Best Opacity Poems
“LIKE A MADMAN THINKS HE'S GOD, WE THINK WE'RE MORTAL”. Delaland, Speech on Shadows
Transparency is the key to the social harmony. Transparent people pass through each other like light through water. No one blocks out the sunshine, no one bars the way, no one stands in line in front of the other. The content of pockets, stomachs and minds are all in plain view. Mutual permeability, politeness, indifference. The see through popeyed souls, as sleepy as fish in an aquarium, come alive only at the sight of you, poet. You're opaque and therefore dangerous. You're a poet and therefore guilty. Alas, there is nothing more impenetrable than the walls in a transparent prison. But soon, from the height of your scaffold, you will see the world as opaque as you that awaits you on the other side of life.
get him grab his legs
hold him down I'll chop it off…
where'd you go poet
Dedicated to Cincinnatus C., the protagonist of the novel "Invitation to a Beheading" by Vladimir Nabokov
21.11.2019
Opaque Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin
Miserable is life on earth.
Drab to the life we use to enjoy.
We see sun dancing above, but the brightness only bleaks our persona.
It is a beautiful day outside yet our minds are not alive.
Desperate we seek for remedies not known as
we question the effects shown.
We may not see the opaquer side, but we are on a quest for insight.
Yet, the deeper we search the more dismal are our lives.
For salvation of what we know, our souls must demand a release.
We must find a way to embrace each other to make ends meet.
If we are not part of structure, our life will remain dreary.
Not anyone can be an emergence of spirit without a reason to be contented.
The reformation of government is imperative.
It informs our lives that we are the greatest intelligence.
That we are of segmentation and variations.
That our cultures expand to another’s individuality.
We must communicate on all levels to understand.
If we cannot define our purpose, we will for sure become extinct.
Mentality is a way of thinking.
Our identity will be lost without a frame of meaning.
Joy comes by night and arrives during daylight.
It forms from transgression of the plight we fight.
When sunset, we anticipate our accomplishments, and
may we find our engagements were fulfilled.
Our mindset has overcome the quandary.
And, our natures are cohesively involved.
Our country has formed super vision beyond tomorrow.
Plus, our determination is executed and we are inner cores.
Life on earth is our fortitude.
Endurance that we are within.
With grit and courage, our tenacity will be seen.
Our framework is edifice transparency.
This is where limpidity overwhelms opacity!
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Written January 8, 2016!
Beyond opacity of clouds blanketing vast firmament
glowing solar rays expose their celestial commitment
valiantly warming the Earth with bright engagement…
…struggling to prevail in the Tropics over weather that’s inclement.
Reigning sun’s blissful iridescence
vanquishes typhoon-attacks against prediction license
while grace of God* abounds along blessings’ presence…
…wondrously revealing manifold harvests upon great toil’s incense.
Hovering over dense canopy of azure sky
sun power rejuvenates trekkers climbing high
likewise delights children in their kite-fly…
… and prompts me to bid good bye to slothfulness’ sigh.
*1Corinthians 1:4 I thank my God always … for the grace of God which is given … by Jesus Christ.
October 29, 2019
Edited on November 23, 2019
Honorable Mention, "STRAND SPECIAL 10..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/27/2019.
A-s
R-ainbow
L-ets
Y-our
N-egativity
M-ake
E-xit
N-o
A-ssurance
R-etreats
D-espite
O-pacity
Topic: Birthday of Arlyn D. Menardo (May 21)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
The mirror poses
with a strangers heart,
gazing in accusation,
Nameless.
Faceless.
An incarnation of pain
possessing the body,
And yet —
I reach.
For that obsidian glaze.
For the opacity that hides your face.
For a remnant of strength.
For salvation.
For something that still remembers my name.
In tight embrace of time
I live life of compulsion
Not of choice
I have to go, forever
Whatever I do, good or bad
Odd, but strict is the order
Is Nature absurd and brutal?
There may be some wisdom
Not intelligible to me
Because I love myself
Is it wrong if I want to live?
Uncertain moments
Imbued with perpetual peril
Do not make sense
I cannot go beyond
Weaving thoughts and concerns
A sterile exercise
In the realm of secret rule
Of the unknown, full of
Opacity and ordination
So, I bow before the inevitable