Best On The Contrary Poems
Thus we follow little Puff Puff brave and true,
For the Castle of Magic was within her view…
She will journey far under the skies of blue,
When she gets there, will she know what to do?
The Dragon Queen was angered and sent her men,
To look for little Puff Puff for she had escaped again…
“No one shall leave the Queen” from her Dragons den,
Huffing & puffing letting loose a fireball now and then…
Yet little Puff Puff journeyed tranquil and quite serene,
Unknowing she had tempered her Grandma, the Queen…
She decides to rest upon a rock near a relaxing ravine,
She sees movement followed by a silent smoke screen…
“Hi” a welcoming smile, “I’m Heidi the holographic fairy”
Created by the Queen for the forest to be rather scary…
Over time she had become kind & gentle on the contrary,
Thus venturing together toward the Castle joyful & merry…
Just behind them the Queen’s henchmen Victor & Gershon,
Protectors of the land who would tickle you upon desertion…
“Stop! Now, by the Queen’s command, your exiling exertion”
The men being weary, asked to tag along in their conversion…
Off they went, now a foursome to reckon as happy as can be,
The Castle a stone throw away, with water above their knee…
Puff Puff & her crew decided to cross the water in their spree,
But it was too much for Victor & Gershon for they had to pee…
The Castle in sight, the drawbridge opens observing the team,
Slowly tippy-toeing in, huddled together they hear a scream…
Before them stood a magnificent creature out from the steam,
“State your business, for I am Illuminatra the Empress supreme”
...to be continued...with more characters!!!
Oct.14.2019
Composed by Winged Warrior
Background...Internet Composite
Two-Headed Dragons & Little Puff Puff...Illustrated by Winged Warrior
Background Music...Children's Fairy-Tales from the Internet
With a female virtual voice
The story is based upon Aklia, Brenda Chiri's beautiful granddaughter
Thanks to everyone for their comments & making this poem POTD
Categories:
on the contrary, 1st grade, character, children,
Form:
Rhyme
"We chase unreachable heights, in the hope to find happiness,
Only to find we are still the same, because in fact we are chasing ourselves."
(Triggered and inspired by a conversation this morning between Arthur Vaso and myself)
I have crashed many times over the past five years. Many, many times before realising I was chasing my own tail.
Does this mean that I don't crash anymore? On the contrary. I came back last week from a three-week stay in a mental hospital. Oh, I crash and when I do, I do it good and hard. Rock bottom, here I come.
Then what?
Realization is just a first step. It can also be the first hurdle, the one you never get over, that one that you will see in the distance and that becomes so BIG when you come near it, that it seems it will swallow you whole.
It's a first baby step.
What is unreachable? That is a first question everyone needs to answer for themselves. It's different for everyone, but we all share this: if we don't realize we are chasing a phantom, or our own tail, we will end up bitter and frustrated.
Unreachable for me (to make it less abstract) is:
- walking;
- playing the violin again;
- dancing again;
- speaking fluently;
- not feeling lonely;
- setting goals that jeopardize my mental and physical health.
Up until recently I tried to achieve the impossible by trying to reach every one of these goals. Seeing this list I think that everyone who knows me realizes that it's a list that is setting me up for failure. And I finally agree.
I used to try and aim for the impossible. And I admit it still feels a little like defeat by admitting I can never reach these goals. It made me deeply depressed at first, almost suicidal. But I am slowly learning to set new goals, little steps, small things that make me not only happy, but also proud of myself.
Like writing poems, alone or together with the marvellous poets I met here in Soup and among my other friends. Or finding out what fun sports are available in a wheelchair when you also have limited use of your arms. Or finding friends, even though my loneliness is innate (also something I needed to learn to accept.)
I still chase myself. But I set the reachable goal now that I finally found the truth: I am aiming for acceptance of self.
Comments and discussion greatly appreciated.
***
January 22, 2017
Categories:
on the contrary, depression, destiny, inspiration, life,
Form:
Narrative
Walking through gardens
Feeling your presence beside me
Strangers passing by, lost in the darkness
I see the reflection of the city lights in your eyes like stars so near
The icy july wind carries your perfume to me
Your voice echoes through the winter air and your smile, my God your smile...
My hands are cold but i am calm, serene and happy
Where are we going?
Someone once told me that what matters is the journey not the destination
I forget the past, don´t worry about the future, only the present matters
And gradually the twilight turns into night
I look at the sky and I find the moon smiling timidly starting its journey
I want to touch, surround you and drown in your hair
But I do nothing, afraid of ruining everything
Strange... Nothing and Everything
All the while the sound of waves crashing on the sand accompanies us
A familiar sound to me, after all this is my city
The surprise hits me for I am not blind to the world, on the contrary
Everything looks sharper, brighter
And time has not stopped as the old love poems tell us
It goes faster, flies.
My thoughts are clear despite your intoxicating presence
I know I have only a fraction of the time I would like to live beside you
I know that your time here will be as short as a shooting star in the purple sky
And I also know that you will take a piece of me away
That might be returned to me one day or lost forever
Who knows about these things?
But I´m not afraid
I would do it all again
Because you are worth it.
Categories:
on the contrary, july,
Form:
Free verse
Imagination never diminishes with age;
on the contrary,
the loss of memory only enhances
the thoughts of what usta be...
Categories:
on the contrary, age, humorous,
Form:
Monoku
On a temperature perfect evening, while kids play and run
I am sitting in a gazebo under a slowly setting sun
Unexpectedly, an insect appears in my line of sight
like the stereotypical tear flowing from a man of might
Watching; it saunters around my feet
Is it afraid of my presence? Should it be afraid of me?
Have I become afraid of it? Paranoid are we.
Is this the feeling the great and defeated Goliath felt?
Intrigued by this encounter, I think what an awful hand this bug was dealt.
For I have now become judge and jury; The gazebo is now a courtroom
The insect moves beyond my feet and closer to me
My nerves all rise.
Perhaps I could crush this being
like a foot to a grape, its ending would be red
On the contrary, it's possible the insect just wants to be fed
Perhaps I'll relocate the bug without the shedding of slime
It would be hard to justify such action, consider the scene of the crime,
Perhaps I shall agree with its innocent plea
and leave it alone to let it be...
The latter I chose for who am I to decide
A splatter of a death for an outdoor being, being outside
Upon leaving the courtroom feeling justice was served,
I was unaware the insect was being observed
Compassionate was I, like a god being merciful to a sinner
but it was soon caught in a spider's silky web for dinner...
Written March 19, 2017
Categories:
on the contrary, animal, fate, insect, irony,
Form:
Rhyme
It's time now for me to start a new,
I have to as all my poems were removed.
Locked out of my account by poetrysoup,
I was excluded in exile from this poetry loop.
Following this exclusion I am now back,
not fazed pulsating the evolutionary track,
evading the limits as I upgrade and adapt,
soaking up the jargon and improving my act.
Many others write rhymes befiting to poetry,
with less common or poetic words in decipher reads,
my rhymes are more fitting to an unsightly reality,
with everyday common words on the contrary.
On the face my style has a lesser appearance,
but I write rhymes for head and chest clearance,
I don't comply to the contemporary coherence,
I'm more a wild card away from adherence.
I had created a monster,
the sort offence sponsors,
a repulsive imposter
receiving revolted responses.
A quest that I conquered with ease and perfected,
but went to far and squandered to see it ejected,
wondering beyond the boundaries until disconnected,
I didn't ponder it, I was fond of it that's why it was selected.
When I get knocked down I return with haste,
grab a fresh slate and draft a brand new taste,
when you lose all, start new and don't hesitate,
in the face of adversity carry on and create.
My life's a quest to evolve and progress,
each test to solve, break down and digest,
unstoppable on this path until I witness,
a poem I write with rhyme finesse.
Categories:
on the contrary, character, endurance, growth, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
As of late, I don't know whether I'm coming or going.
I try to remain positive and keep my head above water.
But I feel like I'm sinking and on the verge of drowning.
I feel like a robot programmed to things that are not so.
Like I'm in a heavy fog that's surrounded by darkness.
My ink spilled may sound sad but this is therapeutic for me.
I believe in the bright side even if I can't feel it, I believe in hope
even when things look bleak; if I stop thinking positive I am doomed.
If I do things that are positive they will eventually reach my heart.
I say words of affirmation to myself until I can believe it.
I plant seeds of positivity in my inner soil until they bloom.
A healthy mind and a healthy spirit are a must in these trying times.
I know I'm beautiful when I don't feel that I am beautiful.
If I feel that I am worthless does that mean I'm worthless?
On the contrary, I must say ( confess) what I am until my feelings
match up or are in line with what I know; I know this to be true.
I feel much better than when I first started writing this verse.
Alexis Y.
02/16/2022
Categories:
on the contrary, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
No person is too small for God’s attention
God the Father is able to do anything, anytime, anywhere
A few bad chapters do not mean your story is over
On the contrary, the glory awaits you
Any failure can hail a more determined individual
So don’t give up
It’s time to Get Up
The day will come
When you will erupt with joy again!
Promise, Problem, Provision
The day will come
When you will erupt with joy again!
Promise, Problem, Provision
Get Up because a few bad chapters do not mean your story is over
No person is too small for God’s attention
God the Father is able to do anything, anytime, anywhere
Categories:
on the contrary, jesus,
Form:
Free verse
Sunset
I saw the, the vernal cosmic times of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the solstice on the contrary
Now immature is just the things that are thorn
To get me wondering if the solstice is wintry
Sunset
A moonlit, however tries it’s hard,
Will always be quiet, never to deny this
Never forget the soundless and dreamy moonlit shard
Moon rise (all dies)
Candlelight is lovely lit
Lovely light is the candle stick
Never forget the slick and foxy candlelight wick
Sunset
Oh! Horizon lay down on the land
Allow the sun to wink its eyes
Blinking and winking across the purple skies
Wake up fleeting breeze allow me
To awaken myself, as the sun rises and moon sets
Sunset
I’m alive in the arms of My God
5/16/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Categories:
on the contrary, analogy, appreciation, sunset,
Form:
Free verse
Too much hope- on the contrary, there could never be enough:
because life holds me captive to these heartbeats;
the ones that gently sigh "I need this"
Yes- everything depends on you
Here I am waiting patiently, for my next breath
because it is you,
that I am seeking . .
to ease this sweet ache hidden deep inside of me
______________
~ every heart-beat needs you ~
* just a little scribble *
Categories:
on the contrary, emotions, longing, love,
Form:
Rhyme
The tempest in a teapot,
sits there as it may,
though it bothers none,
that is bothersome,
though bother surely begot.
The tempest in a teapot,
sits there and bestilled,
control the free will,
is absolute nil,
but left alone it was naught.
A cluster of clucking hens,
tempts teapot defends,
foxes from their dens,
rounds bout like loose ends,
This court teapot it depends.
So tempest in a teapot,
neither cold nor hot,
what does one use you,
if you are naught true,
teapot through and through, begot.
Still answers naught my teapot,
... teapot you are naught,
on the contrary,
my temporary,
tempest through and through begot,
From over here, my teapot,
you can see better,
they call themselves stars,
from right where you are,
stars, and you--teapot you're naught.
Diamond high up in the sky
shines bright, naught know why,
craft gift, can't deny,
nor jinx goes awry
this conundrum, our black eye.
So tempest then, here again,
why do you remain,
you chose naught to leave,
nor opts just to be,
a tempest, teapot, but vain.
I am that I am, and I
know who I am, --(speak)
my abilities ...,
--(go on, we're listening,)
chaos and mayhem, ... my friend!
Oh, tempest in a teapot,
whate'er do you mean?
[Tempest speaks to those in shadows] You in shadiness ...,
INSTINCTS digresses?
[background howling chaos caused clucking mayhem]
*DEVOIR, --tempest in teapot.
*DEVOIR: performance of one's duty
Categories:
on the contrary, allusion, analogy, appreciation, parody,
Form:
Grook
Bones
We have 206 bones in our skeletal system
Far too many to completely list ‘em
But here are a few for your edification
In case you missed ‘em in your education
Tibia, fibia, femur, and sternum
Are four of the larger if you’d care to learn ‘em
But malleus, incus and stapes I fear
Are the smallest you have, so they fit in your ear
You have a funny bone called the “humerous”
You’ve only got two, so they aren’t very numerous
Your ribs, on the contrary number twenty-four
Adam gave one away, still he had plenty more
Enclosing your brain is the hardest bone you’ve got
Known as the “Cranium” more often than not
And “Mandible” is the medical name for “Jaw”
You rely on it mostly when it’s time to gnaw
Your phalanges are your fingers and toes
Both may be places where a ring goes
And down around your knees are your patellas
You scraped them a lot when you were young fellas
Your vertebrae make up your spine; you’ve got ‘em
Cervical, thoracic, and lumbar near your bottom
They’re separated by small discs in between
But should one slip, the pain can be mean
Of course, there are others that are well-known
Like the radius, ulna, and coccyx bone
Sit them all down in a comfortable seat
And at a fancy restaurant, say “Bone Appetit!”
Categories:
on the contrary, education, funny, humorous, light,
Form:
Rhyme
the weak, they fall in silence on the way
they're wounded by the words that people say
the strong, they keep on marching night and day
and for the fallen, they don't stop to pray
the Darwin theory plays in social life
survival of the fittest in the strife
The strong, they maim and then run off in glee
A branch struck down from their familial tree
Community, a fable, sweet to share
but fable nonetheless, so few can care
If one is, hurt the body, it must bleed*
But it goes on, dismembered by the deed
There is no honor in demeaning talk
The walk of shame, the path they will not walk
Eileen Manassian
I come from a shame and honor society....a person's good name is more important to him/her than fortune or fame. So few know the meaning of true honor....The Bible comes from this region of the world...
Proverbs 12: 1 & 2-
A good name is more desirable than great riches;
to be esteemed is better than silver or gold.
New International Version (NIV)
Matthew 12: 36- But I tell you that everyone will have to give account on the day of judgment for every empty word they have spoken.
Empty words...Jesus says that if you call your brother stupid....you are in danger of hell fire....Something to think about....
Matthew 5:22 But I tell you that anyone who is angry with a brother or sister will be subject to judgment. Again, anyone who says to a brother or sister, ‘Raca,’ is answerable to the court. And anyone who says, ‘You fool!’ will be in danger of the fire of hell.
*In I Corinthians 12, Paul uses the analogy of the body to depict the community spirit that believers should have:
22 On the contrary, the parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable, 23 and on those parts of the body that we think less honorable we bestow the greater honor......that there may be no division in the body, but that the members may have the same care for one another. 26 If one member suffers, all suffer together; if one member is honored, all rejoice together.
Categories:
on the contrary, community,
Form:
Sonnet
Let us sit together
And let me dwell in your mist
And I will tell you a story
About city life versus rural life.
Now, the city has been known to be a place of lights
But many have discovered many fights
And a violation of a list of human rights.
It is a place where so many people you meet
But people barely stand to properly greet
And will often look down at your feet.
-For this is a place one has to fight very hard to be heard,
To be respected and to get ahead.
You will further be told about finding so much gold
Though one soon learns that they grow old
Before you can see it or at least hold.
It is also said to be a place of opportunity
Where one has to reach the possibility
To showcase their innate capability.
A place where you can reach for one's dream
But have to really always scream
To get hold of your cream.
Besides the frustration of daily traffic always bustling
You will in some ways be introduced to the game of hustling
If not being lured into the activity of gambling.
-This is because while fighting to be heard and ahead,
you have to compromise your sense of morality to get what you want.
The city has clusters of buildings so high to tower
And various people on the mission of gaining power
With the innocent and poor getting driven lower.
In the city, it is said that there is a lot of honey
Where you can either make lots of money
Or end up being called a donkey.
Many get attracted to the city's glitz and glamour
But then one learns that you have to do a certain favour
In order to keep up this fervour.
-On the contrary on the streets you see more beggars
And hawkers begging for cents.
When you are in the city it is vital to stay awake
And you will notice that most things are fake
And be sure to make no mistake.
-In the market you have a choice of buying organic vs non- GMO fruits or vegetables.
Whether to buy hundred percent hair products, make-up or household produces.
Along the way things remain the same
Very important not to forget your name
You just need to keep up with the game
Of being humble and tame
In order to win the fame.
-Now, one soon learns that they actually
Yearn for the peace and reality
Of rural countryside life.
Categories:
on the contrary, city, class, community, journey,
Form:
Ballad
Sometimes I write as if I'm an expert
When it comes to the subject of love
On the contrary, no one is an expert on love
Every encounter is like our very first
We are so afraid to stumble that we do stumble
We stumble over our words
We stumble trying to do all those romantic things
That all our lives we're programmed to do
But somehow it never quite works out as planned
As to what we envision love to be
No, I'm certainly no expert but I'll keep trying
That being said, the joys of love
Whether simple or complex far outweigh
Any lack of finesse that we might have
So do your own thing, there's no failing grade
Be creative in the art of making love!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
on the contrary, love,
Form:
Narrative