Best Vexations Poems
Her heart was
whirling,
swirling,
twirling
inside the eye
of a
whirlwind,
so I
weaved words
to calm her rage,
because,
like an empathic eagle,
a poet is a
storm chaser,
unafraid of
human hurricanes.
A wordsmith word weaves
against windstorms,
decorating nebulous skies
with rainbow bridges,
kissing the warm balmy
neon glow of the sun,
softly soothing,
vivid vexations
through
intimate intrinsic artistry,
because,
a cloudless day
is a bandage wrapped...
Too tight.
Only a bard can
affectionately alliterate
the grip of grief,
as poetry can be the cure
to calm tempested trauma.
Ink is the mistress
to butterfly sentiments.
I will not stop the moths
from devouring you,
as long as they feed
on toxic thoughts.
I have made a home on the moon,
where stardust scribbles carry us to freedom.
Categories:
vexations, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Cast the burdens of your heart
Into the restless sea
Allowing them to be forever swallowed
Setting your heart free
Release the troubles from your mind
Unto the whispering wind
Never to be heard from
Within your mind again
Empty the sorrow within your soul
Unto the blistering sun
For it to be forever burnt up
Once this deed is done
Breath in deeply the beauty of life
Releasing all vexations of past days
Being thankful as you exhale
As all tensions have been cast away
Danny Boy:4-1-13
Categories:
vexations, freedom, happiness, life, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
In this arid plain of perennial drought,
as I stand transfixed with vexations rising in my spirit
and sadness lying mute as a stone,
I discern, I am alone with none to hold my hand
or share the burden that weighs me down.
Trudging through rugged paths
with my mournful shadow, tottering along,
the past sneers at me, breaking open
bottled up memories- of years spent in unbridled passion,
the smell of cigarettes, ganja and beer
wine and women, bet and gambling,
and the thrill of having won and lost
I had addictions many and they kept
gnawing into my psyche!
Once I walked with stilted gait
with friends and fans, amid laughter and haste
eager to please and to praise
Inebriated and effervescent were we
Fancied money could buy all we yearned
and turn this Earth-a virtual Paradise
But how swift was the twist of fate!
With no condiments, life suddenly turned bland.
The gorgeous castles I once built, burnt down to cinders
like dry leaves blown by the wind,
Friends, I thought never would desert,
flitted away one by one!
With dejection and despair warping me down
a rabid dog I strayed.
Grew irritable and vicious,
fled away from bond and bondage
spitting the saliva of my angst,I barked… barked at everyone;
“Where did vanish all the fabulous dreams
Whither gone life’s ritzy splendors?
But the wildfire burnt itself down,
now a passive stillness has settled in.
In this inert hush, as I grope,through murky corridors
with the sound of my footsteps falling like a thud,
a single query breaks out from within
‘Where shall I hide unseen
from this horrid loneliness staring me in the eyes?’
Categories:
vexations, addiction, angst, depression,
Form:
Free verse
BLACKNESS
No racism, we are all made of black
Like a bacon-eating balaclava-wearing bachelor Jack,
And even if you're white or Caucasian,
Can't run from black hair like typical Asian
Cos of creation we all had our fair share
And even if you're blonde or red at all,
Can't run away from black eyeball,
For sure, our full cup of character will always pour,
Even if you're hazel or blue eyes,
Can't run from black eyebrows or lashes
Even if you're completely shaved or albino,
For a spot or birthmark you can't say no,
Even if you're clean, fresh and pure
There'll always be that identification you can't cure
And can't run from a dark soul or dark side,
Whether saved or unsaved, you confide...
In the phenomenon called life
As if both of you were husband and wife
"You're still made of black" is the said slogan,
Whether circumcised, uncircumcised, Jew or pagan.
But if you evade all these notions
You're certainly of or in a dark world of vexations;
Darkness is always here to stay.
BUT LET YOUR LIGHT DO NOTHING BUT SLAY.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©2019.
Categories:
vexations, 1st grade, africa, black
Form:
Rhyme
In this modern world of hustle and bustle.
When I hear the pages of a book, rustle.
At the end of the day when everyone is gone.
In the darkness of the night when I feel alone.
When in a hectic routine I want the ease.
Getting lost in a book is the only source of peace.
A book is not silent it does speak and talk.
It writes on the board of mind with a quiet chalk.
From all the vexations of life, it gives you escape.
Help to re-build your senses and your attitude to re-shape.
Indulging in a book nourishes both soul and heart.
And you can give your day a fresh new start.
It is a gateway from this cold world of brutality.
And entering peacefully into the world of tranquility.
The feeling is far better than a peaceful nap.
It is as comforting as your mother’s lap.
I can say about myself not about any other.
A book is my second mother, A book is my second mother.
Categories:
vexations, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Always finding the quite of stillness; peaceful waters her, reflections....
Be it here or, perhaps there ? Assembling their higher educational think tanks
Joey bought a condo at Venice while Pamela, drove down from Malibu; her red eye'd
Flights hurry on now, you shan't be late; composed another read through; his puppets
As their strains ? Marching, time it's Piccadilly manifesto; cross'bow ambassadors
Gin and tonic her double agent stewardess, confides ? Marshall Maverick, concealing the ark
Of the covenant; sequestered at Cardinal Bay to be presented his Prince, Beelzeboob's for surety
At Whirlwind Heights for authentication be a declaration; autism avouched of Babylonia's..
Fourteenth century her papacy ? Avignon, canonized at St. Petrarch's, deflowering school and arts ?
Entering now love's air space Tel Aviv'-Jaffa; gallivant's elaboration bubonic's plague; document six sixty
Six with Father Merrin As Regan to witness Historia's, tableau treaty demonic wedding ? Baby Sebastion's
Lucid trans atlantic delusion; vexations wild west Windsor's castle grand patriarch; sovereign jaegers....
Abominations, standing where they ought not be ? Bethlehem's bright morning star their Angels Melchizedek.
Categories:
vexations, angel, art, autumn,
Form:
My Life
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
The life I’ve had has been spacious,
And having lived it, I decline to be a carper.
I’m from detached family who seldom relates
But does that mean we don’t care?
I’ve endured the heat, and winters cold,
I’ve felt life’s pleasures, and often, its pain.
For the earlier part I floundered in confusion,
A spirit active, but to a misfit tune;
I staggered blindly, as if with sleep filled eyes,
And my life, was a canvas stained by untruth,
Until Jesus, touched my adolescent heart;
And God’s spirit moved across my years.
God purged me of all previous vexations,
Showing me, that beyond my dull and ordinary,
Picturesque dreams lay beyond this life.
No longer we’re my dues for life delinquent,
Jesus had paid them at the cross.
Categories:
vexations, life,
Form:
Free verse
Awkward abandoned outcast
Broken, battered, beaten
Crumbling from its misery and torture
Dead ere death nears
Everything returns
Fragility accents its blessing
Giving supplement to the split seams
Honing on the strength
Illuminating beauty of scars
Jargon accepts and aids rather than excludes
Keenly the binding shines
Longing for fresh form flees
Mind readies itself for the future laden with experience
Nostalgia fades and never acceptance flies toward
Over the mist of muted mind
Pain contributes to its newer beauty
Quiet and not quick
Radical, ready, rebellious fight
Subtle, yet definite and inevitable
Thorns frame for future sores, yet the body accepts
Unique, distinguishable will to live
Vexations appear in cycles with each distinct print
Waiting for better dissipates toward nature
Xenolythe transitions to a familiar substance
Yes to adversity,yes to pain,yes to suffering
Zest differentiates form the past
Categories:
vexations, life,
Form:
Abecedarian
There are many things to which I'm averse
I know the Commandment says not to curse
So to stifle my tongue
From bad words bein' flung
I'll fix vexations flingin' rocks at a hearse!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Categories:
vexations, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
I gaze at my winter worn garden
And long for the coming of spring.
I can see myself there
Breathing gulps of fresh air
As handfuls of plant food I fling.
The lilac's big buds will be bursting,
Their fragrance perfuming the air.
Sunshine will be warming
And small insects swarming,
Saluting a spring day so fair.
We still have February to deal with
Before March throws open the door
To bright days of pleasure
A springtime to treasure
And nesting birds singing once more.
I sit by the fireside and plan for
The warm days of the coming spring.
Forget winter's vexations
In great expectations
Of joys the next season will bring.
Categories:
vexations, seasons
Form:
Rhyme
constructs of the abstract
intangible pillars supporting
heavy weight facts
fat psychedelics
slipping
tripping
dripping
through the cracks
odd formless blobs emerging
from the dark vast primordial black
two speeding bullet trains crossing tracks
ending in catastrophic spilled brains contact
special edible weird astral voodoo extract
out of body experience
but now you're back
new air of awareness
winds rushing and relentless
blasting bold and bodacious
strong winding vexations
smothering the human senses
awe stricken dry mouth
have some taking it all in
slapping refreshments
sugar coat this with a pastry reference
who exactly sent this text message
Categories:
vexations, art, nonsense,
Form:
Rhyme
I spotted a robin among many birds in my garden mead
Tilting its head this side and that, looking for some feed
It wasn't to satisfy its hunger but for its young ones to be fed
It had lovely feathers all over in colors of black and red
I have found its nest on a tall tree by my house’s side
It frequents my garden to catch the ladybirds in hide
Having a lively home with fledglings not yet ready for flight,
Flying to them with worms tucked in its beak is a usual sight
From branch to branch it flits, singing songs merry
With its sharp beak, pecking at clusters of red cherry
On rainy days in inclement weather, once when it is wet,
Smoothens its ruffled feathers staying under leaves, so quiet
Sitting close to its nest, every day it sweetly sings
I wonder if it is to announce the arrival of spring
Or is it singing lullabies to put its babies to sleep
Whatever it be, its song resonates in valleys deep
In my ears as the lovely strains of its melody fall to rest
All my vexations go to roost, making me feel so blest.
As I keep listening, my gloomy self with fresh comfort fills
And my sentient heart, with overwhelming joy thrills
Feb.10. 2023
A Simple Pleasure Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Julia Ward
Categories:
vexations, beautiful, bird, garden,
Form:
Rhyme
Accept lack of infinite knowledge
accept there is much to impart
accept my mortal existence
accept my falable heart
accept the limits of language
accept the curving of time
accept the eternal expanse
accept my downfall of virtue
accept the inconsistency of words
accept my purposeful intentions
accept my discourse with ego
accept my negative nature
accept my torturous suffering
accept my wandering moods
accept the critical glances
accept my sated desires
accept my unruly vexations
accept my moral incontinence
accept my bitter diatribes
accept my feigned attention
accept my solicitous silence
accept my anxious aggression
accept the death of civility
I accept nothing, I strive for perfection
Categories:
vexations, growth,
Form:
Free verse
Wearisomes travelers; who is blind and I Am not blind?!
Passing through gildeds secular anathemas open markets
With countless sonorous voices calling from their ravens, hoodoo booths
Wishing to sell everyone these worldly visions amid obscures
Perverted material trinkets; placing them in front of narrows sight!?
Glittering these things; as unto a baby within its beloved crib....
Poisons to possess; unaware of the kings orders borne in piques
Hateful beginnings while Rachel continues to weep; innocence deceived ~
Precious infants caught amid a kingdoms wrath, spite and pain; amissful
Their sidebar moments wherein they only have themselves to blame yet
Someone must pay for sombers resipiscence in this, corrosives mistakes....
Vexations troubling beast of conscious; crippled by its mutations?!
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....“Terrestrial Journals” *
Categories:
vexations, hope, life, love,
Form:
It was approved by the Session and duly recorded by the Clerk
That the youth would perform the Nativity Play at the Presbyterian Kirk.
'Twas further resolved that Sister Smythe, who had a proclivity
For curious creativity, would again manage this annual activity!
Venerable Sister Smythe had staged the event since time immemorial,
But, alas, could be quite testy and at times rather dictatorial!
Generations of kids had acted in this solemn yearly affair.
Now their kids suffered beneath her stern, withering glare!
Stage-struck moms maneuvered above and around each other,
Boosting their little darling for the role of The Holy Mother!
Sister Smythe made her selection after a grilling examination.
Alas, the little lass forgot her lines to Sister Smythe's consternation!
The lad playing Joseph was found asleep and missed his cue.
Two of the Wise Men tripped and sprawled, spoiling their debut!
Kids dressed as sheep sounded like braying mules from sounds they did emit.
This caused the harried Sister Smythe another thundering snit!
Poor Sister Smythe lay abed a couple of weeks to recover,
As solicitous Session members around her did pray and hover.
Despite the vexations, she'll rule again next year - she'll survive,
To shepherd other kids to make the Christmas Story come alive!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
vexations, funnysister, sister, myth, ,
Form:
Rhyme