Best Signet Poems
I hold myself a prisoner
A captive taciturn
Unspeakable enticement still yearning
Since coming of age to discern
Yet never knowing
Except in part
The fullness to overflowing
In the cerebral cortex of my heart
The heart knows reason
Which reason does not know
Inoculated by truth a lie will weaken
Like the dawn of a child in an embryo
For this the battle to bring heart to speech
In mind, for one to live oft' another thing dies
It's the delicate balance when determined to please
Suspended between fulfillment's death and the giving of life
The beauty of a fractured symmetry
Where thinking heart meets mind
To know this elusive camaraderie
Perhaps in a world in eternities time
So I see myself in another life
Where sorrows hold no interest
A wistful smile proves transparent
While intensity conveys my signet
Warmth and wrath bear equal zeal
But I, an antithesis in perfect balance
A lonely vagrant thronged by faces
Embraced by insipid attachments
As honey brines by way of nectar
In homes fashioned with wax
Void of every ignoble stinger
Known to propitiate the diffident task
Thus so masked I travel still
The duplicitous road yet shackled
Until my tongue finds clemency
From the demons my mind embattles
I know not what the morn may bring
But to this hope I cling, I cling
Your loving voice to heart will bring
The joy I need to take to wing
Into your arms myself I’ll fling
I’ll crown you now, the king, the king
Into your soul my song I’ll sing
With love to sooth and take the sting
I'll proudly wear your signet ring
And let you taste my spring, my spring
I'll let you do most anything
Attached to you is every string
Eileen Manassian
Baroness of grace with a rose in your hair
you walked in beauty like the light of day
your delicate perfume was springtime air
it scented every corner, of your sway
The newborn flowers strewn across your stare
hungered for the spade of a gardeners way
back in the day when you lived with the Baron
you bloomed each August like the Rose of Sharon
But now he has gone to a far away place
where angels are holding him close to their wing
As violets bloom where once he did trace,
his lips to the touch of your gold signet ring
you hunger for kisses to cover your face
but your young youthful lover no longer sings
He's flown up in heaven where angel's adore
and spring lasts forever beyond heaven's door
Springtime is here and it carries no strife
perhaps you can find a new love of your own
He's gone to the angels it cuts like a knife,
adolescent love blown away from your home
The roses are blooming again bringing life
to a young Baroness with no need to atone
Baroness of grace with that rose in your heart,
spring is calling, now you must do your part.
Feb. 18, 2021
The Cross, a signet I freely wear,
no yoke around my neck, nor weight
to keep me fearfully bound; a token of love, a
contract of faith, my prayer for peace and
prosperity, I gently hold or firmly
grip, for the world gone wobbly, out
of sacred round – the Cross, so easy to
sign, only 5 letters to spell...though my
face turned from heaven, at the
vertical base, the foot of Christ’s compelling
sacrifice, focus on His Risen Crown, I claw my
way up from hell.
// Note - this was the graduation poem I wrote for my daughter,
a landscape architecture major who is also a lovely poetess //
You've blessed us as you've grown from bud to blossom;
Bright sunflower and signet marigold.
A miracle of God, sacred and awesome -
A masterpiece we joyfully behold.
Now pillars of your life are rearranging,
Yet sing this constant chorus, gifted gifter:
Through rise and fall of tides with sandbars changing,
One rock remains: God is your spirit lifter.
Your life a poem of blue-eyed, sun-drenched words
With meter of precise deliberation;
Rich metaphors of love and singing birds -
The soul-soaked sounds of sweet alliteration.
Gentle of heart and generous of mien,
Sing to the tempo of your heartbeat drumming.
Pursue your lush landscapes and walls of green
As who you are and who you are becoming.
written May 2016
A maiden glimmering in an aura of justified bereavement. Shadows lurking amidst
the epitome of existence, a crystalline signet. Is this a search for dreams or death?
This eternally overt void leaves traces, a scar left unseen. Blades dance in a
plethora of pain that envelops cognizance as sanity applauds
Don't take me Lightly (Poem on Light)
I am Mr. Light
Listen to my plight
Physicists call me diplomatic
But still, for them, I am aristocratic
Sometimes, I am a corpuscle
Casting Shadow for an obstacle.
I also behave like a wave.
For communication to be my naive.
At very high speeds, I travel
For atomic riddles to unravel.
New phenomena I detect
Invisible things are in my closet.
My energy lies in a photon
Believe me, I knock out an electron.
I do reflect, I scatter
but never loiter.
I diffract, I refract
But never retract.
When there is a path difference
I cannot stop interference.
In phase constructive, Out of phase destructive.
Nevertheless, I am a detective.
I get reflected, absorbed and transmitted
But still, I am located.
Old phenomena I signet.
Unknown Crystals I detect.
Ruby makes me doubly refracting
To leave me ordinarily and extraordinarily illuminating.
My vibrations can be confined to a plane.
For polarization to find a lain
Without me exploring thing can remain at bay
Nature relies on me to make me a hopeful ray.
Author
Dr. Patankar K. K.
Physicist
Rajaram College.
Kolhapur.
Frederick Waddell
1893-1919
Kathrene Mary cojoled me not to blush.
Blush as red as a boiled lobster.
Kathrene Mary insisted that I not touch.
Touch and grope as a feathered Jove.
In the eternal equinox of April evening,
She gave me a signet ring,
With my initial engraved thereto,
As a token of our tryst together.
“W” reminded me of her,
Her voluptuous facade,
Her voluminous assemblage,
Her robust vanguard,
Of desious daydreams in the suave shadows,
Of amazing nocturnal delights,
Of lickerish ravishments and
Private investigations,
In the astonishing membranes
Of abject titillation.
But let it be known:
I died devastated,
Devastated that I never beheld
My sweet son and daughter,
Devastated that I never beheld
The sagging bosom of old age.
And now here in my grave,
I blush for the worms.
A blue-green jewel in a starry sea
was left for them to care and keep
But ants upon the floating ball
were pirates and denied it all
The sky spoke on, the earth still stood
The blinded said they understood
But every word was dripping blood
The sapphire blackened, crimson grime
Tears can’t remove in all this time
Tears of stars and purer eyes
Blood of innocence and lies
Graffiti nameless on their walls
Behind them every vandal smiles
and shakes a fist at weeping skies
The jewel dies
But a shadow cuts the shade and light
invades the labyrinth of hate
‘Cross the heart of adamant
A signet stamped - a claim is made
And deeper red makes paths for tears
Once and now for hurting years
Rebels come to heal
An unsociable, ill bred, unrefined man.
And his captious, callous, long-suffering, old spirit.
Cadaverous and frail amidst the morning walk of thier land.
Wheezing from the years of cylinder embers burnt in hand.
His quivering digits, gesturing openly to his coat pocket.
As he stops to gaze and take in, the wide open grand.
He pulls out a letter, kept in form by a dark green signet.
And now slowly he begins to unroll the leaflet.
Replaced by the paper now, are the open fields.
His hazel brown eyes, entranced by the letter held so dear.
Its now captured him, as a poem hes revealed,
and his face remarks a wound unhealed.
Brother, have i done wrong?
Am i supposed to feel strong?
Your pendulum stopped by my own hands.
Brother have i done wrong?
Am i supposed to feel strong?
For now im alone, to wonder these lands.
Brother, have i done wrong?
The brightness of the grand now lyes on the mans eyes.
Clouded, blurry, teard up sky, a floating feeling of lost goodbyes.
Now tendered from emotion, there he stood.
To live in the day his brother died.
I know I don’t always tell you
How you make me feel,
The ways that you make life better,
The joy and hope you bring
With the love that inspires the twinkle
Lighting my eyes, the shimmering
Smile that reminds me you’re the why
Behind all my dreams, my feelings
That believe there is a reason
For everything that comes, every
Struggle, every worry, and especially
The wonders that I know will always be
A part of the world where you bring
Wisdom and joy, serenity
Overflowing – like streams of light
Erasing the shadows of a dark night
I know I don’t always let you know
The way you quiet the sorrows,
The way you inspire the heartfelt love,
The way you remind me to listen –
To the welcoming song of believing
In love that is kind and giving, love
That reassures and reaches beyond all
The darkness, into the breathless miracle
Peace that is forever blessing my life
With the grace, the faith – the stirring of
A connection, a bond that is sewn together
By the love and kindness that is your
Signet, like the fragrance that brings a memory…
You are the scent of love
Pouring out more light than the darkness can destroy,
More love than fear can erase, more of us…
Is the music beneath the song I sing when I say –
My love for you is filled with notes of heaven’s bouquet,
The sweetness of feelings blessed by God’s grace
Turning this blank verse kaleidoscope towards
The ageless mountaintops....
Sealed aneath sine die scrolls amid
Probities as brass; calliope signets
Upon the colligere pages yet to be crafted
Afore....
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....Sirius, whom gazes from above!?
Note: Smile ~ "A Signet of 'Love,'" John!:) ~
Oh, America,
my beloved America.
The world owns your soul,
and chortles as catastrophe comes.
Bartered was your legacy,
for riotous living,
and pottage no longer gratifies
your innards cravings.
Terrorist lambaste your innocent,
and spread false doctrines.
Fear and anxiety hold you captive,
casting foreboding shadows o'er your land.
As a mongrel wallowing in its vomit,
so it is, you and your sin.
Having no vision of signet ring and fatted calf,
your robe now drapes a self righteous frame.
Has the line in the sand been crossed?
While your flag still flies, the eagle soars,
and your Statue of Liberty stands erect,
return unto the father.
Oh America,
my beloved America,
God loves thee more than I.
Excerpts of dark, encrypted passages
from the Book of Ghetto Proverbs
If you step to me, you’re gonna step in it
It’s best to step back ...
let repelled pride manure gap forget
Token retrograde crab attack:
moonwalk reverse stride in full effect
Lower the stylus voice at shame’s behest
With ring finger pointed down
in muted decibel regret
Verbal slam defeat,
pulmonary cowardice on auto-silence reset
Feeble fetal heartbeat —
Void sound of a prone position sour signet
Turntable retreat ...
hand spoke lies get stagger lip diamond bit,
so scratch the truth anyway you wanna spin it
Twas nineteen seventy-six and myself a mere seventeen years of age
Autumn's quickly bringing to yet it's close, her bicentennial's celebrations
Going solo crashing their university's party once again; an outcast as quite shy
Just odd it seems a poor kid trying to fit in; better, wishing to be loved or, belong ?
Having tasted this glimpse be hope his yearbook, at fifteen and what girls had written
Trodden by life the lost child sleeps truth, never have they awoke ? Reality but fragments
As dreams still today while some contemplate she serves nay, their failure onus premeditates....
Signet heart, twained tours love's asylum: less this night, vodka in lemonade her blonde, a brunette.