Contrarily Poems | Examples

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Premium Member Give Me My Appendix Back

Doctor Ebenezer Quack,
give me my appendix back.
No sir, contrarily, and quite,
you need both removed, left and right.

Premium Member Memento on the Moon

The Moomagatta is very heavy.
And being the strongest astronaut around,
I knew, for Earth's sake, I had to be ready.
Not a month later on the powdery surface I touched down.
The Moomagatta and me bounded downward in a spring-like pace
Memories of moving a piano downstairs back on Earth flashed across my mind.
Contrarily the Moomagatta had mass but no weight out here in space.
Like a massive cardboard box it was cumbersome, nix the physical grind.
Now to stake the Moomagatta in at the target location...
Peeking at my lunar map showed me 50 feet away from the designated spot.
Once there I raised the Moomagatta above my head with zero deliberation.
It was then the Moomagatta turned to me and said, "this is not the Mariot!"

Premium Member Freedom

Doubt. Fear. Par for a world
of quakes and shakes -- 
droughts and flakes
upon the mountains
contrarily bring
fountains to the 
desert bakes – separation
has bound us together -- 
the world a reflection
of man's ambient Light -- 
we abuse such gift of
Might – then blame God
for what is wealth of freedom....


Up a Bit From Yesterday

Through googly eye's
and a warm-browed telling
I see that summer is fast coming
the panting wind proclaims it.

As contrarily as a dude can get
I wish for a fresher breeze
a knee twinging chill or two
not many
just a pinch of a light blue
mildness.

Lunch will be brunch today,
and then a nap
between cold beers.

Summer days
are as hazy-brained as ever
I remember,
just before
night flips its switch.

Premium Member Stumped

It may seem contrarily
   yet happens not so rarely

 The lightning bolt of recognition
   precedes actual cognition

Chasing the Unworthy

Finding the existence of something which never existed,
Heart went on and on despite the mind staunchly resisted,
'Kind-heartedness' was the one considered to be vulnerable,
'Presence of mind' became the one to be contrarily susceptible!


Premium Member Disaster In 16 Words

Recalling December
a faculty member
primarily contrarily
dismissed Christmas.
For goodness sake,
give me a break!

written December 6, 2021

The Trouble With Poets

If by accident, they occasionally
come near to any kind of truth
they tend to breakout in hives,
or shake uncontrollably.

We shouldn’t expect them to be truthful,
it’s asking too much.
Would we demand a dog
cook its own dinner,
or a pickpocket play a glockenspiel
while lifting a wallet?

Mostly and quite contrarily,
we condemn the author
for having lied
a whole lot better
than we ever could have.

Premium Member Never Truly Felt

Feelings I have longed wanted to purge,
Contrarily, there is no urge…

Cold Season

Window curtains in my room sway with the silent winds;
The cold smog crawls on the frozen garden covered with the mists.
I see everything slowly fades but the splendor around never chagrins.

Would it be romantic to stare at the fog in the middle of a secret tryst? 
A cup of coffee would be a perfect match to savor this picturesque scene.
So I could finally wear my old-borrowed jacket; I wish this would persist.

The hazy trees in front of my cottage house seem to look like a Halloween.
But this soul contrarily feels different looking at this painted-gray minute.
It is frigidly aglow and mesmerizing where the murk meets the serene.
 
My pale nails and skin are freezing but not my riveted spirit;
I am awestruck with the cold season’s mystic beauty.
I wish I could lend my eyes to my sister so that she could see it.

Premium Member The Kiss of Death

The kiss of Death is sure to be enticing
Filling up confused humans
With powerful orgasms
As to cause them
A change of existence!

For that kiss have I been waiting for
Dreaming and fantasising about it
As would a princess totally
In love with its charms,
Wanting to feel the comfort
Of the freedom that lie
Between its arms,
As if,
It were the prince capable
Of saving me from my own shadows!

Death, made to look ugly
And gruesome,
Reveals himself as a handsome
Young man with unruly hair
And shiny eyes
Easily seducing me
With his charismatic smile
And the depth of his longing for me!

Contrarily to humans, shall he say to me
I'll fight for you
I'll grope you and pull you
Closer and closer to me
In a tight bond of amorous submission
As
You belong to me!

Then he'll drown me with his kiss
And I'll succumb to him
Through a rebirth in another
Unwanted existence on Earth,
Yearning for when my soul
Would, once more,
Feel the orgasmic euphoria
Of being lost in his essence!

Premium Member A Brand New Day

"To Him that made great lights, His Mercy, endureth, 
forever"

Man is not God but suffers when
man acts as Him.
He grows weary being Him, or
contrarily plays helpless. Never thinking of asking 
God for help.

"In the deep forest I will search for you and find you. 
Along the running brook, with awesome leaves, the 
Lord is all over the earth. The tall pines sing your name."

"I cannot hide from your presence.
In the midst of the desert, I find you or under a stream."

All our problems are solvable! the world sends us tin 
answers to soul longing questions.

We forget this final verse and in so doing, cause ourselves 
such pain.

"Do not let your heart be troubled.
And...what do you benefit, if you gain the whole word yet lose your 
own soul"

Wishing all a great day!
Panagiota

         October 4, 2019

Premium Member Let God Be God

~"To Him that made great lights, His Mercy, endureth, forever"~


Man is not God but suffers when
man acts as Him.
He grows weary being Him, or
contrarily plays helpless. Never thinking of asking God for help.

"In the deep forest I will search 
for you and find you. 
Along the running brook, with awesome leaves, 
the Lord is all over the earth. 
The tall pines sing your name."

"I cannot hide from your presence.
In the midst of the desert, I find you or under 
a stream."

All our problems are solvable! The  world sends 
us tin answers to soul longing questions.

We forget this final verse and in
so doing, cause ourselves such pain.

"Do not let your heart be troubled.
And...what do you benefit, if you gain the whole 
word yet lose your 
own soul"

Wishing all a great week!
Panagiota


September 23, 2019

The Trouble With Poets

is that they never tell the truth,
and if by accident, they occasionally 
come near to any kind of truth
they tend to get hives, 
or shake uncontrollably.

We shouldn’t expect them to be truthful,
it’s asking too much. 
Would we demand a dog 
cook its own dinner,
or a pickpocket play a glockenspiel
while lifting a wallet?

We who collect words like seashells
must turn them over 
and listen to see if they are hollow
or really full of oceanic whispers.
The shell of course, (being an almost 
too perfect poetic metaphor),
will then lie to our ear.

Mostly and quite contrarily,
we condemn the author
for having lied 
a whole lot better 
than we ever could have.

Premium Member Come Hither, Come Thither

Come hither, come thither, come nigh
   Don't dither, don't blither, don't sigh
 
Ask me how, ask me where, ask me why
   Come hither, come thither, come nigh
 
Dance airily, dance merrily, dance spry 
   Not warily, contrarily or sly

Come hither, come thither, come nigh
   Bedazzle, becharm, beautify
 
Do sparkle, do sizzle, do fly
   Ask me how, ask me where, ask me why
  
Be gracious, vivacious, sagacious
   Not voracious, rapacious or salacious
  
Don't be judgmental, tempermental or ungentle  
   Come hither, come thither, come nigh  

Don't shout, don't pout, don't cry
   Tread lightly, tread brightly, glorify

Come hither, come thither, come nigh
   Ask me how, ask me where, ask me why

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