Best Solidify Poems
"And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves..." - Virginia Woolf
When sun grows stingy in the sky
melancholy wilts happy flowers
summer’s long days will be fading away
when trees announce fall’s coming
in their brightest attire
Gold and Crimson waltz
in autumn’s cooling breezes.
Pumpkins wear strange grins!
Summer’s obituary
by this time has been planted.
when rivers and lakes
solidify into ice . . .
december skates in
September 16, 2020
for Brian Strand's
Completely Your Choice (22)Any Form AnyTheme Poetry Contest
Categories:
solidify, autumn,
Form:
Verse
For Kyle, My Darling Son
When four, I knew my soul had claustrophobia in it.
More than once it has caused me public panic fits.
Once, I declined a job located in a super high rise
for fear it would sway or rock me to an awful demise.
As cures I plan no coffin, avoid full planes, tight spaces,
roof edges and elevators with terrifying glass faces.
Often before sleep, I think the devil visits from hell.
He attempts to solidify my fears of sorrow that dwell
on my Mother’s death which is a normal eventuality
and my treasured love’s death which none can foresee.
I can bid the devil to depart back to dark fairly easily;
changing my head's channel is a successful remedy.
But I cannot grasp, shake, rationalize or compromise make
a fear that causes my angst to quake, my emotions to break.
I turn to God in constant prayer, seeking my answer there.
I ask God for His soothing and a solution He will share.
Thoughts of my challenged son’s life after I am gone
grow my despair and tears from the worry they spawn.
Who will hug him good night and then again each dawn?
Who will love him to ensure his self-value dwells on?
He will need a loving touch and acceptance to lean on.
I fear and hurt, knowing such blessings are not foregone.
I would rather be sealed in a coffin on a roof way high
than my precious one be love abandoned after I die.
Categories:
solidify, angst, child, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
What is it like to be a sex god?
To know the exact spot that will rock their worlds in ways
never seen before and never seen again, their parting words,
You are a God!
.
To have them scream your name, knowing
as soon as they’re gone you sit alone,
eating cold spaghetti from a can,
as you continue to detach yourself from
another emotionless encounter.
Nonetheless, they know you’re a god.
.
What is it to be this god with
so many lovers yet never knowing some names,
or what should solidify what you’ve shared?
The object of their fantasies yet to never see
“I love you” in their eyes, or hear it from
the lips of one lying beside you the next morning,
for there’s no one there.
.
What is it to be a sex god ruling none
for once those words are uttered, their worship is gone.
The god who rules universes of lust
where stars flash but never ignite,
leaving blackened skies crying out for full moons.
The god who has never felt another’s heart beat against his own,
who cries himself to sleep for the mistakes he’s made,
longing for the anticipation of 1,000 kisses that stand still in time?
.
I am this god, and I stand alone.
Categories:
solidify, angst, lifegod, god, universe,
Form:
Narrative
Joe The Plumber announced he was runnin' fer Congress the other day!
Congratulations, Joe! You the man! Fer you I shout, "Hooray!"
Tell 'em like it is as you did with Obama - show 'em you won't be outdone!
And, Joe, take yer plumbers' kit - you'll need it to repair the damage done!
Include screwdrivers to tighten the screws on higher taxes and spendin',
And yer biggest wrench to shut off the flow of governmental lendin'!
Take yer solderin' arn so as to solidify warm relationships with yer peers,
And a pipe cutter to cut off zany filibusterin' that is tiresome to yer ears!
You'll need a hundred rolls of duct tape to stem the flow of inane babble,
And gallons of Liquid Plummer to unclog the stalemate of that useless rabble!
A good pipe wrench will come in handy to tighten the discipline in that 'joint',
And a twelve-foot stepladder to rise above that rotten mob to make yer point!
Joe, show 'em what real 'change' is meant to be with a new 'shower' of hope!
Flush political correctness down the john that's gotten us on this slippery slope!
Be sure to take yer roto-rooter and clean the sewer that is Washington, DC!
Use yer most powerful hose to flush the whole mucked-up mess out to sea!
Robert L. Hinshaw,CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
solidify, funny, political,
Form:
Rhyme
Darkening of the land of man
Shadows pool into wells as gloom
Solidify into the things best left unseen
A thing from a different realm
A different reality
The coming Doom.
A realm between what is known and unseen
We are of this life
We are in the weakening world
The walkers in daylight
Maybe its’s death
But we are only one side of the coin
We are of one world and our souls the other
The only thing that keeps the worlds apart
A thing unseen as thin as smoke
An elusive as a shadow.
Maybe its’s death
Not much separates the two
A heartbeat away
A second reaction
A Fatal attraction
A crash, a drowning, pull of the trigger
A moment in between one thing
And the next a season of shadows
or light everlasting.
Maybe its’s death, maybe not
What is the difference?
The thin veil between realities
A shifting between the seen and unseen
In one moment we are talking to our love
The next they are gone beyond where we can transverse
maybe it is Death?
Or a voyage we sea in deep dreams.
Darkening of the land of man
Shadows pool into wells as gloom
Solidify into the things best left unseen
A thing from a different realm
A different reality
A realm between what is known and unseen…
The coming Doom.
Categories:
solidify, absence, adventure, allegory, allusion,
Form:
Free verse
You hold my hand
aware of capacity
for bonding
hands can do that
fingers fond conduits
palms firm suctions
of secure presence
hands yielding
while they also solidify
the mystery of divine
grasp – adhesive nature
of caring touch, giving
while receiving
taking possession with
tender balance of freedom
Love need never hurry
ageless and timeless
the Royal Flush of Hearts
Categories:
solidify, feelings, friendship, heart, love,
Form:
Free verse
The frost is in my toes,
riming the up tilted boulders,
and twinkling the night sky,
like a cold breath blown
and whooshing clear off the plateau into the arms
of the universe.
Ah, standing still is spinning
all axis in step to be motion free except the heated
breath of the stars condensing and exploding.
Just diamonds or dewdrops,
a taste of eternity
swallowed.
Analyzed.
Understood.
And gone.
Me scrunching down, counting the meter
until full exposure.
Listening for the mating cries
of crickets absent in the last dying down of autumn.
I hold onto my self, then.
Great big hug and release.
Fall into the tumble of earth churned rock.
No one
but me
to see the castaway burning through
to my side. Call them meteorite, spore, seed planted
for tomorrow traveling the empty spaces of time
wondering when, how, where the tick tick tick
of radiation
changes our bodies and our minds.
To be melted down, patted onto others, cataclysmic
blown and find a way to solidify, decorate
and blaze.
Categories:
solidify, introspection, nature, seasons, space,
Form:
Free verse
Clouds drift slowly like soft tissues across the lonely cold face of the crying moon,
absorbing its golden tears and leaving the night painted in ebon darkness.
Darker still on Halloween, the ethereal shadows seem to solidify and come to life
taking labored breaths, pulsing and writhing, in the changing lamp light's starkness.
He is the shadow, ancient as the contorted limbs on the twisted leafless trees that cast
grotesque shadow puppet silhouettes against the canvas of the sky. Need palpitating,
he remains melted in the corner of the cemetery behind the church's old bell tower.
How long he has been here he can not remember, sitting and waiting, always waiting.
He hungers for emotion and savors each delectable morsel, anger and hate has a delicious taste,
so creamy like freshly churned butter, but lust is his desire, his deepest craving
and what he waits for this night, as he licks from his gnarled hands the sticky remnants
of blood and doomed soul of his latest victim as he lay in the filth of the street raving.
Remaining hidden in his favorite haunt, the alley by the graveyard where few people pass,
only the most deviant come, muggers, murderers and ladies of the night, the ultimate chocolates.
The dulcet sound of epicene heels echo on the pavement near him, the beautiful vamp
her prey in tow, unaware she's on tonight's menu, moves into the shadows... as he waits.
10/05/15
Categories:
solidify, dark, halloween, horror,
Form:
Quatrain
THE MELTDOWN.
Like a dark cloud in a distant,
It hung overhead for ages,
Everybody saw it coming,
Nobody was prepared for its coming.
It came like a heavy down pour,
Yet nobody went out with an umbrella.
The height of human folly,
Wishful thinking on the altar of reality.
It started with an overwhelming intent,
The desire to take blindly,
An inordinate thought fuelled by greed,
A choice that handed judgment on mankind.
First the jar could only contain one hand,
Soon more hands needed more cookies,
Later the cookies couldn’t satisfy the hands.
So the hands in the jar got stuck.
Thus started the journey of squander,
“Taking it all” dreams the winner,
In its wake came shattered hopes,
Slain dreams on the plains of avarice.
Blame it on the bankers,
Blame it on the politicians,
Blame it on the immigrants,
Blame it on the society but me.
Dreams turned into illusions,
Blames ,trading openly like stocks.
Blue chip dreams trading for nothing.
The result of mans misadventure.
All hope is not lost thus no more blames,
Since nobody is without blame,
We can all fix that which is broken,
It’s not too late to solidify that which we collectively melted.
Categories:
solidify, society,
Form:
Free verse
The breeze of the morn she sought.
Her eyes were wild, as she thought.
Her hands tremble like a leaf on a tree.
She marked her steps silently.
Sylphlike is her frame.
She was a lady not a dame.
Within a distance, she looks back.
The mansion, she found, was in blackness.
So many skeletons remain.
Her cape begins to skein.
Angst, she releases a sigh.
The tears she would cry.
Lithe, she bends,
as agile as the breeze as the wind.
Interchangeability she disallows,
as she raised her head up to the clouds.
Perhaps, she thinks, life has been lived.
Ideology misconstrued she perceived.
This lady was once of rank.
But, now her spirit sank.
No authority does she has.
Moreover, no one cares.
The breeze of morning she seeks
to find inner peace.
Her story, she feels, must not be shared
too much pain to reveal.
She will not let the world in.
A dead life ends.
The beginning of a generation is her discourse.
She will stiffen her backbone and reform.
Solidify from the melodrama, she walks within determination.
Her ideas begin to form via life manifestations.
She hears the past as if it was now.
She frowns and shouts aloud.
“Why has my life defeated me?”
The vision recedes and she feels that victory is guaranteed.
“Who will cut me down?”
She ponders, as she turns around.
She had secluded herself to well.
She was not the one to change that.
"When my existence," she reflects, "is so well kempt
idiosyncrasies are mine to consider."
Remoteness defines the trees.
She has entered the morning breeze.
Pulling her cape close,
she breathed in to establish hope.
Via internal dialogue she spoke.
“I must linger in the unknown.”
________________________|
PENNED ON AUGUST 17, 2014!
Categories:
solidify, age, angst, cry, deep,
Form:
Rhyme
Elements Part 3: WATER - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Davey
I've seen pictures but never the authentic beauty,
for one can never explain such flowing cascades,
Niagara Falls has stolen my sadness while broody,
what a marvel mother nature has made.
Wonder one of the seven seen within earth's creations
Above Lake Erie bordering Canada while cascading
Torrents of Niagara Falls impermeable from hydration
Exquisite attraction in America, I watch the cataracts fading
Rain and snow activate the collecting of precipitation
Falls of water chute down strong, my essence serenading
All the spectacles have exceeded my curious expectations
Lingering tourists are enthralled, streams can be persuading
Latitude of distance the water enforces without explanation
Watching the strong current energize while it invigorates,
I wonder what the crystallization would look like if the falls could solidify.
I can't imagine seeing a single glimpse as the frosty snow saturates.
In wintry weather the streams don't freeze; requisite while the falls mystify.
~Date Written: April 2, 2016~
Categories:
solidify, nature, water,
Form:
Verse
If the results of my actions accurately measure my competence.
Why shouldnt pride solidify my accomplishments?
Haunted with the feeling of being mislead.
But realistically, how could the situation be misread?
I gave freely of myself, yet it still cost me.
Yet, you were the biggest loser, being you lost me.
Trying to recover time, forced to retreat in space.
Evidence of long cried tears streaking my face.
Rage barely contained inside a cracced vessel.
Explode to episodes, lest the heartache settles.
Offered a new life, in exchange for tears.
And still was bothered in spite of impatient years.
Inevitable to lose, just dont lose the lesson.
Afford to miss opportunities, but dont miss the blessing.
You can't enjoy a nice day dwelling on fears of rain.
So, i'll maintain my smile, even through tears of pain.
Categories:
solidify, encouraging, strength, truth,
Form:
Lyric
Word Association List – Q & A
QUESTION ANSWER
God - Perfect (Saves people from falling off the Earth into the void)
Corn Flake- Milk (You can swim in it but it is too cold and murky)
Pope- Holy (Holds up the Vatican with his staff with the help of gravity)
Bottle- Half full (Normally filled with liquid but sometimes boats)
Puppy- Warm (They run in the sun and pee on the floor)
Rapist - Evil (Have reptilian brains smaller than their *****)
Marble- Glass (Kind of roundish…roll around until they are found)
History- Mundane (Filled with holes of all sizes)
Life- Air (Keeps people going until they stop, to play and work and procreate)
Food- Pizza (One slice or two…similar to life with a beer or coke)
Tattoo- Ink (Comes with no instructions, looking for bodies to occupy )
Snow- Pure White (Love and hate in one big ball of winter)
Women- Perfection of nature (They collect coins, children, men and hair products)
Men Utilitarian (They are collected by women as a novelty)
Buttons- Up and Down (They are also found on coats and gowns.
Some can be pushed in the wrong way,)
Death- Mystery (It is only done once….and not by choice)
Math- English (2 languages that never married)
Time- Motion (Similar to arithmetic but comes with much more ticking)
Love- Women (They are a knife without the handle, without the blade
for pleasure)
Philosophy- Existence (Keeps the mind in an ocean that sways this way and that)
Words- Thoughts (Should be kept in the refrigerator to solidify)
Lists- Paper (Connecting tissues of issues with well wishes. Never delicious)
Numbers- Digits (They all serve a purpose in their own unique small way)
End- Now (It is the right thing to do and the right time to do it)
*Everything seems to be in order. Everything seems to be normal. That will be $2,000.00. See you next week... "Thank you Dr. List!"
Categories:
solidify, adventure, beauty, creation, fun,
Form:
List
The Observer
So maybe the stars aren't as bright and my eyes don't shine like the past. Enticing are the stars, infinite in the sky. They are the closest thing to magic within sight. We may never reach them but that alone grabs our attention. Then the clouds look so white but in an instant can dim down to a dark gray. White clouds are intriguing because we may never touch them and they never are what we imagine them to be. The moon is our only light when skies go black. Reflections on a river save us from night terrors. And we hear of the people who walked on the moon. "Heroes to science" we think. And the skies may not be clear today or tomorrow. The world may feel tilted on it's axis. You're foundation may crumble and you're future may shatter. A hurricane may wreak havoc without remorse. You mustn't chase storms in hopes they will recover. You mustn't walk into Hell if you realize there may be no returning. And you may have reached rock bottom. You're dignity feels like vapor but solidify hope in yourself that you will be the storm to recover, the one to touch the clouds, the dreamer to catch the raining stars. Stars aren't rare to the human race. Success isn't unheard of. Clouds aren't always gray. The world may return to equilibrium. And when Hell knocks, you know not to answer. And when you chase storms, you'll stop and turn around. The pieces left behind the storm become materials for the next great success.
Categories:
solidify, bereavement, break up, destiny,
Form:
Free verse
Sometimes you don't need to be right
If you are right all the time
does that mean you are perfect?
No chance
Only God is ever perfect
So don't even attempt
The quest is likely driving you crazy
because it is not meant to be
You are not meant to be
always trying to find the perfect solution
perfect way
perfect route
perfect no where
if you asked me
I could have told you that a long time ago
God will always try to outdo you
Whatever it is
Did I say "try"?
No my friend
Not "try"
He will outdo you
Don't even bother
Ahh perfection
Who needs it?
It's a lost cause
Know which way to go?
So how do you supposed to find the perfect way
See?
I will let things go which way
And see if that's the way
I am being rebellious
No that's called
'Go by the leading of the Holy Spirit'
It's not up to me to find the way
It's up to me to listen
to modify
justify, edify
But not to identify
solidify, clarify
It is up to God
The job is His
and His alone
Don't ever forget that
And we don't have a problem
Or do we have a problem?
Or problems?
Try to tell that to the Man
He's been telling us that for years
"The heart of man plans his way
But the Lord establishes his steps" (Proverbs 16:9)
"Our God is in the heavens; He does all that He pleases" (Psalm 115:3)
Isaiah 14:24 "The Lord of hosts has sworn
'As I have planned, so shall it be
and as I have purposed, so shall it stand',"
So you see
- the job is His
Categories:
solidify, faith,
Form:
Free verse