Best Unctuous Poems
Twas darkness upon the quietly residing heath...
And deathly was the sullen red sandstone tower...
Standing gloomily inside the masons dry-stone walls
Amidst toppling granite slabs and the faded, wilting flower.
Solemn was the chime of the hollow, mournful bell
When tolling out on midnights grimly sombre hour;
And thinly the swirling, unearthly mist
Did so wend abouts her silent, melancholic bower.
Where from a fronded yew of venerable years,
Besides ancient trunks of ivy-entwined gnarly oak,
A chilling screech from a sudden ghostly apparition...
Summoning upon waking resident souls - did thus invoke!
For pale his form in soft white downy flight...
But none paler than that of me...
As across from the stream, held by an unblinking stare -
My shaky fears are transfixed so unnervingly!
Oh wise old feathered sage of long owl-lived age,
Unctuous incumbent of learned perch within black night,
Allow this the moment to calm my pounding heart...
And catch upon my fleeing thoughts - after such a wicked fright!!
Categories:
unctuous, environment,
Form:
Rhyme
Into her eyes I enter, free of unctuous pretense, my daughter, so I can feel it all as she.
Categories:
unctuous, childhood, daughter, love,
Form:
Free verse
Small, Unctuous frog,
Squatting on his lily pad,
Only yawns to eat.
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Gaudy cherry trees,
Fearful of a rising wind,
Grip their blossoms tight.
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The stream's headwaters
Have not yet seen the valley;
Nor we yet Heaven.
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Categories:
unctuous, appreciation, environment, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Written: September 15, 2023
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In a cosmic world where marvels dwell,
There lies a well where truth does swell.
Under the surface of the cultural tide,
Dissemination of erudition, hence and wide.
Yet, amidst the waves, dishonesty lingers.
Distorting the successful and the weaker
Be empowered to deceive and ensconce.
An idealistic facade where virtue is sparse.
But in the depths of this deceitful sea,
An epiphany awaits, for all to foresee.
A childhood memory of chastity and bliss
That truth was pure, and deceit was dismissed.
A poisonous world may shroud the mind.
But the wonders of verity forever shall bind.
Akin to pollinating bees on a kinetic canvas,
Seeking nectar from flowers is so vast thus.
In this meadow of erudition, we yearn to descry,
The ageless wisdom is unflawed and comply.
In the well of truth, we perceive the light,
Ushering us through the gloomiest night.
Oh, how avarice can pinch and sting.
But verity embrace is an everlasting thing.
It displays the world with hues bright,
Cleansing the soul and bringing forth delight.
In this enormous depth of a world so sumptuous
Let verity be the criterion, the steady unctuous.
In its embrace, we descry our demesne way,
Navigating through every ephemeral day
In the depths of the well, we espy our worth,
A vestige of our genuine niche on earth.
To quest for knowledge, to master, and to grow
To endorse the elision and veracity within us flow.
And it is on this jaunt that we shall arrive.
A candid and guileless mind is graceful to thrive.
Let us, then, face the mysteries that await us.
And acquiesce in the core of verity to emerge, thus.
Categories:
unctuous, analogy, appreciation, character, vanity,
Form:
Rhyme
O thee I praise, and I sure ain’t fakin’
The fairest ether of carnal substance, our bacon!
That unctuous crunch so satisfying
I can already hear my fat cells sighing
Yea, about you there’s not one thing faulty
You make fried eggs so impeccably salty
A special treat from the Lord, yes I dig
Which is why he hid you inside a pig
Kindly don’t regard me a barbarian,
But you’re proof that God's no vegetarian
There is no shame in how I thee adore
I’d even pick you up after six seconds on the floor
Sweet minutes after, the glorious aftertaste lingers
Extra can be found on my greasy fingers
O dear Lord, may we never run out
Of the sweetest treat behind the muddy snout!
5/16/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
Categories:
unctuous, food, humor, love,
Form:
Couplet
Life secretly offering fleeting moments of happiness… but the underlying sadness creeps through; the grief of human condition always seeps through from the unconscious. I always imagined it as the watery liquid separating from the unctuous and the solid matter of the brain as a pervading force that relentlessly pursued my happiness.
I am reminded often that this life offers no protracted security of contentment only taunting bits of joy.
Is that what we must satisfy ourselves with then? We are to be grateful solely for the passing seconds of joy.
In this life we are offered only an empire of dirt and the subconscious encumbered with the knowledge that we are merely destined become part of that empire.
Categories:
unctuous, life, truth,
Form:
Free verse
Wordless worries wander wearily working wayward,
Towards thoughts transgressing truth’s textured tide.
As always acknowledging agnosticism’s appeal,
Essence easily evaporates, exeunt Emile.
Very virtuous violent vowels vociferously validate,
Sanctimonious sessions some subtly sacrosanct.
Is it in incrementally immense ingenious imaginations,
Or ontology’s omniscience overcoming oceanic oratory?
Roughly rallying rage’s recessive righteousness,
Quickly quartered queens quietly quiver qualities quoi.
Under unctuous undeniably Umbrian utterances,
An astute and acute awareness as always arose.
Placing plausibly proverbial prevaricating predications,
Many morose morally myopic manly mighty men,
Eulogize everlasting ephemerally entertaining evocations.
Insinuating incredible implications, insomnia initiates,
Notably nullifying notoriously negligible nihilistic necessities.
Lies lay low, linking lofty linguistic lessons like laws,
Of optional opportunities oscillating on occult overtures
Until underlying unctions unify ubiquitous unknowns.
Joyless Joseph’s joyful Joy just jumped, just jumped!
Killing killjoy knuckle kosher korma koranic krap.
And announce another anonymous anodyne appointment?
(Empiricism’s emphatic emission, enter erotic Eloise).
Having Heidegger helps, hope’s homunculi hunting human.
Get gone ginger guesses, go grope Ginger’s grapes!
Immaculately ironic inquisitions instigate immediate impositions.
Once onto opaque ominous orbs, obey Oracles open orders.
Framing funny fractions, flaming far flung frivolous fictions,
Death defies dollar damnations, deliciously done devaluations.
Usually uncle umpire understands useful underlying ululations,
Also affirming apples avuncular altruistic assumptions.
Creeds crave caves, charms calm cause, come conquerors,
Be belligerently bad, betray birth’s beginning, balance budgets.
Entreating entirely empty, emphatically elusive, existential entelechy,
Is, importantly, incommensurably idiotic, inexplicably impractical indeed.
Categories:
unctuous, crazy, creation, imagination, ,
Form:
Alliteration
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Nineteen
“Not that I had not spied your tulip-lipped doting jasmine airs
Nor the way your wraith-like form take me back to sumptuous fairs
Of Samarkand yore whence I dallied with dulcet-toned damsels
Just that my incognito pursuit here had little need for flares.”
“The sombre air you cloak yourself in to much deceit succumbs,
I pain to endorse the waste your ivory casing entombs.
Come! Let’s conjure the day ere the lurid night-half lengthens,
I would you were mine to confide ere summer solstice enthrones!”
“Now I’ll this reconnaissance to Our Lady Lake entrust
Know thou well my light-foot Maiden being of like-nature must.
Time is but a secret door like-minds might easily unlock:
Be it days or years or eons two hearts in one bind robust !”
Alas! Alas! The Ol’ Bard’s message bobbed up and about
Lady Lake’s unctuous raiments buffeted by squalls in bout;
The tulip-lipped Lass unawares thought no more of her act
Till the Mairie’s men-at-work fished the bobbing bottle out !
The Men of Paperasse studied the Bard’s note in all duty haste
And drew the conclusion: ‘Secret messages across time’s waste
Confirm the guilt of one and the other from distant powers!’
The arraignment was drawn up, signed and sealed with wax paste.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
unctuous, allegory,
Form:
Rubaiyat
Two pair of Eyes, assigned as leads,
by the puissant heart! As per the role had needs.
The play comprised a script of emotion,
and the pair showed utmost devotion.
Though rebellion ushered, but still they quelled,
Unaware of what the fable's future held.
One's defeat was written in the gamble with fate,
and at stake was the other's faith! As bait.
But the pairs were so much versatile,
that they could maintain many expressive profiles.
Legend has it! That once they shared a Paean,
synonym for an unctuous elegy about to wizen.
It's said that!
What they would see was whimsical, minus any frown,
even those sparkling above would come dancing down.
One was surreal and they named it 'Dew' !
but it was a tear drop out of those few.
It all happened ! because........
Once Destiny invited Heart to suggest,
that it had found an end to their existing quest.
It had found the suitable characters,
Who they thought will make their tale to be remembered Ever after.......
Categories:
unctuous, dedication,
Form:
Rhyme
In the beautiful, grand stillness
Of a place for the transcendent,
Like a lately-faded illness
Seems the ugliness of now,
And I dare not look behind me,
Lest the simpering of the finite,
In the form of unctuous daylight
Beat its hatred on my brow.
The solemnity enthralling
Captivates imagination,
And I hear the ages calling
That wed purity and youth;
And I dream, however briefly,
That the evils that surround me,
That the hostile world around me
Vanishes for want of truth.
Categories:
unctuous, how i feel,
Form:
Lyric
I arrived early for the appointment I had made many months ago,
And began the interminable wait to consult with the medico!
When I checked in, it was already half-past noon.
Nursey said, "Take a seat and we'll be with you soon!"
The room was filled with people in every kind of condition!
I mused, "Lord, have mercy! Deliver me from this perdition!
While waiting I'll surely contract a dreadful disease, I fear
And be so much worse off than when I arrived in here!"
I thumbed through dog-eared magazines dating from 1953,
And stared with glazed eyes at unctuous soap operas on TV.
Swallowed stale coffee by the liter from a Styrofoam cup,
Waiting impatiently for my name to be called up!
I tried to snooze but that soon became a sad delusion,,
With bawling kids and inane babble - just too much confusion!
The little old lady next to me told of her every pain and ache,
As I lent a compassionate ear, striving to stay awake!
I was tempted to order a scrumptious Papa John's pizza pie,
Since my stomach was growling and supper time was drawing nigh!
At last Hildebrun, the nurse, in all her puffery before me did loom,
And finally ushered me into the harried doctor's examining room!
Robert L. Hinshaw CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Categories:
unctuous, humorous, me, me,
Form:
Rhyme
I plurm and glorp with every breath
My existence defies and deifies death
I splurp and glomph amongst your days
Indistinguishable from mud and haze
I slig and slorg, a dark breamy blaze
with unctuous vim I sleam through your days
and go about my large gorptious ways
Slimy, I slawl in shades of grey
leaving glossful drippings to mark my way
and make your life gang aft agley
as I spream and slorl in spurious ways
and glurm and gleep with hideous gaze
I sleam and glort in vorptious dark ways
‘Til you come undone
And my sporphing’s won!
My job’s complete – I’ve sprunked your flaze
My job is done, I’ve gronked your days!
Categories:
unctuous, friendship, funny, imagination, on
Form:
ABC
THE WORDS CAME OUT ...
I am the mannequin metal hinges rusted articulations
The unfeeling solid dead wood that swirls with patterns
The unctuous rat flickering black eyed damp molasses tipped fur he's
wet drenched sweat
runs circles in my brain fur like nicotine stains run run running rat
in my brain as I fret
He smiles as he circles round again "you will die soon" wiggles his
whiskers and runs again
The death of you comes on in an instant no glint of shimmering hope
Hot air speak words forming vibration carried anvil to drum send the
message straight through. a punctured symphonic cacophony
No arrow more materially solid can outdo words This will kill you.
Words,words, words they are naught but air imbued with magical quality
of affecting reality changing futures, fabricating pasts. They wage
wars they posses power--- to kill, heal, entice, steal, excite, defy you,
eulogize you ---death in an instant by words The words: I don't love
you anymore.
Categories:
unctuous, anxiety, farewell, hurt,
Form:
Free verse
You want to know its merits?
Very well, then. Daylight slants
deliciously across the boy's
inclined, thoughtful face.
His lace collar, crumpled,
houses valleys of shadow.
Or what about the Water Seller?
Look at that poncho's warm
woven woollen texture:
and isn't the rip in the shoulder fun?
And the dimples on the pot!
They scream "potness" at us.
Or the beads of water
clinging to the larger vessel,
whose horizontal striations
practically smell
of the potter's wheel.
But oh, that drinking-glass!
Does it seem possible to you
that unctuous oils and minerals
of earth, gouged from the soil,
can render the ethereal soul of glass?
It was a winter afternoon.
I'd gone along to the gallery
on the off-chance.
Standing before this marvel,
I found myself entranced.
But even as I gazed, the sun
(though never very confident in London)
stepped out coyly from behind a cloud.
Duck's-egg orange light, resplendent,
now fell aslant the canvas.
Surely this was harmful?
Sunlight bleaches (does it not?)
the colour out of things.
Alarm bells should be ringing.
I summoned a uniform attendant.
He nodded sagely as I explained
- but did nothing.
Why should he care?
Minimum wage is no great motivator.
An hour from now,
he'd be hanging up that peaked cap,
and be a person until Monday.
No point in bursting
a blood-vessel
over a silly painting. Later.
But I couldn't leave it.
If I stood just thus,
my human frame was just enough
to block the sun.
One little skirmish could be won
if I remained here
until the sun’s trajectory was done,
or the gallery closed,
whichever came the sooner.
So I did. On tip-toe,
spine inclined, quiet,
I crowded out the light of day
for more than an hour.
Pointless, you say.
I can't deny it.
The very next day,
And each subsequent foray
of Phoebus would
merely recreate the problem.
That's hardly the point.
Finding myself there,
I beat my ploughshare
into a sword and,
for that tiny slice of time,
I made the sacrifice,
bore the quizzical looks
with equanimity, quirky,
standing like a turkey
on tenterhooks
and saved the painting.
Categories:
unctuous, courage, culture, england, hero,
Form:
Free verse
ROPEBURN GODZILLA
i was looking for the brown bottle
she had imagined for me
even promised
leaf shadows
35 year old doughnuts
still
in the closet
i am reading this in a m o n o t o n e
unctuous
which she would have appreciated
all the years of pantachromic salted rhyme
reading alone
on a gray beach on an ok day
looking
for that bottle
Categories:
unctuous, allegory
Form:
Dramatic Monologue