Best Rareness Poems
"In the theory of personality, the conscious mind consists of
everything inside of our awareness. This is the aspect of our
mental processing that we can think and talk about rationally.
Quote by _Sigmund Freud
After birth our bodies are aging,
slowly ... but by forty we notice the changes:
with cells and with bones a war is raging.
We notice that our muscles have less ranges;
we have bothersome metacarpals and phalanges !
Oh, each of us have lived life in chapters.
with ups and downs we are a constant changing book:
experience make us good adapters.
We just float ... flowing along like a forest brook;
and know real truth from just silly gobbledygook !
All through life there is constant awareness,
it ebbs and flows ... changing and we see ourselves:
and hopefully our unique rareness.
Never let your life gather dust like books on shelves,
be aware ... encourage others to help themselves !
To be aware is to know who you are,
your thoughts, dreams, character traits and even your flaws:
oh, be aware of this world ... close and far.
When upset don't get angry and bring out the claws;
be aware, step back, take a breath and a long pause !
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May 10, 2023
Poetry/Quintain (English)/Screen Of Awareness
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1546-378-10
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Screen Of Awareness
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 05/26/2023
Eighth Place
With my fusion of lyrics and rhythm
There is no confusion that I’m refusing to simply be disillusioned
With intellectual distribution
I do not have hesitation to let you give me recognition
Realising that my vision is empowered by my necessitation of not wanting to simply be the illest
But the illest who conveys parables continuation
Guaranteed expectation of never being word stranded, inspiration
Protection from all lyric dieticians, word anorexia, rhythmic bulimia
Representation of obese lyrical content, larger than life
Not afraid to speak what’s on my mind
Plantation of human strength to express ones feelings with the spoken word
Avoiding repetition of past mistakes
Promotion of inner strength to flourish
Installation of anti-verbal abuse
Living your own dream with motivation and authority on ones lips
Inspiration being drawn from the depths of self
Allowing others to march behind me
You are not motivated?
Self-pity embraces you
Self-pity moulds you
Allow yourself to blossom
Your uniqueness is rare
Only you possess that rareness
Abuse it
Use it
And you will be surprised the person you will become…
Just look at me…..
CHAPTER SEVEN
this seventh month… a handful of sun dust
greets my aurora skin, touching every
lace of foliage: buttered stems, blushing leaves,
soft-boiled branches with upturned eyes
silky in the veil of July’s palette
face. farther on,
i wanted to smell its rareness,
how my own raw eyes pass behind occasional
veins and wiggling ridges, wondering the
maleness and femaleness of their palms
receding then whirling underneath my
feet ,receiving the ancient chant of some wild
calm…
how intangible this soft fire in
my belly, splattering like auburn harvest
of wheat thrusting unto air
chambers of sun nymphet honored
in all shades---the emerald, garnet,
sapphire of paradise patch as if
saved from the kaleidoscope of month’s past,
slowly cuddling every sinner and lover the ember
that feeds on harps and cancer -zodiac stones.
. . . .
Contest no 300 Premiere
The Carousel
As I watch my carousel standing still my only dwell
In the vortex of its spell convoluted in my only yell
My mind falls in its wake cadent circles that forsake
I sliver with the snake leaving ruins with heartache
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My eyes shut to the I, spinning thoughts will awry
Languishing lips calcify upon lost imagery to crucify
Round & round they go dissolving dreams I borrow
Happiness says hell-lo as it leaves me in its shadow
***
Hurricane of my abyss telling secrets that I shall miss
In their blasphemous bliss, morbid storms reminisce
Reaching terminal velocity amidst its ill monstrosity
Carousel of curiosity drowning in dynamic viscosity
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An elliptical awareness melds allusions of unfairness
Within a secluded rareness posturing, you defenseless
A salivating swell with sorrows that comply & compel
For my none-stop Carousel the merry-go-round of hell.
Nov.23.2018
The I Of The Storm
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
Placed 4'th...thank you
Oh Lord Buddha relic of art
Wise man of clairvoyant awareness
Your charge is to discover your rareness
Give yourself to it with all of your heart
You have images and colors for each day of the week
And the day you were born is a color unique
This Sunday is the Day of the St. Valentine
Will you wear red or that of Capitoline
Sunday’s red tone could suggest suffering
And Monday’s cream dispelling our fear
Tuesday’s pink means Nirvana is near
Wednesday’s green respects each living thing
Thursday’s orange indicates meditation
Friday’s blue - thoughtful contemplation
Saturday’s black or purple is for protection
For all Buddha’s people colors impel transmigration
When were you born? - a Buddhist will ask
Meaning the day of the week is your task
You will be colored by the day you were conceived
Have we ever asked what Buddha believed?
I got pulled by sadness
In a universe fulll of madness
Surrounded by weakness
Rainclouds and gloominess
Made of poison and loveless
So sad they were careless
Nearly dying of emptiness
People from thier past lives made for selfishness
Earth is for unfairness
Someone changing it has its rareness
Blocks are for people
Who give up
Lack of knowledge
Can not meet solutions
Rareness
For every yen there's a ?
Balance
Domains
Window
Sustained
For true gain
In the soul of silence comes a knowing that
only we know exists in a life of a star
shining brightly in the purple heavens of
our reality.
No more corridors to run through
as if there were no more steps to
continued on, till another one appears
without explanations, and new
steps brighten all with hope.
Silence speaks your name quietly when darkness
slips away lighting each thought with brightness
of unforgettable thoughts.
Simplicity shakes hands with sincerity, conjuring
forth rareness of emotions combining
uncomplicated situations made with untamed
purposes to be acknowledged.
Manifest honesty, humble to lives eternal
stability, brightening the hearts and souls of those
who never stopped believing love has the power to
cure the incurable and fire to burn deeply within
our consciousness of new dimensional knowledge
letting go, rising up to a new world of “Love
Peace, Harmony.”
No more hesitation to let go, just let go and
rise as high as you can finding that love and
the peace you've been searching for all your life.
Hear the silence now you have opened your heart
to love.
All complications exist no more!
You're a light being, now aware of it!
Peace, Love, Harmony!
Copyright ? DerenaBree( All Rights Reserved).
The essence of being
Letting it's self into meaning
Much considered
States of thinking
Vast
Holding rareness
Fit for one of kind
Flower Vases
Arrangement calls
Different as Cultural
Curtains
Inviting investigations
Marvel
our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there.
memory, what a summary.
Stepping into the atmosphere
Of your near-sighted illusions
Masked by hollow words,
You asked me
To exchange my rareness
For a vague existence.
Self-indulgent conformity
For acceptance in a world
Where I do not belong
Should be my reward,
If only I would
Become your willing clone.
Your pretty veils of red
Paraded before me,
But it made you naked
In my eyes;
Shamefully revealed vulnerability
Was starkly alive.
I know who you are,
The spectacular voices
You listen to,
And I am the defiant one
Who has broken through
The walls confining you.
If my vision haunts you,
Brings you to your knees,
And leaves you quivering
In pathetic anxiety,
Then I will have brought
The truth to your door.
Don't you see?
Individuality will always
Ask the wrong question,
Reveal the rawness,
And pick at the scab
Of all you'd make me swallow.
So go on.
Scream about my defects
While I go under
For another breath.
I am numb
To your mutilation.
When we have reached
The other side of this hell
We will understand
The shadows where we hide,
But we are here now,
And I will not be raped by you.
Today my heart is caught in a great dilemma,
It is unusual,uncommon & very rare,
when mind stops to think,but heart continues its work,
today i am in that stage of love.
This tragedy with someone is really very rare,
That secret of my life today i want to share,
Unconditional & uncertain towards him i was walking,
At that moment mind was ceased to think what i was doing.
That extreme care & commitment so intense,
this was the only feeling in my whole soul which i can sense,
but in a second got shattered all my dream,
When i realize that in his world,only a little i mean.
my life entered in that darkness,where light even fears to go,
The lips which were ever smiling,on those lips now smile fears to grow.
At that worst moment of life,someone entered my lane,
I couldn't even noticed that he loved me like an insane.
Now here also once again got repeated the tale,
situation made me so, that to love him i fail,
It was impossible for me to fall in love anymore,
'Love' & 'me' became the two sides of a seashore.
This was the tale uptil here,
about which you can think that isn't so rare,
But there is a truth making it EXTRAORDINARY,
Not a lie,not a story,it is something real about me.
About the two person i told were not the different two,
Yeah he was the same whom i loved,& who loved me too.
The situation made him so different at different time,
That's the RARENESS with the life of mine.
I never got the one,whom i really loved,
He never got the one,whom he really loved,
With every breath now,myself melting i find,
I broked someone's heart & couldn't even saved mine
our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there.
memory, what a summary.
our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there.
memory, what a summary.
our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there.
memory, what a summary.