Best Subtler Poems
There once was a fine buxom lass
who wrote poetry with real class
and though she was sly
real foxxy and why
that fair buxom lass was a gas!
Yes PD was not a late bloomer
her pages were full of rare rumor
she told bushy tales
of boys who ate snails
and ran from the po-po’s cruiser.
Well, foxxy ole PD’s so tart
she raised that low bar from the start
bringin’ on game
no man could tame
Unless, he’s N. Bone-a-part?
So, Linda we beg you to stay
do not leave us alone come to play
streak your hair red
get up from that bed
you know we all love your foreplay!
Tap that type, blow that screen, shred that page
yes, Miss Foxxy the world is your stage
I’m truly amazed
at your subtler ways
Your mischievous heart's all the rage!
What more can I say, I not her proxy
cause all of you know I'm not that foxxy
I’ll have to give in
end up with a grin
and beware of all the kits with her Moxie!
*6 Foxxy Limericks
Categories:
subtler, friendship, funny
Form:
Limerick
Earth element
Driven by instincts feral
Self-centred stance
An animal in human form
Gravity pulled me down
Material possessions
I seized by any means
Territorial behavior
In an imaginary cage
Yet in this density
In moments of silence
Love within stirred
Signalling God's presence
Water element
Lust and domination
Testosterone oversupply
Insatiable hunger
Danse Macabre
Brutal savagery
Plunder, rape, violence
Sadism at it's peak
I dwelt in the darkness
Yet in this density
In moments of silence
Love within stirred
Signalling God's presence
Fire element
Head and heart discord
Chaos and uncertainty
Conflict and self-doubt
Desire entwined with fear
Anger and remorse
Striving for balance
I was blown like a leaf
Powerless but in denial
Yet in this density
In moments of silence
Love within stirred
Signalling God's presence
Air element
A subtler realm
Of vanity and pride
Jealousy and dark envy
I was a black magician
Flickers of recognition
Appeared and disappeared
Whispers of conscience
Were sometimes audible
Yet in this density
In moments of silence
Love within stirred
Signalling God's presence
Ether element
Art and poetry
Grazing the vibrant void
Flirted with the ethereal
Breath by breath thus
Right brain oriented
Selective empathy surfaced
In but not of the world
I had lost my bearings
Yet in this density
In moments of silence
Love within stirred
Signalling God's presence
Epilogue
From gross to the subtle
As yet chained to form
The dance of polarities
Clouded heart and mind
Upon reaching exhaustion
There being no option
I plunged into the void
Relinquishing identity
Here within the bardo
Vaporised as a bliss mist
I became love's elixir
As a witness to myself
10-January-2023
Categories:
subtler, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
BLANK PAGE.
Again I have to cross
A blank page for travel
A wide desert spread
Spaces to far away lands
Which seems even sterner
For the words to instruct
Vehicle of subtler thought
Movement for the select.
Perhaps with a magic
Hand of chance
I will take plunge
Into the inkwell
My fingers wide spread
To write
To find hidden furies
Being born of some dread.
With my solitude
I will come alive
With devilish wide smile
To bail out
Into a liberation
An antiquity of versification.
Categories:
subtler, art, imagination, inspiration,
Form:
Verse
BLANK PAGE.
Again I have to cross
A blank page for travel
A wide desert spread
Spaces to far away lands
Which seems even sterner
For the words to instruct
Vehicle of subtler thought
Movement for the select.
Perhaps with a magic
Hand of chance
I will take plunge
Into the inkwell
My fingers wide spread
To write
To find hidden furies
Being born of some dread.
With my solitude
I will come alive
With devilish wide smile
To bail out
Into a liberation
An antiquity of versification.
Categories:
subtler, beauty, creation,
Form:
Verse
BLANK PAGE.
Again I have to cross
A blank page for travel
A wide desert spread
Spaces to far away lands
Which seems even sterner
For the words to instruct
Vehicle of subtler thought
Movement for the select.
Perhaps with a magic
Hand of chance
I will take plunge
Into the inkwell
My fingers wide spread
To write
To find hidden furies
Being born of some dread.
With my solitude
I will come alive
With devilish wide smile
To bail out
Into a liberation
An antiquity of versification.
Categories:
subtler, art
Form:
Verse
MRS PROTHEROE
The Night Your Landlady Came To Your Room
by Robert Davidson
A loose gown in which her flesh swam free
Fascinated
Your eyes resting diffidently, the full white breasts
The shadowed cleft
Your mind searching the unknown
Hesitated, resisted
Locked within the closed circle of yourself.
Broken into tears
She moaned your name against your mouth
Said her old man had deserted the year before. You saw
Silver tears sliding down the sad moonlit face.
She said you were too withdrawn within yourself =
You kept to your room, too much alone, she said. And so lost
Lying on your bed, reading Schopenhauer late at night
You were reading everything yet could believe in nothing, you said.
She clinging to you with her mouth
Arousing. Inflaming flesh. You losing the will to resist
You would solve the mystery of yourself, you thought
As your bodies took the shapes of passion
You would come out of yourself in this long waited moment.
She searching your boy's body for the lost images of youth
The skin stretching transparently on your ribs
She making a moaning, loving sound
While taking the taste of you with her tongue -
And you holding tightly the muscles of her plump white thighs
As interlocked her body became as one with yours.
When you opened your eyes
Your room. your books still preserved their apparent shapes
Despite long shadows in pools of early morning light
She was as a rock to which we cling, you thought
She was the rock of love
On which we all have founded, you further thought.
And as you wandered deeper into yourself, no longer lost
You felt you'd slithered down a solid slope. sensible
Of a dream-time womb in smooth transparent skin
While she lay prone and spent on you -
And for a moment you felt as wise as God.
Love? - an equation for two bodies -
Or the subtler colloquy of disparate souls?
Copyright 2005
http://www.robertdavidson.blogsource.com
Categories:
subtler, hope, life, love, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Again I have to cross
A blank page for travel
A wide desert spread
Spaces to far away lands
Which seems even sterner
For the words to instruct
Vehicle of subtler thought
Movement for the select.
Perhaps with a magic
Hand of chance
I will take plunge
Into the inkwell
My fingers wide spread
To write
To find hidden furies
Being born of some dread.
With my solitude
I will come alive
With devilish wide smile
To bail out
Into a liberation
An antiquity of versification.
Categories:
subtler, fantasy, happiness, hope
Form:
Free verse
Murder was served at the table.
The fellow is dead, not stable.
Page turned, nothing could be subtler -
Suspicion fell on the butler.
It was the salt and peppering -
It’s clear his oversteppering
was found out this night…all knives out.
Stone cold - the butler gave a shout.
The poison sealed the rim of glass
to coup de gras the loudmouth bass.
Another page was turned, we’d learn
the butler’s dead - a great concern!
The guests, now accuse each other,
but one by one they fall. Bother!
Who hates them all? Who’s caused this strife?
One’s still standing - the butler’s wife!
The reader, glares at the writer,
declares it was a nail biter.
She tells the author to drink up.
He hopes it is a loving cup.
7/21/2022
SPONSOR: Joseph May
Contest: One In Five 2
Chose #2 - SUSPICION FELL ON THE BUTLER
Categories:
subtler, murder,
Form:
Rhyme
finding ourselves here
awareness self-aware
ensouling form feeble
sensory touch external
our lower mind stirring
found ego urges rising
oft against conscience
throttling our innocence
reinforcing this torture
veiling love hues subtler
until we became dead
going where desires led
in cyclic joy and sorrow
fearful of the morrow
anchored in narrowness
living in stuporousness
over time we did realise
that love never does size
playful non-judgmental
ever vibrant and amiable
aglow moment to moment
in joy without abatement
continuum heart centric
imbibing currents eclectic
simply flowing like breeze
we embrace and release
when thoughts disappear
as waves of bliss spear
magically and osmotically
vivifying form beauteously
representing flow of life
devoid of ego borne strife
getting to this recognition
we opt for polarity rotation
resting thought fragmented
identity driven and limited
releasing flow of attention
in vibrant void of cessation
wherein in childlike trust go
wherever winds of love blow
with no trace of expectation
as also sense of anticipation
welcoming offered surprise
there being no ego to apprise
whereupon one with universe
aligned with the divine verse
thus in but not of this world
innate blissfulness unfurled
choosing to abide in silence
we rekindle loving innocence
as Gods essence boundless
ever entwined with oneness
this earth is our play centre
where in joy we may canter
mind body but an interface
being breathed by His grace
thus no doing need be done
save exiting ego stagnation
fixated not at any coordinate
tranquil in stillness sedate
melding head with our heart
with all one and none apart
is-ness of being-ness bliss
Gods hand continues to bless
05-March-2021
Categories:
subtler, life, muse, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
If the waves
the shore stored
parted for a new Moses,
I'd fissure these hearts
composed of stone
beneath flash floods
blue, bolts
incarcerated
in your chaos order.
Absence makes
the fall much stronger,
months I hate
they undulate
transfigure blindness
still subtler
until my mind goes we're back to the prologue
where we first meet,
where you smile at me and can't stop laughing,
and for the first time in years,
I feel hopeful again.
I failed to see
who hovered above you. Who still does.
Friend of a friend.
On a moon-clad night
I hop on one foot
and wear the face of a breakdown.
Rain dances are fun! I shriek.
But you hate the rain.
Soulmates are a cruel lie. Take it from me.
Scream out all the water in your lungs.
Please let me mop up those tears
and be the golden dawn you've always longed for.
Etch into my soul
the fact of no me no you,
give me hell because it's true:
welcoming water
waves of water
think for me
my thoughts black out
cigarette cancer figure it out
ink blood
waving by itself
Goodbye, I am no longer
black waves
summertime fades
burnout grenades of my arms
unfurling green light liquors
and ten talons aimed at the offensive son
to part the Purple Sea.
Categories:
subtler, dedication, nature, romance, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
A special memory
Still remember the memorable day,
When happiness was on my way,
I was anticipating confirmation of our meet,
Passion was eager to warmly greet,
Legs were trembling in great trepidation,
Heart beats getting faster in succession,
And eventually close as he reached,
Subtler emotions desperately beseeched,
Having lost in an intimate embrace,
Unaware of the time and place,
Apprehensions culminated into serenity,
Special instant of time is a pinprick of eternity !
Written September 17th, 2014
For contest 'A special memory' by Regina Riddle
Awarded 5th place
Categories:
subtler, memory,
Form:
Couplet
Only if I can Switch
My Body with a Tree,
I can Feel the Air, Earth and Rain
in more Subtler ways, Unless
I wear Boots
on my Roots,
or I light up the Twigs
like Cigarettes.
Being a Tree,
I Live and Die in the
Same spot, hence need not I
Worry about Real Estate.
I can grow Taller and Taller,
Live for hundreds of Years
Unless I Cut Myself..
Out of Habit!
Categories:
subtler, care, life, metaphor, nature,
Form:
Free verse
THE INEXPRESSIBLE…
Vocabulary passes into oblivious dissolution,
And embankment of expression
Awaits the fragile knocks of fear,
Wholeness circumscribed the lonely emptiness
And the subdued self desires to draw
The figure of its universe
In the shrinking shell of consciousness.
Self’s unceasing preparedness
To stretch the arms of tiring limits
Into the unending horizon
And pluck the infinite’s blossom
To treasure in the finite’s tranquil corner.
Rigidity’s readiness to melt
And softness’s eagerness
To acquire the subtler version,
At the warmth’s tender touch
Alluring the champion of establishment
Into an inebriated exuberance.
Heart’s risky plunge into voiceless depths,
Motionless its march,
Inexplicable its unheard oratory,
Adventures into crucified crux-
Seeking the immortal enchantress
In the diffused darkness and densest ignorance.
Breath’s ultimate competition-
To kiss the zone of silence.
Smiting life’s breast
With rosy lips of death’s beauty.
And the defeated twilight succumbs
Before the advancing darkness.
Not for the annihilation in
The veil less vast void,
But to embrace the stealthy unfoldment
Of “Divine Bliss”-enwrapped in the
Petals of the approaching dawn..
Categories:
subtler, philosophy
Form:
Verse
What's man that heaven turned to hell
in Eden's garden? It's a tale,
as old as time before the flood,
before Cain spilled Abel's blood.
Subtler than murder, the neighbor
grows rich against the miserably poor;
with might, the sword then scorns the right,
and we're caged away from the light.
If light is hid, where goes compassion?
If mercy's outmoded old-fashion,
then hope withdraws, hides like a hermit,
so love and grace fail to permit;
then love, a flower, becomes a weed;
that kills the grass of our joy; seed
no longer grows or germinates,
except for what we in our hearts create.
With skill and heart, I therefore pen;
and illustrate the world of men,
the promises of love, despair,
against which only fate compares.
Thus moved, and so destined, I sing:
as lines flow and rhyme, it's like being
lucid and clear in the sublime;
and it feels right for me all the time.
A high ignites with every line
that I feel: that's how I define
what it means to be a poet,
to not just pose—but to know it!
But for the son and solitude,
none interfere or thus intrude;
a prisoner, like an inmate,
I bide time; ponder my karmic fate;
endure my endless isolation,
an outcast in this loveless nation,
and lamb in a deceitful land,
who's slaughtered by saints' wicked hands.
Though for me gold turns to rust
in this Eden: “In God We Trust,”
and heaven's just another hell,
that mocks my story's bitter tale;
I still find peace and hope. In Rose,
I see the conclusion, the close,
of my painful life as reprieve:
the answer to what I believe.
Therefore, though men and angels hate
me, I shall dwell in love; and create
with rhyme and rhythm its magical
sound with a flow that's tactical:
so that the records may reflect,
while to the Muse I genuflect,
I sing with a view to what's right:
so, I may one day know His light.
Categories:
subtler, america, bible, fate, god,
Form:
Couplet
Ollie Octopus could sure do some harm
With each one of his poisonous arms ~
He flashed his tentacles
Nearly identicals ~
I hear females fall for his subtler charms
Categories:
subtler, fish,
Form:
Limerick