Best Variation Poems
On tuffet to eat whey and curds
Miss Muffet is shat on by birds
All seems to be well
As she can't smell or tell
Curds and whey are now just two-thirds
If you don't understand this allegory--read the note below:
Our biggest threats have always been from above--bad drugs, bad food, bad banking, bad leadership into aggressive war, massive pollution, etc. The list is quite long, yet these individual "bad things" often seem to escape detection as they creep up on us--something like a spider.
Categories:
variation, allegory, drug,
Form:
Limerick
Where Lud gave wing, Blessed Bran doth sing
true oracle the visions bring,
from midnight’s land, bear burning brand
the Queens of old, gift Druid hand.
Shadow depth seek, sharp sable beak,
pierce psyche veils when prophets speak,
messenger calls through ancient halls
where Raven reigns the Tower walls.
Fey healer fly, the night-world sky
initiate Ovates nigh,
beckoning deep, iconic keep,
hark Raven calls to dreamless sleep.
Where Lud gave wing Blessed Bran doth sing
true oracle the visions bring,
from midnight’s land, bear burning brand
the Queens of old gift Druid hand,
the Queens of old gift Druid hand.
Categories:
variation, history, inspirational, places, religionold,
Form:
Rhyme
Variation Fantasies
(Senryu Suite)
fantasy fairytale
a lavender landscape patchwork
jewel foliage
dandelion sap
juniper jubilation
ancient sandalwood
bumblebee nectar
parading catwalk cartoon
dragonfly greenhouse
marzipan rainbow
tasty nugget tangerine
hickory pasture
vegetation waltz
air cactus zucchini juice
utopia maize
mammoth koala bear
obsolete notwithstanding
hair raising rabbit
Erich J.Goller
Copyright 8.2.2011
Categories:
variation, fantasy,
Form:
Senryu
A Creator Variation (1)
Part I:
When I was four and
You, precognizant either of our DNA or
An epidemic rippling through the stomach fat of the nation,
Enrolled me in gymnastics, I was
Not so young that I didn't know
My preferences.
More specifically, I knew that
Bounding the trampolined length of the room was fun and
So were skin-the-cats
(Despite the overtly cruel, cruel name).
Days when the heavens-bound rings dropped to
Lift our feet in one, brief swing of fairyhood
Were treasured as one might costume jewelry,
Or as the memory of that lump of brown sugar,
Tasted just once, when mother thought it would satisfy
Rather than create a craving.
Some authorities discourage letting your child flip
And tumble with abandon, while
We breathed more breaths as
Our young, disadvantaged lung capacity struggled
To keep pace with our bouncing.
But balance beam days were bad days.
When you can still walk under the balance beam without
Ducking or concussing yourself, I don't see why
They make you clamber atop it twice a week when
You're just going to fall.
After us kids had enough of braining and winding ourselves,
We would swing from the beams,
Suffering the sand paper because we preferred
To land on our feet.
We felt quite capable of walking in a straight line,
But sensibly we did it on the ground.
Categories:
variation, childhood, daughter, family, life,
Form:
Free verse
Apart from all the silence,
And never-ending tolerance;
Together with a vague shout,
And without any creeping doubt;
In feeling all the spiky nudges,
Taking my energy like sponges.
I am by your side and all’s fair.
I truly love you and I dare:
From my lips to your honey smile,
Along with baggage in a pile,
I take thee being so excited;
I contemplate you quite delighted.
My words are feeble as my ankles.
My adoration comes in bundles.
You whisper sweetness in my mind;
You are too lovely and too kind.
I wish for dreams to become real,
Ponder to rip fantasy’s seal…
Alas, you are departing in slow pace;
Yet, I could not see your angelic face.
Perhaps another soporific path
Would get me to enjoy your divine laugh.
Maybe a daydream will suffice,
For me to kiss you at least twice.
My lashes gently touch each other,
Hoping this romance would get further.
The squares in jelly water interchange,
With shades in an eerie, blue-grey range,
I am trapped in the open space of fear,
Solution: I long for you just near.
However this subconscious game may end,
Through all the hallways of my inner blend,
Along comes hesitation and the dance
Of passing to the next level of chance.
This road of forbidden wishes cradles
The vanity of my nothingness veils.
I am so liberated from my rage,
But chained, a priori, to this worldly stage.
You are projection and my camouflage;
Forever my shackles, prisoner and judge.
Although you are with me when I’m awake,
Leave you in dreams I have to, for my sake.
Categories:
variation, allegory, introspection, loveme, me,
Form:
Rhyme
v.1 Hush little baby don't say a word
Mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird
And if that mocking bird don't sing
mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring don't shine
mama's gonna give you all her time
Every hour of every day for the rest of your life
(chorus)
So hush little baby don't you cry
You'll always be within my eyes
Within my arms, within my touch
Within my heart, within all my love
v.2 Now hush little baby don't you cry
Mama's gonna sing you a lullaby
of all the times that we will share
We'll learn to love and we'll learn to care
And if our ways should part some day
in your heart my love will stay
Every hour of every day for the rest of your life
(chorus)
- only the first 4 lines are from the original song
Categories:
variation, baby, love, song, sweet,
Form:
Lyric
Grandfather Clock
(A Variation on a Triolet)
When I was young, not four foot tall,
My Grandpa’s clock I remember well
Stood and chimed, alone in the hall,
When I was young, not four foot tall.
Taller than I, standing by the wall.
Older than he? I could not tell.
My Grandpa’s clock - I remember well!
When I was young, not four foot tall.
My Grandma polishing the fine grained wood,
I remember the hands, time’s steady measure.
Day and night the clock in the hall-way stood,
My Grandma polishing the fine grained wood.
Pacing the hours across my passing childhood
The pendulum swung in timeless leisure.
I remember the hands - time’s steady measure,
My Grandma polishing the fine grained wood.
ABaAabBA
06/13/2021
Categories:
variation, 4th grade, grandfather, grandmother,
Form:
Rhyme
Sunday again listening to the blues;
Getting my share;
Church is in secession;
And to its intentions;
I really couldn’t say;
Things are different every day;
And how much should I care;
That depends on the dues.
More than half are ghost;
And through my ears I play as host.
They’re fingers popping;
With senses hopping;
They dance to the midnight stroll;
Double talking rhymes;
Sixteenth times;
And where am I going I never know.
Categories:
variation, parody,
Form:
Rhyme
Variation on a Door's theme
I forge the night
forget the day
Ask your heart
If I love ok
A dead format,
do we subscribe
just a game of
sociocide
No free love
thy bounty gone
in terms of time
all is deep undone
I hide knee-deep
in a tiny shell,
A moment's talk
a tale will tell
Your bait and switch
says steal away
take a number
suffocate away
I liquid languish in a loveless pause
re-missed of feelings, so un-involved
Keep the faith- a loveless cause?
forever dodging, problem solved!
Never a being, sick saturnine,
with dead unyielding
so G damn sublime!
I tell you now, I'm aloneeee;
I tell you ever, I'm me unknown.
(repeat)
All there is, it was to be; all there was was is never me.
I watch the world go fade to black, a nowhere place, no way back.
Categories:
variation, allusion, america, angst, best
Form:
Lyric
Variation of An Explanation
What we would see was another invitation;
Each time Trump does offer an explanation
We soon should see,
Some story will be;
Was either a viable lie or existing variation.
Jim Horn
Categories:
variation, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
PAINTING
so,so easy to do
when we know not..
oh so difficile
when we
do!
Categories:
variation, art,
Form:
Didactic
Its beauty lies in symmetry
An exactness of natural harmony
In particles of these variables.
Composed of possibility.
A slope made from just a touch
Seen in this, an altered form,
Found using a point given,
There is unique serenity in such.
Curves that flow in one direction
Or test limits of reality
In places considered undefined
In the course of numerical selection.
A chain of Independence
That implies continuity
In an equation made for two,
Shows the equality of this dance.
An overwhelming feeling, aha, exhilaration.
I have for higher mathematical computation.
Categories:
variation, education, science,
Form:
This run of good days is going to end
bad times are coming just around the bend
cash in your chips, there ain’t no tomorrow
future holds only worry and sorrow.
Armageddon of our own creation
as we burn in pyres of self-cremation
caught in words of convenient denial
grasp not the flash of the truthteller’s smile.
Yet from the rubble, a New Deal is made
Fridays for Future, a children’s crusade
as those whose time has come, now realise
elder’s inaction has darkened their skies.
We who’ve failed in our prognostication
pass the stick to a new generation.
7/9/2019
Categories:
variation, future,
Form:
Sonnet
Sometimes I'm not where most think me to be.
I'm on another plane in a separate reality.
I walk the shores of some of this planet's most beautiful beaches.
I explore regions of unknown outer space beyond today's reaches.
I also have the ability to slow down and suspend time.
One minute in your reality can be a full year in mine
and I assure you that my reality attained through transcendental meditation
is just as real for me as what is real for you my friend.
It's not a delusion. It's not an hallucination.
It's An Alternate Real Reality Variation.
Categories:
variation, imagination, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Through A Variation In A Dream
In mere silence we get a sense of reality
Nature beckons the blow that will teach us where to go
A pull at the heart will light the inner spark of what were waiting for
We shared a smile from a close passerby
To think deep melancholy moments that will soon pass
Through the eye of the storm there's an arrow that calms the soul
Long lines stand out in mere duration in the scene
Were living in a land today that is so very mean
Through a variation in a dream people scream
Shadows block the eyes of the brillant passerby
A love to behold amidst certain uncertainty
Lines being formed in the sand I hope you understand
Shape through the dreams or put on a disguise
The twilight sun has tainted my inner vision
Just a sold out soul out on an incredible mission
Those square pegs in the narrow lines of resistance
We traveled so far not to turn back now
To seek images in the brain not having her in my arms is driving me insane
Through a variation in a dream people tend to scream
Let your love be exposed to the ordinary functions of this life
With barrowed pews exposed to the elements of it's decorum
Shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning plough
We treasured a red rose that was plucked so long ago
Images cross the fragments of our imagination
Categories:
variation, blessing,
Form:
Free verse