Best Result Poems
Clinging to the shape of my stomach as my body curls into a crescent.
Body aches fill every inch of me as a lobotomy is performed on my heart.
The hands of a newborn turn the screws, left, right.
Your hands, her hands, his hands,
But my heart gets no better.
Instead it no longer beats, it no longer pumps, it no longer feels.
I'm a vegetable without any flavor.
Bland and stale that no one can have,
That no one should have.
You don't understand, and that just pounds the hammer harder into the spike,
Against my heart.
I wait, I wait, and I wait,
Almost a year now, yet the son of Aphrodite still laughs in my face.
The world still laughs in my face, which is why I want to fade away.
I try to fade into the abyss, yet I'm not allowed.
I great force, known as my loved ones, thrust me back to the spotlight,
Back to the surface.
I want to drown, yet this idiotic life vest is glued to my skin.
The floaties meant for a child are sewn into my flesh.
I just want to run away.
I need to, so I don't forget who I am.
The real me that's disappearing.
I love you because you remind me of myself.
The good me, the old me, and the present me.
All the good you see in me is in you too.
Run away before it's too late.
The crone can hear the children's laughter, cold as ice
And they exclaim out "witch", not thinking she can hear
Their parents then admonish, "Try to be quite nice."
Upon her thin, emaciated form they leer
Of love forbidden she has paid the awful price
Malicious magic powers all the children fear
She only wears black, mourning each and ev'ry day
Her world is full of dismal, somber shades of grey
She loved a wealthy cultured handsome gentleman
But she had not the clothes nor proper pedigree
And never would be issued any wedding bann
For poverty did not amuse his family
When finding herself great with child of his, she ran
She felt displaced, just like a dead uprooted tree
In bleak back alley child unwanted disappeared
No chance immoral tainted peccant child be reared
Although she lost her core, her heart, her soul, her mind,
She wandered dazed and crazy back to town she knew
Her fam'ly said, "We never have produced your kind."
There was no place to go and nothing left to do
But after mournful agony she came to find
Satanic powers very evil she would rue
She met the incubi in wooded forest glen
Although she knew it was an awful, grievous sin
Her soul and body raped by evil forces bold
Instilled in her the seeds of their foul awful pow'r
That grew more potent as she grew extremely old
Demolished, shattered self continued still to sour
Her sterile body, now quite barren, grew ice cold
A vile vexatious tongue lashed out at all each hour
Thus she became a bitter venomous old hag
While dressed in filthy clothes; on head, a dirty rag
She met a fine genteel young man, so good and kind
A person reaching out to all in charity
Attempted making better lives where he could find
He wanted human folk achieving parity
However, he had never met an evil mind
The succubus seduced his soul with clarity
She crippled psyche; took his cash, his bonds and stocks
Her languid lips convinced him caged; no keys for locks
Then when the moon was full one night, she murdered him
Around his vile demise all sorts of tales arose
She had dismembered rigid corpse each limb by limb
Disposed so very well of ugly bloody clothes
The whole ordeal had been a gratifying whim
Upon his naked body set a blood red rose
His corpse was never found; base tales do not abate
Today she suffers vile result of cruel fate
If you have dreams
You can take a walk into the future
You can start your plan today
With great hope and expectation
But try your best from today
And accept the result tomorrow
The future forever welcome you
But with your love, conscience
Perseverance,optimism
And sincerity in god
The unknown world forever welcome you
But have to bear in mind the rules
Thankful for yesterday
Cherish for today
And hopeful for tomorrow
The wind is howling like a massive storm inside.
Can’t let it out, can’t hold it in.
Yes, I am fed up but don’t know how to flush it out.
Like I am entangled in the chocking ropes.
I know, it’s a difficult journey, I have to deal with it.
The fear is killing me, though I am sure I'll live it up.
I am sinking from dawn till shuddering dusk.
The result would scare me or would it be a good luck?
I turn around to see my hopeful beloved family,
Their love, their faith further scares me!
If I don’t make it! Would everything go away?
Yes, it scares…...I feel I am about to fray!
I am strolling in dark, maybe I will fall someday.
I wonder what will go away and what will stay!
Maybe I am finished, may be on cloud nine.
I worked hard; the success should be mine!
Every thing seems so lifeless and hollow.
Do you feel the vacuum around, which might swallow!
I want to be positive; I want to touch the stars.
For every dedicated student, I want to leave a mark.
I know this isn’t the end, lot more to go.
Lots of happy moments are waiting in a row!
Lots more to achieve, lots more to show.
STILL, why this heart thumps and why am I following the dark shadow!
Could be you got
So much attention
Cause you proved
Someone wrong
Walk me through
Your studied result,
It's big picture,
It's randomized study.
It has suckered us
Into this hour's
Outrage-o-meter
With no positive in sight.
Only a dark night
Never ending
Grabbing at ammunition
For death ahead.
The trial unfolding
Before you.
Could be I got
Too much attention
And you figured
Me out.
Take back your inquiry
Add to it hindsight
Rewind on a meridian
Apply your mind to it.
Embrace the equation
The excellent math
Not the easy meth
We're too good for this.
I'm unconvinced.
No more reviews
Or bad grammar,
Past tense positives.
Could be we both
Got it wrong
.
At no time sincere.
Sun has risen
Reason into it
Where you're headed.
Spot storms
In the late
Summer of our lives
Plan a vacation.
A visit to Ancientness
Sunshine to rain
Dark guidance
From a mondegreen.
The suited result calculated
Understood, copied and posted.
At what point
do you bring it around,
cap the spontaneity,
quell the conversation,
put everything neatly within the margins?
About the time a shard of brilliance,
previously withheld,
pokes out,
trying to see its shadow.
A reflection of Punxsutawney Phil,
unsure of the next move,
or just in time, before the sliver,
simply a sharp piece of the puzzle,
launches itself through space and time,
tearing into those who are tender and fleshy,
not yet able to defend themselves,
defenseless against the barrage?
Today cries out,
in bouts of pre-indignation,
a security guard at a remote cave,
longing to do, to protect, to be,
yet what remains, we observe
with eyes in search of reassurance,
a wanton scavenger-hunt for the resilient.
For those who are learned, assertive, and wise,
their strength assumed, but untested,
the next generation,
pray to their gods to withstand the wind.
When you see monsters snarling at you
From those same clouds which you thought
You would ride seated upon mighty unicorns
When you hear swallowed gulps
From those whom fate has willed to walk
Beside you, going towards the same destination
But having to experience life from their own world
Just close your eyes, breathe in
And allow scenic views to paint themselves
Upon your unique canvas,
Allow your flowers to bloom to exquisiteness
In your own secret garden
Allow your music to compose itself
And play of itself as majestically
As would a symphony upon a cosmic stage,
Allow yourself to consistently move
Towards your fated destination
Without being in competition with anyone but thriving
In your given freedom, letting steady consistency be the medium
To guide you and to allow the end result
To play itself in your favour
As majestically as life itself can be!
A boy
sincerely, creatively
Escaping sleep night
Performed a task
Difficult to his boss
A task given him
As was master of
A task asking for
Sacrifice of his wedding
A task which promised
his at the pinnacle
With others ordering
He completed task
But media was reported
What his boss told
The credit went to
His boss vanishing his name
So ill thought arrived
And he demolished
His work for humankind
Task benefited humans
But due to credits
The "get done" was ill
And rather demolished.
BY:
Vrushani Thaker
Finals Result
A month before,
Begins the tension,
Something you would like to,
Give a detention.
Of being grounded for a month,
Is perhaps the fear,
Or getting a spanking,
And shedding many tears.
Or perhaps it’s competition just plain,
Or fear of falling behind the class,
The probabilities are clear,
More clearer than glass.
They sit in the waiting room in silence
Tightly clasping hands
Together both fearful
To hear words from just one man
Most crucial words they will ever hear
In moments their life’s may change
Intently watching the door open
Eyes lock when they hear their name
They leave the waiting room in silence….
Forgotten Wife -
WHY?
I’ve asked the question,
A thousand times or more,
What more could I have done?
As I really didn’t understand
What changed?
What had changed this man?
That man I first married.
Ever a handsome fella
Dressed in khaki clothe,
Fresh-faced,
Gentle, caring,
Considerate loving husband,
Before going off
To that stinken foreign war,
Off to an unknown uncertainty.
But the return of my warrior
With loving arms a beckoning,
For him
Discharged and released
Into this brand new horizon,
Subtle changes first unnoticed
In having my man returned
Expecting a life of wedded bliss
And endless joy of peace.
However I the wife
Began to have this battle
Of fighting an unknown war
Where bouts of anger,
Sulkiness,
Depression,
Suspicions easily aroused,
Periods of unexplained darkness
Of something bottled within
Easily the order of the day.
His children who knew naught
Of happenings abound,
From a father who found
Everyday faults so many
Drove a wedge
Between parenthood
And the siblings of his groin
Forcing them out into a world
Of the unexpected
Out there
Into a misunderstanding world of unknown.
As loyal wife of long ago,
Taken vows “till death us do part”
Now a suffer in total silence,
Tormented by the grief
Sometimes in disbelief,
This deep-seated anger,
Which smoldered
Like an un-erupted overdue volcano
Deep inside the belly,
Every day became like torture
In trying to understand
What really changed my man?
As I now do sit
On this carpet
Of lush green grass,
A lonely tear rolls down
Head bowed
In deep respect,
For me now a reality,
He has left the place
Truly gone forever,
Off to his lastingly resting place
And for this old soldier boy
‘Tis for him a much better rest
Than all the confusion of his mind.
I gaze!
I fix my eyes on his bronze plaque
His name,
Rank and serial number inscribed
An azalea grows in a terracotta pot
Marking the spot
Where they lowered the casket
Three days after that fateful day,
The day they buried my man.
I being the widow,
The mother,
And once his wife
Must now have inner strength,
“O God I wish I had more,
But why Lord oh why!
When he returned,
I still ask the question
What did change?
My lover,
My husband,
My man!
We were friends for almost 2 years,
We've been together for everything.
I have labeled you as my family,
But you have stab me-- no us in the back.
We trusted you,
because we've been with you,
Through tough times,
I was your shoulder to cry on.
But what did I get back in return?,
I get stab, I bleed with no blood.
You have given me vengeance
You awoken the demon inside of me.
I will make sure you will suffer,
I'll let you know the pain.
Until you're begging and crying tears of blood.
But it will never satisfied my hatred.
I want you every day to feel hell.
Even if this cost my life,
Even if this meant the end of my career,
I will do what ever it takes just to take revenge.
But I will not do it now.
I'll plan everything just like I'm planning for a world domination.
I'll make sure everything is well planned.
My life maybe revolved from you but its worth it.
I'll let you know the consequence of this.
I'll make sure you will see it.
I will broke your wings not to make you fly.
I'll change for the worst, not for the best.
Looking in each other’s eyes
we’d have what I like to call,
completely competitive conversations.
Nether one of us conceding the point.
Back in the day,
this would go on until
one of us would pull out a joint.
Not exactly a peace offering.
But it was an excuse to call a truce.
Putting us in a relaxed the mood,
as both of us wanted to get screwed.
The wild animal in us needed to get lose.
So, we would put that good high to use.
That night, the music was just right,
and we didn’t always turn off the lights.
After three or four rounds of marathon love making.
Creative animal calls
and neighbors banging on the walls.
Nine months later,
my son was born,
as the result of two people having a good time.
We found shelter in the Radio show
called the Quiet Storm.
Now some may think
this a little bit tame.
And others will think
this just a little bit insane.
How our conversations
would end up with us
passionately calling each other’s name.
I thought I was already broken up,
But my soul hadn’t been so sore yet.
If this realization didn’t have me woken up,
I wouldn’t have doubted you since we met.
Now I know, we had such a fragile connection,
Because it was crushed by only one shot.
We have lost all means of communication,
And I don’t think I can tie us back in a knot.
This is a seriously huge competition,
And I wonder who is more in tension.
I haven’t ever faced such a complication,
Which has such an extreme combination.
It has a combination of downfall,
With some confusion, frustration and a lot of stress.
I don’t think I can ever stand up tall,
To face this jumbled up mess.
And just in case you’re wondering,
About my attitude and my aim,
I’ll tell you my idea so amusing,
‘ignore’ is my status, I don’t care if it’s lame.
Right now my one and only way,
To control, and handle, and settle all this craziness,
Is to ignore you, no matter what you say.
So now I’m just gonna play along with this foolishness.
This time, I’m not listening,
To my mind or to my heart’s opinion.
I’ll just go on with this threatening,
Even if you think I’m as crazy as a minion…..
So goodbye, I bid you farewell,
For listen, I’m not saying, never again another word.
How will this end?! – it’s another tale to tell,
But I won’t tell except for what you have just heard.
Nature did not understand me,
When it produced me,
But I am understood by nature,
By life’s processes and behaviours,
Thoroughly admired and integrated,
Almost ingratiated,
Unable to complain or dig,
Standing amazed at the plate.
That I evolved, I know,
Sure as a goldfish of his water:
My ancestor’s genes were modified and changed,
Through everyday behaviour and focus,
By partners’ characteristics and traits,
In the determination to get through and win,
By the physical touch relationship of sex.
No problem at all, that’s fine for me,
That massive statement of gene makeup,
Those free interactions which take effect,
In the enormous chain of descendants,
Through that family ancestry tree,
It made me,
And even more, it does not determine me everyday,
Because I’m free to choose my own rack,
Friendships, partners, jobs and interests,
And I can see that evolution is fair.