Best Surrogates Poems
TANGLEWOOD AS THERAPY
Tanglewood untangled me, took my breath away
each moment of Sibelius, Mahler, Rachmaninoff
sweet violins, trumpets, kettle drums, cellos, fire
mixed with wind, echoing within the shed, over
the lawn, concert goers sprawled on blankets,
seated on beach chairs attentive to every sound
those strains, my favorite classics, filled my blood
stream, inched me toward lovers, tugged me,
two spouses proposed, suitors hugged my body,
kissed me with gusto, whispered into my ears,
became surrogates for melting chocolate cream,
weakened my knees, laid bare my breasts, filled
my groin, all from the moment my father took
our family to the shed where I first heard Mahler’s
First “The Titan”, not on a scratchy 78 platter, not
from our wood cabinet radio in our Brooklyn house
the melodies of democracy, free radio, modern
media, fade, assaulted by the Kremlin loving
leader. Russian composers crowd the classical
repertoire, do not taint my delight, my passion,
for the memories of past affairs are Picasso art
filtered through Stravinsky, Prokofiev, and one
therapist treating me for TRUMPRESSION
Categories:
surrogates, anti bullying, appreciation, depression,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Art must mount a full-scale attack on language itself,
by means of language and its surrogates, on behalf of the standard of silence.
Susan Sontag.
I talk too much.
The Things are:
a flower
a grain of sand
a spark.
And all together.
Categories:
surrogates, philosophylanguage, language,
Form:
Free verse
In the wee small hours of the morning
When sleep will not oblige itself to come
One thought leads to another and yet another
And my brain will not surrender deliberation
Until morning
Emotions so fickle when the shadows of night
Permeate my bedroom
Thoughts during the day that gave comfort
Left for morose surrogates
Am I awake for a reason
Do I busy myself so during the day
That your only alternative is to bide your time
Until the house is quiet and I cannot escape
You have my full attention
Let the games begin
Categories:
surrogates, introspection
Form:
Free verse
Meet me here angel surrogates
for i have allowed my eyes to consume your make
and out of oblivion exploited my appreciation.
You bayonetted me with a warm grin,
embraced me with you fatal glance,
punctuated my wholeself with your pulchritude,
encacerated me with your decency
and yet decide to burry my ingenous altruism
in a shallow grave...a hole
This cup of coffee before me...
you prepared and stirred good to my satisfaction
and yet you knew i would not smell it.
This coffee i saw you prepare,
salivated and quenched for...
you served it in my presence,
meet me here Yevai
and know that i yearned and quenched for the coffee.
Stern and composed before a huge mirror
I see your reflection instead,
maybe just a ciggarete thought
Judge me not dear
for these folly filled illusions
but you made me drink and smoke,
trying to define my existence in your face.
In the dock i stand now,
facing murder charges and blasphemous attacks
on your innocent mother
for baking this special cake
and throw it into the world of man.
Had i been blind
her deft articulation would not have intervened with my misgivings.
My own psche i have murdered....
meet me here Yevai
This street called love
we were together where it begins...
saw you taking off,
laughed and thaught time shall come
when it was infact ticking away.
Tick-tock tick-tock i have waited
only to write my own epitah.
Had it made a difference if i shouted,
WROTE boldly,
smiled and told you how much you meant to me?
Judge me not Miss
for i will stand in the dock again
facing charges of mental illusions with the creator.
Illusions...
that inside the brown bottle
i will find you
when you were locked in your room instead.
Illusions...
that love was in the air
and i had only the birds to compete with
when some boys were chasing you instead.
Travelled for long side by side
not noticing the dermacation line between us,
the small fence that i thought
too low when i want to jump...
I shall say no more of it
I should have just told you
rather than live a life on paper...
Categories:
surrogates, love,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Never seen a day light for quondam
impediment in abdicate quitdaim
auctioning what thinks best incessantly
believing it’s a good stomping realm
eatoboree and drinkoboree in deterioration with chum
struggling in all his days with felicity
is there another life better than? This in quandary
on that stunch day exert
in getting what to eatoboree and drinkoboree as customary
a step beyond his terrene, mistakenly
Alas! Sees the day light
back to his terrene and step out in plaudit
seeing same thing, no surrogates
moving around, the different is bright
on himself, passes arraignment
A step out of my zone is what I need these days
exhausting all these pasts in lapses
believing he has best domain ever in history
not knowing, it is the best in disguise
was that life or is this life? He grills
such is life, I parry
someone’s house is another person’s poultry
how much will it cost? He grum
the ransom has been likely
not there; here is the liberty
liberate the paid ransom
here I will stay till eternity
exultant in seeing the light
enjoying without no constrains
summoning his crony
freedom is premium!
Categories:
surrogates, anti bullying, anxiety, art,
Form:
Epic
Rick’s Big Surprise
Newt hid out in the buckeye state
Nothing tonight added to his slate.
Paul’s grass roots youthful surrogates
Continue quest for delegates
Loss of Liberty is his fear
He slams the fed and wild crowds cheer.
Not much noise from the Romney camp
For on this night they had no amps.
No matter how they spin their grief
Morning found them in disbelief
Nevada did not provide a bump
Nor did the voice of Donald Trump.
Rick pulled off a three state surprise
Populism is on the rise
His crowd has enthusiasm
Frontrunner had painful spasm
Here’s the lesson of the night Mitt
Can’t buy love you have to earn it.
Written after Rick Santorum’s primary and caucus wins in the states of Missouri, Minnesota, and Colorado.
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Categories:
surrogates, people, political, seasons, night,
Form:
Rhyme
Vnimaniye!
Attention!
Ten campaign soldiers
marching in a straight line
One took a sound byte mine misstep,
then there were only nine
Nine loyal watchmen
guarding the golden Tower gate
One fell asleep and plummeted to the ground,
dereliction of duty gave an even eight
Eight secret cell spies,
set to activate in hour eleven
One wasn’t synchronized,
the troops were now down to seven
Seven full metal jackets surrogates,
poison trap the debate trail mix
One got caught red-handed,
the number then got reduced to six
Six pawns on the war chessboard,
all vowed not to be taken alive
One actually did follow thru,
whittled soldiers were filed down to five
Five half-company soldiers,
going behind enemy lines once more
Pvt. Lax had his cover blown,
the soldier census was counting four
Four battle tested grunts,
web cam eyes mounted on a cyber tree
Clipped by a media sniper bullet,
tragic triage outcome made it three
Three dog tag fight hounds,
suicide mission ready ... go ... do
Bomb vest malfunction,
skeleton crew became only two
Two wounded boots on the ground,
ready to go out with a blazing run
After the hot shot emptied his last clip,
the company was left with just one
One lone committed tin soldier,
holding the fort with a single gun
He don’t expect to last too long,
and when he’s gone, there will be none
Fort Prop G Company
fought to the last man who could stand
Send another company in,
came word from the chain of command
Categories:
surrogates, allusion, corruption, metaphor, political,
Form:
Burlesque
*Image of Intricate Intelligence by Pixabay.
Influential Traits
Unquenchable chameleons,
a nebulous point occasions,
mull misfits lacking Ephesians,
when solutions are evasions.
A nebulous point occasions,
manifested minds origins,
when solutions are evasions,
thus surrogates their storage bins.
Manifested mind's origins,
insatiable necessitates,
thus surrogate their storage bins,
solace Order of Primates.
Insatiable necessitates,
ambiguities say so long,
solace Order of Primates,
pledges anew wondrous birdsong.
Insatiable necessitates,
mull misfits lacking Ephesians,
solace Order of Primates,
unquenchable chameleons.
2022 May 20
Categories:
surrogates, analogy, character, imagery, motivation,
Form:
Pantoum
There was no space between
the bonsai.
You were growing in a flat
tray, spreading horizontally.
The plain glitter of absence
brings the unorder. You-
want to start a riot among
the fallen leaves of an autumn.
A civil war between words.
They were fighting without guns.
There are no comments, no
judgement. Only blood in the kitchen.
The surrogates were presented.
Are you ready to call the shots ?
Satish Verma
Categories:
surrogates, art,
Form:
ABC
A ‘Chicken’ One Can Milk!
A ‘Chicken’ One Can Milk!
Known fact, Hindus believe that no cow should get eaten,
that milk is enough, and their flesh should not sweeten
our tongues (grace a stew)! Let me not steer you wrong! We
more thrive who eat COOKED meat, are less vegetarian.
God’s the ‘mistake’ (that our teeth all EVOLVED to PLANNED niche)?
Who loves chicken-laid eggs (poached, boiled, scrambled) but would ditch
Kentucky Fried Chicken? Is this a sectarian
war or a question of whose a*s gets grilled? Why flee
pleasure for prejudice? Not that I wish to offend,
but how sacred can this be, meat’s whim or a Godsend?
Some may think that I’ve already milked this past season,
my plea, we breed cows to lay eggs (is this treason?)
breed chickens with t**s (we can milk) and give midgets
employment, beyond astronautics (small minds use less
fuel, more bang for the buck) and cash saved feeds the poor
(or enriches the wealthy)? No lobby for deer, door
to barn left wide open; improvements don’t coalesce
that we can squander? Do Buck horns fail, surrogates
pawned off on China while Trump swills ground rhino horns? Lord,
grant us notions or potions, with ‘COVID,’ we’re so bored!
Brian Johnston
21st of July in 2020
Poet’s Notes:
Blame Bri Edwards, ‘THE postal poet’ of Poemhunter.com notoriety
whose friendship (even with retirement) drives me to such excesses!
Categories:
surrogates, humor, religion, science,
Form:
Rhyme
No matter how big the war
whether nation against nation or
two men in a bar, the result is the same:
loss.
In my lifetime nearly constant war, and even before.
And that is just those involving America.
A hundred years, another Hundred Years War!
Over what?
Some guy getting shot in Serbia?
A nation struggling to regain itself
after an unjust treaty?
Another fearing aggrandizement?
Another throwing off the yoke of serfdom?
And then that interminable series for control of oil?
Even between friends,
when disagreement escalates to argument,
what happens to kindness, patience, understanding?
A friend lost, possibly forever.
Is your life more peaceful following an argument,
won or lost?
Is your life more peaceful after the defeat of all
those nations falling to the power of another?
Is your life more peaceful than it was
ten, fifteen years ago?
Forget how it is for us oldsters looking back
fifty, sixty, seventy years or more.
I think not.
Many years ago a wise man said to me
that life was set up backwards, upside down:
rather than send our youngest to war,
the leaders of the countries involved,
not some surrogates,
should do battle on open ground.
Suppose they gave a war and no one came?
Collection: Attaining Peace
Written: May 2018
Categories:
surrogates, peace, war,
Form:
Free verse
Polarizing the Populous
Heaven’s tide is far and wide as they manage in their malevolent mockery
Their hands are tied and losing pride, dining without candelabra crockery
In a calamitous chasm their dreams in spasm as they awaken the nightmare
Scrapes of sarcasm thrown by the pious phantasm as they look to compare
In a silken state the high adjourn and arbitrate for they conquer and divide
In their cure to annihilate they castrate the mirroring images that they hide
They adorn as they scorn the lonely for their wrathful worship falls to ground
In their obsessive opulence with protruding corpulence sins that compound
In a vicarious void, the mighty have employed sewn surrogates as their slaves
Their will destroyed and must avoid the gravitational grieving to their graves
In their impulsive impetus using stimulus, they must be freed from their chains
Upon leaving inept infelicitous ideas by timorous travel thus exult in their pains.
Aug.15.2018
Eight word challenge-8
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Placed 3'rd
Categories:
surrogates, giving, humanity, solitude,
Form:
Rhyme
She who watches, waits upon
the dreaming rock and drinks
the panorama cast before;
she who waits, watches for
the setting sun and ponders at
the well of night forever more.
Guardian of the soil and air,
the fire hearth and waters
quilted upon the earth;
sister to the moon and stars,
solemn in maternity
for beloved lost in birth.
Mother of the children ghosts
who tramp the green fields
orphan cursed, decreed alone;
her silence calls them unto her
so she may harvest in their souls
and bring them home.
She who waits, watches for
the surrogates to rise instead
of those she was denied;
she who watches, waits for
all who lose their way,
a haven until judgement day
to shelter and abide.
Categories:
surrogates, adventure, family, life, love,
Form:
Verse
On the eve of 25 December
We expected joy, gifts,
But rivulets of blood and tears;
Gushed over the land.
When Vodka surrogates the lamb;
All in the game are futile
The day is rendered no specialty
Given that the real day is latent
It’s vile to rule the sanctified day;
As archaic or discriminatory:
For the wicked ideology to maneuver
Derailing even the chosen
Carried away by the folklore
Working against Holy Spirit – on the day.
The carnal mind
Powered by the serpent
Implements a Law free strategy;
Where people of their own interests
Succumb to the second and final death!
Categories:
surrogates, religion,
Form:
Free verse
Steam driven ashes and lava from volcanoes
Obscure tomorrows
Exploding from bean pods and tomatoes
Beseeching and seeking halos
Our lives require
To earn a rebirth
Inspire and inquire
Whether a new berth
Becomes of the essence
In the path the future offers
Despite the intensive care unit defence
Happiness in bloom proffers
To decrease the harm
Self destruction and self deceit
Can inflict when calm
Vanishes into the precinct whose welcome receipt
Determines if our happiness hangs on the thread
Lost in the complexity and cohesion in the spiderweb
Enmeshed in the labyrinth whose bedstead
Holds the secret to our arrival and survival on the World Wide Web
Where happiness navigates
Searching for you and I
Not as surrogates at Sorrows’ Gates
But as equal partners in debunking a fatal lie.
Categories:
surrogates, poems,
Form:
Free verse