Best Representations Poems
Sunset like a cotton candy world full of color
fills the sky with mock representations
of the earth below.
Hills, valleys, rivers and fields in panoramic view
float above my head.
Clouds disapate and colors deepen
as the temptress of sunset takes flight
her time now spent.
Twilight whispers and seduces
as she brings on the blanket of night
with bed warm promises
till sunrise arrives with it's golden light.
Kash wrote a Thau-bauk called Twilight Her Name and through this poem he was my muse for this poem.
This is now part of a series of poems including Sunset Reverie, An Evening by The Lake,
Days End, A Night of Dreams and Tiny White Canoe
Where the water washes white surfs across
Sand banks porous with green dreams in our hearts
Where the sun surveys the wet desert of loss
The salt thread like blood stitching together our parts
Find me there wandering the wailing shores
I am a new citizen with ancient desires still
Living on the restless rim of of crinkled azures;
Watching history bleach my memory of will.
Here I pine to see my mother whole as I am
Here I pray for justice from the impaled lamb
This Caribbean sea that pens my rage in me
Water where my ancestors footsteps no imprints leave
Of vast voyages now void on the Atlantic lea
This Caribbean sea in modern voice I cannot grieve
My people sundered like a broken ship
Mastless, anchorless, drifting drumless on weed
My people bleeding from tongue lash and whip
And no Cudjoe, Tacky, or Boukman to intercede
I am a citizen of the rim, a place undefined
In the subtle representations where I'm maligned.
Here in this world of diverse languages and shade
Across the bloodless salt of shrivelled water we trade.
"Hungarian Festival"
Pro bono bands gradually allure the crowds
Their effort is unmatched while working unique instruments
To make people understand where they came from
Let us not forget our many predecessors as they sing
About the land beyond our own
Loud speakers tantalize throughout the day
A foreign and beautiful demonstration of national pride
Adorned in gowns and bonnets of floweresque appearance
Little girls dance about in the street displaying lessons they were taught
Cute little sensations build the fantasy and wisp so many away
To a place they never knew of others and their founding roots
A new experience teaches newcomers that their world is not the only one
Where a rich culture runs flamboyant, it is a rare chance to shine
Spices in the air fill ones nose with enchanting scents from every food station
Dishes of colbasse and saur kraut put together with loving care
The dilemma of so many is because their stomachs are only so big
But good spirits will come not from a cup but from the heart
As good people try tirelessly to share themselves with others
The museum evokes a thoughtfulness for the furniture and paintings
Century old representations that the Hungarians were always clever
Sculpted pottery of undecided interpretation warm you up for the air blown glass
These people are to envy for a world outside our own
They are bountiful and harmonious and plentiful
An inspiration to make our own contribution
We should all be as complete as them
I am Garuda, a vahana of Lord Vishnu
A crown on my head show you my divine
As I soaring high in the air
Vedas chanted out of my red wings
I am Garuda, son of Kasyapa and Vinata
An embodiment of wisdom, one form with many epithets
Mortals knew me as Chirada, Gaganeshvara, Kamayusha
They also named me Kashyapi, Khageshvara, or Vishnuratha
I am Garuda, representations of sacred and holy
My massive golden body can block out the sun
And with my presence I made any creature hesitate
Even the serpent, source of all sins, abide me
I am Garuda, the face of wisdom and courage
I have fought alongside with Krishna, Satyabhama and Hari
My luminous white face and strong beak shrunken the evil
For I am Garuda, the king of all birds.
I am Garuda
I live in the faith of believers.
~ Indonesia, 06/10/2013 07.01 Am
For Shadow Hamilton "Mythological Animals or Birds" Contest
These words keep roaring in the silence
You could hear the drop of a pin
These words capture me like a camera lens
‘LIKE THE SKIN YOU ARE IN’
These words have been ringing in my ears;
For years they have been the cry of all +-men,
Sometimes it still feels like no one really cares:
‘PROMOTE DIVERSITY IN REPRESENTATIONS OF WOMEN’
These words should be given media clearance
Shown on screen and in every book chapter
‘LESS FOCUS ON PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
AND MORE FOCUS ON CHARACTER’
These words should become a chant
Like evidence of a miracle that had been prayed
Not like a dogs tired whimper or tired pant
‘MORE HONESTY IN THE WAY WOMEN ARE POTRAYED’
I am guilty of this due to my socialization
I have no excuses now due to my education
I was once a victim and made others a victim
I join the voices that repeat these words
‘WOMEN ARE INTELLIGENT’
‘WOMEN SHOULD BE EDUCATED’
‘WOMEN ARE SELF-ASSURED, DIVERSE, STRONG’
I join the voices that repeat these words
‘BE CONFIDENT’
‘BE WHO YOU ARE- NOT WHO SOCIETY TELLS YOU TO BE’
(Citations from Patricia Gentile's study (2007): Popular Culture and Female Sexuality: Concuming the 'Representations'. Published by: Media Action Media).
Upset about a non-sense fight with Manny Pacquiao (Almost double his weight), I had been training for a while,
with my dorsal digital nerves and tendons of the flexor digitorum profundus without enough blood supply, delusional, paranoid as We all are,
I call my mobile phone company,
I can't pay my bill I'm injured and my electrolytes are not balanced I want to lower the bill because I am being robbed
-Request accepted sir
-Thank You I am going to change my company
-A lot of people complains about that Sir...Yes...Hum...How old are You..I can see, really! That's nice, I understand O O OK,
Music (Iggy Pop Sweet Sixteen) Sir can you please rate my performance we do understand problem solved.
-Alright , Sorryyy!
Awesome in Every Topic Costumer Service a Masterpiece
3 weeks later
An assistance mobile phone to disabled and lower income families was born
Two visits to the Hospital one to Crisis other to the Mental Ward
Some years after I am helping my disabled mother with the application to the company
And as I had been till today confused but Who Cares?!
This story is true (All the Mental explanation and formal representations are welcome and will be respected has the Interpretator property that I do respect for the empathy and sympathy, Since was not shared in any other professional or personal setting. Thank You All, And A Big Hug To My Mentor(a)!
Days
From images, from messages,
from reflections, from representations
from the shady land of dreams,
- each morning my ass is kicked into the light –
reality strikes me each and every morning
whether it is 8:30, 9:55 or eleven thirty.
On my four walled room - pictured with history –
comes light to brighten up my four cornered room
with emerald greens from pines, ferns. maple hues,
colours that fill the empty spaces between their taller,
larger cousins as they reach up, crawl towards the light.
From them and from the jungles of my dreams
comes a multi coloured blanket covering up the brown,
the graves of their off springs, their forefathers
that for seasons, for eons, have laid upon the ground.
The past that lays decaying beneath the tears of gray skies .
There are days- few it seems – that the sun’s rays
do break through, furthering growth, accelerating
the process of decay – the future, to become –
in another day – nourishment for another generation
of shades of green that will shroud the browns of the past,
that throughout winter’s cover, covered the ground
all around the land scape and the landscape of my dreams,
( B. J. “A ” 2 )
March 31st 2006
Was it Saxony Asia or Asia Saxony?
Was it Saxony Asia or Asia Saxony?
From Japan to Germany Rotarian so many!
An occasion for mix up of cultures irrespective of race & creed for world understanding
High quality entertainment, food for the thought and of course. taste buds pandering
With Rotary Governor, Saxony prime minister and the Prince all standing
At the podium, to share their feelings, thoughts and key message motivating
From the new BMW factory, enchanting Glashutte to Volks W’s transparent factory
The outstanding symbols of revival of the glory of good old days of Saxony
A woodwork museum of Daetz to depict symbolic representations of religions since ages
An exclusive collection of art and culture backed by singing and dancing outrages
The last dinner was a special treat with aurora of rich culture old and new
Participation of Prince Alexandar and all sundry and entertainment of all hew
With classic band and dances, the compere was also a person of class
His touches of humor made paper man’s ‘tricks and Japanese dance nicely pass
A sitting in the church of lady on the last day was soul enriching
And briefing of the guide of city tour, a lady of letters, truly bewitching
Our experience surpassed of all in past if any
So we say, was it Saxony Asia or Asia Saxony?
Some people wear smiles out in public
as if those smiles were sewn on their faces.
Often they are adorned by costly apparel.
The women, in flattering makeup and
with hair beautifully coiffured,
flaunt gowns created by renowned fashion designers
and accessorized with glittering jewelry
and expensive heels and handbags.
They are the rich, the “beautiful people,”
social butterflies in a rainbow of colors
seen attending their special clubs and functions
or charity benefits,
where they flit about with others of their elite class.
I have seen them on television
and representations of them in movies.
I suppose viewing them impersonally this way
is the closest I will ever get to them
as I sit watching them from my well-worn sofa,
knowing that nobody can have a life
so seemingly perfect
yet marveling
at their rainbow colored camouflage.
For the Rainbow Colored Camouflage Contest of Ir0nic ZiNk
The full moon has a variety of different representations globally.
A wolf within the wilderness looks up
On a beautiful full moon and howls
That's when a wolf alerts the rest of its pack of possible incoming danger.
A pack of wolves creates strength
Their power in numbers multiply
Numbers which they form in a wolf pack.
A leader of its pack is an alpha
An alpha mate is a betta.
A lone wolf is known to be an omega.
A real wolf is a rare wolf.
To Native American cultures
A wolf symbolizes loyalty, courage, strength.
A wolf is a companion
Wolves follow their instinct within nature.
A totem of a wolf symbolizes
A Wolf is nature's spiritual animal
This animal is known for its wisdom and knowledge.
A wolf is also known for purity and
Wolves are our most loyal companion.
A friend who never leaves your sight.
A tamed wolf is known to be a husky.
Their beautiful eyes call to me.
Genuinely I see a wolf within a husky.
Humanity inbreeds wolves so it can live amongst society.
To teach us wisdom and knowledge.
Only a rare blue moon I can hear a wolf cry the loudest.
It's brilliant how one seguays into the next, flashing on the
pennon of this new-age attempt to plagerise the etch-a-sketch, and
if you watch closely, if
you count your bits and bites, your digital copies of digital recordings transferred from
magnetic tape and stones chisled with ideograms and heiroglyphic symbols-
maybe you'll find that in a hundred years we will no longer express ideas in vowels and
consonents, clumsy representations of the noises made by oscillating tissues and shifting
palletes-
Prepare to discard your medium for storage
your verbatim verbal fencing weapon is dulled and oxidized-
prepare to shed truth and solidarity.
Press any key for ecstasy. (5.99aminuteforthefirstfiveminutes)
In the quiet months that followed,
I came to realise,
More was going on,
Than a wondering mind.
I found that each casual brush past,
Every shake of the hand,
Every pat on the back,
Revealed a new nightmare.
It began to make me wonder,
Just what I was seeing,
What were these visions?
And what did they mean?
Were they replays of dark acts,
Of secret deeds,
And evil moments,
Crimes which remain undetected?
Had I somehow gained the power,
To reveal their sins?
I couldn’t bring myself to believe,
So much crime went unseen.
Then were they representations of the soul?
Not acts, but desires,
Things that people had longed to do,
But never dared carry out?
It was certainly more believable,
But once again,
I refused to accept,
A seed of evil lies in every heart.
Were they then no more than my own fears?
A reflection not on them,
But on myself?
My paranoia played out before me?
It was a much more plausible explanation,
That it was all in my head,
That I was losing my mind,
And I feared it more than any other.
Things happen. Life unravels
The earth spins, perpetuating processes
And as we recount our travels
Our hearers marvel
Stories of prophets' heads on silver platters
Representations of old things
And we should be somehow flattered
By images of our saggy bottoms and flaked skin
All the expected supreme annoyances
In bags of leftover promises
Encased in increasingly cryptic codices
We're patching up until the expert arrives
I look forward to an immense surprise
For now, we can all be Lazarus
Sitting at the gate, all cadaverous
Hold my wings while I fly
I don't want to fly too low or rise too high
We are all Lazarus, waiting to exhale
Picking up crumbs, pushing carts
Domesticating stray dogs. Swatting flies
In alleys and under bridges. What a sight
It's like writing a hard exam
Roger, confirm your position
I'm flying over the flyover, over
Ah, Roger
Things happen. Life unravels
Things fall apart
Unexpected turns, astonishing events
Surprises and disappointments
Spilled milk, blood, sweat and tears
Broken hearts and shakedowns
Past failures and future fears
Betrayals, travesties
Misplaced loyalties. Broken trust
Uncollected royalties
Missed opportunities, misplaced sympathies
Mishandled moments. Misplaced comments
Unforeseen challenges. Broken sewers
Outbreaks and breakouts
Roger confirm
You are observing this insanity
I'm flying over the fly over, over
Ah, Roger
Life behind these eyes
This old body, harboured among so many artifacts.
My Spirit wanders the spaces within my four cornered rooms.
My Soul searches for meaning beyond the bars of my steel cage. .
My heart beats against the walls of my memories hoard.
Blood pumping, awakening the essence of what is stored.
My nights becoming the life what should be my days.
Slipping my mind into neutral, sound and electromagnetic waves carry.
Living vicariously through the eyes, imaginations, the talents of others.
Writers producers, directors, camera create and bring to the screen.
That one eyed monster, the cathode tube that carries one beyond.
Awareness of space time continuum, its linear journey lost to me.
Consciousness of times passing no longer has any relevance.
Seconds into minutes, hours, days, weeks months, years, a lifetime
One elongated stream, without destination, meaning or substance.
Carried off into the sun set, carried on the wings of solar winds.
Particles of time, connected, never seen by these tired old eyes.
Reaching, with both hands into the ether, the four corners of this universe.
Habits, rituals, routines dominate, no longer cognizant of times movements.
Days have become night, many hours spent in a bed of water.
Lost in dream land, where the subconscious brings to life ones history.
Stories told, be they positive, negative, indifferent or be they illusions.
A surrealistic representations of unfinished business, of desired unfulfilled.
On occasion, a vision, a premonition, something beyond a reflection.
For the most part, a desire to, once again, to experience the essence of.
Passions, desires, a life no longer afforded a disabled, indigent senior.
Only in the images played out upon the back of ones eye lids.
Painted upon canvases, woven into tapestries, displayed on TV screens.
Phantasmagorias that elucidate a life, some regrets, a life consumed.
B. J. “A ” 2
January 24th, 2021
Life's a blur,
All I see are shadows;
Shallow little representations of people.
I'm never alone,
Never for long anyway,
Yet I'm always by myself.
Abandoned...
I can walk in a crowd
With no one near me.
I call on my friend,
I close my eyes.
Embrace the darkness,
Though it only lasts a second
Then I'm back to the light.
Why do I feel so alone ?
This loneliness is overwhelming.
The tears are there,
But what for ?
A boyfriend, friends, family
And yet there's something missing.
There's an emptiness inside,
I can't escape.
Help ! Help ! Please someone help!
I'm tired ...
Exhausted of this consistent fight,
With myself.
I'm all by myself,
Surrounded by nothing and everything.
I'm a black orchid in a field a lilies;
The outcast.
This is my cry for help,
The last straw.
I'm ready to burst,
Allowing the tears to be let free.
I can't take this anymore...
I want to give up so bad.
I'm so frustrated of always feeling the way I do.
Like I'll be alone forever,
Like there will never be someone who truly gets it,
Who truly understands my emotions.
I'm unhappy,
Miserable,
Lonely.