Best Unwieldy Poems
Genesis: God’s plan unfolding
Father, with the Word, creates;
Spirit on the water hovers
God, how great and wise you are!
Caterpillar - slow, unwieldy
Daily tied to earthen bonds
Weaves a tomb of transformation
God, how great and wise you are!
Chrysalis - still small but growing;
Like salvation’s scarlet thread
Silken fibers knit together
God, how great and wise you are!
His creation full of mystery
Tides and seasons, death and birth;
All things change but the Almighty
Only constant One on earth.
Full cocoon - now breaking open
Folded wings untried, unsure,
Now unfolding, flexing, flying;
God, how great and wise you are!
Butterfly - now soaring, sailing
Free at last from landlocked chains
Picture of the resurrection
God, how great and wise you are!
All in Christ made new creations
Old things gone, the new has come,
Praise the Father, Son and Spirit;
God, how great and wise you are!
Benumbed Jane!
"he'd never give a plain Jane like you a second's thought"
(but hellishly reign his godly wife)
O Jane!
Be little prettier
Be more wiser
Crucify your benumbed senses
Resurrect your eloquent vehement
Why she choose to be the godly wife?
Why he choose to be the beastful husband?
Let's not brawl and yawp
Let's not cuddlerape and strangled with a scarf
In unwieldy guilts and sins of the battlefields of the Great Marriage
Give up now
Or
Surrender to salvation
You are not owing to “Beauty and the Beast” - A French Fairy Tale
Time has no time
Be little prettier
Be more wiser
O Jane!
Finding myself devastated in the middle of the run,
I built up the courage to start with the new rising sun.
With thoughts of all the encountered failure coming one by one,
Making my life look like a piece of pavement unwieldy done,
I snuggled up with a few achievements, leaving behind none
With a tint of fear,
With a skeptical attitude towards the coming year.
I was bolstered up with a lot of cheer.
The importance of treating the ends as a start dawned on my broken tears.
I'm sick and tired of the scream in my head,
Flagellating myself over gnawing, aged regrets
The unwieldy armor, I've finally let drop;
My arms too weak to carry all of the weight.
Extricate the mind from tightly-knotted strings
And release all the cumbersome burdens...
The vacant sky, the unsqueaking hardwood
No longer requested; relinquish everything!
Dismount from the precipice of knowledge
Where color and light cease to brightly glow,
And find peace well-hidden in the dark,
Devoid of so much as a spark, or a flame...
For in the jet-black, bottomless deep,
The restless world lays down for a slumber,
And in that abyss lies the only truth that exists...
Embrace the void.
On life’s rebound mere months ago
caught head to toe in throes of woe
the youngest in my fam’ly crew
with insight to my rescue flew
she wrote me in, the caring mite
as member of a friendship site
From every place under the sun
new friends I gathered by the ton
the world itself got shrunk in size
merged lands and seas and mounts and skies
awed by the vast, new cyberspace
my throes of woe took second place
Good friends I raked in by tenfold
discarded some, if truth be told
a few I merely string along
the rest held dear in friendship strong
a wholesome blended potpourri
my cyber-spatial fam'ly tree
My best friend must remain unnamed
in his own world a man of fame
with ease he glided into mine
this angel of the human kind
who decades long has shared his life
with one he proudly calls “my wife”
Then Cyber-Cupid after drinks
with glint in eye played me a jinx
it hiccuped once, aimed arrow straight
I stepped aside but way too late
the arrow struck with practiced ease
pierced center-heart and bucked my knees
My cyber-love slid in my heart
distance despite, no inch apart
through emails sweet, fine poetry
we formed a bond unholy be
by gentle eyes, soft hazel-brown
turned inside-out and upside-down
The pastime which had woe replaced
ate hours at unwieldy pace
once-daily chats became our creed
though soon to two, then three increased
my loved one’s with me of like mind
(quite oft in chats we pen same lines)
My conscience pricks: he can’t be mine
though fine he’s loved by one as fine
in tri-love games there’s naught to gain
except but cause the good wife pain
in state of flux I chant my plight:
succumb or let my love take flight?
If We Don Need Um-Why Feed Um
We do not need to feed -
who we do not need
Every since they yelled
thar's gold in dem dar hills
dars oil in dat der groun
there's
diamons in dat der mine
there is salt in dat mine
ders water in dat well
dars feritle soil on
dem peoples lan.
Poor people have become
a means to an end
disposable-dispensable
unemployable
slavery is still a commodity.
Build new prisons -
keep them on reservations.
Bring in the cheaper workers
Bring in the desperado's
and they know how
to suffer in silence.
These others make to much noise
and these union boys.-unwieldy
They've had their day-
They've had there say.
There's GMO'S in
them dar fish N chickn's
tomatoes and corn..
Feed um fuel ,no more sugar cane-
Syrup from the corn or bust.
Eat that they mus !
They'll soon be insane,feed um dat;
And other poison food stuff.
We don need um -why feed um HUH?
Did I mention we can
now use their pensions..
( Song)
If you R happy
and you know it
then your
face will surly show it
if you R happy
and you know it ...say ?
A chorus of boxes hums tonelessly on high rafters
where unwieldy boxed and stocked memory realms
squirm under drowsy dust just beyond my sight’s reach.
On my journey, family, romantic loves, places
and friends have dipped as memory twisted
mist, spun in bleary pieced feeling conditions
that time tossed dark-shelved from my vision.
But around does come moments of poignant grabs
that hoist me thru the dust to see a memory touch
and as I sit or lie with it, it seeps my depths inside of it.
standing tall against the winds
bursting open unwieldy clouds
immovable, indestructible, majestic
insurmountable by mortals
something I always wonder
does hatred rise with vapor
to make you shudder
do the birds ever warn you
of the spectacle you are to witness
are rivers the tears you silently shed
at the carnage suddenly spilled at your feet
is it the sun's warm sprawling embrace
scaffolding you from crumbling over
Written on 07/11/2016 for Julia Wards' "Mountains" contest
Inspired by mountains of Kashmir in India.Ownership of Kashmir has been the source of discord between India and Pakistan.Years of war have witnessed blood spilled in the paradise like valleys of Kashmir
I woke up to see such a ginormous granny.
I woke up to inhale the aroma of the gravy.
I woke up in a surrounding full of grouchy.
Though am little grumpy but am like a guppy.
I woke up in splushy bumpy.
Not realising the damnable bandy.
I woke up in an oblivious jollity not realising the grumpy.
I woke up in an obtruded home but full of jolly.
I woke up from a past of gaily to a present of gaiety.
I woke up in a palace full of golden plumy.
I woke up in a friendly planet not noticing the bumpy.
I woke up in a titanic not realising the pirates are in the suits of piracy.
I woke up in a house which was soo plasticky.
I woke up in rapacious atmosphere which has boost my rapacity.
I woke up in a state of rascal but never mind cos,is such a rarity.
I woke up in yunkee so dont expect me to be wishy -washy.
I woke up in a ginormous family that is too unwieldy.
(alternately titled “How art thou dear reader?”)
(Inexplicably triggers domino effect
and doth indirect
lee send favorable
ripples vibrantly unchecked.)
vagaries of an uncertain
today or tomorrow
excites this scribe,
with a whim
analogous to sensational leitmotifs
introducing note worthy
composition melody,
and/or lyric with vim
and vivacity, particularly
to avoid behavior
being predicable, and also
(more importantly for)
to partake of the vast trim
ming of life, (not just those
reserved for holiday time),
where every day provides
an opportunity, no matter slim,
and/or fat chance to bring,
(or deliver a smile)
via friendly gesture accompanied
with a kind word
such as "hello,"
cuz no cost involved being friendly
to a self absorbed passersby
alighting, and enabling
stark contrast day, sans
gloom and doom uttering,
an innocuously neutral
greeting to bring
a dollop of good
day (not simply,
those festive occasions
(mainly and most
optimally, favorably,
and conveniently during)
Thanksgiving, and/or Christmas,
but any given evening
no matter the season if only to fling,
(albeit verbally) one or more glee
full spontaneous vocalization -
(USDA NON GMO,
gluten and monosodiumglutimate free)
surprising yourself (myself
in this case) voluntarily prithee
boost interpersonal
social awkwardness,
perhaps even offering
to lend a helping hand re
garding circumstance,
where an individual
might be contending
with something obviously
beastly, heavy, and/or
unwieldy to manage
despite the outcome, where
no response
might be forthcoming,
maybe experiencing feeling
snubbed without letting
air of indifference
(from recipient) sting!
Identical to a water droplets in a leaf caused by rain,
tears inside an eye also drops as sorrowness gain.
As thing get added,
clear precious blood flooded.
Heaviness of unshed tears becomes unwieldy,
gradually drops as reflex tear hefty.
As things seems difficult to be blown,
the tears slip progressively on its own.
where the eyes seems to be in grief,
as water carried by its leaf.
Inaudible eyes of unspoken words,
yet perceptible through a glance.
The process of heaviness,
will the output of weightlessness.
Serious Sibling Subluxation...
Rapprochement Somewhat Salvaged Dislocation
This trademark ungainly, unsightly,
and unwieldy title essentially
huzzah mask ***** aid,
and accentuates tendency
(mine) to administer
reverent unpretentious yawping,
sans (asper thy usual)
wordy, nutty,
and gallimaufry charade,
though pointed lament
decries copious blather,
which awareness (in tandem
with better angels)
prevail upon sesquipedalian
quirkiness, might be
in my best interest to evade
leaving an unsuspecting
readers psychologically frayed,
and without doubt prematurely
finds same haired grayed,
akin to experience dramatic,
and sudden onset of progeria
hence, a concerted effort
will be orchestrated, i.e.made
fur me tabby
conscientiously choosing
modus operandi
to mute trumpeting,
associated with this one man
faltering hit parade,
hence, an intent to write
more clearly,
cogently, and creditably
qua more understand
able to in vite,
subsequently witnessing, an
increased authorial fan
base, and unite
easy to comprehend
intelligent conversation,
and/or share something trite,
anyway, thee impetus regarding
risking emailing
a younger sister,
where spite led to
dissolution, nee cessation
of brotherly
linkedin communication
engendered me to a right
emotional estrangement,
principally augmented
(thank you very much) by me,
viz in sum avoidance behavior
(purring, loping,
and humming along) quite
familiarly, easily, (no matter
discontentedly), alas and alack
moment seemed apropos
for this only bro
their to allow, enable,
and proffer selflessness -
pushing ego
(mine) aside and attempt to go
for the gusto hoe
embarking, kickstarting, and
resolving upon
reasonable resolutions
to convey persevere re-establishing
cordiality, despite misgivings
toward Shari Todd
(thee family member in question).
Time Out!
Beads of sweat dripping
from a newfound mustache
steadily I walk trying
to shrink away the years
from this unwieldy body
that cries with every step.
Why now? Why such devotion?
The Olympics I do not seek
my time on earth is halfway done.
Swimming I like, the buoyancy suits
my aging bones, and our morning walks
with the family dog fill me with relaxing joy,
but the treadmill! Please, stop this nonsense!
Spring I thought was my friend
but with you a tormenter is no end;
who knew turning fifty would be
the end of you and me?
I’ve already packed
Everything you need
For your trip, Little One.
“Yes,” she said,
“But I’ve never been
To Chicago before,
And I just might need
My old hairbrush
And this book I used to like,
And…” it all went
Into her backpack
I smiled then
And again later
As we walked the long concourse.
Steps faltered
And tears of fatigue flowed
Down my daughter’s face
Until a loving elder brother
Took the unnecessary burden
So we all
Could make our plane.
I shoulder my own
Unwieldy baggage,
And trudge with faltering step,
Tears of frustration
And fatigue
Rolling down my face.
I fail to acknowledge
That Father has sent me
Already fully equipped,
And I’m reluctant to release
My unnecessary burden
To the Brother who
Would carry it for me.
And in my obstinance
I just might miss
My flight!
Mystical Red stag altered his stance,
Highland terrain, salutes drifting fog
Enchanted wise eyes, fixated glance
Scent rides harsh winds, exuberant gun dog
Highland terrain, salutes drifting fog
Concealed rifle nose, braggart stalker
Scent rides harsh winds, exuberant gun dog
Trophies, souvenirs, wildlife hawker
Concealed rifle nose, braggart stalker
Game breaking cover, birds soaring high
Trophies, souvenirs, wildlife hawker
Gun shots scatter, death decaying sky
Game breaking cover, birds soaring high
Rustic stamina, unwieldy prance
Gun shots scatter, death decaying sky
Mystical Red Stag, altered his stance