Best Unrepeatable Poems
Staff Meeting
At my desk each morning,
over my first cup off coffee,
I call the staff meeting to order,
a gathering together
of my various bits and parts
that scattered in the night,
each to its own devices,
be they terror,
notes on that yellow legal pad,
erotic fantasy,
unrepeatable indecencies
uttered in an unfamiliar patois,
a mélange of whirs and clicks,
whooshing breaths,
mah jong tiles scattered in patterns
I don’t understand.
On mornings that don’t hurt
they settle gently
into orderly arrangements,
designs and lines of poems,
the fabric of my day.
Other mornings,
the more ordinary ones,
they reject my need,
become ash
that I scoop into the urn
of yet another
lost
day.
The world is a place of illusion,
An illusion which mortals would never comprehend
This is a place of vision, of submission
Of something they would never understand
……………………………….
Life is drama,
Without any rehearsals
Without any comma
Or any refusals
………………………..
Love is another thing
Incomprehensible
Irreversible
Unrepeatable
Unthinkable
Another common fling
…………………………..
And deatth
No words
It always pours
Never rains….
She's enigmatic jazz
Duke's "Sophisticated Lady"
An original, unrepeatable moment
Ella's scat
spontaneous, extemporaneous
Melodic variation
Rhythm like a pulse
Miles' s dissonant resolution
Ornette's free-form come to life
A nuanced persona
informed by her own harmonic base
Billie's smoky ode to Miss Otis sans regrets
Like Bird when he drenched his sax with sweat
as he set the air aflame
Like aural combustion between us
too hot to be ever put out
A Sister’s Letter
In a letter I found written to your sister,
you wrote no problem existed too large or small
she could not bring it to you for counsel and support.
Best sister in the world, I read on, whereupon these
moist old eyes gave way to sobbing at the intense sincerity
of a closeness unrepeatable now.
You stood there beside her as she faded from us,
a circumstance utmost love of family could not alter
even in devotion so great I shy at its summoning.
Could a mother find anything sadder or sweeter as each of you,
a testimony of sororal love born to me. Harmony is silent now
mid-tune in a song whose chorus cannot come round.
©Kathryn McL. Collins
June 12, 2004
So you, say you so individual
truth to be comforted by original
And there on the pavement
as the collection of sidewalk shoes pass
the crowd stitched together by fashionable thread
in this beating brain box irrelevant
so constrained to the uniformity farce
you bend to the will, but not the life in your head
So you, say you so uniquely you are individual
a singular event horizon of special
And though the packets of conformity demonstrate
with such social whisper newspaper personality
on each and every agreement to the norm
this smothered personal construct left to irritate
in quiet spirals aches for liberty
to define the cognizant of human form
So you, say you ineffable face-to-face mortal soul
so gifted in scope of dreams indefinable
A chant to raise on vocal the butterfly sunrise
the coursing vein of love unfathomable
you of sweetest passion for life nurtured heart
in all those moments of scatterbrain wonder surmise
the unique intent of your own improbable
creates the moment of you from the very start
So you, say you so precious so you unrepeatable
say you, to you, so inescapable
such a thing in the mind of God, remembers you
and all but wish to splendour
to greet in all that is, so individual
truth to be comforted by, you, say you so original
There is nothing amidst all this spectacle universal grand creation
that is anything like you
Look into these my strangers eyes
and know this to be true.
Butterflies
Rays of sunlight on a crochet of colors, contrast and shapes.
Feet slowly walking; heart beating fast with excitement
Where will he be?
Eyes searching, ears listening, hands reaching, fingers clenching.
There he is.
Beautiful. Gracious. Delicate. Soft, unimaginable patterns and divine colors.
So unique, no two ever the same.
Some are caught, can be hold and admired.
Soft to the touch, an immaculate creature.
Some to stay out of reach; these are the ones we tend to visualize in our dreams.
Dream to live, to hope.
Believe it is yours to cherish.
Its beauty leaves one speechless.
Blessed with its presence, know, even as you are allowed to admire, it is not to be kept.
It is to be treated tenderly and set free.
Reminiscent of beauty and perfection.
So small and delicate; yet an impression unforgettable and unrepeatable.
Beautiful creature scintillating.
Forever, you’ll be remembered.
rift in dark abyss
vent outpouring fire from hell~
animals fleeing
1/8/2020
WHY hi-ku
hi-ku (is a label I use to differentiate English language 'haiku' from the translations of the original Japanese verseform)
POETRY OF THE NOUN Many older Japanese haiku poets wrote haiku without verbs,adverbs,adjectives ,hence my title today.Of course they wrote in Japanese so such a theory do not always easily cross/transfer linguistic barriers.
my hi-ku in that style
evening perfume
a flower blossom primrose
memory of you
Keys to Hi-Ku in English
Hi-Ku Image
Image” that ..unique instant of time.. the presentation of which gives a sense of sudden liberation; a sense of freedom from time ... and space .. that sense ... experienced in the presence of works of art..unrepeatable.. tangible to the moment.
but
SHOW DON'T TELL
to show rather than tell is the key to true imagist poetry ,sadly much English language hi-ku have words to avoid ,like 'as'&'to' and also use past tense verbs in their hi-ku ,thus the verse is ' imagery ' rather than imagist ,by emphasising 'telling' rather.. than letting their 'words' show( as my example does above )a subtle difference yet so often a major flaw in penning hi-ku( and many other poetry forms) in English
so
HI-KU MOMENT
I made an unrepeatable memory with you
I purchased an expensive love with you being here
I purchased chased sea of ers with your leaving
You are missed in this strom
To see
That how my vessel of love is drowning
I am reaching moning clmly
But without you
This is beginning of my breaking
In eternal destiny
With you I took my self from my self
In the cold night..
I don’t ask about sunshine that moonlight isn’t annoyed by my
In your past voice im looking for sound of my today life
Today is a time in your life;
a precious time of your life
for today is a precious gift
that would be gone, as it’s an unrepeatable gift.
It cannot be taken back.
No matter how much you want it back.
So live today up!, enjoy this precious gift.
So one day, you could look back at it
and tell all the good things about it.
Today starts with the dawn or the morning sun.
For most people, today starts with a mental plan
of things to do, people to see and places to go.
So up and about, hurriedly they go.
Break the daily routine and renew your mind today.
Start today with thankfulness and say “thank you for this day”.
Be still for a minute to receive your grace,
which you would need for whatever you would face.
Today is already set up for you.
So planning and analyzing would wear you.
Open your mind and your heart instead
so you could accept whatever things are up ahead.
When you move on to the depth of the day,
consider your journey as an adventure for this day
for what you will encounter through the day
and the choices laid out for you for this particular day.
As there is something good in everyday, expect good things today
and bring yourself fully to the adventure of today.
Be receptive and embrace what the day brings
and look forward to blessings and try to be a blessing.
At the end of the day, accept what you were unable to do
and be content for the things you were able to do.
Be glad and thankful for the good things today
and cherish and treasure the best thing that happened to you today.
submitted: 2/27/21 All Yours (Feb 28) Brian Strand
UNIQUE
Unparalleled going
Up above only one
Unsurpassed entity.
Unrepeatable feat.
Ultimate sole oneness.
Unbeatable ever.
Uniqueness accepted.
04/30/21
Third Place
' Pleiades U' Contest by Kim Merryman
'Open Poetry Contest' by Charlotte Puddifoot
November falls, leaf blown and drab with early twilight;
did I in some haste to feel the Summer balm
speed acceleration of the old main drag,
burn youthful currency as a hated flag?
I stand in the ruins of age untreatable,
staring forward at the unknown,
staring back at the unrepeatable.
Wood smoke veils snatched away by a fleeting breeze,
the faintest aroma tarries, then vanishes,
and I can't for the life of me put a pin in the map,
to highlight the junction where sprang a mishap.
The sickly downward trajectory slide,
the turning of misdirection,
the turning of a sullen tide.
All that is done is done, fractured without reparation;
the clock cannot be challenged, nor chided to reverse;
my life grows grimly fearful, ever shorter,
and howls to reunite me with my daughter.
I tell you that I love you, beg you re-materialise,
to make up time I lost,
to make up for the days gone by.
From where I now stand, I can see forever,
mute barking dogged decades of melancholia,
projecting the error of my ways,
inviting the penance of cold and lonely days.
With black shades of regret in me, I struggle to explain
how I need to feel you closer,
how I need your love again...
Image that ..unique instant of time.. the presentation of which gives a sense of sudden liberation; a sense of freedom from time ... and space .. that sense ... experienced in the presence of works of art..unrepeatable.. tangible.. offering the moment.. to present one Image in a lifetime better than volumes of wordplay
A secret accord written in breaths,
Configured in kisses and celestial caresses,
A saga-rhapsody we inscribe in flights of love,
Upon this stringless harp called Love.
Ancestral pact,
Woven from sacred gestures, liturgies of the bodies
That hide behind a curtain of raw and fierce desire,
We prefigure the metamorphosis, from beasts to those who drape in divine silks -
In the temple of love, the fervor softens, becomes tenderness.
In your magical whirl, there I lose myself, trying to pronounce your name,
As a nighttime sparkle seeks a gentle reflection in the cold water,
My desire, a traveler without clothes, eagerly searches for your lips,
Weaving, in the silence of moments, the eternity of a tempestuous kiss.
Our hidden power, a perpetual transfiguration,
Words become fervent refrains, playful,
And weighing ecstasy in the empire of our unrest.
Our free bodies dance and crash in an irresistible longing,
You know me from before the world,
And I penetrate you as the zephyr whispers across the plain,
Yes, the potency of love is the cloak that conceals us, crowns us
With the edge of a white gazebo,
Pure and unrepeatable as the malt of our fervent love,
Tumultuous and headstrong, like the hazard of our passion,
The power of love is the murmur of day and night.
In the depths of thought, where memories blend with dreams,
I walk a path of shadows and lights, where experiences weave in silence,
A voice whispers of the trap of generalization, a labyrinth of illusions,
Where each personal story is a distinct universe, a solitary galaxy.
That woman, with eagle-like steps, turned her love into guidance,
Seeking truths in messages and shadowed street corners of uncertainty,
But each of her gestures, a metaphor of fear, built walls between hearts,
The advice given to a friend became an echo that shattered the silence of love.
A coffee thrown in the tumult of a business meeting, a symbol of mistrust,
Turned into a storm of tears and reproaches,
Bitter words and rash gestures, a play without a script,
In which unseen details rewrote the ending, a divorce that closed chapters.
Understanding, an unfathomable labyrinth, where each detail is a key,
And ignorance, a monster that distorts reality,
In the flow of consciousness, I wonder how it would have been if we had looked gently,
If we had allowed mystery to tell its silent story.
In a world of mirrors and reflections, where nothing is identical,
Experiences melt away, like snowflakes, unique and unrepeatable,
And perhaps the lesson is to look with open eyes, to listen with the heart,
Not to dramatize absurdly, but to embrace uncertainty as an old friend.
Unique and One-Tracked
Experienced Solely
Unrelatable Unrepeatable
Remembered but Lost