Best Sublimated Poems
For 15 years I have tolerated,
calculated, anticipated, sublimated workplace degradations, derisions,
subversions towards my character,
not today, no more,
yes, my pride has become livid, swollen like a bad bruise on the heart
and I apologize not for my self defense & righteous roil,
I will address you as the mean spirited scoundrels that you are,
no more 'boss - employee' boundry, just one human to another,
No fascade & title to prance behind, no longer above reproach from the lesser,
you are now entering the shock of the 'dead-fall' ,
buck you and your low wages, buck you and your perfect policies,
buck you and your work ethic 'mumbo jumbo',
buck you and the lame insults and false criticisms perpetrated
against my innocence and motivation,
buck you with your attempts to undermine my positive leadership,
buck you and your inconsistent hours
making a God damn yoyo out of me, buck you and your bonuses,
buck you and your preposterous training videos and ridiculous high school uniforms,
buck you and the belittling psychological questionniares connected to your applications,
buck you and your little managerial conclaves
which produce absurd machinations targeting the hourly employees
that make the place profitable,
wipe your cracks with your silly 'write ups' and legal circumspection bull-slit,
I am not your 'bro.' or 'buddy' , and I sure as shout am not your 'honey' ,
not today, not anymore
I will not allow you to treat me as a tool for your benefit,
I will no longer work faster so that you can save money & leave earlier,
you will no longer be permitted to laugh at me without redress,
you are now dealing with a Man, not just another employee number,
don't worry 'boss', I'll continue to work, I'm not gonna 'quit' ,
but I will not work for you, I am going to work with you,
today is a New Day -
J.A.B. Dedicated to all hard working Men and Women -
Categories:
sublimated, business, work, me, work,
Form:
Epic
Love possesses a soul of it's own,
organic and autonomic
It propagate waves of attraction,
moving strangers closer to the sphere of friends
Thus you and I became ...
Feeling the elliptical bond of mutual desire,
we steadily, over time, moved past the platonic,
into the sublimated hot zone of privacy ...
Together alone
I energized into the matrix of you,
and you molecular phased into me
Thus we became one soul entity
I fell into the gravity well of your heart,
and you lessened the density of your core integration ...
letting me easily pass through the membrane of your mind,
by way of mental osmosis
Thus you and I became ...
Our sum greater than our parts,
our combined love weighed greater than our hearts
As I look through your eyes,
I see life in a completely new dimension of sensation
As you gaze through my eyes,
you observe the spiritual revelation of love's elevation
And thus we two became ...
One with the universe
We became
one with all things
last and first
Categories:
sublimated, love, relationship, romantic, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
My tranquil world is trembling
with sublimated anticipation,
I’m losing my footing of romantic resistance
Body shaking is convulsive proof:
equilibrium quaking; off balance, I deduce
Mind trapped in love —
can’t wiggle out ... can’t squirm loose
My feeble objections
are falling through the roof
Wave after wave
moves swiftly beneath my heartbeat
I’m tumbling head over heels,
landing silver rush hard at your feet
And your avalanche of kisses
are beginning to smother me
Only your searchlight of desire
can maiden eyes see
how far I fell ...
As waves of your love
has buried me deep
Wave upon wave,
an earthquake beneath my heartbeat
Save me with a yes,
baby come vow rescue me
This poem was inspired by a poem
penned by the talented poetess, Alexis Y.
Her beautiful poem is titled: "The Pledge"
Categories:
sublimated, allusion, feelings, love, senses,
Form:
Romanticism
fantastic pink clouds
verse has been sublimated~
in heavenly place
Written: February 19, 2023
Categories:
sublimated, appreciation, poetry,
Form:
Haiku
i hate a night as this
minutes turning as the fan
slow and back again
metronomic
lives slipped past each other
spotlights on dark water
arc light dimming
tenebrous
murmured civilities
faucalized voices
whispers in a wine glass
monosyllabic
days years months
rusting like old coins
forgotten in a sewer grate
mineralized
calendar of moments
flying backward and away
burnt years like autumn's leaves
cold smouldered
tannic blood alkali veined
sublimated heart
simmering on a soul's backburner
as I roll back over
to this polar night
Categories:
sublimated, time,
Form:
Free verse
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Categories:
sublimated, anxiety, children, family, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy
leafless boughs;"
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Earth Rips different
Not like cloth
tearing, sharp, painful sounds
Thicker cloth nêe bursts
baritone harshness
Ripping from earth, done
solemnly, knowing greater
calamitous unearthing is
certain, feels like bursting
Buttons, brief Eyelash
Flash of shock, something
missing, phantom pain some
Describe
My drying herbs, roots and all
Gave up this way, by my hand
As the 70' Norway Spruce Pine
in front of 30 Rock NYC
Slowly weeps tears of sweet sap
Squeezed from constricting veins
Machines surprising vast
Vascular networks of life below
Ground
Forced abscission really
Slowly dying, withering, shackled
In stantions for all to admire in
Spectacled holiday lights
Politicians virtue-signal righteous
Uses for its sublimated limbs
Sticks of assorted stature for
Sordid assignments...
I'll spice my curries
with my hand-pulled
Herbs
November
2019
Categories:
sublimated, irony,
Form:
Lyric
Looking at the page of the book
I got to know where our tears went;
were vaporized in the air
Sublimated to be white crystals and snowed;
On a dim stage
These snows were transformed into human figures;
Dancing lightly and solemnly
In a ceremony of purification;
The universe
Wished all the tears of sadness to vanish away;
Wished all the tears sublimated and
All hope for the happiness is heard;
Appreciating the encounter with their dance
I stepped forward
Categories:
sublimated, beauty, dance, happiness, snow,
Form:
Free verse
Fear of the Outsider, the interloper, the alien
Is as old as humanity itself.
Xenophobia doesn’t just apply to someone foreign
And “not like us”,
It applies to anyone who may threaten
Our way of life, the status quo, the norm
And way “it’s always been.”
From local bar to climbing crag, surfing beach,
Ghetto corner, and Union shop floor,
The locals, sometimes multigenerational deep,
Tend to claim their turf
With the worst of human qualities;
Fear and loathing
Sublimated into snide ostracism,
Backstabbing gossip and withering looks
If not fully expressed with seething hate
Slander, bullying and assault.
Meanwhile life goes on for the Xeno
Head down, eyes averted, pathways diverted,
While in their heart
They recognize the love their haters have
For their cherished way of life and ground
Is not exclusive
And no different from their own.
(9/6/25)
Categories:
sublimated, anti bullying, perspective, society,
Form:
Narrative
she's been told
she's not her father's daughter
but she was sure she was going to the gallows
she sneezes painfully into her radio-kerchief
from her nose flow the viromicrochipics
strange voices fill the air
In crescendo and innuendos
applied imagination flash across the sky
leaving the coated sublimated clouds behind
she bursts into cerebral distortion laughter
then a concerted explosive attack
she swallows teledatum tablets to let herself free
the epileptic enticement is let free
euphemisms sublimate into limpid voodoosolvanics
as she quits the homoid essence
and fly into the word in dispersal
Categories:
sublimated, adventure, funny,
Form:
Bio
The Warden is angry again.
He hangs his gun belt outside
the door, and steps inside my
dour cage-
Fist full of razor blades.
I can hear the heavy drops
of mercurial cerise blooming
as it hits the concrete.
"Open your mouth, Son."
My teeth raze through bits of cheek
as they instinctively collide.
Even in the face of a turbid
shadow, I know what is coming- again.
I clench, and push his sublimated
hands away from my throat.
Echoes of laughter illuminate throughout
the Prison; throbbing inside my carapace
alongside my heartbeat.
"You know you can't win. You never do."
As my body writhes I can feel the air
in the room dissipating.
A fire begins to kindle in my skull as
a soft hand gently strokes my slick
brow as if to say. "Give in."
And yet, I fight. For hours.
As the echoes only pound harder.
Like the Bodhran drums of my forefathers
whose blood gave me will.
And yet, every man breaks in the face
of Eternity.
Every sin has its cost.
-James Kelley 2018
Categories:
sublimated, deep, depression, fantasy, mental
Form:
Free verse
In the dark alley of time my mind-body duality wanders
With the life stumbling on the hazards of blunders
The frailty of the unknown far-off future destined
Casts shadows of despair on my innate disposition.
I wish a glittering highway appear for me to escape
And I am able to carve for my life an egoistic shape
Configure the earthly elements of desire in essence
Chase the migrating mirage of mundane opulence.
In the entangled landscape of confused existence
I pursue the endless trail of unbound craving
Rambling in the sense wasteland of possession false
I am trapped in the sordid mire of mortal being.
Trying to get released from the captivating clasp
Of karmic destiny, leading to loss of the sense of self
The perception of divine conscience pervades me
I transcend the space-time limits for inward journey.
Detached from the transient life’s enmeshing web
I lose mind-body identity in the sanctum of psyche
Where time is lost in the timeless deep silence
I am then suffused with sublime Sattvaic bliss.
As my soul wishes to serenely unfurl the divine lotus
I perceive His graceful endowment of nirvana
Beautify my sublimated life with heavenly adornment
The absolute then assimilates the aspiring atman.
_______________
December 18, 2022
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Categories:
sublimated, analogy, life, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
Never in the world was there a greater calamity
than those infamous years when they had fought World War Three.
There were cities throughout the world obliterated.
Millions of people’s lives were annihilated.
Only small pockets of civilization remained.
The world as we knew it could no longer be sustained.
Old nations ceased to exist in the new century.
Corporations now prevailed in this society.
Even after the corporations ruled everywhere,
the people would not see the end of global warfare.
Corporate wars took their toll on the population.
These struggles exacerbated the devastation.
The numbers of peoples were grossly decimated.
Somehow, hostilities had to be sublimated.
The corporations would invent an ingenious thing,
a brutal team sport that is played on a banked track ring.
Heavily armored men on cycles and roller skates
compete against each other to determine their fates.
The teams both attempt to retrieve a shot put-sized ball
of steel, and throw it into a goal to win it all.
The action is so intense; the crowds are so enthralled.
This is a deadly game. Rollerball is what it’s called.
Based on the 1975 film "Rollerball"
Categories:
sublimated, fantasy, science fiction, sports,
Form:
Rhyme
She knows from an early age, her mother’s hand upon her shoulder, she
Understands what is expected, what is right, what her role is: to be
Below those who bald, who wear one ring as opposed to two, their
Limbs a marionette - to nod, to lay, to cook, to clean, to breed, to smile, to
Imitate the lines their mothers recited faultlessly year after decade, keeping the
Machinery of society greased and oiled, to have it constantly out of their own reach, like
Autumnal leaves tossed and flung with the carefree nativity of a boy as yet unaware he’ll one day
Trace a girl’s worth with the inks of innocence not experience, the arts of appearance not career;
Engineered to listen, to nod, to support those who create their own problems - yet silently she’ll
Dominate those who dominate, she’ll surreptitiously eye other women equally tired, equally ready.
Categories:
sublimated, emotions,
Form:
Acrostic
Suspended moments between the lines,
my mind now lost in space
Sublimated syntax buried deep,
my spirit free to race
The light unfiltered, the sound of horns,
my body starts to rise
The ink is calling, my pen in hand,
new words at last—arrive
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Categories:
sublimated, words,
Form:
Rhyme