Best Visible Poems
This world has become so depressing
cutting to the soul removing the rights of prayer
everyday listening to a gestapo styled media that tells nothing but lies
morning noon and night it speaks of nothing but misery
Under martial law pushing restriction after restriction
pandemic is the new scamdemic that poisons minds
turning neighbour against neighbour removing peaceful living
Chaos you are the virus silencing the truth from speaking
war is declared on those whom choose to live life in faith
this new age has put their beliefs squarely on a piece of fabric
God be merciful to us all as many characters have become judgemental
they talk like the voodoo doctors that support the culture of death
twisted science has no place in society attacking our personal choice
the past repeats itself only under different tactics
Liberals are not Holy
they are wolves dressed up as sheep pretending to care
this is just another exercise in abusing human rights
Categories:
visible, conflict, deep, emotions, fear,
Form:
Free verse
Even with your eyes closed
I know you can still see me.
So if you were to listen real close,
I know you can still feel
and hear my heart beating.
You can listen with your heart
or even with your ears.
Just know that my words
can calm all your fears,
and dry up every tear.
If you try telling your mind
to push my words away.
Well you can't shut up my words,
but my words will always have something to say .
Categories:
visible, imagery,
Form:
Narrative
Taking Off!
Some time passing, wondering
about my invisibility,
apart from my so very demanding physicality...
From birth, as my mother reported,
I wanted smiles,
screamed for them,
made other’s cheeks sore giving them...
Then learning I could cause them, create them,
with my own being,
making and doing, living
into the happy, hopeful, surviving part of the room...
that is greatly all THEY want from me,
more than my poems or drawings...
Sally, that is all that is wanted:
YOU TO BE THERE!
You are yourself loved
as a small, twinkling star
that somehow stays within hearts
or rooms, able to be held, visible, alive,
more than what I create,
which is what means my life to me...
for which I hunger the approval
...but it is I, the small, embraceable star...
as we are each of us...for a time
visiting our earthly haunts
with our being’s twinkling love,
to the hearts who pause to see.
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(C) sally young Eslinger 3/2021
Categories:
visible, appreciation, art, creation, love,
Form:
Prose
Blood Frogs Life Wild Animals
Pestilence Boils Hail Locusts
Darkness Smiting of the Firstborn
The Ten Plagues of Ancient Egypt
Visited upon Egypt by an Invisible God
Momentarily Become Visible
Executing Strict Judgment
On a Nation of Slave-owners
and Cruel Taskmasters
Everyone knows:
When Israel
was in Egypt's Land
--Let My People Go!
Who Has Paid Attention?
Who has Learned the Lesson?
God Waits and Watches...
Categories:
visible, god, history, jewish, judgement,
Form:
Free verse
I do not know what work there is as many feel
I have always worked with love and taste
In my teens my second home was Library
Reading Gulliver travels and one-act plays.
After getting my master’s degree in English
I got a job in the university campus as a lecturer
And never felt teaching as a work but joy there.
My house was where I could hear college bells.
My class-room lectures were for three hours
And reading at home for next day preparation.
I *dramatized great works for the college fine arts
Even I *directed those works in my spare times.
After retirement my sons look after my needs
I enjoy looking after my needs for the fine arts.
*************
*The title of the poem is a famous
quote of Great Urdu Poet Khalil Zibran
*P.S. I shall be posting some photographs of my activities in
France and England, 1989. in my blog shortly
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Eighth place winner in
Contest: The work you do in Honor of Carolyn Devenshire
Categories:
visible, home, work,
Form:
Narrative
...is Somewhere.We can always Be...
Categories:
visible, philosophy
Form:
From the depths of space,
you will create wonder and love.
Comet Ison, shine!
Categories:
visible, adventure
Form:
Haiku
You want to cry quietly
so no one will hear
The Visible Man
wants to disappear
Although you walk with purpose
wear clothes like a guy
inside you feel like a woman
and don’t understand why
No it’s not some accident
that you find yourself here
You’ve never been the person
that you see in the mirror
So you start to dress different
at first just when you’re alone
Raising you’re voice an octave
to strike the right tone
You build up your courage
putting on makeup and hair
A bra and panties
and bind yourself down there
The right dress and stockings
matching shoes and a bag
Others might think it’s pretend
that you’re just some fellow in drag
But it’s not that simple
your inside they can’t see
If you don’t change on the outside
You’ll simply cease to be
So you search for courage
to yourself you must be true
Others who have gone before you
show you what to do.
Yes the Visible Man
took years to erase
Chiseled features gone
now a curved body, soft face
You now can smile at yourself
when You gaze in the mirror
The invisible woman you needed to be
has finally joined you here.
My wife and I watched a documentary about people going through transition. This piece was rattling in my head when I woke up. We have a friend who’s son is going through this process. I can only imagine how difficult it is for all involved.
Categories:
visible, body, mirror,
Form:
Quatrain
The sky on days become too full
And gravity will start to pull
And capture every bubble frame
While popping corks off rich champagne
The trees will fool and start to dance
And still the time on every branch
With baron shrine and fruits to bare
The wind that strokes and blows through hair
On top-down journeys come to pause
And settle howls with loud applause
Before acceding way too fast
They leave a trail that sprouts from past
Of flitter flatters in delight
And pitter patters out of sight
Extending dreams as arms beseech
To touch the always out of reach
Parting ways, they kiss goodnight
Before the lips close way too tight
The watermarks miraged for miles
With poppy sighs and angel smiles
A substance of the rarest rare
The healing voice of hearts that care
The silver clouds left in its wake
Remain untouched for heaven’s sake
It can’t be met from anywhere
But viewed to share the secret stare
and ponder why it’s so reborn
Transparent in its naked form
It paints the sky with gold perhaps
For all to drink from natures tap
The air contains the future’s plot
Seen at times, at others not
It’s written in the stars you see
Eclipsed by mind and soul-ar key
Failure amidst surrounds of air
That doesn’t mean love isn’t there
Categories:
visible, introspection, nature, peace, people,
Form:
Couplet
The first forgotten
(non erit finis)
was the I,
(non est)
and who would not,
(in phasmatis reverentia)
for my
(Et credo)
expanded world
(universitas)
climbed in
(saecula saeculorum)
and even God
(pleni sunt coeli et terra gloria)
was dwarfed
(et *****factus est)
by nothingness.
(pro totus universitas)
Come, see the light
(et vitam venturi)
of knowing,
(saeculi amen)
for there is no other truth.
(amen)
~
Categories:
visible, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
I was supposed to be transparent
but you didn’t really see through that mask I wore
the one that hid who I was but you still believed
that I was transparent and happy
only that was the face I put on everyday
I guess that if you saw me really smile
you would be astounded in the beauty of the truth
all you've ever seen was a beautiful lie
In all matters of reality I’m not who you think
I have layers that would make you cringe
because of the pain you never saw
or the tears that no one ever fought
only I know the whole story so dark and deep
of the pain found within little ol’ me
why did everyone accept this mask
no one truly asked who is the real me
The only me you ever saw was the one who
fit a preconceived notion of Sarah Lee
I guess I could take off some layers
make it so easy but then you still wouldn't see
because to see my core you must be God
or somehow convince me that you are worthy
of the entirety of all of me
Categories:
visible, identity, image,
Form:
Free verse
Autumn comes I stand watching the leaves..thinking
The breath leaves my body unseen
But as the mercury drops and as I ponder my place.
I notice all I think all I feel.
Right there on the window before me.
To others it's just a mist caused by cooling or heating or both.
A chilhood whimsical game"oh boy look it's cold"
To me that mist is all, your name , your face, Our time.
I want to wipe it away this physical aberation of all unseen in my heart.
I see it all the pain the love the heartache everything in a small whitish cloud on a simple window.
My hand reaches pauses oh so this is what you look like.
Oh if it was so easy to be done.
The mist fades rapidly with every lonely wasted breath. Making an apperance oh so briefly.
What ever course I take to wipe away or to gently touch the mist.
Would this breath on the window which taunts me so relay back to my damaged soul see its gone you'll be ok now or see how it welcomes your touch?
welcome to the world for all to see.
Hidden by the sun most of the time.
My fingers glide through the vanishing mist, I flash back to your cheek beneath my fingers.
Goodbye my love, goodbye my pain, goodbye to the only proof I have left of you.
But at peace I am.
I know now what I did not before.
Your not invisable your their in my breath.
Kissing the crisp Autumn air with me.
And all I have to do is breath.
And my visible breath will show me all I feel is real as real as the mist on the window
Categories:
visible, confusion, dedication, depression, faith,
Form:
Free verse
One hits thee with a switch
jumping hard made one flinch.
Running around the house like one
struck gold,
Scolding images unfold from your
damaged soul.
Hiding
Shying
and lying takes precedence over the sacrifices
of one's past,
Wondering and debating how long will this secret
convenience last?
Desperate searches for away out,
Hit's thee with a dramatic blast.
Yet scratches, backlashes, running dashes
and gashes sing a lonely song.
Not telling anyone is a reminder that you've
been wrong.
Pretending,
Scares never mending and defending your pieces of
mind will never come in time
that's why one keeps lying
So there's no show of a visible sign.
Tiffany
Categories:
visible, life,
Form:
ABC
How I wish in life
Caution is visible
Like CAUTION WET FLOOR
If that is the case
We are able to lessen bad experiences, failure, heart pain, rejection, break-ups, sadness, and many more……
If CAUTION in life is visible…..
CAUTION Wrong Person
CAUTION He is a Player
CAUTION He is a User
CAUTION He is Immature
CAUTION He is Lazy
CAUTION He is Abusive
CAUTION He is a Playboy
CAUTION He will Hurt You
CAUTION Failure Ahead
CAUTION Bad Boss
CAUTION Accident Ahead
CAUTION Bad Influence
CAUTION Not Real Friend
CAUTION High Interest Rate
CAUTION Bad Place to Work
In life, sometimes we are blind
CAUTION is visible but we tend to ignore
We choose to take the risk
And set aside the CAUTION
We have the power to choose
Be CAUTIOUS!
Categories:
visible, cute love, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
3/10/15
It was visible
That he was a strange individual
Because he followed his own principles
And never believed in anything biblical or political
To some that was unforgivable
And despicable
Yet hardly anything he ever did was criminal or typical
And most of his ideas were original
In a world so digital
He knew that nothing was invincible
And far too many things were mythical
And fictional
But he stayed unpredictable
In a place that was truly livable
It was pitiful
That many were inhospitable
So he was never egotistical
Or critical
Because he loved being mystical
Even if it was considered as non traditional
Outside the municipal
He reached far above the pinnacle
But those that were episcopal
Tried to cover it up as if it was invisible
And even though it seemed rather inexplicable
He paid no attention because doing his own thing was irresistible
And what they had done was easily fixable
Categories:
visible, dark, poetry, rap, word
Form:
Rhyme