Best Wilfully Poems
Temple of the Gods
Within the realities, unseen deified admits a parallel preen
A shielded smokescreen for their succus is made unclean
In the matriarchal machine a throne tallat for the Queen
A calumnious convene in illusions that dered and demean
The fallen Angels level in their banishing bedaubed bedevil
In ruins ravaging, they revel a tenacious tenet of their temple
For their mendacious meddle we are the reifier of our vessel
We wilfully wrestle and retire in our denned deceived nestle
We are the many among the few evitative as we quietly ensue
For we must rise and renew all sexes seduced within their skew
Time to be trusted and true him or her who sees the veils thru
Constructs that construe dimensional drifts solos in the goo.
A Palindrome is a word or phrase which reads the same backwards as forwards, such as madam
deified – past tense of "to deify", meaning to consider as a god
succus – any of various liquids excreted by animals or plants
tallat--A loft.
dered – past tense of "to dere", an archaic word meaning to harm
level – various common meanings
tenet – a belief or principle
reifier – someone who reifies (considers an abstract concept to be real)
denned – past tense of to den, meaning to live in a den
evitative – a grammatical case indicating fear or aversion.
sexes – plural of sex
sees – third-person present tense of ‘to see’
solos – plural of solo
May.08.2018
Palindromes
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Categories:
wilfully, evil, power, prison,
Form:
Rhyme
"Taken, Possessed"
I’d kiss those scars
Trace them with my warm breath
All the way up both paths
To where King Stamen stands erect and
Star tipped towards my shining jade moons dark lit
Kiss him where a glistening pearl drop
Waits wet and haunted
Ready to be mesmerised
Sibilant and silent he whispers
Lay it upon me
And so too,
I grant that wish,
he's wilfully taken
Scars in his mind
dissolving kissed in kind
his crown now all mine
He now reigns me in,
My Blue Sky
Possessed
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
"Haunted" / Beyonce
https://youtu.be/PpA57LU8Z1A
For "My Blue Sky"
https://youtu.be/fO4OkwNEid0
Categories:
wilfully, desire, muse, passion, sensual,
Form:
Romanticism
I declare today
That my body is my body.
No government entity, private citizen,
Or business public or private
Has any rights
Or permission to use,
Abuse,
Regulate,
Deregulate,
Confiscate
Obliterate,
My body.
Law makers and religious shakers
I petition no takers.
My appendages are mine
I choose their destiny
I choose their function
Their purpose
I choose.
I enter no contract
I obay no edict
My flesh is mine
I enter in consensual unions
Without compromise
Without permission
From the state
From the clergy
From any finger pointer or tongue wager.
I declare today
From a starting point of now
Until my end
That my body is my body
I will defend my flesh
My growth
My every carbon
From those who wish to dominate
Regulate
Seek to enlist the state
I am not a part of any collective thought
Nor am I unionized by fear
That wilfully drives to steer
Anything that can be bought
By sanction, or divinity, or code.
I declare today, all days
That my body is not yours
No one shall limit
My abuse or use or purpose
I will not obey
I so declare today.
Categories:
wilfully, political,
Form:
I put aside my heart where love betrays the nestled night,
And egotistical echoes fall short in their submissive stagger…
Sanctioned solitudes fill the antagonizing abrasive air,
As my eyes stare through the never-ending vapourific voids.
The essence of the love I held extinguishes upon existence,
Like a severed statuesque Idol I only feel the empty now…
My tangled tears run dry for I cannot wilfully weep,
Only the lachrymose rain supports me with solace.
Now stands before you the rigamortis ruins left to rot,
No sounds I hear, only entombments of a chambered heart…
No words I speak, enslaved by illusionary imbecilic love,
I am lost in the wandering wilderness of non-existence.
Aug.31.2019
Silence Poetry
Sponsored by: Silent One
Music...Butterfly Waltz
Music that will make you cry...
Piano & Cello duets...2013
With a female virtual voice
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Categories:
wilfully, sad love, silence, solitude,
Form:
Free verse
‘Turn swords into ploughshares and nightmares to dreams’
I have not one plough and no shares in the market
Insomnia has taken over my nights the rest is illusion
Ambitions are exhausted and hope has no yearning
Freedom dangles on the rope of puppet-less strings
Vacuum reflects an echo of silent ear bursting rasping
Dissonance oozes from cacophony’s apathetic rattle
The heavy clanger of other’s fraudulent forge melts disowned blood
Into ice in my veins as a purulent mind oozes vile battles' cries
Muted by trench feet scraping bottomless mind-fields and apathy
‘Pull yourself out of catatonia’s core-less pits’
But there is no kernel of truth and fruits of desire have rotted
To the acrid stench of a Self carefully lost on broken branches
Snapped composure looms over a well-trodden treacherous path
Carved into an involuntary hermit’s cave by a cliff edged road side
It is grave in the cavern in which vacant vagrants jumble their bones
Disconnect their last possession and wilfully trade skulls and bones
‘This too shall pass and so many others have been stuck in the rot’
And yet suffocation in some muddy sludge is sinking
Slowly and excruciatingly tempting to join forces of evil
A dark rusty anchor floats high on the unreachable ceiling
Time I have endless measures of but the world is upside down
I am out of the picture that has faded memories for the future
Dislodged and dismembered I am a powerful union of nothing
‘Change your perspective and find solace where it is hidden’
So he who is I from the distance finally lets go of unwarranted grip
Descends as far from the surface as possible beyond expectations
And finds footing of the shackles where the ploughshare should be
The spikes pierce my soles and my soul ostensibly drowned in sorrow
At least there is pain and some place in between scars to feel emotions
That tentatively nurture rescue apparently beyond impossible salvation
‘Your advice seemed hollow but there is some loving space left inside my shell’
29th November 2019
Categories:
wilfully, courage, depression, hope,
Form:
Free verse
NATIVE AMERICAN LORE
Mother Earth, Sister Moon
Noble nomads of their legend lands
Who praise all life with sacred sands
Oh Mother Earth who they protect
And wilfully warn all of our neglect
They sing and dance with Sister Moon
As the children laugh with great attune
Spirits of the rocks and plants give a listen
While the seeding stars above gladly glisten
Of perpetually profound wisdom they do speak
Our sisters and brothers their love we do seek
The journey of Man will decadently decrease
Until we listen to the Elders of ‘The First Peace’.
Poem between images is a quote from an American Native Elder...
MP3...Cherokee Morning Song-Native American Flute Music, By Mark Akixa
02.10.2017
NATIVE AMERICAN LORE - Contest
Sponsored by: Frank Herrera
Categories:
wilfully, culture, earth, native american,
Form:
Rhyme
Rabid amber leaves
scuffed the callous stone flags
in a symbolic melee of defiance,
December’s mist embraced
the noon of the day
summoned the arctic wind
to wilfully wail within the alley
howl heinously encircling the yard.
The long dark night that ensued
lingers still in one’s memory,
where bedside candles flicker
and rampant draught ooze beneath
the worm infested door
to provoke dancing flames,
before anxious hands bathe
a forehead ablaze with
winter’s corruption!
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Categories:
wilfully, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
You may find me where the green gentle grass lies sleeping
For I shall be there healing wounds by their weeds weeping
You may also find me near where waters wilfully wander
As I watch the skies for the calculating carnivorous condor
You may find me in the vinaceous valleys visualizing my dreams
For I sail swiftly aboard their silent saddened streams
You may also find me under the towering Trembling Aspen trees
As I bravely bond with and ingest the beguiled breeze
You may find me lively lucidly listening to rhythm’s of the sphere
For I meticulously marvel music the wonder that I hear
You may also find me in the habitable harmonic healing caves
As the earthly echo embraces my soul that it saves
I am now found on the magical mystical mountains high
Where abundant ambient Angels keep a watchful eye.
March.14.2016 For Contest --- Where will they find you---
By Marugu Mo
Categories:
wilfully, adventure, angel, encouraging, inspiration,
Form:
Sonnet
Largely undiscovered radiant jewels were rock climbing up very sheer cliffs. Waves laughed beneath them and slammed into the stone in an attempt to make them fall. Yet the jewels inner manifestations,prowess and determination allowed them forward and up and up they went. No falling equalling no fallacy and diverting of falsehoods through endeavour. The once down dark depths of a diva crab was under the bed. It is hardly wise to place a piglet in a cage full of knives. Wielding wilfully weapons. Playing pingpong pool. Understand no logical fascination of a petal but butter in a leopard print cloud is exceedingly beautiful beam. Talismanic mystic flow then. And flowers ride the stream horses at dusk. Millipedes millions mingling minds. Hahahaha and a opulent orangutan in a suit. Hahahaha and a large baked fish face in a tie. *** dramatisation xxxx p y q 0 0 0 0 1 00 0 4 5 8 7 3 .0 in a laboratory x z.
Categories:
wilfully, bible,
Form:
Unwise TO CAST PEARLS BEFORE SWINE. ONE'S LABOR IS PERFECT WASTE.
Don't cast your pearls of wisdom onto barren land.
Where minds don't want to know, or even understand.
Withhold wasting wise words, which would wilfully wither.
12/ 20/ 2015.
Categories:
wilfully, wisdom,
Form:
Alliteration
Food issues bring odd stealth
(not obsessed with broccoli
inexplicable phobia of brussel sprouts)
It's potato chip indulgence
pandemic binge eating
supersedes duty to diet
Label my needs selfish
(after all, self control isn't freedom!)
Existential angst
Potholes of dire health
Craving: Sea salt potato chips
- a tide leaving stretch mark traces
My shadow now Alfred Hitchcock bloated
(abandoning hope of waist line laudable)
Companionship ceded to bulging bags of potato chips
finger tips that weep salt
(I try to brush it off, but succumb:
'JUST LICK IT')
till crumpled bags curl in sighs
Facebook support groups sought ('who else shares my
salted existence?') More sublime than on-line
naughtiness
Conspiracy Theory: junk food sellers wilfully target my email!
You Tube influencers influence, NO - inflame
cravings that boast an 'R' rating
Self Discovery: I can jog and eat salted chips at the same time
Sweat pants absolve my sins, perfect deception
and are dazzlingly stylish
Post pandemic goal: re-locate to the garden
grab an apple
juicy bites
eat indecently
and ignore the snake.
Poem composed: March 6, 2021 (revised May24/21)
Contest entry: Salt
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Categories:
wilfully, addiction, angst, food, fruit,
Form:
Free verse
A cold, dead sun hangs in an unearthly black sky,
Casting putrid light onto barren monotone,
He finds himself afloat as frozen minutes pass by,
No, not floating. Standing, in an of existence of his own,
Observing an alien landscape, of which he is not a part,
Detached from tearful events below,
Watching people gather, whilst waiting to depart,
The star of his own morbid show.
His gaze scans the mass of gathered faces,
Recollecting where each visage was first met,
Memories of times, people and places,
Some he loves to remember, some he longs to forget,
He identifies each person and their place within the scene,
Friends he held so dear and those he hardly knew,
Neglected family gathered together on the green,
With mother, still loving, despite all he put her through.
And then amongst the crowd he spies her,
The girl he would have married, if he’d ever dared,
To dream a life joined with another, a life laid bare,
But there never was a thing he wilfully shared,
Not possessions nor life nor heart nor truth,
Such things were his alone to be tasted,
And this to him becomes the final proof,
That his indeed was a life wasted.
The quiet audience take a solemn stance,
As the clergyman motions they are to begin,
Pall bearers bring the box to the centre of this merry dance,
No more than a shell of a man lies within,
A stranger’s words attempt to translate the soul,
As his mother looks on dry eyed and brave,
And the lonely box is lowered into the waiting hole,
An empty man in an empty grave.
Categories:
wilfully, death, depression, family, funeral,
Form:
Rhyme
Some dark-skinned people seek to lighten their skin colour
By applying skin creams to make themselves fairer
Most of these creams have some chemical matter
That can cause serious health problems later
Their use is common in countries like India
Where beauty and fair skin tone go together
Girls are encouraged to avoid too much exposure
To the sunshine which can make their skins darker
But some white-skinned people who are born fairer
Are not satisfied with their natural skin colour
And wilfully seek more sunlight exposure
To get a tan and make their skins darker
For them, a skin that is darkened looks better
And is more beautiful than their natural colour
Yet, for white people, sunlight overexposure
Can lead to a deadly form of skin cancer
Some animals like to wallow in muddy water
Which when dried can change their outer colour
But this serves as a temperature regulator
And keeps off skin pests of one form or another
Animals do not seek to change their skin colour
To consciously make themselves fairer or darker
Such weird action is purely human in nature
In this crazy world of people's skin colour
Categories:
wilfully, animal, beauty, color, crazy,
Form:
Monorhyme
Oh God what is wrong with your people
Can you feel it, the pain and the loss
Are we each to be martyred and broken
Our sentence to end on the cross
The world cries in vain, for a leader
You killer, you pervert, you *****
As each tears the other, to pieces
Still they clamber to sit on that chair
There are those that wilfully plunder
The riches they claim, as their right
Though it’s tearing their neighbour, asunder
So what! that’s the way of the fight
Political puppets still pending
On election results, for to see
Who will skin from the hides of the lowly
For their flesh or their lucre to bleed
Keep changing their juxtapositions
One falls and another one rises
From party to party, they party
Securing, political prizes
Policies, policies, policies
Whilst we drown in a whirlpool, of ****
Political correctness abounds
If themselves aren’t the victims of it
How the dead they must roll, in their graves
As daily they’re Joined, by their kin
As political promise piles higher
Eclipsed by the weight of their sins
A country of saints and of scholars
Of singers, of poets and of bards
Condescension and greed, are her virtues
Our fate’s in the twist, of the cards
We wait, with the Wonder of children
A president, let us rejoice
A future of change, in the making
A fool, without even a voice
Break the chains, of the bastards, before you
Can’t you see, we’re all sick of the lies
As suicides mount up, daily
Can’t you hear it, the pain in their cries
A leader who’ll fight for the people
In these times, that are hotter than Hell
Will no-one stand tall, for the feeble
Only history ….. and time, it will tell
Categories:
wilfully, betrayal, corruption, ireland, political,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t hear what you said,
What was it you had to say?
Instead of hearing a rainbow of thoughts,
I heard a sort of a grey,
And I sort of deliberately wilfully chose,
To not move an inch, to remain,
When you began to shout louder than loud,
What was probably my name,
You see, over the fence and across the road,
Walking all over the path,
Is the girl from just down the block,
The one with the beautiful a##e,
And I swear that she is full on ripe,
I swear that she’s on heat,
That’s why my attention is set to her,
The b***h across the street.
Categories:
wilfully, animal, funny, humor, humorous,
Form:
Personification