Conceits Poems | Examples

Risk a verse

How many times have I sat down to write
When I worry over whether I might
Not touch base with my fickle muse
Without whose inspiration I will lose
Whatever poetic conceits come to mind
At which point I would  feel totally resigned
To leaving my pages unscribbled and blank
As I felt my energy ebb and my spirit sank

Then did faint stirrings tickle my brain
As I hoped I could begin again
To venture to concoct my story
Every new poem being a step towards glory
Though doubts  about my efforts remain
How long can budding poets ever be sane?
The torture of trying to find the right word
Forever renders such a struggle totally absurd

In The Cycle Of Existence

Whose psyche has come to my physique? Do I ever know?
I accept it as a stream accepts the fresh rain and flow.
In Ram, Rahim, and Robert, Rajeet this soul might have been
Did this dwell in Buddha and Jesus in a form unseen?

How many bodies had merged with the dust like earthen pots?
How, like feeble flies, has it passed through many throttling knots?
Did I get through any fragrant flowers and fleshy fruit?
Did I breathe through violin, guitar, sitar, flute, and lute?

Entwined amidst meaninglessness are wisdom and reason
Amidst winter, fall, monsoon, and summer, there's the spring season.
When absurd ends put a pause on flawlessly flowing streams
As though after dreams, before me dawn rays of rainbow beams

Peace, bliss, Nirvana, liberation, or transformation
New life, new hope, resurrection, or resuscitation
Concepts, caprices, conceits, and convictions could continue
Life, yet, like a fountain in flux, would secrete nectar new

Pathetic Fallacy

It is fallacious to pretend 
we contrive to “become ourselves” 
when there’s no one to observe us.

Mere mice with conceits of grandeur 
prowling proud like cats in the night -
Hubris holds high its hoary head. 

We are ever just whom we are,
we can’t be more and can’t be less
until finally we are not.

At the Resto Depot

I was at Resto Depot today for 
 lunch. I had a miso noodle salad 
 with an Avacado scooped out with two
 scoops of crunchy veggie or no veggie 
 balls . they had exquisite seasoning too. 
 There was much lettuce ,the noodles were cooked.
 There was dried crisp tasty noodles ,thank you.
 I  drank a glass  of water .This dish is 
 a subtle  smooth aged single malt whiskey,
 Hard to eat slowly -I ate it quickly.
 Desert was a cup of cantaloup scoops .

Happiness is the circle  of glad folk,
I sat with six in all three to me spoke.
First folk were two ladies a nice chat  had,
Next dude ignored me I didn’t feel bad.
A dad and son next they ordered a meal ,
They ate quickly: lunch is a sweet deal .
One was a doctor offered free rub down,
I said I live in  the far part of  town.
Our chat was nice  he got up and split,
Noise is an irritable dish : I sit.

Solitude is a silent street.3 bare seats
I was musing when to write my conceits.

Resto Depot  a hip place to hang out
For the in-crowd to be without a doubt.

Could not write my poem -my time was up
I looked at my watch ;my ride picked me up .

Memories of the Night

The queen of the daylight lurks likes memories.
Then is gone her silky array of words in Bangla
Disappearing fast as the blue king of the night in Hindi,
She regains her place, moves back and forward,
sits in the throne of the dappled memories in English
wheels to stalls: maladies and wellness of the world.

Words are loaded with possibilities random,
many windows holding images and conceits
touching the rainbow in the limitless blue.
The queen has many rooms to her .
Lived with shades she keeps words as her guardian sylph
protecting from the valour of Words.

Pictures of delayed morning, each day that passes
in the thesaurus of words, memories of the night unfold.

Snowpocalypse

They closed the schools; said, “Stay at home.
No need to move your car.
A major storm’s expected
So remain just where you are.”

Yet in Manhattan, even though
The snow came swirling down,
It barely dusted roofs of cars.
(At least this part of town)

The gym was opened six hours late
And few were on the streets,
For everyone fell victim to 
The weatherfolks’ conceits.

By 1 p.m., the snow had stopped
And temps were rising fast,
The sun was peeking through because
Snowpocalypse* had passed.

I know that other areas
Have lots more snow to plow,
But in the city, all that snow
(And hype!) is gone by now.

*Thanks to Mike D. for introducing me
to this cool word.

Cast Down!

Vain imaginations, like clouds in the sky
Darkening my vision, and causing me to lie
Down, oh pride, and vain conceits, I say
Clear the way for truth, and chase the shadows away

Unbelief, the thief, that steals my hope away
I cast you out, and choose to trust and pray
For faith to arise, and doubts to fade like night
As I stand on promises, and hold on to His light

Confusion, oh confusion, you twist and turn
But I will not be swayed, for I know what I learn
The truth sets me free, and brings clarity to sight
I cast down confusion, and choose to stand in the light

Double-mindedness, a heart divided no more
I choose to serve the Lord, and walk through the door
Of single-minded devotion, with purpose and grace
Leaving behind the doubts, and embracing His holy face

I cast down these foes, and choose to stand tall
In the power of His might, I conquer the wall
Of vain imagination, unbelief, confusion, and strife
I choose to walk in faith, and abundant life

Marvellous Metaphysical

METAPHYSICAL MARVELS
The impromptu ,from another age
down to earth,ingenuous.conceits
..so bittersweet

For Oscar On His 9th Birthday

In he whom I endued with life and love
  does to one patient in hope bear reward -
a trueborn heir a man can be proud of
  and whom well affectioned is well adored.
Follow the pathfinder maps to your soul
  and hold fast that moral compass inward -
trust in seen and unseen, in faith uphold
  and in your heart recompense good for good.
Thus be not reckless in your own conceits
  but wise to just cause and love’s whispered breath -
walk safely in the world in all your feats
  lest it suffer me and quicken my death.
Make your way like him ragged and unshod
and bend your knee unto no one but God.


               Written: March 2009

Caring Madness Lives On

So devastating is the joy this arm brings
To the poor and the needy 
With shabby hearts from the titled elite
Heart's  illness is a showoff to seal
The foaming chants on the street
And on the news to make awesome headlines 
What blessed hearts are they that give in secret! 
Not to publish the right hands doings for left hands views
And be composed melodious song be sings
For all they want is fame story so greedy 
Which dwells in guise conceits
A honorary free deal 
Born out of cares that tears the ought treat
Though must have forgotten the day of fame and praises' deadlines 
When time shall be knockedout 
To account for memories blackout

What Lennon Said

I am wise to love
and a fool to my conceits -
all you need is love!


Written: January 2016

Poetique

"Poetique" 

poet 
where goest thou
on this trip?

you sing
your muse in 
small amusements 

confectionary 
conceits 
took a detour 

amazed 
labyrinthine
ghost-like 

spooked 
poetique
in the Matrix

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)



“Subconscious Self “ (Original Mix) / Lisa Raven
https://youtu.be/G4yY2Qkf9g8








"Rebecca"/Du Maurier. 

conceit.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/conceit

ghosts.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/tell_me_something_beautiful_1310173

A Silent Night, a Holy Night

The sun has set and the shadows fled
The feathered flocks flown to their nest
Weary men after the day’s toil and care
Are back home for sleep and rest

No bird sings and no beast strays
No tramp wanders and no lights shimmer
Silence rules and peace prevails
The sky is clear and the stars do glimmer

Buds unfold in shady glades
A sweet aroma pervades the air
Fluttering leaves sing a lullaby
And glow worms reel on wings of fire

Birds and beasts, in Nature’s bosom rest
Babies nap cuddling to their mothers tight
Tired men stretch out under quilts for ease
The world, asleep with dreams sweet and bright

It's a brief interlude from all angry strife
A time of farewell to all frivolous conceits
A holy night to bury our woes 
And a God sent time to ease our spirits!

Placed First in the Contest.
29 Dec. 2021
Strand No.1042 Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Brian Strand

No Treaty

No treaty is negotiable with the eager viral assassin.

Doubt the truth of gossip. What’s sadder than the unreasonable sucker?

Tribal outcries and worldly conceits are not impenetrable refuges.

May you all be sheltered and safe and may modern alchemy protect you.

May you have what you need and be happy.

We will rise or fall together.

Gallery Art

I have to crane my neck
the small coterie presses,
I am too short
for long distance seeing
walls tower over my eyes
like curtains.

“You have to see the hidden in the hidden”

The svelte tailored nose-whisper
expects me to know what he means.
I do, but I am not going to nod
and affirm his effete conceits

besides, I am only here
because of the rain.

I am still trying to step back
to take the image in
from a far view

but there are backs
and back-packs,
slow dripping rain hats.

Spectacles are steaming up
in the muggy ambience,

and he is droning
going to a place
where flowers in a vase
mark a post-revolutionary
something or other.

Now I can’t see it at all
perhaps it is hiding in its
hideaway
almost in front of my face?

I overhear
over damp overcoats
it being coaxed
into something more,

much more
than a few blobs of color
caught indoors
on a rainy day.

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