Best Transverse Poems
-Dear, Mr & Mrs Poet-
Do you ever question where it comes from?
This poem's about you, sit down and get a load off
Tranquilize your pen, take heed to the ecstatic applause
The things in life we take for granting, in time get worse
From WHICH' our lives transverse, ascends a deep poetic curse
You write almost everything, rehearsing every living verse
Embezzling words, like Martha Stewart, ---NOT YOURS!
Withdrawing from your substance,
--yielding it to others, who aren't devoted lovers
Spacing your lines, ready for reader's digest,
Educating the mind, like Albert Einstein
You paint a different horizon for the color blind,
Drop a note, forecasting the news, that brings, Spring to mind
Your adrenaline, leaves people with a feel good faint.
At this level, Poet you're better than high speed Internet,
Anything that makes you feel this is the real deal,
Today, you write like there's no tomorrow, borrowing yesterday's clay
Inspiring ink, left to right, feeding the need to breed a poetic degree
Your dramatic dialogue, deserve 'The Peoples Choice award."
I love the sweet audio, when you lowercase every word
It's done so well, hell, let's never capitalize another word
Reaching a point across, when capitalizing every letter,
This is your world, take it, manipulate it, with the perfect stanza
Produce it like a poetic film, imagery, action, CUT it like Jerry Bruckheimer
One day Hollywood will incite a roll, looking for the best poetry soup rhymer
Your tears and affection, you pour on partial paper,
Showing every word you want to enunciate
A SHOULDER-- gone cold, drowning, forgetting the normal way
Writing about the pure religion that meets your light,
A beautiful flower under the moonlight
Hear the bells, Poe wrote about, adding sprinkles to the twinkle in your eyes,
A redolent scent not meant to be forgotten, from Eden's garden
Taking nature, by course, granting her a crown, before slamming us down
I will call her out --The evil and the fury of a goddess, a beast
This is my feast, I welcome you to my jungle, and the outer bounds of time.
If you ever question where it comes from?
Sit down and get a load off, listen---Where's the ecstatic applause?
I'm not afraid to say, -----I'm Proud to be A Poet Without A Cause
by;PD
I do it for fun
Categories:
transverse, dedication, deep, inspirational, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Late at night
not a sound
to disturb
Meditating thoughts
form reality
in a nutshell
Rain simmers
after snowy day
ice jungle
Joys of life
transverse spheres
of peace
Writing poems
is my therapy
from existence
Thoughts of loved ones
break the panes
of serenity
Who knows
what is at next curve
of road
Sipping beers
exhaustion relieved
with a grin
Not enough time
to fulfill desires
driven by Fate
Categories:
transverse, life, poetry, word play,
Form:
Haiku
We live
what the Spirit-mind
shapes and forms
that which
comes before
the chicken
and the egg
Soulful-creations --
think long enough
(knead, mold)
deep enough
adds ripple to
a universe of
transverse-realities --
Will is the Traveling-force
and Love
God's Blessed Purifier --
Categories:
transverse, christian, creation, emotions, environment,
Form:
Free verse
A poem unlived
is a poem merely written --
sustenance our words
let the body digest with heartfelt
regurgitation – a poem unlived
is a poem merely written
as well as tasty center, a healthy chew
needs skin-like peachy, tickly sensation,
emotive mastication – best often
lost when discarding fussy peelings
also feelings
a poem unlived is a poem merely written
endless editing...crumblings tossed
our salads before the main course
heavily garnished
each poem with a dipping
thread link – we warm at
the lava lip...deep, glowing
convulsing start, long before the page is stirred,
shaken – ready for bubbly tip
a poem unlived is a poem merely written
the sea we sail both tranquil and rage
creation an unkempt voyage of possibilities,
a nameless work rocks back and forth
cradled it longs to escape wild fluctuation
and transverse,
seeking theme and form – sanguine
transfusion, repetitively jabbing for fluid release
we call upon the mariner, captain, surgeon of
ancient crafts -- muse of many incarnations,
sage, fool of countless courts – both wallflower
and dancer – homebody and restless prancer, where
we have been and yet beam
to go – uniquely fermented we uncork
for a spotlight blow, for grand revelation
introduced with a toast, a click, a sparkly
crystal glow
staging both our fond darkness and
light – an author preparing to take
literary flight
a poem unlived
is a poem merely written --
like stopped midstream
without a river flow, banks
turned away
tepidly applauding….
A stagnant sip before the
moved-by lauding….
Though poetically smitten
dearly kittened
a poem unlived
is a poem merely written...
Categories:
transverse, introspection, passion, poems, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Tears from my soul drop soft on my heart.
To wash away wounds that pierce in silence.
But to fortify and make them depart,
And claim no semblance or compliance.
My own wounds shine constant with self decay.
They grant me knowledge with a judgment found.
A burden carried by my own dismay.
Across canopy high of traveled ground.
A moment of peace comes, when wounds disperse.
For by time's wind they are carried away.
Pursued by memories once transverse
Pained reflections shall not trespass or stay.
Each wound from my heart has finally died.
Now cast into fires of my soul that cried.
11/28/15
Categories:
transverse, introspection,
Form:
Sonnet
"Love doesn't spill miracles off the tongue
but lies deep in everything ever done"
Winter impatiently raps upon my door
twisting of knobs and rattling at chains
but amongst night time cover
I barely budge
warm thoughts slip in and seduce
transcending this cultivated mind
to fields where white flowers
once swayed with light of day
deft fingers transverse
across her lustrous skin of silk
eyes of persuasive intent
never lose their gaze
heated bodies live
in bounties ever true
tender kisses caress the night
cold's not getting in tonight
Categories:
transverse, love, winter,
Form:
Free verse
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:
transverse, absence, adventure, allegory, allusion,
Form:
Free verse
What is a soul, this universal Source;
which crosses cultures?
Few among us will deny least forced
the existence, the Sculptor.
Is soul the essence of minds eye;
or, the one true reality mind denies?
What is a soul, a precious gift or curse;
which crosses scriptures?
Ego’s sole vessel to transverse;
the Work in progress, conjures?
Is soul the essence mind denies;
or true vision of celestial , I.
Categories:
transverse, devotion, faith, introspection, mystery
Form:
Rhyme
There is no guarantee
when it comes to the
heart...
though love released with
sincere eternity – our carriers,
though Homers of loyal wings
transverse a sky of hawks
There is no guarantee
when it comes to matters
of interpersonal love – only God knows
man's truest beats – for the mortal heart
is an aggressor
while also retreats
Love, indeed!~ is a campaign of sorts
armies of feelings going forth
entrenchment on both sides
love often hides
while never a victory without
two fond surrenders
Categories:
transverse, emotions, feelings, heart, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Aether is the fabric of our universe -
Tiny granules that transfer energy
In the form of waves ~~~
This goes on unseen constantly!
It propagates light and other waves,
Longitudinal and transverse
( Or electromagnetic )
Right across the universe!
Aether stretches far beyond
The laws of physiology!
Did you know that Aether
Is also a god in Greek Mythology?
In chemistry, it is flammable.
It is used as an anaesthetic.
It's a solvent used in industrial processes -
Google it ~ this knowledge is authentic!
But at the same time,
It's a word that is seldom heard,
Most people have better luck,
Deciphering the songs of a bird!
But today, 'Aether' was on my list,
To master and triumph,
As if it was a fifth wish!
Oh, the gravity of this situation,
Like cosmic forces similar to Shakti,
I feel that I have learned so much,
Should I be yelling out 'Yahtzee'?!?
The king of the classical elements;
Earth, Air, Water and Fire...
Aether bends and amends our universe,
To be the most desired!
Sunday, October 3, 2021
Categories:
transverse, analogy,
Form:
Rhyme
A brilliant sky - a hopeful day and night
But broods and churns, the haunt of beast and plight.
No kneading dough nor kneeling praise nor shout -
Before the cross was laid, there’s no way out.
The stretch between heaven and hell, no game.
A farmer or preacher could not stake claim.
With deep bruises, blood-red, the chasm has clout.
Before the cross was laid, there’s no way out.
Unsettling spores, the slithering…it’s war.
Get used to whip of snow and sun…its roar.
The walking dead transverse the sea of doubt.
Before the cross was laid, there’s no way out.
Ferocious waves, an unlit path with rocks.
A flaming sword, wrath of cherubim-locks.
Eternity without a save - sealed route.
Before the cross was laid, there’s no way out.
Categories:
transverse, angst, christian, imagery,
Form:
Kyrielle
The bible
our pure poetry
Divine voice
art -- gallery imagery
Father’s expanding palettes of time
space infinite –
shadows of unframed
formless canvas -- man's freedom
to light, shape, transverse supernal grace,
we, alone, limit speed
and trajectory
bridging dark gaps, colors
dappled, dropped and splashed
faith will make mix, both consciously
and intuitively apply:
heaping our scrapers and brushes,
the chill of the chalkboard screech
the joy of the slip and slide
the rankle of arms and hands figuring
otherwise meaningless medium
Creativity man's Adam
ligaments of my elastic being
dutifully, lovingly allowing stretch
for explore
sinewy constructs for
mental lift and taut endurance,
the unshakable frame that
holds all upright, and
makes daily challenges
superbly sculptable, while
retaining elasticity --
God let’s be
and we decide
if when and what…?
His unseen hand
yet in the flaming attributes….
Categories:
transverse, christian, creation, imagination, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
On a dusky evening long time ago,
When shadows huddled at every corner,
When rain had gone and birds had roosted,
You held me close and whispered in my ear;
“In your eyes I see, the blue of the sky,
In your soul, you hold the depth of the seas,
Love swells, like tides on rise,
My life, I vow, by Jove, never to part”
Your voice, like a tremulous rivulet gurgled,
We stood staring at each other in a warm embrace.
With passion sweet, your eyes glowed.
Like a blue lagoon, they were deep and peaceful.
On your dimpled cheek, a kiss I planted,
A gesture warm with abiding love.
Crisscross lain as warp and weft,
We hoped to weave the garb of life.
Words and deeds that served as balm to the soul!
Still, they repeat, gushing a flurry of thoughts,
But alas! To a far unknown land you fled,
‘From whose bourn, no traveler returns’,
My life has moldered and mildew grown,
Where my Love! Whither have you gone?
Who bid you slink into death’s secret hide?
Why left me to languish in a world of shadows?
Seasons roll and years glide,
Youth has withered and memory fails,
Now I wander through a dim shadowy world.
I feel so trapped and lonely, as twilight grips.
Like embers flickering low, yet stocked by the breath of fire,
I hope, we shall meet one day at the Golden gate,
Where no shadows shall lurk and time shall stay eternal
And silence sparks the language, the ears want to hear.
_______ _____________ _______
When rain is gone and sky gets clear,
When night turns deeper and silence creeps,
I transverse back to that dusky eve,
To retrieve those moments, I sadly cherish!
Categories:
transverse, beauty, lost love, missing
Form:
Free verse
I ponder if I have said
most of what I have
to say; for no one seems
to go on when lacking
purpose –
and true poets,
like their words
their breadth,
their width.
their height,
their depth
are nearer their
Source of being –
each syllable
a heartbeat...
every phrase
a Soul's incarnate
journey –
we compose our ships
to transverse
chapters of
uncharted
imagination –
Categories:
transverse, imagination, inspirational, introspection, language,
Form:
Free verse
Poetry sad and artistic,
With words like a mystic;
The art of my verse is beautiful and deep,
My whirling words frantic.
Sometimes just heartsick,
Poems, fragments of life that flow, creep;
Like swirling leaves.
Frozen in time verse,
Writing can be a curse;
Ars poetica entwined with weeping tears,
Heart and soul I immerse.
Tangled journey to transverse,
My destiny to pen beauty is crystal clear,
A whirlwind of words.
______________________________
May 21, 2015
Poetry/Rhyme/Verse/Words Frozen in Time
Copyright Protected, ID 05-676-067-21
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the Standard contest, ARS Poetica Contest,
sponsor, Thomas Martin, Judged 2015
First Place
Categories:
transverse, poetry, writing,
Form:
Rhyme