Best Weekday Poems
Craft me a tiffany
that others may see
Cut out a matisse
for my mantle-piece
Throw me a pollock
to which others will flock
Abstract me a rothko
I can keep on show
Sculpt like epstein
this profile of mine
Draw like da vinci
a portrait of me
Categories:
weekday, art,
Form:
Couplet
Which train will come, I’ll try to guess
But that won’t really help my stress.
It’s building up as crowds surround
Creating quite the urban mess.
The tourists all must think we’re nuts
To cram on platforms where such gluts
Of humans stream without an end
To pack so tight we’re touching butts.
Announcements say the train is near.
We crane our necks; no lights appear.
Then suddenly the rumble sounds
Of braking by the engineer.
The subway’s stuffy, cramped and late.
It does its best to aggravate
But all that we can do is wait
And that is what we do; we wait.
(apologies to Robert Frost)
Categories:
weekday, parody,
Form:
Rhyme
a Gaudier Brezeka tribute
momentary
fits of enthusiasm
great in promise
visible on the horizon
sanguine features
objects of stimulation
in a fine beautiful spirit
gentleness
with humour
in delicate movements
statues
sketches& a few
page on art
en passant
such shafts of light
faculty of sythesis
with a
faculty of comprehension
sculptured energy
life in the absolute
such intensity
of existence
in a petrified
semblance
such opulent maturity
yet
a fragmented
potential
into
a stasis
of defiance
free of influence
a sense of stone
in stylised shapes
in opulent curves
as assembled digest
unyielding in scope
a consumable scope
for restless inquisitions
now vaguely forgotten
shortened
by the strain of war
but
with
accomplished
ease
in a vortex forseen
Categories:
weekday, art,
Form:
Ekphrasis
out of the particular
a birds wing
a waterfall
some things beyond
the ordinary
of moments past
drama of the season
atmosphere in the soul
sharp outlines
softness of vision
a philosophy of nature
spontaneous pleasure
in
an overflow of feeling
portents of proportions
vistas glimpsed
in elements&symbols
dramatic dreams
made real
by
discerning
eyes
natural beauty
sudden
& shaped
from eye to brush
unconstrained picturesque
in sublime raptures
particular places
poetical portraits
with pleasing effects
romantic feelings
beyond
the everyday
topography &textual detail
in light
& movement
ambitions so complex
washed
in colour&feeling
reflections in water
purposed in passing
a mass in shadow
solemn grandeur
masterly executed
of
sentiments
Categories:
weekday, art, poetry,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
her six kids
lined up for school bus
mom waving them off
Categories:
weekday, family, life, morning, mother,
Form:
Senryu
It's only Tuesday
Yet the whipping outside
Is quite lovely tonight
Hopes and expectations are
Aligned with fiery desire
Mulled with insatiable fruit
Steam arises from holes
Better meant for quaint beginnings Everyone traversing by diagonals And conquering marches
Disguised with vibes buzzing
Into incendiary bravados
TV night for some here
Has turned to epic, quixotic chapters Of legends and laughter
To remind some that
The days of fullest expression
Can't be tied down to holidays
Or weekends
They need to breathe and
Swallow each gasp of life
We're willing to expend
Time following Tuesday's gust
Into foreverland.
(10/8/19)
Categories:
weekday, adventure, appreciation, day, joy,
Form:
Free verse
HEAVENLY KISS XL1
My dynamic paraphrase translation excerpt of one of Quirinus Kulhmann's (A Christian sonneteer) series depicting the union of the soul with Christ
Categories:
weekday, poetry,
Form:
Sonnet
WASTELAND
possessed
by words
yet
discourse-less
implicit
intuition
meandering
in a
web of language
a whirling
vortex of
silent words
strangely
laconic
a tapestry
the plaintive
&oblique
intertwined
the detritus
of yesterdays
scattered over
the stutter
of time
happenings
high points
of drams
self-enlarging
onto
contrived
corridors
symbolism
touchstones
of childhood
&death
abstracts
in mode&tone
clusters
of repeated
thought
of the
vernacular
themes
juxtaposed
in imagery
confessions
of decay
&despair
fables
of meaning
orchestrated
organised
in ballads
of personages
issues
elucidated
declaimed
the constant
delusion
of the soul
in explicit
contrasts
echoes
of feeling
in conversations
back&forth
the minutiae
of the
domestic day
direct
expressions
of the
intuitive
philosophical
spectating
crowding
the mind
modulating
the present
of an alien
world
a truth
beyond
beyond
our
remit
Categories:
weekday, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
an adventure
an exploration
erudition
in a turn of phrase
made ccessible
thrown through space
form of perception
feelings speculations
full of exhilaration
profundity
in a new cry
an expression of
personaity
in a thesis of ideas
abstractions
in a life flow of motifs
incarnate
full of vitality
assertions of the soul
manifestations
of memory
activity
embodied by imgination
reality
of precision
in
a condensed
concept
without
decay
Categories:
weekday, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
TO BE OR NOT
Experiences re-lived
culled from images I've seen,
books recalled,places I've seen;
Re-fashioned,enhanced and changed
emphasised and re-arranged,
evoked,re-styled in shaded tones,
uniquely embossed my own;
Written out for you to see
this poem trapped,within me..
Now,you dear reader..set free
This poem trapped within my mind,
To leave it here,is it unkind?
Like a caged bird it flaps around
It sings its song,but makes no sound;
So should it stay or be set free
Or ever stay a mystery ?
Categories:
weekday, art,
Form:
Bio
Alone for a moment
measuring
sound
Frozen pieces
in a
particular way
to wonder
about
myself
To relax for hours
as in
a childish dream
and revolve
in
all directions
this prolongment
of self
limp..lonely..lost….
then
instantaneous
three pieces in form
with picturesque preludes
I open my mind
notice
&respond
Categories:
weekday, music,
Form:
Free verse
At the opened door of the weekday
The throat of the gate is choked
With the clamour of the cliché
of Aluta continua!
The little drop of hope
For the poor to breath on
Is now for the rich to tope
We might be covered
Like a stone in the grass
Yet still, we shall rise
Like sunlight from the sea.
Education is a right
Not a privilege
Why always the poor with austerity?
Why always the lower being suffocated?
Despite we are all the green and white.
The sun's protested for the pain
Even the cloud's lamented
Are we not the same?
Outside the board
You show your responsibility
But those under suffer a lot.
Why the hard decision on us?
Why extorting the little we could use
For the survival of our dinner dine?
Why forcing our future out of us?
Why so cruel
That you see everyone in your shoes?
The street has no choice,
Many talents will drop as your desire
We struggle to live!
We are students,
Not cash cows!
We shall not be broken!
Our flag will always fly on sky!
Our song will always be sung!
Is either you grant our wish
Or the world is shut!
The poor must breath!
And Aluta will not be ceased
To continue!
Categories:
weekday, voice,
Form:
Other
I so don’t miss
the con and hustle
of business meetings
hidden agendas
concerted strategies
never being one for games
never good at them
nor striving to be
I was just a pathetic player
without an ounce of
playmanship or deceit
and proud of it
as I could be
AP: 2nd place 2020
Posted on February 24, 2021 (thought I posted a while ago)
Categories:
weekday, freedom, games, people, time,
Form:
Free verse
The sun plays peek-a-boo with blinds in my room.
I roll over in bed to the other side.
My alarm clock goes off with a whining boom.
I can no longer stay in my bed and hide.
It is the beginning of a brand new day.
There is no time to go outside, run, and play.
My job at a busy building calls my name.
The nation's economy is what I blame!
Categories:
weekday, morning, work,
Form:
Rispetto
At dinner you sat
With phone in hand
Leaving no room for me
in your attention span
I got up
And came back
In active conversation you sat
With your friend on her phone
And a call on top of that
He came in a flash
Greeting you both
When he sat down for a peer to peer talk
I talked it up with him,
he was one of the guys
Someone I knew for telling boyfriends lies
We left and we hugged
He took you both home
Leaving me standing as if I had just gotten stoned
We talked only twice more
Once the next day
The second was was a whole other foyer
Two weeks later
You called seeking attention
An attempt that I gave zero exemption
For this was cyclical in nature
Where you’d mess up
Say something
And I’d make it better
But here I was done
I put my foot down
Breaking the cycle
Shooting you down
I wanted to wait
till after Christmas
But you gave me no choice
And i’m sure you think me senseless
But still it does stand
I was too understanding
I gave you everything
And you gave me nothing
And in the end
Tried as you might
To paint me the bad guy
So I allotted you that right
I meant every word that I said
From down in my heart
Because I was over tip toeing
I gave you words that were tart
From the bottom of my phone
I’ll read it aloud
Where I said: “... Good bye, for good this time”
You said “... Good bye and don’t even answer”
Categories:
weekday, break up, conflict, emotions,
Form:
Narrative