Best Sub Poems
Sub-atomic particles
the atoms they form
molecules, cell organelles
cells, machinery of life
organs, organisms
communities and ecosystems
planets, solar systems, galaxies
galactic clusters and their inverse
black holes the doors to other
universes, a contradiction
in terms.
For language and its shadow
consciousness must hold matter
the material world snugly inside concepts
theories and hypotheses to be
experimentally verified using vision
and the other senses, collecting data
and interpreting the known facts
accumulated over time.
Can matter
exist without a consciousness to behold it?
Believing in
our mortality (the species)
we have created God
(a supreme being)
probably not carbon-based
to encompass every universe
but is God
inside or outside
consciousness? Can God
tell us what to do
or must we tell God
alone
what to do?
Here is ego
projecting personality, exerting force
on community, asserting the existence
and predominance of component DNA.
An already hackneyed theory that DNA
survival drives
procreation, personality, savings bonds
everything but poetry (most poems included).
Mustache, cowboy hat
horse whisperer, gulag master
Odysseus, King Lear
salvation in the details.
Yes, these personalities individual and interesting
as opossum, bear
oak and ash
beech nut, pine cone
Grand Canyon sandstone, Green Mountain granite.
When winters sub-zero arrives !!!!
Attention Homeless !!!
For your survival !!!
For you, who have been forced – by the hand of fate,
by circumstances beyond your control or by your choice
to live in the arms of Mother Nature, the shelter of a derelict house
- no longer a home – or some abandoned building on the fringes.
Come winters coldest dance ( minus six degrees Celsius )
you will be able to find warmth, comfort, shelter and compassion
from the harsher elements of winters by attending
Our Lady of Fatima’s – Knights of Columbus Hall,
located at the corner of Shaughnessy and Fraser in PO CO .
A notice will be posted on the door of Share’s Food Bank,
Trinity United Church 2215 Prairie Avenue Port Coquitlam
when this shelter will be provided for your benefit.
Please pass the word along to those you know
whom we may not reach through our network.
Prepared for winter of 2004 by
B. J. “A” 2
May 24th 2014
You call up and say:
“Hello, how are you today?”
I’m dead and rottin’ away,
But my droid is pretty bright,
It answers “I’m all right!”
You celebrate the bi-centennial,
And call up your oldest serving menial:
My spirit is hardly congenial,
But my droid is going strong;
It accepts congratulations from the throng.
So when all is said and done,
I’ve been dust on the floor of sub-station one
Twenty-three revolutions of the sun.
Your polite query is replied,
By the droid who inherited my pride.
Originally published:
Clarke, R. (Ed) The Mentor 87, July 1995, fanzine published by Ron Clarke, Sydney, Australia, [Archival copy available online at http://efanzines.com/Mentor/TM87COMP.pdf].
My sub-division is called the place of old people
There’re no young people in their formative age
With no kids but only single mom or dad in ample
Known as the place of aged people of suffrage.
There’re no young people in their formative age
To regenerate returning to their homes in picture
Known as the place of aged people of suffrage
With no ambitions of the present or the future.
To regenerate returning to their homes in picture
No grown-ups with fervent hope and ambition
With no ambitions of the present or the future
But it’s place the with self-obsessed bohemian.
No grown-ups with fervent hope and ambition
Bothering no more for diapers no happy mother
But it is the place with self-obsessed bohemian.
To take children around to play no happy father.
Bothering no more for diapers no happy mother
With no kids but only single mom or dad ample
To take children around to play no happy father.
My sub-division is called a place of old people.
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Rhyme Scheme: ABCD, BEDF, EGFH, GIHJ, ICJA.
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Seventh place winner
Dr. Ram Mehta
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Attractive, tall, well muscular and good looking is Mr. Regiani
a beating drum's aura and the charisma of a violin choir
chooses the stars to interact without the need of a telescope
and always in purchase of suits with their own natural fragrances
a mister in the hearts of all in the neighbourhood
not strict, just so selfish, self righteous and domineering
friends with like minds top his priority to his own children
invited guests flocking in to make some of his sons illegitimate
all eyes must turn away from the east because he sees west
all hearts must stay hopeful and dry because his drinks alone
a family so complete and balanced, his uncommon blessing
yet stirs terribly to an ultimate scatter using his own hands
cry after cry, opponents form on both sides of his partition
he then eats and make merry while the least of his blood lie sick
turning a human to camel, the victim comes from near his bedroom
lines up his seedlings to inhale the fart of his rude gaseous release
encouraging mediocrity for the productive to pay heavy taxes
a son grows from boy to man, nurturing the hate of this identity
nature and life stand with him to use history’s angry signature
he stays in the heated court to successfully change his surname
development comes with freedom
but not without sacrifices and determination
mr. Fariba’s liberty and new identity are expressed
as he conquers his father’s heartless dominance.
Tried to resist the temptation
But my will is not that strong
Tried to push you away
But found myself holding on
And now I’ve gone too far
There’s no turning back
It’s all gonna fall apart
So I just live in the this moment
It feels so wrong
My guilt consumes me
You already belong
To somebody that’s not me
Yet still I lie here in your arms
Cause there’s nowhere I’d rather be
I meant to cause no harm
But that’s all I seem to be doing
I’ve always felt so drawn to you
Since the moment that we met
I could tell you felt it too
Couldn’t get the thought out of my head
Or the way your eyes undressed me
From all the way across the room
A look that’s so compelling
What else was I to do
Now I can’t help myself from falling
Though I know how foolish it is
I Try to pretend it’s not her calling
As you switch your phone to silent
But I can’t hide that I’m affected
It’s smeared across my every thing
This secret must be kept one
So it sits inside me festering
And I don’t even have the right to hate you
It isn’t me you’ve been doing wrong
It’s her to which you've been unfaithful
This is something I have known all along
Still my heart aches like it’s broken
I feel like I don’t know myself anymore
Hard to believe this is the path I’ve chosen
I’m nothing more than a home wrecking whore
But even with that knowledge
I can’t keep away from you
Your love provides me with little solace
Only leaves me sad and confused
And though I hurt
Woe is not mine
It belongs to her
The one you call wife…
AMASOWONMWAN
At arm's, I am but your brethren,
Ne pas comrade
Pour food, most have sold
Their Honors for gold
Others, a pot of pottage
The tree only bends to the wind
Because it doesn't know how to do otherwise
Ainsi be wise, precautions taken
Births no aftermaths
You are not your father's son
Lest, you wear the family's emblem
Upright;
Off white greyish, ripen with time
Solely relying on faith
Hoping for the best,
Yet ignoring all good
Seeing nothing right with better.
Amasowonmwan
Strangers shan't lay a curse on you,
Nor take your portion
A few know your real names?
Iten edo
Even the gods forbid that a father bury a son
But then also
The child is the father of the man
Alright?
The darker the skin colour
The deeper the roots,
For sour sweet tastes the truth
Like rumor, solid liquid smells it flavour
Symbolisms of our ancestral struggle.
Fear what you know
Not the unknown,
All these and more
Are reasons why people drown
At ovia river.
ghops
The librarian was granted leave
And so the sub walked in
I find it hard to trust teachers
But this sub was one of a kind
Friendly, nice, Like subs are
she recognized my talents
Opposed to the regular librarian
Mean and Strict
From the day that sub walked in
My time at the library changed
I bonded with this sub
I was ready to consider her a friend
But It had to happen sooner than later
Without saying goodbye
She left the School and gave us back our librarian
Our Cold, Bitter librarian
Shes gone now
Back to normal
I miss her
So do my friends
But she's not coming back
The librarian knows I miss her
Not that she cares
And there's a lot I would do
Just to tell her whats on my mind
:'(
Watching that body aren't you now?
Want the best body around the town?
All you gotta do is eat what's free
this delicious bite has no fat calories
What's it called? " Sub Salad"
Come on Dudes "Sub Salad"
Let me here it again "Sub Salad"
Want something make that body pretty?
Want something delicious OMG?
All you gotta do is eat what's free
this delicious bite has no fat calories
what's it called? "Sub Salad"
Come on Dudes "Sub Salad"
Yummy yummy yummy yum yum yum
yummy yummy yummy yum yum yum
Sub salad Sub salad no fat calories
no fat calories nosiree!!!
In the brief gestation of a moment
some dark force curled in you infected me;
I didn't notice and could not prevent
the surge of misdirected energy.
Nomadic offspring populated nerves;
I felt their static move beneath my skin
disrupting confidence in my reserve
to be resistant in the face of sin.
Perverted riddles scribbled through my veins
condensing muscle into knotted flesh
confusing lines between my wrath and shame;
electrifying me with raw distress.
I hate the victim I’ve become so much,
the way I break all circuits to and from
the woman-child that shrinks away from touch
not to be pressed beneath another’s thumb.
But now this restlessness; it germinates
into a blooming sub-species of fire
with tongue-like tendrils indeterminate;
its petals arced like wombs around my ire.
My scorn is deeper than your shadow's fall
my tears more shallow than the hate I nurse
I'll never march with vengeance, but I'll crawl
up in your shadow, be your telltale curse.
I'll be the fuse that flares from time to time
to fill you full with helplessness and fear
and I'll confess your sins, your sordid crimes
to damn your life with many empty years.
Live on! I'll be there in your wickedness,
a battery of rage you cannot see,
a coiled current poised to cause distress...
the way your deathlessness has been to me.
The fated time has now arrived
My thin illusion cracks and dies
Confused, your eyebrows take a dive
Though shattered mask did never lie
Thick volumes of the things I missed
To flowing dancers, such a gaffe
The choreographer is pissed
With knowing looks, the dancers laugh
Why yes, I heard the thumping drum
It's not as if my ears don't work
Feel free to color me as dumb
There’s no point to explain my quirks
Invariant is this same dance
In social realm, it’s just my luck
The only thing that’s left to chance,
How long ‘til you say “What the heck?”
9/10/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
(needs to be edited...this song looks brilliant at first sight already though)
You vanished from my sight
I’m feeling this sorrow…this neglect already
I will decide to move on today or tonight
I will soon be ready
To run the extra mile
Pick on someone your own size…gravity;
I’m pushing you away from me,
For I’m already doused in dismay
Your sub-zero eyes are snowed under by
Sorrow & Happiness
Now, I see the gray of today
We’re lost, soon to be found…
Just don’t drag me down to your own level,
For my lamentation already weighs a pound –
Are you an angel or a devil ? ? ?
You vanished from my sight
I’m feeling this sorrow…this neglect already
I will decide to move on today or tonight
I will soon be ready
To run the extra mile
With you for a while
Just smile and be with me
Till the end, we’ll be together in unity
We all want love and the ability
To take flight tonight! ~ ~
We all have the strength and capacity
To take fervor-flourishing flight ~
You are a grand, fine light in this world of woe –
Can you help us fight the good fight?
You vanished from my sight
I’m feeling this sorrow…this neglect already
I will decide to move on today or tonight
I will soon be ready
To run the extra mile
With you for a while
Just smile and be with me
Till the end, we’ll be together in unity
Are you a true friend or an undependable foe?
I’m happy-go-lucky-bound and practically unpredictable…
We’re spinning around and round and round…we must search under the table
To uncover most of the clues to the mysteries
In this life that is full of miseries & reveries
I will soon be ready
To run the extra mile
I will decide to move on today or tonight
Although I’m feeling this sorrow…this neglect...this rejection...jaded for life
You vanished from my sight
I predicted you would by catching a glimpse of your sub-zero eyes . . .
Reducing me to tears...
Shedding lies...bringing to life the Lord of the Flies...our hope dries . . .
Now, we're facing our fears
Distracting uncertainty
Distorting all sanity
Inexists one’s guard
And begins to scar
Profoundly ambiguous
Blind-throttled continuous
At once hormones raging
You see yourself changing
Desperation comes naturally
With uncontestable dexterity
Time is the enemy
But bitterly cannot be fought
Rationale defends contradiction
As if life were fiction
Hypocrisy is guilty pleasure
Affection is leisure
This is no violation
Of an obscene relation
Love is beyond explanation
Optimal not with infinite iteration
Growing Up Sub-Zero
looking down at all my childhood hero's
lifeline crossing borderlines we immigrant we gotta make our peso dinero
Im growing up in a hot neighborhood yet it can get cold hearted SUB-ZERO.
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