts,
May suffice as to be a past for the present of another
To voyage to the future to comfort their solace, though my hand may be eternal still,
Like the acoustic guitar that had its day in 1967
Categories:
mutable, health, history, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
Proust searched his brain for memories that
made the man, could finally understand
that this changed him just by looking;
so he called himself a sentimental realist!
many a prisoner, in walls cast of shadows,
have escaped their fate etched in stone
and bars at Guantanamo, where they
remade themselves in the language of pain -
the poetry of misery or bliss to relive a life
that past has missed, to rekindle themselves
in the alembic of desire, their inner fire
because of the lie of memory; I am frisson!
oh, yearning moment, oh, swelling into dreams
come of these needful things, where open
skies and open roads and open fields
are little sparks in open places closed inside of me.
when this lightning sings my body moves
with the ghostly touch of numinous grass
and forgotten fragile flowers, the distant buzz of bee
and echoing twitter of birds sound again inside of me.
inside of memory is me, thereto is the lie
where holes are filled by imagination, a story I call
myself where fiction and reality are hopelessly
intertwined, undermining who I thought was me and too, mine.
this albatross of original stimulus, this
verisimilitude of the incongruous, mutable
impressions which fleeting fly dead-away
fall into the deep error of my earnest loom; memory!
the act of remembering changes me, so a fool I have
become, locked in shadows, staring dumb, I shun this outer lock, sing my songs as they
come from now on, making me in my own image
unbecoming,
unfettered,
unfinished,
undone ...
Categories:
mutable, allegory, introspection, nostalgia, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse