Conglomeration Poems | Examples

Optimistic Onnie

Optimistic Onnie was perpetually expecting
Friends and neighbors showered her with respecting
New viable ideas often occurring and interjecting
Onnie’s willing openness refreshingly reflecting
Conglomeration of talents beyond regular electing
Inspiring fresh dendrites to do a little more inspecting

Monkeying Around

At the fair, they’d beckon us in, tell us that we’d see a girl become a gorilla. They’d chant, “Girl, girl, girl, girlilla, gorilla…”

Monkeying Around

gorillas dressed in leopard suits, climbing
the so-called “ladder of success”

hopping onto
tiger-rings of oak

they may be gorillas
but to each other, they’re monkeys

kids in monkey suits
paid in daily rocks

white-collar players
sans elevator music

back in time
trinkets laid out on twin beds

muzak orchestra plays
as we shop

or we scrawl up a menu
making sure the sister’s choice

is the special
always a crazy conglomeration

we were never mean
we just laughed as the other

threw the pillow
and it landed on the flame

oops
you can recoup

if that happens in virtual reality
or stop the action

before a catastrophe happens
no wonder parents like

their kids
to sit still

i tried dressing in a leopard suit
but i’m too old to climb the ladder

yesteryear, i was paid in “Parcheesi”
today’s chromecast: “Say cheese”

returning to the present
i tap the gorilla on the shoulder

“Stop monkeying around,” I say,
“Throw your grandma a great big kiss.”

Minus Identity: An Impossibility

It's an impossibility,
all things have an identity,
even poor John Doe is now known
by that simplest of nom de plume.

Meanwhile on the news over there
the suspect it's said has gray hair,
with a purple shirt and red hat;
what kind of fashion sense is that?!

Rain is the rain; sun is the sun,
the tallest tales are often spun
by one who has nothing but fear
and feels safe when spreading a smear.

And, so, for your information
I'm just a conglomeration

tea roses

I had never seen such delicate pastel roses before this bouquet.
Felt honored to see them on this gorgeous Monday.
A conglomeration of exceptional colors, they were a delicacy.
No wonder the English figured out how to make them into a tea.

The Poem of Big Words

In lieu of tempestuous behavior
Please read the words I write
A colloquium of emotions
Oh, what an equivocal sight

I'm a kleptomaniac of pain
Feeding off the reaction
A ventriloquist of theft
So idiosyncratic

And in this conglomeration
Of acculturation by design
I live life by a pseudoynm
Pretending that it's mine

Ancetsry and Me

Ancestry and Me

I am:
55% Western European
13% Jewish
20% Scotch-Irish
12% Scandinavian
So, my DNA tells me.

I’m a mutt, a combination, 
an aggregation, an agglomeration,
a conglomeration and what other word
you want to use.

But, you add this all up
and I am me.

Dark Fight With the Midterm

Moving on into the night
I struggle with ideas,
Trying in desperation to fit words
To a subject I don't even understand

A train sounds its horn
A sound born of forlorn lament
A cry shorn of language
Torn between anguish and mourning

Research work
Rattling across my inner landscape
Paraphrase paraphrase paraphrase
Mindless conglomeration

(The third line of the third verse is an echo of Charles Bukowski's line "boxcar boxcar boxcar" in the poem Boxcar)

When Everything Else Loses Its Voice

We're now into the year of twenty twenty three
And still there's no solution to see eye to eye
Will we learn since descending from the trees
Or are we everending to simply walk on by

Lifes global insecurities amidst epidemic rife
Whilst conglomeration greed suffocates souls
Lacerating lives like a dark alley flick knife
It'll never be for the poor, only richers goals

We're now into the year of twenty twenty three
It's been a year since two neighbours became
Will they learn since descending from the trees
Its the same old story, no one takes the blame

Lifes global insecurities amidst epidemic rife
Blatant corruption aplenty, food banks strive
As we read, the constant fueling, more strife
Knowing days, the next, accumulating lives

We're now into the year of twenty twenty three
Its all very well the few that can bunker down
Then, when everything else loses its voice
Were we mapped out, to our radiation drown.

Stars Raise the Baby Clock

A star conglomeration found a baby clock in 1971.
Let’s kick it into outer space, said a mean star, One.
No! argued a mommy star. I think it would be fun…
To raise this baby clock, let’s put it in a bun.

Other stars were interested but let mommy star take charge.
She wrapped the baby clock into the bun and put it onto a barge.
We’ll keep him calm and quiet until he is ready to tick and tock.
Everyone tiptoed around him until he became a full-grown clock.

My Divine Knows One Is Won

My divine is a culmination of all the souls
In this world and from the past one
My divine is the conglomeration of ideas and ideals
From the past and into the future
My divine knows one is won, and until we are
All one no one has won.

Once Thought I Was a Honeycomb

Not hexagonal and yellow
Like if i broke my arm off
A conglomeration of air bubble caverns
and in between small wooden doors
with the name bee embossed
above every tiny letter box
my ode to the crunchie
That i just finished off

Imploring Nature's Forgiveness

Oh mother Nature
you that were born out of the conglomeration of
unbounded energy into matter
under 
the auspices of paramount universal Logos
that the harmonious coexistence of opposite forces have
established
by
artfully choreographing their coexistence with the help
of the infallible divine Will
and
were painstakingly interwoven, with the assistance of
mighty space and time,  
we humans, 
having realized our abominable crimes against you, divine mother,
thus 
on our knees we implore your forgiveness
for 
our ignorance and our greediness that have put you 
through the agony of dying
by
disturbing your concordant operation
for 
to satisfy our wretched ambitions disregarding any 
other form of life!
   
 







© Demetrios Trifiatis 
      26 APRIL 2020

Tandavam

Emotions spread out  in harmony
To express the fabrics of devine..

Conglomeration  of colours ,
Brighten our eyes .

Cadenced  movements ,
Create forms in  void.

Dancer becomes the dance  ,
And dance becomes the dancer .

Hairs of Lord Shiva
Dances in eternity.

When cosmic ,ecstatic dancer,
Dances in kailash ,
Mellifluous waves find it's guise ,
And carried away .

Wrapped snake and whirling hair ,
Floats in affinity.

Existence engross in 
Celestial dance .

Peace Meal

Shall we go as one hating each other
this self-indulgent spiral
in the crashing devolution of love

Still we find the bloodied spikes denial
the verbose rendition of enemies
clamoring for their recognition

Have we yet to drink our fill of spite
and in egos clown like mirror
think superior of ourselves

Prefer you then a uniform
so all maybe as equally 
where then would derision find it's footing
in such an apathetic peace of security

What collection of flotsam
would mark anyone thus
for some piecemeal part of derision

So convenient then some more or less target
someone who do point the finger at you do
and make of yourself this hollow etiquette

Shall we hate each other
sell ourselves for each baubles disrespect
choose a skin
choose anything an empty soul could contain

Sneer at every wealth of difference
and from the paltry cliques agreements
think superior of ourselves

Shall we be
this plagiarizing conglomeration of something called
individuality

Shall we go as one hating each other
this self-indulgent spiral
in the crashing devolution of love
 
Does hell have to be the only life changing moment we have

Mysterious Life

Life: conglomeration of mysteries accumulated by time that baffles human reason!





© Demetrios Trifiatis
     15 February 2017

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