Best Unmeant Poems
Unmeant meanings
Words keep watch
their eyes in the empty spaces
fingers feel their unformed faces
Can words mean what they were not meant for all by
theirnonselves
even if they come clothed in nonentity
cuneiforms hieroglyphics ideophonograms
strokes signs signals sounds shapes silences squiggles squares squirms suctions squirts scuds screams squelches screeches screams or sickening sobs
words sum up fix errant thoughts
speak for all
though in tongues without jousting knights
errancy will not lead to errantry
Only the blind conceive their shape form posture
the staid but rumbunctious music of stilled hieroglyphs
the pliability of ideograms caressed down rice paper
their squiggly strands
the self-effacing hand-and-foot maidens
of matronly phrases
some leaning awry
the calligrapher’s trembling hand
all all straining upright
the custodians of invested stock
foot-stools of pouting poets
the sum-total of coveted currencies
exchanged stock variables
Who would be hurt knifes himself
with meaningless words
who would laugh
breaks out into song
the sing-song stress and accent of vowels round and strong
learns wayward steadfastness
with his words
with words
with the word
with the world of wonder in
always willing and wilful words
April 23, 1997
From the privately-pub. coll. (re-worked 2016): longhand notes (a binding of poems), Paris: 1999, 115p.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Categories:
unmeant, imagery, meaningful, music, song,
Form:
Free verse
Perchance, if I could parts of life erase,
by careful choice select the times to keep,
I’d treasure love’s long walks on sunny days,
and cast aside the shade where I did weep
upon the morn you closed your eyes to mine,
forsaking me to chase a wanton breeze;
negate the lapse between my heart and thine,
to hold the nights we lay entwined with ease.
If this eraser I should choose to wield,
to moor thy heart and gently clip thy wing,
I ask, in time, would wretched fate be sealed,
as I, unmeant, forbade thy soul to sing?
Speak fondly to me from thy heart’s refrain,
that I may know my love was ne’er in vain.
*** for 'Rub it Out' contest
Categories:
unmeant, introspection, lost love, loveheart,
Form:
Sonnet
"Midnight cast its cloudy beams
From the gloom the shadows went
Smudging all the tarnished dreams"
Lying deep inside my mind, it seems,
My thoughts become twisted and bent
“Midnight cast its cloudy beams”
Run strangely amuck in painful extremes
Synapses spark, mixed messages sent
“Smudging all the tarnished dreams”
With motion pictures in flashing streams
My overworked brain completely spent,
“Midnight cast its cloudy beams”
Kaleidoscopic visions a hundred memes
Some cruel, others entirely unmeant,
“Smudging all the tarnished dreams"
The time will come--beyond the screams,
When the mind will most certainly relent.
“Midnight cast its cloudy beams
Smudging all the tarnished dreams”
THIRD PLACE WINNER
April 24, 2021
“Choose Your Form” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
[Villanelle using provided quotation]
Categories:
unmeant, imagination, mental illness,
Form:
Villanelle
Reveling in the glow of tomorrow
silhouettes of all the yesterdays
my today in just 24 hours
unbeknownst shall be revealed
the heart of the gallant
the eye of the enchanted
reunited by fate once again
will the knight in his shiny armor reign
will the desires deep within be unchanged
a perfect sunny stay down by the bay
two hearts reminiscing as once their way
a long ago passion soon to reveal
as time passed by,
did the love stand still
one day to reveal
what 40 years couldn't heal
one day to reveal
a bond unmeant to steal
one day to reveal
those stolen words concealed
one day to reveal
what the heart still feels.
Categories:
unmeant, beautiful, deep, desire, destiny,
Form:
Romanticism
Narratives of students shot in cold blood
Not on a shooting range
Draw a mass media headline flood
Background check seems a request strange
To diehard hearts hooked to the dollar
From a gun lobby kitty
Whose grip on petrified leadership as though in a kraal
Where they plead not guilty
Turning eyes the other side
Mouthing unmeant condolences
Snide pride to deride
Demands for action that advances
A search for a permanent solution
To the systemic slaughter
Repeated, replayed in lugubrious fashion
Without on petrified mouths laughter
As innocent boys and girls scamper for cover
Under lethal fire
Parents struggling to discover
In ire
If Maggie made it to safety
If Jack hid under a desk
If security agents on duty
Passersby and onlookers they frisk
Asking why students ought to die so young
In their classrooms
As though their lives were dung
Treated with scanty respect like cannon fodder grooms
Doomed in gloom to die
At the hands of loose guns
In the most powerful nation that lives a lie
Showing ineptitude in vampire vans
To resolve student mass murders
As a gun lobby habitude with a tongue in cheek attitude
Whose attention is glued to gun backorders
In paradoxical attitude at a somber latitude.
Categories:
unmeant, poems,
Form:
Free verse
O, fair heavenly Rose! How I sigh,
and sigh all the more! to smell your scent
and fresh bouquet, before I soon die
from a bleak, although unrepentant,
death! To never unite is unmeant,
to embrace is inspired work of art:
O, sweet Rose! Space and time both torment
me; they so constrain to bid us part,
and forbid our union as twin hearts,
two souls tangled in love till the end
of eternity—till all depart,
stars, the sky, and this earth; and transcend.
Though life's poverty, woes, will not bend,
my despair in this realm will expire,
once I kiss your dear face, my godsend;
and greet you in my opaline spire!
Categories:
unmeant, best friend, friendship, friendship
Form:
Lyric
Lovely
The way we string
Words together to form
Ideas that were not unmeant
Yet meaning so much more, or maybe less
To each our own devious end
Tower of Babble raised
Is it not just
Lovely?
Categories:
unmeant, conflict, humor, introspection, language,
Form:
Rictameter
Trash, Smashed paper on the street That means nothing to the world old woren out objects
that set on the floor and rot on the spot they lay, like the waste from a toxic truck that
no one botherd to clean up
My life is like this a bundle of muck and iam the toxic from the truck that is looked at
like the unclean man who has nothing but his hands, Who greavels and kneels just to get
his next meal.
Today will be the last day iam treted like smut, voimit that was never cleaned up like a
comit I will riase to the stars to take my frist look at the path never took and I will
step on that road and look my last look at those who could of took a little more time to
unwind and see that the world dosen’t stop for just the, he, or she.
We to be as people stand who have been in the shadows who have never to understand why we
are looked at this way by the stright, bi, or gay.
we only wish to say what can’t be said by the lips of man to sip the cup that has not been
passed to are lips, to breath the air that was unmeant for are lungs to not being lashed
or just trash at are own families door. ~ Jeff
Categories:
unmeant, family, life, sadworld,
Form:
Rhyme
My body is an ear.
Absorbing whispers meant for others' mouths that only close to wait to shove out more sound.
In other directions.
Towards another mouth.
Mouths who vomit sounds for the sake of sound.
Mouths that speak without a plan for other mouths.
Earless mouths.
Blathering on until they forget why they opened.
Holes from which echoed flatulence reverberates.
Unmeant for perception.
Meant only for sensation.
To be and for others' not to be.
As if,
As if another,
As if others would dare.
They; the non-playable characters would dare,
To perceive your sensation and respond.
Deaf to the tones you cannot even sing,
Despite the fact that you think you're a Lyrebird.
The only joy you provide is the thought that you think yourself other than a birdless liar; thinking it can think.
Your soul will rot in the brine you drown it in; nothing with a hint of you.
Categories:
unmeant, abuse, age, anger, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
Was this the apple,then,your mother's breast,
Which father thought was his to oft caress?
And when ,in deprived rage,you bit to test
In return he vowed to ever you harass.
At this you learned that you could hate as well,
For punishment struck blows to your small heart.
Your memory, when wordless,could not ,tell;
Though pain and anguish made your soft skin smart.
As unknown as the journey to your birth.
As shocking as the grief of unmeant wrong..
As frightening as the gauging of your worth
As sudden as the ending of a song.
Impossible to foretell or to prepare,
The dangers to our breaking hearts lie there.
Categories:
unmeant, angst, growth, love,
Form:
Sonnet
SOS of unmeant needs
subliminal messages
overtly stated
meant to be
strictly adhered to
by all who saw the
emotional morse code
a continues distress single
set out for all to witness
but only those who possessed
the hearts secret decoder ring
could decipher the message
Categories:
unmeant, cry,
Form:
Lyric
Lovely
The way we string
Words to form
Ideas that were not unmeant
Yet meaning so much more, or may be less
To each our own devious end
Tower of Babel raised
Is it not just
Lovely?
Categories:
unmeant, introspection, meaningful, metaphor,
Form:
Rictameter
hearts confession
soul set free from
bondage
flying free
shoring above
unmeant desires
of the spirit of love
that had been stifled
trapped underneath
the regrets of the past
that were left unmended
till now
Categories:
unmeant, love,
Form:
Lyric
Sprout out the doubt
In your social, business, romantic or spiritual life aspects
Buttressed by the clout
Normally evident in several respects
With undaunted determination to improve prospects for success
As the going gets tough
To diminish access
To debacles in several ways to grab by the neck scruff
Chances to pick up pieces
Surge forth
Brush aside unmeant kisses
Sampled up North
In simulated circumstances
Under a tropical moonlight
Which in spite of conferences and related distances
Shed light
On which intelligence and wisdom redress setbacks
Incurred in the context of vision paucity and dearth of sagacity
Call for strategy packs and stacks
Coupled with renewed tenacity
Raise hopes for a resolution
Of pesky problems
Begging in earnestness for a permanent solution
Not just in claims and emblems
But in tangible actions pointing to viable alternatives
From which the way forward shines clear
In imperatives
Devoid of fear
To clinch the deal
That hits the bull’s eye
And steal
With a relief sigh
As loose threads
Enmesh
Tired grades in serenity serenades
To refresh
The search once and for all of the elusive answer
Which now lurking near
As the luck dancer cures the cancer
That can no longer spread needless fear.
Categories:
unmeant, poems,
Form:
Free verse
A sense of lost was felt
A sense of being wasn’t until…
A hearten iciness did not melt
Encasing those of sins to feel
Drifting away becomes welcoming
Serving no one with something to lose
No longer from within am I listening
When a world serves no more to choose
I do not mind the people staring
Knowing they’ll never see me anyway
Times too change for quiet fairing
For myself to never stay an everyday
And it wasn’t there… I cannot find
A sense of being… a dire for hope
I was giving in… was I unkind?
Yet of faith unmeant… I made broke
How long was I gone?
Did I return… torn and broken?
Did I give in to feel belong?
For my sense of lost to be forgiven
Categories:
unmeant, loss, lost, lost,
Form:
Rhyme