Best Vociferations Poems
Alpha and Omega, in the beginning was the word
Made spirit, made flesh, instinct, emotion, passion,
Apotheosis of all human experience!
For primeval man and woman, one breath,
One idiom, one allegory, and human nature
Materializes in the vile, venomous vociferations
Of the cold, calculating, crawling creature!
The word, truth or prevarication,lofty
Incandescent flash of lush, limpid light,
Kaleidoscopic, bewitching, enlightening,
Dazzles the mind and warms the heart
With the enthralling glimpse of Paradise lost!
Hail, the Sermon on the Mount!
Hail, the Ten Commandments!
But, floating on lips of eloquent monsters,
Fickle, protean, tower of Babel, it rises
On wings of hate, acrimony, resentment,
Injustice, painful uncertainties, war, death.
False prophets, cunning conspirators appear,
Waving the Apocalyptic glaive of the Millennium.
Malevolent, messianic manipulators of the mind,
Vicious, vitriolic, vehement vessels of vengeance,
Dance in the dark, dismal dungeon of moral decay,
Spiritual distress, dismay, depression and decadence!
In fine, the natural Word, majestic, divine,
Serene, eternal, sacred, one and indivisible,
From the sweet, silken sound of silence,
Soars, triumphant, joyous and meek,
Harbinger of peace, harmony, justice, liberty,
And true life to all who condescend to lend an ear!
LOSER
my parents
taught me to walk and they made me crawl
taught me to talk and they said be quiet
they tormented my mind to slay my imagination
their vociferations of scrawny advice
a fragmentation of a thought hospitalized
getting ready
for a more robust job
to mock my ideals
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my teachers
taught me to write and they cut off my thoughts
taught me to read and they took away my books
taught me geography and they pointed the enemy
they were radiant
with a vivacious
inconsistent preaching
that curdled with every word
and left me
tired
hungry
cold
*
my leaders
taught me to love my country and they gave me political slogans
taught me history and they didn’t want me a hero
they torture my body to kill my will to live
trashed my humanity to build in me the hate
forced me on my knees to slobber on my head
they put me with criminals to teach me how to kill
they destroyed my files to erase my existence
they spitted me out naked and hopeless
my parents, my teachers, my leaders
a spiteful reminder
that I should squirm
in front of their frying words
and the meaningless guilt grabs me
insipid
achromatic
odorless
still there
pressing
pushing
drowning thoughts
they planned my life and I chose freedom
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I don’t have old parents
to care for and to cry
over their shrinking bodies
I don’t have roots
shoved around as a leaf in the wind
caressing the ground
but I am part of a tree
I’m a nomad
unwelcomed writer
with tired wrinkled eyes
holding old forgotten songs
of love and hate
waddling to the kitchen
for a hot green tea
I write fossilized verses
the murmur of a thought
a tribulation to the language
common sense and logic
repulsive notions
I drown in verbalism
wasting my soul’s value
atom by atom
while I wait
to grow white wings
but my heart and arms
are in breakable cast
I am a loser
with cardboard ideas
and I project my mobility in a short poem
charged with captive gods
yeah, I’m a loser
and that’s fine with me.
I see, in the colourful waves of the night sky
Love, as it slithers all over the universe,
Spreading its bolts of firework
All over, seeking solely to please the lot
Of Life as, in the very end,
Love remains that which is sought out
To keep on treading along thorny paths!
I see, in the sparkling dots scattered all over the night sky
Signals, aiming to reach the depth of my soul
Seeking to guide me on my fate line
As to what are the choices that I should turn to
And what are those that I should abstain from!
Pray, I see, in the void, in the silence,
Creativity in its splendour
Intelligence as shall never be known on Earth
A power, in the very end, a power
Being so subtle yet so glorious
That I, as a mere mortal, can only bow down to it
In selfless abandon!
I see, again, the anchorage where our souls
Are meant to reach,
After having desired Earth, merely to realise
That its many pleasures are false,
Imbibed with pain all the way through!
I see, a net, a matrix which carries beings
So marvelous that they remain invisible to our eyes
Beings though, who have as pastimes, the constant
Tampering with our lives, and
Requiring thus, from us, constant adoration!
Pray, Love, I see your greatness in the depths of the night sky
In human form, you do push my body beyond its limits
Awaking me in bursts of powerful lava explosions
But there, in the night sky, you calm me, you soothe me
You bring me relief, as if, there, in the dark silence,
I could hear you as is emanated from your voice,
Deep musical vociferations about our eternal love story!
I see, yes, I see, all about that in the night sky
I see reason for life to be, I see meaning of life,
I see cause, I see purpose, I see power, art,
Creation process, intelligence, songs and dances,
I see, you Love, as you tangle my hair in your hand,
Carrying me along with you, on your explorations,
Never wanting to let me go or to let any other power
Touch the edges of my skin!
I see the urges of forgiveness, I see tender kisses
And gentle caresses, I see understanding and patience
I see, for you, submission and abandon!
I see, yes, I see all of this
And it keeps me breathless, panting,
Pulse racing, heart booming, hairs on end, gulping,
Expectant, and in love!
Written on 18th Feb 2019
Tires my emotions,
I'm left with dry vociferations..... (vocabulary(?))
Blanks my mind,
And severs my dictations.
Steals my thoughts,
And rapes my mind.
Breaks and violates,
Privacy shut down.
Feelings closed off,
Barred, avoiding judgement.
~Written in mid-2003 when I was fourteen/fifteen.
There is a softening current
In which we all strive to reside
Spoken from the ecstatic pop of firecrackers,
A tinkling of wine glasses with eyes and a sudden warm touch,
The elevator rising with the waiting love of two silent bodies,
The mental act of dissent,
Choking the speed of trains to a halt,
The rushing logic of the world’s chorus
As you pry your way to the center,
With the box, your heart’s recorder,
Your fingers--greased from the machine’s buttons,
Give way to the watering eyes steeped in the passion
Of the hordes that filled every square and ran down each lane…
Hands grappled the sun-marooned bars
Anchoring your feet onto the soapbox
From there the world worked like great torrents over your body.
Wails and vociferations marbled the land into an absurd painting
Hollowed and homogenized, still in its actions.
Grotesque and beautiful.
Pressing record, the machine breaks into giant pieces,
Falling like great heaves of sadness,
Like chunks of baby furniture,
Rolling and sputtering to a stop on the cobbles below.