Best Perceptibly Poems
We were vibrant once
but it seems the sun has taken it's toll
Slowly wrinkles and cracks have appeared
Our once glowing skin has perceptibly faded
I am now a fan of the moon
It allows us to maintain the illusion of youth
I prefer it's more subtle glow
as it washes over our bodies
Passion is our elixir
For our spirits have not faded
Our desire is the fountain of youth
You my forever bride
make this man thankful
for each and every time
you leave me breathless
Dredging up scuttled dreams you'd once let go;
stirs up muddy waters laced with regret.
And at times, time seems perceptibly slow,
pausing on the things you want to forget.
Memories, lacking both substance and weight,
can't control the emotions they release.
And when deceit sets the course of your fate,
tears of loneliness will only increase.
Fate pays little attention to your cries
as anxieties increase, that is plain.
And so, you look for ways to compromise
while crying eyes spill the tears they contain.
You dismiss defeat with an angry heart,
for love's a miracle gleaned from the soul.
And though trust's foundation was torn apart,
hope gathers the pieces and makes them whole.
Initiating change is always hard,
and you hesitate to seek love again.
Yet forsaking your dreams without regard;
will inevitably bring you more pain.
She has the hair and smile
And your eyes oh so blue
but the person I see
She has ceased to be you
The flickers of memory
cause my mind to bend
I wish you were here
so I play at pretend
The essence of you
slowly slipped from my grasp
It happened perceptibly
with barely a gasp
One moment I held you
I could feel your embrace
When I uttered your name
you knew you were Grace
Then in an instant
recognition disappeared
We knew this would happen
the dreaded moment we feared
So when I now visit
this shell that remains
I can still feel your pleasure
flowing through my veins
Thankfully we’ve both said
all the words that matter
I know you’ve already traveled
to your happily ever after.
The majesty of a magenta sky
fades perceptibly before my eyes
Can it not be bottled before it dies
Sigh ~ back to catching fireflies
Author Note: A poem in memory of the dreaded ACT, FCAT, SAT, and other Academic Testing
Standards.
Wrapped in a web of preconceived deceit,
cornered by the sound of their retreat
that echo’s throughout the halls
as they silently scream
in the throes of their defeat,
lost in hopelessness,
perceptibly stressed,
feeling the heat,
intensity visible in tightly clenched teeth,
they would never admit they were beat
determined to accomplish this hated feat,
their ebb of lifeblood bittersweet,
as slowly,
then rapidly,
panic spreads into the street,
to dissipate quickly as they form and debate,
the standardized test that will decide their fate
The corridor is darkly invasive
usurpation knows not where it steers,
my nightgown caught on wildfire,
ending was indubitably a flimsy inferno
dreaming phantasma went up in smoke
i was flying naked in my captured head,
blissfully feverish in comfortable suffering
chose not to wake as you prickled slumber,
whilst functionally violaceous pain screamed
taking flight to swap business dealings
i could have opted out, your gray reluctantly
presented within Pandora's key predicament,
contracts were sealed, sensed a lethal attraction
twisted mid your tongue tied transactional eyes,
you presented an untimely shiny gem,
was hungry for anybody with a flaw
we cozied up on a nonchalant sofa
underneath blankets of complexity,
shared a hot cuppa mocha java delusion
spiked with combustible confusion,
dripping havoc like beaten egg whites on crack
handed over lockbox to a transfixed universe
awoken to find the bomb had dropped,
missed wily antagonism & landed pon converted uppers
heeded being so high up amid gallerias' artfulness
titanic nightmare sank beneath three hours indifference,
the machine was out of order, swallowed another pill
spellbound hot air balloon was carried away for safekeeping,
all that was perceptibly audible were familiar Pink tracks on twisted breezes
'shine on you crazy diamond'
'Sorta delusional dreaming...'
You are now an outsider
No longer part of the mechanism
Not needed, surplus to requirement, redundant
Your mind slowly blunting at the bottom of the bottom drawer of life
The eyes of others betray derision and contempt
Fearful of catching your disease
Keeping a distance, loathing your weakness and inability
A moment of pseudo sympathy and they’re gone, you’re of no further use to them
Every rejection is an undeniable confirmation of your failure
Affirmation is everywhere; you just never saw it before now
Self-confidence, ground down with every counter-opinion to yours
Your worth is worthless and your prospects worth less than that
Pride declines charity yet you wish they’d persist
Dismissal and a cynical laugh is your antidote to their wise advice
Don’t you think I have thought of that? Or tried this? You say
Embarrassment at your own ineptitude has become hostility
Your child's face is a gallery of unconscious naivety
You draw her in close, a surrogate for decent food and warmth
Inwardly you cry for her and, perhaps, more for you at your inability to provide
You’re not sure how or when it will end but certainly...it will end
Slowly, yet quite perceptibly, you have become the person you once scorned
You now comprehend the reason for their shabby appearance
You realise that hesitance isn’t stupidity but a fear of making a wrong impression
You can now walk a mile in another man’s shoes…until they wear out
Aeolus God and Ruler of the Wind
Summoned Aura and surveying her grinned
Then proceeded to whisper in her ear
Brought shocked expression, a falling tear
"Please do not pursue the Aurai nymphs"
Whose replicas were on all column plinths
Aeolus struck his staff on marble floor
Ordering her acquiescence through the door
Notus the Southern and Zephyrus West Wind
Both held aloft the reasoning gold string
A murmur bubbled up across the room
As Borus held Aura in a swoon
His chilly North Wind and wintry embrace
Soon revived Aura to her lifelike grace
Urged "Go to your nymphs, divine Aura breeze"
"It is useless to argue or make pleas"
Doe-eyed she surveyed all attendants there
No others showed concern she was aware
Except the Winds who were her only friends
Ominous forebodings brought dire portends
For he who sought them to trap and entice
The Aurai nymphs debt was to be paid thrice
Aura took herself away from there
Praying for insight as she plaited her hair
The sad nymphs found her, as they often did
As one tidied her plaits and then redid
They all knew perceptibly the dire news
That Aeolus wished their powers to use
Aura decided without any doubt
His wicked order she would therefore flout
So then with her nymphs she fled the King's Realm
Each with saddened hearts to overwhelm
For sometimes you may feel them touch your cheek
Or in their terror rise to wail and shriek
So with Aura they curled, swirled and whirled
To try seek refuge in the human world
Dated: 12/13/14
Some feel that Bible verse conclusively
Describes all life explained through liturgy.
Some feel that evolution holds the key
With science leading forth explicitly.
Positions juxtaposed perceptibly:
A purist view of Life's conformaties -
A prescient view of Life's complexities -
Could one more view assuage disparities?
What do papyrus texts in fact convey?
And, what does nature's yield expressly say?
Somewhere between these two compelling sides
The letter and the spirit both reside.
We take from texts enough to salve our minds,
And then from nature context-laden signs,
With each constrained by factors of its lot.
Questions for both - what is and what is not?
Yet, could these sides assemble what should be -
A pair of constancies through which we see
Two halves converging as to form the whole
Reach toward a common line that's not a goal?
This dictum for another day, but now
Enough for both conjointly to endow
A symbiotic sense of harmony
And hope - if our thoughts are inclined to be.
In epic self-loathing
I let the phone ring, knowing
how you interpret silence
but hope for a psychic storm to send
respect from a thoughtless martyr across
30 miles of invisible space.
This contradiction believes
in hope but bears none;
thought doing right by you was
as simple as words (spoken,
perhaps, in haste but not insincerity)
when every step forward was
impulsive, marred by guilt
for a twice-lost picture of a life
I never really lived.
Flawed, perceptibly,
and unable to believe that
there is grace in weakness
when it stays my feet in time
as you move...
Dreamscape.
Soft mottled mists thickly swirl in the night,
Blanketed dreamscape composed in my mind,
Drifting unknowing towards some veiled site,
Through perceptibly thinning ethereal blind,
A tableau appearing by unconscious design,
As silvery grey wisps dissipate to reveal,
You, wreathed in light and moonshine,
Each detailed rendition so perfectly real,
My heart almost bursts with the love that I feel,
Reposed as in sleep, your silky blonde hair,
Flows over your face, memories warm with appeal,
Aglow my soul misses your beauty so fair.
Hand trembling, breath stilled, heart beats a pace,
As I part your soft hair to a skeletons face.
12/09/2016
None knows when the wind will blow
Toward which direction, - fair protection or foul destruction
Ushering the dove or an owl, no premonition
Every step in life is toward a cake or a knife
Very seldom both together and rife
Wherever there is pressure on the equator I am warm and then hot
Gather upward vigour in full rigour, higher and higher
You are at poles, bulky and cold
Acquire rush and perceptibly occurs the brush
Out of the crush the storm arose disintegrating the rose
You are quenched, no more clenched,
Balance brought back begin to be bored
The trigger is never much behind for eternally restless is wind
Now at high and then low
Sometime you harvest sometime sow
There life goes off, here they glow
Wind moves on to and fro
From your poles to my equator
The rhyme creator
Also the terminator
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March 22, 2016
Looking outside, I see plenty of snow;
for everything has been dusted in white,
while time itself runs perceptibly slow.
Yet icicles sparkling in the sunlight,
can morph into a splendiferous sight.
My breath frosts, for the air is crisp and cold,
while the trees get glazed in layers of ice;
creating a wonderland to behold.
Winter levies an exorbitant price:
while enticing, it's anything but nice.
Autumn colors have faded, and all's bland,
for there are no more sweet songbirds to sing:
they've all migrated to a warmer land.
And my heart pines for the first days of Spring;
while a cold Winter continues to cling.
I miss the trees with canopies of green,
along with the fragrant flowers in bloom,
and babbling brooks, picturesque and serene.
I prefer Spring's warmth over Winter's gloom:
but that's just me; I don't mean to presume.
The smile vanished from the yellow orb, angry clouds swoop in
Gentle waters drift to shore no more, as white-capped waves storm in
Birds flee south; animals take cover; my will perceptibly weakens
Soft breezes carry knives inside; fence-gates ajar and creaking
Cabanas shuttered, boarded up; hardy anglers sense defeat
Autumnal gales blow full force... Summer's shamed, full-fledged retreat
Februry 17, 2019
Entry in "Reflect that Emotion" Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
The body ages perceptibly
~ the mind flexes receptively