Best Pos Poems
I realize limitation
Is an illusion.
My destiny is without
Boundary.
Looking,
Beyond death. Beyond the periphery
Eternal Incarceration
Cosmic chaos is cooking...
Infinite combinations
In infinite situations
Attuned yet unaware,
A universe of oppositions
Frequency and energy
Space, matter
A spiraling dichotomy.
an ascending epiphany.
11-27-14
PLEASE COMMENT!!
CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK, (pos. or neg.) CRITIQUES, OR ANY SUGGESTIONS
I also enjoy simple lists of words, descriptors of an abstract reaction
describe the feelings or ideas my poem invoked or left in feeling or thought.
Even on word. is better than none. Thank you
“the eyes of my eyes opened” as
the door when she came in, late
and embarrassed, click of a
shutter into “the ear of my ear” a
whispered ‘hi’ for a greeting
at the meeting, a reading.
she might be beautiful, had I
my glasses, seeing nothing
of a face or a flower, boughing to
sunlight, bowing to heaven
I see inward had I my glasses
I’d hear a thought that over
me wrought a heaven-bent word or
something more absurd.
“Abso-lute-ly & pos-i-tive-ly”
dead in the large-room
prison-with-a-view, had I
my glasses, everything’s new
in its monotony, “under me you so quite new”
I knew the world kicks up its dirt in my
I would have seen the lies, the dirt, the
heaven-bent word, her (quite new), had I
my glasses.
What's it sell.
Cheap answers, to deep questions
Hope for heaven, and fear of hell
Have morality forced, the mythology?
Divorced! Mob mentality, illegally coursed
Intoxicated fatality, humility, or worse.
An excuse, an explanation, recited, rehearsed.
All it takes is the right pathology
To corrupt the innocent ,
and deflower them first.
The old spider fly Analogy
Meets the old family curse.
end
~JRT July 9th, 2009
PLEASE COMMENT!!
CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK, (pos. or neg.) CRITIQUES, OR ANY SUGGESTIONS
I also enjoy simple lists of words, descriptors of an abstract reaction
describe the feelings or ideas my poem invoked or left in feeling or thought.
Even on word. is better than none. Thank you
Faint stillness of the night falls swiftly down
and masked raccoons now pillage darkest night.
Fluffed owls with sparkling eyes are flying free
and rabbits, gently moving, sniff the air...
The hounds - from hunter lost - do bay and whine!
Marked deer with spots or racks go pawing trails
and bear cubs ramble near a sparkling stream.
Uncommon moths blink near the lights outside
and possums scramble up the hillside earth.
Soft light of moon obscures the beauty there
and adds romance to this nocturnal scene.
Amid the forest’s trees of pine and oak,
these charms display the gift of God’s design!
Faint STILL-ness OF the NIGHT falls SWIFT-ly DOWN
and MASKED rac-COONS now PIL-lage DARK-est NIGHT
Fluffed OWLS with SPARK-ling EYES are FLY-ing FREE
and RAB-bits, GEN-tly MOV-ing, SNIFF the AIR
The HOUNDS, from HUN-ter LOST, do BAY and WHINE
Marked DEER with SPOTS or RACKS go PAW-ing TRAILS
and BEAR cubs RAM-ble NEAR a SPARK-ling STREAM
Un-COM-mon MOTHS blink NEAR the LIGHTS out-SIDE
and POS-sums SCRAM-bles UP the HILL-side EARTH
Soft LIGHT of MOON ob-SCURES the BEAU-ty THERE
And ADDS ro-MANCE to THIS noc-TURN-al SCENE
a-MID the FOR-est’s TREES of PINE and OAK
these CHARMS dis-PLAY the GIFT of GOD’S de-SIGN
©by Regina Riddle
Written on July 29, 2014
Re-written for contest on July 30, 2014
Re-written twice for contest on July 31, 2014 – with LOTS of help from
sponsor and much thanks to Roy Jerden
For: For Newer Poets: An Exercise in Iambic Pentameter - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Roy Jerden
I deliver newspapers at night on a rural route and see all of these nocturnal
creatures along my journey… the origins of the poem.
Destroyer ~ Poet
Contest Name any poem you posted this week
pos n neg sort out the egg,
the art of contemplating,
the other part, the one of neg,
it's been there since creation:)
define the neg,
reduce its size,
till for pos-itive it,
begs,
arrives,
self initiation,
comes alive,
and stands upon new legs.
thanks bl d-s. NEUTRAL
Don Johnson
bl devnath
re pos n neg...
your verse was instrumental,
the puppeter did well,
the fool was forced to produce,
the words of the short spell....
thanks babe...Don
Na im one day i carry my car commot for
house,
As i dey go na im i see one man dey shout.
'Stop there,stop there',he dey tell me,
Wetin concern me; i don go!
Na im wen i come dey come back
Na im kasala kon burst.
For morning,na only one man,
But now,you go think sey they import them.
Dey don block the road,
You go think sey na boko enter.
'MUS-317DM,stop!'; the same man shout,
'What's this?',for my mind i dey blow
grammer.
Na im the same man,show face.
Face wey be like prayer point.
You know how you dey pray for money na,
Na so the man dey shine face for me.
For my mind,'Allahu','Oh God',na
Im i dey talk.
Before i no am,the man don shadow me,
With kumo* before my glass.
'Ko ju ma ri bi gbogbo ara lo gun ee'
Na im i jejeli slow down for them.
'Where is your particular',the man dey shout,
As if sey,particular go do am.
I give im paritcular but he no gree,
Na then i no say 'to be a man is nor
enough'.
Na im i come start to beg,
The guy no gree oo,like sey we get beef.
Na later i come know wetin he want,
But seriously,i know get kpanyi for wallet.
My guy no believe oo,he even
Tell sey make i bring my A.T.M card,
If i no get cash for hand.
'Eeh!',na then i no sey the matter don red.
Wetin we dey talk?,he commot POS
From him pocket.
But,as omo agabandi,
I commot money give my 'padi padi'
Chai diaris God ooo.
c.2017
It's written in Nigerian Pidgin English.
after the sky drops.
The walking corpses come out
the veil of night masks
the decay
the rot
of humanity
Plague of the earth.
Found from the ashes
My phoenix we bled
Has she ever
thought love between
us, inside
her, filled up an empty bed.
No longer bereft,
somnolence
and love drowns my head.
Convalescent
Bemire emotion
I wash and rinse
what is left,
asking what we are
if no longer
dead?
Gold from lead.
The lifting sky
Our connubial affair.
The truths, I face,
we share,
She Said.
"when will it die?"
closing empty space
A diffident devotion
Within her embrace
a softly recited
poem unread
berceuse
tantric lullaby
healing the blighted
fading destiny to refuse
to claim or to lose.
An onus I malinger..
to choose.
Execration
of an inner fatalist
hopeless abuse.
Quantum entanglement
schismatic resentment
prepossessed
inspiring muse
of the alchemists
A bibulous creation
intimate turpitude.
sovereignty
asunder this hell
her orbit with abaddon.
Dissolution
her need to dispel
incertitude.
Inordinate.
Gravity well
collapsing in on itself
eternal
infinite
end
PLEASE COMMENT!!
CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK, (pos. or neg.) CRITIQUES, OR ANY SUGGESTIONS
I also enjoy simple lists of words, descriptors of an abstract reaction
describe the feelings or ideas my poem invoked or left in feeling or thought.
Even on word. is better than none. Thank you
Cornelia’s Red Vest
Cornelia Chipmunk wears a red vest
Without it she feels pos-i-tive-ly undressed
It has thirteen pockets and twenty-one zippers
And fastens in front with some Velcro-like grippers
These pockets can hold all kinds of odd things
Like shoelaces, pencils, and bright plastic rings,
Gum wrappers, pine cones, paper clips, too
Why, there’s nine fuzzy socks – 4 turquoise, 5 blue
Ribbons and nuts and bark from a tree
Some rocks, shiny buttons, a big purple pea.
She stacks them all up in the back of her nest
And goes to sleep thinking she loves her red vest.
Aunque tu no me ames yo siempre te amaré
aunque me desprecies yo siempre te quedré
y si llegas a irte lejos de mi yo te esperaré
pues aunque tu no lo sepas yo siempre te cuidaré
Se que la vida ha sido algo cruel contigo
que en el pasado por mi culpa has perdido amigos
y por mi nombre muchos reproches has conseguido
pero aun asi mi amor por ti yo siempre he retenido
Quizas piensas que caminar conmigo no valga la pena
y te gustaria hacer como antes enseñando media pierna
pero recuerda que para mi tu eres una reina
solo ven en pos de mi que querida niña tierna
Pues solo en mi encontraras la felicidad que necesitas
solo bajo las alas de mi amor podras secar esas lagrimitas
pues el dolor que ahora sientes nadien mas te lo quita
solo mi amor que por ti a diario aclama y grita.
happy to comply
denial of humanity
what kind of game do you play?
what kind of vehicle does it drive?
never will this disappoint
What will you find, is it toxic
or alive?
Will it fall short of expectations?
Nameless woman in my hands now dies
Timing is everything and she won’t help
The horse I ride never goes inside
It sprays and it poisons
And it wires me till the end of the ride.
end
PLEASE COMMENT!!
CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK, (pos. or neg.) CRITIQUES, OR ANY SUGGESTIONS
I also enjoy simple lists of words, descriptors of an abstract reaction
describe the feelings or ideas my poem invoked or left in feeling or thought.
Even on word. is better than none. Thank you
Ignominious consecrations - Arise.
Through tainted, synoptic eyes
With condescending erroneous lies
Despicable temptations - tease and denies
My nemesis creation,
insatiable appetites are no excuse
Rationalizations
A pernicious fight, senseless; a tightening noose
Ridiculous questions, insidious addictions
Perspectives; painful views of captive
Suicidal intentions
Dauntless drug-use & countless late nights
A senseless tightening noose
Abject & lost in the rinse
An insincere truth, a pernicious fight
Without sense, squandered youth
Enslaved without any rights.
END
PLEASE COMMENT!!
CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK, (pos. or neg.) CRITIQUES, OR ANY SUGGESTIONS
I also enjoy simple lists of words, descriptors of an abstract reaction
describe the feelings or ideas my poem invoked or left in feeling or thought.
Even on word. is better than none. Thank you
Besides our promise
brother in arms
incarcerate – divide us
mentally inside us
with us – in our company
killing time – they waste our lives
Poison our present – sabotage sanity
but friendship survives
and as long as we are both alive
brother in arms
a promise will never die.
end.
10/17/07 for kJ
PLEASE COMMENT!!
CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK, (pos. or neg.) CRITIQUES, OR ANY SUGGESTIONS
I also enjoy simple lists of words, descriptors of an abstract reaction
describe the feelings or ideas my poem invoked or left in feeling or thought.
Even on word. is better than none. Thank you
Watching the news with a
Certain sense of urgency
All this misinformation
And repetitive monotony
Are they just the
Manifestations
Of your depravity
As your social life
Drifts on past
It’s firewood
Do you really believe you’re
Just misunderstood ?
It’s a pretty odd situation
You’ve gotten yourself into
Did you think we wouldn’t see through ?
See through
See through it
Your complacency?
You cover your face
Cover your face
Cover your face
Your face
It’s a courtesy
Your mask has become your new reality
The mask of common sense
You swore to provide for the common defense
The mask
The mask
The mask of pretense
It’s a pretense
Your only pretending
Pre tend ing
Pre tend ing
Pre tend ing to care.
When will you be aware
Of your misogyny ?
Must be part
Of your heredity
Heredity
How will you secure the blessings of
Liberty ?
For yourself and your posterity
Will you change your mind
Will you be willing to find
That perfect balance of
Protection and Projection
Projectionist
Welcome to the world of self doubt
And mental agony
Is this self destruction ?
Or just hallucination ?
Whose gonna provide the remedy ?
Remedy
Remedy
The Rem Ed y
The Mango Mussolini
Left the rest of us
To find
Need to find
Need to find
Some
Pos I tive
Energy energy.
Do you know I am
not dissin' you when I write
stuff I call haiku?
Soup makes me pick form
and sometimes that's only one
makes any sense 'tall.
Anyhow respect
(like, muchly) peops who study
and try to perfect.
I do things my way.
I like that others do things
otherly than me.
Now, here's the thing... if
one of the pos I haikued
placed in serious
contest, I would doubt
what the scene was all about.
Yak haiku has place
but serious trumps.
Some brilliant lines goin' down
thanks to the poets.
This is me being happy today
at the end of the work-week from hell.
I must say as preamble, hey,
I get rules and will follow, I wanna place well.
I'm happy no one that I know died today.
I'm happy I still know how to crochet.
I'm happy my uncle's heart surgery went fine.
I'm happy to relinquish stuff that's not mine.
I'm happy my central heat's working as oughta.
I'm happy I heard this week from my chill daughter
I'm happy my son with his head in the clouds
is making decisions that make himself proud.
I'm happy it's weekend.
I know how to freak into
joyously seekin'
what's best for us all
makes me happy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I, Nancy Jones, wrote this in the wee hours of November 5th, 2011.
Preesh the inspiration from Francine's 'test 'bout happy pos.