Best Perturb Poems
I toss the coin anxiously
For both sides perturb and dazzle me…
The first side, well, it is a beauty to say the least
It is clear, crisp, like fresh pages of a favorite book
Peace offers a stronghold in its rhythmic and quiet composure
It is unassuming in all that it is…it is truth, with open arms
Like droplets of rain against my neck,
It is refreshing to caress its cooling pages,
Best of all, it heals when I choose to feel it and live it…
This side is strong, and often shames my desire for the other…
The other side, I gaze upon it often, its presence so shocking
I often doubt it even exists as much as I sense in my life
Then I remember that it surrounds me,
A universe of glow aching to crawl into my night
Wishing to embrace me, so it may reveal its secrets to me
I am drawn to its perplexity, its grand design…
Its fiery resilience silences my prayers to puddles of pleasure
It is a hard-heated side becrossing all sides… stopping all resistance…
I toss the coin high, mindful of its landing,
Though as it does it spins furiously upon my heart and mind,
Caught in the blurry winds of dissonance and rivalry
How distressing it is to see them collide together in all that they are…
For I want them both to win…I want them both desperately
But only one side will dominate in the end
And only I know who will win,
As I set this silent war of hypocrisy
Free…
Free into the stars, where that unknown wisdom will be revealed in future days
I had to set it free…
For there are still other sides we must struggle to let go of
Touched by so many hands before us…
We must choose the side to say goodbye to
As we fight to focus our fleeting attention
Upon the one and only side that will touch the face of Providence
-For Justin Bordner's "What is Your Hypocrisy?" Contest -
The caricature of a gentleman, nameless, scorned,
The infamous savage of the famous street was wobbling:
Scruffy, shaggy, ruffed beared, tousled haired,
Disheveled,
there went the odious appearance, bumbling.
Soubriquet: lunatic, fierce, rowdy with murky torn clothes,
Was sitting stigmatic with grubby means,
Was teased and thrown stones,
To drive away from the decorous street!
He was spotted pitied with meagre chuck,
While feeding a destitute;
Taunting and sneering didn't perturb him,
Gave his share simpering, only to be starved!
The antithesis of savage, the man of the hour,
Silently paved his way then, bare footed tottering,
To be again the savage of the decorous street!
Help me smother this irritation ~ with lines and punctuations ~
Feed me pronouns ~ to drown incompetent sounds ~
Nouns to block inevitable frowns ~ verbs to calm nerves ~
Synonyms to perpetuate and penetrate minds ~ antonyms to reiterate in rhyme~
Give me a vocabulary of words to express my perturb ~ why must people be so absurd
Lay
And then she said to me,
“Just keep yourself in mind as well. That’s all I ask…”
And I felt the shards of pain in her soundless voice, though it was your grave’s soul speaking
I wanted to embrace her for that eternal kiss of advice,
Had I done so, I would never leave her side…
Still my dear, I must go, to see more of this world
To be there for my dear angel despairing
In our heartfelt goodbyes, you well know my mind and heart are with you
Love, I must be free now
There awaits an untouched land to gaze and walk upon
A new hand to touch and hold on to
A purpose for my words I hold fast
And please… please don’t say you have fallen for me!
For I am tragedy, chaos, a never-ending pit
Please don’t go down that road- think nothing of it!
As she pleads to me…
Don’t go…don’t go
I’ll miss you…I care for you…I love you…
And my eyes close in that frustrated pause of what may happen
Cringing at the thought of losing that warmth of your cling
I cannot bear to hurt you dearest one…
Yet I cannot bear to stay
Because if I turn once again to you,
I will never see the beauty beyond us both
And this, with your sacrificial tears, I simply cannot bear!
Do not say so loud that you love me,
I cannot bear to hear those words from your heavenly mouth
They both sooth me and perturb me
Can’t you see…why I must never let you have me?
In many of those excruciating pauses,
There were times that I begged for you to love me
Searching every detail out, every crack appearing on your trembling flesh
But when I saw the gaping hole that made up my closest friend,
When it finally sunk in that your heart was crying for me,
And me only,
I remember whispering to myself, though directed at your soul,
Love me when the light dims
Be selfless when you must let me go
I will write you poetry when I feel your heart sobbing
And the laughter we have long shared will kiss your thrones of despair
You will always be a deep, warm part of me
A heart so jovial in outer layers, but tender in its beautiful core
I will sweep my wings over you, dearest
Singing and dancing around bittersweet chords
For in between the rests of passion
There is vast beauty beyond us
“Keep yourself in mind as well”
Though your heart trembled from the pangs of unsaid truths,
That’s all you asked…
At early dawn, the view’s superb.
Sat upon my bed scrolling thru
My phone’s pictures, I got perturb.
Your brightest smile widespread imbue,
On obituary reverb.
Life seldom gives joy alone too,
So I’ll cherish your life reverb.
With tears of peace, I will construe,
Your gallant life acclaim the verb
Of possibility pursue,
Peace of divinity superb,
Giving hope in painful adieu.
SNOW BIRD
In the dead of winter comes great beauty,
with broody storms and the elegant snow.
The hoarfrost spears hang icy and fluty,
like aliens in guise as they stretch and grow.
Crisp raw are the branches rasping the sky,
as wind comes in a bluster to disturb.
The shadow creatures den under the sigh,
from the deadweight of snow they perturb.
The beauty is sparse and simply at peace,
a waltz in winter that comes on the fly.
The white blizzard storm, we know it will cease,
stopped by the echo of red bird’s soft cry.
Ruby in starlight with ice on his wing,
red bird dreams of Sun and the thaw in spring.
December 5th, 2019
Your Best Sonnet July-December, 2019 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
"The velvet veins running through my deep-coloured wings sing blues, remembering the non-existent maple memories, lighting up my heart's frosty rays."
~ Deepali Singhvi
The soft folds of velvet enclose
her slim body as she ambles
across the woods in tearful throes;
Wrapped in velvet, on she rambles
in whispers of ache that perturb
her feelings that are in shambles;
Her saunter's like a healing herb
that relieves her from her sorrow,
Here, there's no one else to disturb;
She follows a path that's narrow,
sits beside a well-worn headstone,
cries as if there is no morrow;
Slowly, she sighs sitting alone,
Unlocks a velvet box and takes
a black velvet rose to bemoan;
Places it there, her body shakes
with deep anguish for whom she lost,
"I'll love you always", her voice breaks;
Walking back, she's like velvet frost,
Wishing their love were not star-crossed.
Demitrios the golden Spartan captain sets sail for Italy
against the western wind; he will certainly mourn Piraeus,
and with sorrow-striken eyes, he'll invoke Poseidon.
Then he'll depart carrying the long hunting horn.
The small vessel will hold out and he won't fear waves,
but he laughs at Ares--who despises all kinds of irony.
Occasional gusts soothe the skin on his noble face,
unwrinkled and unrugged. Spring water should
quench his dry tongue; it's too warm and tasteless.
Stored in a huge amphora which depicts faces
of gods and warriors engaged in warfare,
it has the same warmth of the sweat that drips
from his hot forehead that has turned red.
Ahead, wisps of fog arise--an imagery whale.
Beyond there are perils and certain delights;
thoughts of danger will perturb him, thoughts
of discovery will enthrall him. He will be experiencing
them on his voyage--what he desires is smooth sailing.
He has heard of sirens and cyclops,
of fertile valleys and fields of yellow wheat;
of buffalos that roam, of goats and sheep that bleat.
How amazed he will be to find rocks
to build the New City*on that pristine shore--
he will declare his Queen sitting in the marble throne!
Demitrios the golden Spartan captain sets sail for Italy
to escape Achille's curse; he refuses to hide in the wooden horse,
he will never return to Greece. Athens and Sparta will not fight
with swords and arrows; their grand plan is to win war by deceit.
Cleverness will defeat the Trojans. Only Helena foresees the worse;
they don't heed her words--Troy will fall to the enemy.
* The New City: Neapolis ( Naples ).
I make this detection
upon introspection
of the woodblock inside me named soul
I'm sightless to beauty
on par with a cootie
or, moreover, an underground mole
I distinguish not burdock
from daisy nor hollyhock
a flower is a flower; just that
in all shades and shapes
their splendor escapes
their fragrance akin to rat
For music I've no ear
from hip-hop to austere
discordant cacophonies at best
hush is harmonic;
uncluttered by sonic
my woodblock is calm and at rest
Plaintive prose
gets right up my nose
and further if wordily verbose;
I don't mean to knock
but it's all poppycock
and frankly it's inclined to perturb us.
I have more to relate
let me share my pet hate
'tis birdsong, a misnomer of speech
birds scream and shriek
they squeal and they squeak
a maddening medley of screech
The Jackal's line of demarcation ye souls' furlough for interim...
Today, cockcrows perturb in a gala thrice for thee quiescent stay,
God's Park of Ephemera, sashays the daggled the minder harks,
a chest not in to rest, of dais edicts, cudgels so contagious;
haughty wheels peddle rashly between two havocked hearts,
foisting wintry fobs of progeny pleating to let pigeons exeunt,
if bedlam trotting by pothers ye, the cob, yet calmly sings,
"Fare-thee-well, Oh snowflake in dwindle, hallow me next spring,
via crepuscules, cleaved like vacant aulas crescendo conveyance,
wholly abutting city lights, this chimney calling cannot sight!"
Jolly pedestrians twinge at our capitol! Touring a mindful chance,
Ample of verve, knowing mortuary amblers must get their fight!
"Fountains, thawing ye? Janitor, what does the blind really see?"
tryst squelch time, squirm squander squalors n' ante antiquated feet,
Jocund or beh£s belief! Ye! Behind bellicose belletrists by beggars!
When baubles full-fledged, hast consummated thee to hobnob no more,
jongleur sloshed anchors on mimes bare laid laic stoolie, loupe aims,
Headmost, request lasting breaths above broadcasting fortune n' fame,
Then fated fires the Sniper jostles from home to goad n' prod,
Ye kindred stanchion and I, skimmed, the sunset even with me...
To turn my back against this circle of smog.
To walk away from it all in a silent fog.
Like the frog, difficult to perturb and concentrated in a task; I leave town.
never mind the chain, the train, T.V., ., . The race, your face, our products , or society; just endless kinhin ; over and past streets is beyond the water.
Past the homeless is with the homeless. Damn an inflection, invention of ease. The most important part of me is now at peace.
Maybe I won't have a child, but how much better that I'm finally returned to the wild?
Not looking for anything, at anything, just a part of everything.
I know it's a dream, wake to dream it up again.
My ache licks like a furnace, Silent Spark
For you have further prolonged my patience;
Building on the weak to perturb the dark,
To surrender selfish sense of silence;
Your silence, an incision to the heart,
Angers that which disappears out of sight,
That mocks life, to its desolate ill part;
Cowers me out, so far-sight may ignite.
Bright am I now, lost into void and woe,
A panic fire orb which hath poured;
My speech and my prudence still lacketh flow,
Blackened from all heat sorely abhorred
Oh, I do light thee well as I may try
For you I burn on, till the day I die
A friend like you is not just an ordinary friend.
A friend like you is a friend to cherish.
A friend like you is a precious gift from God.
A friend like you is amazing, indeed wonderful.
You are a true friend, you are worth integrity.
Through over-turning seas we clung to each other.
Through raging storms we stumbled and staggered together.
You helped me against dreadful tempests, you helped me turn
my mountainous impediments into plains.
O' a true friend indeed! A friend like you is unbelievable.
You were always there when I was engulfed in a deep sea of melancholy.
We shared laughters, we shared cries and we shared thoughts.
Yes we fought, we had randoms of disparate thoughts, days and even weeks passed without a word merely a cat's look.
Oh! what else could friends do?
The walls of our friendship will never collapse.
The walls of our friendship are tightened by integrity, happiness, discipline and affection. Humongous mountains, long rivers, yes even wide oceans may separate us, but it is indeed an everlasting friendship.
Nothing can part it, even Satan himself. Our powerful walls will only be shattered by Death. Oh no! it is His insatiable plea to perturb the spirit.
A friend like you is a friend to trust.
A friend like you is a friend to protect.
Flames raged betwixt us but
we've become like brothers over time.
We've become friends of soul and flesh, like bones and flesh.
A friend like you is worth gratitude.
You've been my second should when I was weak.
I will cast away the bittersweet memories,
but never will I banish those of good times.
Is this a definition of a friendship? Banish such thoughts
for this is a special thank to a friend like you.
To you special friend.
The sun falls behind the shadowed mountain turning the night blind
leaving behind a thieving ghostly lune moon and wandering mind.
A courtyard with tables all around lovers listen
to music and drinking wine as the breaking sea waves glisten.
Sounds of scary growls are heard. From out of the darkness large creatures
covered in glowing long green hair and fiery eyes, evil creeper features
tramp towards the people biting them with their gleaming white fangs
sending some to the grim reaper. Sounds of loud exploding bangs
wakes me up trembling. Outside my window the garbage truck is crawling
along the street stopping as a man jumps off not falling,
lifting emptying trash cans and replacing them back onto the curb.
It tries to do its best not to disturb, but the sounds fail to perturb.
9/28/2018
"Here Lies-----
Rotting to the thrill of doom
Seized by Cold Death
And Buried face-down."
-Inscription on Tombstone-
"Decaying to the drips of chilled nature
And discontented by the state of my casket-
For it had so suddenly begun to decompose-
and by such nature my pathos be exposed-
That scraping sound seized my attention
And for once I deemed my hearing amplified
To the vile exploits of cemetery maggots-
For these fervid beasts are as fateful as Death.
Then I thought: "Here they come alas!
To waste to putrefaction my soulless mass
By their lethal kisses and passive seductions-
Slimy monsters who yet perturb nature's ruling.
Then I perceived violent falls,
Vibrations from quakes aloft
That for certainty's cursed sake
I hushed to but discern if
The unruly devil had come at last."
(unfinished)