Best Uncanny Poems
The stranger is strange, pariah, leper sounds offbeat,
Neither truculent, nor relevant, all destined to encounter the doomed relic;
The bizarre outlander, alien to stimulate the instant pulse-beats!
The uninvited hobnobber, one despises to welcome in routine frolic.
The stranger is unsolicited, the object of latent fear,
As strange may be the ways of the unbidden ones' intentional cares!
The stranger is unfaithful: weird to tranquility, comfort and cheer,
For the sceptical one, we become anxious by a mere fateful encounter!
The stanger lies in our conscience; in a distant land in paradoxical disguise.
Masquerade, the image generates an uncanny fear to sigh!
Sounds delinquent to subjugate the wires of prudent conscience!
Nonetheless, cogitates as usurper of peace; an ineffable parti pris.
Self-centred, they are loquacious, spell bound like con stars;
Babbles from the masks, camouflages as the epitomes of pretenders.
Unknown, unfamiliar, stirs alarms not to mingle, to be away, to be cautious.
In disguise, comes the alleged stanger to ruin ones' peace to shudder and shatter.
But the most alarming of all preconceived archetypes, are the strangers:
Who lingers on, as routine friends and well wishers,
On whom we doted on, are the real dear strangers,
Who by feigning friends, acted quisling, an obvious stranger!
'Hold!' sometimes left us dumbfounded with their insensible fickle deeds;
Even when the unknown stanger might spare and stand by us in awful needs!
When our intimate ones deny to wink at the distress;
While busy in spilling the beans, our woes go unnoticed by the feigned well-wishers.
Indeed! They are the untagged apparent strangers, fugitives in our trials.
Beware of those strangers, whom we adore as near and dear ones, 'bosom friends,'
the agnates and cognates, to entitle the crown, “an actual stranger" who elopes in tmes of miseries!
All Rights Reserved © Silpika Kalita
There is something about thy
Odor- almost infallibly refined
An awakening of the senses
A roasting of the oblivious mind
For never have I,
In feeling and thought combined,
Ever lusted for a complexity as such
Of a lover going blind
Even if night and morning
Were to intertwine-
With you I shall soar
Into the ages erstwhile
Sinking in thought
Of Theology implied
And the ages of yore
Of a primordial mankind
Observing the Mesopotamians
Worshiping in their shrines
And the Phoenician ships
Sailing through the Seas of Time
This all takes place
When near thy marvel I lie
Deem me insane
Deem my passion malign
When I claim that a cup of coffee
Is what all this is behind
To say we wish the very best
Uncanny nor uncommon
To actually help to make that happen
Might very well be both
~Always around my grandma New,
a pleasure to be with her never blue.
Always was something new to do,
you see her name was Martha New.
~My granny lived up to her special name,
ordinary gal with no special fame.
In pranks played I was framed,
excitement around her never waned.
~Her special fried chicken,
was awesome finger licking,
caused Sanders to became sicken,
and franchise to become stricken!
~Her pies quite profound,
Chocolate turnovers renown,
many tasters came unwound,
on no faces were ever a frown.
~She was my beloved granny,
often times whipped my fanny.
Also her wisdom was uncanny,
at the swimming hole ’Big Piney’
~She called me M, not Moe,
and let her wisdom show.
“Don’t get into the water M,
until you have learn to swim!”
For and in honor of Carol Brown
And Contest: Memories of Grandpa
or Grandma or both
deserted area of the town…
lonely Owl hoots tu-whooo! tu-whit…
premonition of a sinister sight!!!!
Eerie midnight …walking through the field,
find three witches asking me to yield,
around a cauldron abominable they look,
wonder what they're brewing following their book!
Are they concocting lizard's leg, toe of a frog
Fillet of a snake, tongue of a dog!
A frightful castle on top of the hill,
does Macbeth live there …I shiver with chill!
An uncanny mysterious moon shines so bright,
silhouettes of ghosts and goblins wander in sight.
Hear deadly werewolves howling and gnashing teeth,
I dread this menacing night, I hardly can breathe.
I scream in terror, the witches signal to me,
I stumble in sheer panic, they wouldn't let me free.
Ohhh…gosh..what a nightmare! what a terrifying night!
Ghoulish things disappeared with bright morning light!
March 22, 2023
Writing Challenge - "N" words Poetry Contest
Theme: Nightmare
Sponsor: Constance La France
SECOND PLACE
black clouds and cold air
loom in the dark afternoon
like eerie omen
2-20-2016
Spinning like a wagon wheel in the dust
Swinging like a kid on a park swing…these wild days…
Beginning to lose touch, turning to rust
Like an old bicycle, left in the rain in its watery rays…
Reaching out to you in the darkest times of day
I’m ready to move on and say what I need to say
Speaking with slight softness in my trembling voice…
I will not be silent right now and that is my final choice
Shine on me, you mesmerizing moonlight
Look out for me, endless stars at midnight
The riveting waters below won’t ever drown my wish to fly…
The forest floors rest on my two feet – still left with no reply!
It seems that never-ending sorrow doesn’t leave
There’s always another tomorrow, so don’t grieve
Don’t let uncertainty and worry sink in too deep in your mind
Instead, have a heart to realize that you are an exceptional kind
There’s always a chance to change for the greater better
So, pull up the sleeves of my sweater and be a go-getter
Let the time of our lives begin to unwind in every waking moment again and again
Do you remember the times we splashed in the mud like carefree children?
Swaying back and forth like the branches of weeping willow trees
Singing like a lark in the murky woods, so misunderstood and uncanny in other peoples’ eyes…
Beginning to lose grip of reality, realizing that I’m finally at ease
I’m like a dreamlike dragonfly, exceedingly airborne through the pasture of precious paradise
Forever reaching out to you in the brightest times of night
I’m ready to go forward and listen to you so intently
I am in need of the nourishment of the Holy Spirit alright
I will not be discouraged by the feelings of triviality
Let the clouds in the sky depart for the arrival of tranquil miracles
I wait on Christ’s return to bring me back to life in its superb entirety
The universe of utopia above will grant you endurable testimonials
The ambitious atmosphere percolates our inner souls, stirring with vitality
Knick knacks were at the top of my gift list
one stood out and walked over too brisk
slow motion it fell
still intact I could tell
sudden turn with huge purse a high risk!
9-8-17
while dreaming one afternoon about perfection
what else
the notion erupted that wakefulness is not
it's that simple
but what complicates matters
is the mania to compensate
for the perceived unperceived or vice versa
during which time the totality
is left abandoned on the linoleum floor
of a tedious Interstate toilet
screaming and wiggling for its muse
while strangers coo and burble
inflating what had been deflated
to a necessarily insufficient degree
their flaming giraffe necks a ladder to heaven
for the pontiff's fire walkers
out for a spin on inflated tires
a rare treat where the uppity
meet the radio's white noise
call letters written in blood
registered at the Magistry
say this not that
or else bloatings and floatings
down the Nervo under a pointillist sky
with contrasting edgings and hedgings
into shapes that were things unspoken
only on yesterday's back pages
when logic was weak and visions many
and realized along dogmatic lines
by mulish agencies of caustic influence
leaving a sea of burns in its wake
organs of action flaccid
as stipulated in all the training manuals
all is vehicle as long as time ticks
all is medium as long as home sicks
and the hearth is lost in fog
Uncanny is a space which I avoid
I do not wish to meet with spirits vile.
Though with some men ,it’s true that I have toyed.
I dropped them all and sane was I the while.
Yet when I met your eyes so dark and strange
A force more strong than my own pulled me in.
A premonition that my life would surely change,
Before I knew your double,your dark twin.
In dreams and in my nightmares he will come
To capture me and take me to his land.
I do not know what choice to make of man
Nor how to count infinity by hand
The double is an augury of death
Yet in this space uncanny is a path
Eerie scene like this
A church and a brothel nest
Side by side in place.
It’s uncanny. . .
How right has become wrong.
How whites don’t belong.
How living by rules
is only for fools.
It’s uncanny. . .
How believing in God
makes one rather odd.
How our nation’s flag
is a burnable rag.
It’s uncanny. . .
How telling the truth
is blatantly uncouth.
How taking His name in vain
is absent of shame.
It’s uncanny. . .
How statues of the great
are toppled with hate.
How the press
is unfailingly Left.
How being put behind bars
makes protestors stars.
How America’s founders
were racist bounders.
It’s uncanny. . .
How killing the unborn
has become a norm.
How breaking laws
produces standing applause.
How those in military attire
are mercilessly under fire.
How officers in blue
are targets of spit and spew.
Yes and alas, it’s uncanny. . .
how so much we have cherished
seems today to have perished.
eerie silence at midnight…
walking through an empty churchyard,
someone calls my name, don’t see a soul!
tu whit! tu whoo…an owl hoots somewhere!
whooosh! blows the howling wind!
uncanny ominous night… I can hardly breathe!
who are those three abominable faces around a cauldron!
wonder if they are brewing some secretive concoction…
heard the witches need a lizard’s tail, toe of a frog,
fillet of a snake, tongue of a dog...
and more, to make their potion work!
a mysterious half-moon is shining bright,
spot a sinister castle on the hill -
reminds of frightful Dracula’s abode…
appears from inside, the silhouette of a bride in white,
holding a cala lily bouquet,
Oh my, the three witches got dressed in pink,
they are the bridesmaids!
No, no, no, I must flee from this menacing site.
I scream in terror, I stumble in horror,
I run frantically in the fiercest darkness,
not knowing where I am heading,
The three terrifying creatures darted after me,
they giggle, and they snarl!
How can they let the groom leave?
sweating profusely, open my eyes…
It’s dawn! I am saved!
clouds hanging heavy, but hear a tiny bird cooing!
November 5, 2022
"Writing Challenge - Unburden a U word" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
From the expanse, I was seeing her.
She was visible for some time and suddenly disappeared.
A lady with a veil and long hair was waving in the air.
The Moon came out from the clouds and she disappeared.
As long as I could see,
there was none but me;
With foxes cries from the bushes near
and the essence of the lady, who was disappeared.
The Moon was soon covered by passing cloud,
something eerie shouted out loud;
A flash of lightning sparked from very near,
a spine chilled air, and she again appeared.
Her eyes were flashing as soon as her face revealed,
with a spectral smile, by which no pain could ever heal!
An ominous voice whispered and took away all the courage I had earned
by saying into my ear that "now it's your turn".
UNCANNY
A poem arises firmly from my thoughts.
I can see it reflected in my adversary's mind as well.
Mine is undeniably poetic, but theirs had an unsettling quality,
Mindful individuals with unusual liabilities!
Those two or three long lines on the forehead are simply lines of expression. (not)
I do remember their names: Errol, Wayne, and Manny
Those suiters were born deceivers implementing a series of strange plots.
It took women like me years to correct their mistakes.
Where are they now, lost men without the love of a woman?
I had made it my mission to look into their eyes.
The lines on their foreheads have aged with their bodies.
An embrace or a touch from them disgusts me.
They can see the hate as I slowly reject their touch.
I have rewritten those names through the years.
As Errol transformed into Mr. Uncanny,
Wayne became the manipulator,
while Manny took on the role of Pied Piper.
Today, I observed a slight trait with Gen Z.
They seem overly enthusiastic about catering to the desires of their suitors.
Leaving so many of them with suicidal thoughts,
Words to the youth of today,
Protect your emotions carefully.
Getting a real love reaction is tricky.
The offspring of those vipers carry their father's DNA.