Best Siphoned Poems
Siphoned light gropes passengers
Hopeful for luminescent hearts,
Arching underneath bombazine drapes
Dusted with passionate legacies
Of original sin and the primogeniture son,
Wicked for nighttime plots savouring
Spicy love, exponential in a vivid darkness.
Categories:
siphoned, love, mystery, passion,
Form:
Acrostic
The Fountain
Where have you been my love
Did the hours slip from the pools of your thoughts
To go wandering heights in vacant skies
Did they capture their images on high
As you floated through the siphoned mist of your dreams
I stood on the golden rim
Where comes this shimmer quiet in your eyes
Did the blessed heavens kiss away your sadness
Flushed you seem with a new coy brilliance
Coquette by your demeanour disregards my question
I drank from a sacred stream
This sleeping softness sensual pressed to warmth
Pervades the corners of your mouth; teasing brigands
Have those loose moments retaliated their freedom
And gathered the snippets of lust once again into ragged ball of passion
I lay naked in the dust
The tip of your finger is playing upon a pharyngeal string; my love
Purring cat you are stretched bare skinned on a Persian rug
Your playful whispers intone in those exquisite curves
Flexing white porcelain opening of slow swan wings
And I held the source spring of my heart
Impatient now edges the tangled slides of your auburn curls
This gesture turns your shoulder; from behind lowered lashes you look
A predator’s toy in scratching claws lays its throat willingly bare
Ready to be devoured by a single word; of love
I stepped from the golden rim
Your palms carry the visions you have seen entranced
Coursing through your touch with eclectic imagery
There is a moment of succumb, of slavery, in you, my love
Relinquishing all but dignity, proud, honest, capitulation and senses devastation
I drink from the eternal fountain
Categories:
siphoned, love, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
Where is the anger! The rage! And the courage, I expected to see?
Why is everyone so complacent?
Evangelical Christians have endorsed a cheat, a liar, a bigot, and a misogynist
because he's pro-life, God will forgive the rest; hallelujah!
Democracy used to cannibalize democracy; please pass the head of state!
A cult has formed, like the Nazi Youth, who ogled Hitler with worshiping eyes.
Those in charge have stooped so low; that they bow down to this wannabee Fuhrer
with their brown noses prominently showing above their pasted-on smiles!
If you're part of this cult, reason can't save you! You'll die for this trickster!
Chanting NO COLLUSION, NO COLLUSION! Though you know, it isn't true.
As for the rest of you, it's time you woke up!
Wipe off those cynical grins and VOTE, like your voice matters
like your vote matters, like your freedom matters, and pray that they still do!
I'm neither a democrat nor a republican,
I can't stomach the hypocrisy of either party!
As a proud Canadian, I can only empathize with your problem,
but, I'm an impartial observer, immune to the fake news, you might say.
There's no defending this President!
But his Republican stooges, Fox news, and the evangelist elite do just that!
A con-man stole their integrity and bamboozled his way into the White House.
Now, like Russia's Putin, he wants to be king!
And he'll challenge and or change the constitution to make it so!
Where is your anger! Your rage! And your courage?
I hear some Americans praise him like he's the second coming!
And insisting his Presidency was prophesied in the pages of the bible.
In what wacky world is it even possible to venerate Donald Trump
as an instrument of God? Many are oblivious to the truth,
even when his narcissism and hyperbole are so blatantly obvious!
Once more, the human psyche's tapped and loyalty siphoned off
to advance the goals of one corrupt man.
In the words of Jesus, "Father, forgive them for they know not what they do!"
May God have mercy on our souls if he wins again!
(free Verse)
Mar.24, 2018
Categories:
siphoned, angst, anxiety, betrayal, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
That lonely maple tree on the mighty green hill,
still hides my secret letters and beloved quill,
Oh the jubilant friend I'd found on a summer day,
it embraced me with lush branches on heaps of hay.
My hushed fears siphoned by soothing hums of breeze,
forlorn desires weaved into stories of azure seas,
it cocooned my dreams in wisps of green infant leaves,
that sprinkle dew drops when the little robin grieves.
Ambrosial baskets of delicious mangoes that I savor,
it shaded them until you embellished a rosy red flavor,
you slept in my arms as I heard a nervous cuckoo sing,
the maple branches swayed in glee, to love they cling.
Our fingers draped in icy whispers under magenta sky,
at twilight we shivered in the fervent wind to fly,
shooting stars adorned maple leaves on dark nights,
our recluse in golden sequins of blinking silver lights.
It still melts my summer stories on yellowed pages,
leaves marked with your name haven't faded since ages,
tonight I'll dance to rhapsodies of that fiery healing love,
peeping from crevices of leaves to your galaxies above.
June 23, 2020
Summer Love Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
~Winner: 1st Place
Categories:
siphoned, love, memory, summer,
Form:
Rhyme
In these times of darkness, I am struggling to find a light
Everything I once had, dissolved before me through the night.
Words seem so trivial, when in this moment I want to speak,
But would you listen anyway if my thoughts were yours to keep?
Never did I think that you would react the way you did,
Never did I think that I was worthless in your eyes,
Never did I think you could give up on me like this,
Never did I think you were so cold and unfeeling.
I poured out my heart in the only way I could,
But instead of embracing me you siphoned my blood.
Driving a knife through my chest, I’ve never felt such pain,
Now cut out from your life, here I am alone again.
Punishing me for telling the truth,
Punishing me for loving you,
Punishing me for what I cannot control,
Punishing me- I thought you would never do.
You are breaking my heart, I feel at a loss,
Not having you in my life, I feel so empty.
Heartless and horrific, there’s nothing left to say,
So now I’ll let you go, but maybe I’ll love you another day...
Categories:
siphoned, lost loveme, me,
Form:
Thieving Without Conscience
There are thieves, and there are thieves without conscience. ..
Woe to the average Malaysia, of the latter are our elected politicians....
As the US treasury did put it so succinctly that there can be no doubts...
Malaysia as a sovereign nation has been robbed in broad daylight......
By our exalted policians entrusted to uphold our country's economy and its ideals..
By blatantly treating 1MDB as a vessel for securing immense sovereign funds...
And chanelling those funds into privately owned bank accounts...
Colluding with third parties that involved of all things, a so called Arabian prince...
Makes you puke just to think how our corrupted political bigwigs hasten to band together..
Just so that they can cling on to office and indulge in more misuse of power and plunder....
A political purist extols, Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. ..
That sums up nicely the gang of thieves who somehow determines how Malaysia is doing...
Malaysia has the dubious record of being the biggest kleptocracy case in American history...
The sheer magnitud of which involves billions and billions in US currency....
Those who have been following news about the 1MDB imbroglio since a couple of years ago..
Will recall the many evasive statements and misleading answers from 1MDB the vessel...
Through which billions of funds were raised only to be mysteriously siphoned off...
Involving convulated financial transactions that moved chunks of money across nations..
Poor Malaysians, we are still saddled with corrupted politicians and their cronies...
Hoping fervently that the big brother in the US Department of Justice will invoke some miracle...
T
Categories:
siphoned, business, community, dark, leadership,
Form:
Free verse
Across the shadowed byte desert, a lone warrior limped.
Impelled by a spirited misanthropy, he plied the
idle partitions of mind and thirst.
An orphaned amorist, passionate, but alone.
And as he stumbled, the adders whispered hoarsely, and
the diodes siphoned the darkness, revealing the
atrophy, the phantom.
The showering bits, hardwired through his dreams,
despised his trophy; reality.
It was stormy with the pathos of insanity...
---===|||===---
And still, he wandered vainly through this parched land,
searching; His reward glimmering quietly across the code,
which danced between his groping fingers.
Aphorisms roamed in the chaos, and margins shifted
as he compiled the disorder which roared within his mind.
Slowly, his child emerged. At last, execution!
---===|||===---
But the young one, so perfect, so delicate, required more
than he could give. The decision was made...
| end parent process |
Categories:
siphoned, analogy, computer, courage, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
Spray paint your grass!
Tofu all meat!
Borrow their cash!
Glue on eyelash!
YOU REMAIN DISCRETE!
Generic every brand!
Plastic = plant!
Top soil your land!
Fake bake Tanned,
BUT YOU STILL CAN'T!
Zirconium your diamond!
Wig your head!
Fuel you've siphoned!
Use product then refund!
OUTCAST TILL YOUR DEAD!
By Mac :]
Categories:
siphoned, life,
Form:
Free verse
Ssss.....
Splendour smooth sound that sounded severally sometime ago,
Smoothly stealthy sensating my soul.
Sound sounding second by second significantly,
saying ''I love you Thabiso'' not even swallowing a single saliva spit.
Sweet semibreve singsong sounding siphoned from sun set side.
Sexy but not sex slavish,
Just sound sizzling like a snake hizzling.
When slamming slang its signs that theres something serious.
Smooth sound not simple to slay or slip someone slow or solvenly.
Slender with smashing smile and sound splitting my feelings into smithreens.
Soften sonare that sneaks me sodden,meaning saturated.
Souvenir sound deserving sovereign.
Sound sounding smooth like special strings playing in sovereign's ceremony,
spick and span spontaneously stabling spirit putting stamina,
not from stammer but someone stimulating,stupendous,streamlining.
Stereophonic sound that makes me sweat.
I'm not swagging its just that i still remember her sweet swansong swaying
systematic sound as if it sounds from someone from synagogue.
Since from this voice appeared in my dreams.
I stoped snoring and started to have sweet dreams in my sleep.
You will never know when its the end,
but after telling that''I'm in love with the voice''its the end.
This was just a deram
Categories:
siphoned, love, sweet, sound, love,
Form:
Limerick
The government and its people stay on antagonistic sides
but what stimulates the rulers’ infidelity to patriotism
can easily be bought by any, over the counter.
They are desperately in need
of sailors to guide through the storm
yet for some reasons,
nurture a belief of so called anointed but empty vessels.
Structural human developments
siphoned by leadership’s exhaust pipes,
desecrating humanity’s sanctuary
for corruption to sell in wholesale.
The public treasury flows down
non-stop even bypassing its bladder,
as materialism and the quest for good life
break all of conscience’s administrative protocols.
Survival instincts undergo inflation
for civilization to suffer a recession
to this end, unity’s objections are overruled
by Nepotism and favouritism.
Social growth is blocked
and always in need of foreign catheter.
A direct current links poverty to the mindset and way of life,
giving a clear evidence of an economy
in desperate need of reconstructive surgery.
Categories:
siphoned, africa, america, passion, patriotic,
Form:
Chant Royal
Humble,
Rudimentary,
Comfortable clutter to abate fears of agoraphobic stumbles,
A 4x4 white-washed landscape provides the perfect artistic study.
Claustrophobic,
Artificial,
The clean floors become lava so I've practiced my aerobics,
Ugh my artistic inspiration is siphoned by this unfortunately accurate description, an obstinate mockery of my work, look at it sitting there all pompous yet still so superficial.
Blank canvas,
Infinite utensils,
Every little "mess" perfectly fills settles in its stanza,
Of graceful brushstrokes and triumphant crescendos to form my easel.
Insufferable antithesis,
Genocidal doctrine,
Insidiously contagious and unbearably loquacious,
Infecting homes content in their mediocrity and ensembles' sheik rebellious fashion.
A standoff at high noon,
Between libertarian creativity and authoritarian germophobia,
Both sides claiming a fair fight between equal rivals yet they both undermine each other through sabotage and flaunt their charm like geisha,
Who shall I choose?
Eh, I'll figure it out in the morning.
Categories:
siphoned, self,
Form:
Rhyme
Each year
I met September
with its calico seals of Samhain
slain in a fair death
and bled by symptoms of naked hours
and loneliness.
I shivered with
a strange dread,
not of predator or prey
but the threat
of being siphoned too deeply,
into a predictable, mass identity.
I found myself swathed
in an impatient void
where sepia changelings
twisted against wind
in contempt of order
and the chronological sequences
of life and death
and I listened
to the rebellious gossip
of familiar moon-light Chimeras
edged with infant shadows.
I was enchanted
by the chaplains of the night
and the deacons of depression
that taught me a kinship
with black sheep
and the dead.
Perhaps I should have obeyed
the wisdom of the herd,
and worshiped
the pathogenic scriptures
of text-book institutions...
focused my eyes ahead,
my mind on predetermined points
my thoughts on the packaged values
of dead heros.
The world would have loved me
if I had fed into its perception
of human perfection
instead of showing it
its potential for failure...
there are no heroes
without the herd.
I could have left the insanity
of my adolescence behind
instead of clinging to
ashes and an ember
of left-over youth
tucked into a heavy envelope
and sealed with the promise
of an inferno.
Categories:
siphoned, introspection
Form:
Free verse
Dear Father,
There is so much death here
That I dare not breathe
The staggering stench of civility
This scurrilous silence of infamy
Clinging to the remains of children
Now but an empty glare
The sky is a poisonous plume
Drowning the once bellowing sun
As sealed letters of siphoned voices
Trickle beneath the ruddy rubble
Held hostage in dying pockets
Never to be heard by the living
Again
There are bodies in roadways
Tossed like carcasses of meat
Entire families ravaged
Rotting
In crimson soaked ravines
How did it come to this
This blasphemy of blessings
Where nightmares dream of empty beds
And modest meals serve warm faces
That hold the frigid world at bay
Until the widows of war sail
Again
Forgive me
For my pride has forsaken
All that I hold dear
The company of my brothers
The prayers of my mother
The wishes of my father
Which still guide my trembling hand
As these words posthumously breathe
Off the page
I am…home
Categories:
siphoned, death, faith, family, history,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Pour the drips and drops from an iambic alembic,
Evaporations of rosy prose and rhyming thyme,
To concoct within 'ye cauldron what the polemic
Spoons from this soup of poetic slime.
Add a measly mint of menthol wash,
And soul whose siphoned thrice with spices,
To be sprinkled into this soup of squash,
Whose nuts be buttery literary devices.
Boil atop the flames of foul feelings,
And stir in a mirror for imagery,
To reflect on while you're peeling,
Parallel chopped potatoes for symmetry.
Once the brew of poesy stew,
Has come to bubble with inflated diction,
Grab some allusions from whence you grew,
And sprinkle them with hints of your addiction.
What is stew without some cheesy,
Joke, like saying "once upon a thyme",
Or corny lines, like "long ago", are easy,
To discuss some metaphorical mountain climbed.
Top it off with some spoon bending ending,
To baffle those who chew,
On the chunks of messages your poem's sending,
So that they have to guess what's in the stew.
This poem was submitted for a poetry contest sponsored by Cindi Rockwell.
Categories:
siphoned, food,
Form:
Rhyme
Siphoned from tiny jar
The faithful quill shivers slight
Hands of God grab on
Categories:
siphoned, faith, on work and
Form:
Haiku