Convolution Poems | Examples

Arctic Acuity

Mind marooned 
in complex convolution,
obscurity singular 
in each living entity. 
The psyche silhouettes
unique elements,
to alien attributes 
they won’t adhere. 

The reserved recess 
hides the riddles, 
sub-conscious search 
completely clueless. 
Probing entreaty, 
the preserve persuasive
of outside world,  
can’t contrive 
the forsaken mind. 

A pining prisoner 
of own making,
a crumpled cocoon in 
introvert isolation,
I see subsided
all the faces fading 
faceless in oblivion,
me wedged secluded
in egoistic web
of self-adoration.

My morphed mind 
turns Nemesis,
makes a mirror 
of mirage for me.
Gazing gripped,
lurching to the oasis, 
it’s only me 
I always see,
reflected radiant
from cobalt cauldron
of the luring lake,
confined content.

In self-veneration, 
a pretentious perspicacity
of fake facsimile,
I notice Narcissus 
in me lonely lurk.
A secret switching 
over to obsession, 
specter senseless 
lies latent, 
languishes listless
beneath brazen layers 
of arctic acuity 
in the dark,
frozen…

Deja Vu

Is time the greatest illusion 
           I’m not waiting around to see 
        Deja vu causes confusion 
           so many echos from eternity 

         My birth a mere occlusion 
             from a past life I broke free 
         Deja vu works in collusion 
             with most supreme entities 

         Previous cycles of allusion 
              came pouring back to me 
         Deja vu and mass delusion
              nervous breakdown maybe 

         Since my latest convolution 
             visions show where I must be 
         Inside a mental institution 
             a revelation No! you all agree 

            

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Convolution

Air bump an agenda with its weary listlessness of words
Let me be clear, I’ve made it clear, Just to be clear
Air bump the agenda, you’re not getting out of here
with the truth, the whole truth or any part of the truth
Is that clear? I think I’ve made it clear…
Read between the lines…a convolution
and they lead to absolutely nowhere
You can’t draw
a conclusion…it’s an arm wrestle
that you can’t win…let me be clear
Clear the room
before I clear the air
or you’ll
hear the truth
there’s nothing
but the truth
when
you’re out
of
range

1/24/2023

The Convolution

On the eve of 25 December
We expected joy, gifts,
But rivulets of blood and tears;
Gushed over the land.
When Vodka surrogates the lamb;
All in the game are futile
The day is rendered no specialty
Given that the real day is latent
It’s vile to rule the sanctified day;
As archaic or discriminatory:
For the wicked ideology to maneuver
Derailing even the chosen
Carried away by the folklore
Working against Holy Spirit – on the day.
The carnal mind
Powered by the serpent
Implements a Law free strategy;
Where people of their own interests
Succumb to the second and final death!

An Ode On a Country's Democracy

An idea is indeed fair and thus,
how homely is its thought,
government even though acidic is us,
now is for so and now is for so- so ,tit and tat,
to make a good layer while horizon shines with greater power,
since nature and its winds today is prime,
and since other stars and moon are our dear?.
Oh!, so long there is life it is under a convolution,
why not keep this thought across,
the world makes its bounces amidst fun,
of rainbow that glimpses if tis,
there is this scene and this sky clear,
ideally wave, tide and weather,
notion exudes.

Convolution of the Saints

Tie us, twist us with your words
As your feeble hands wring
Paper skin, wealth stirred,
A puppet on a puppet on a string.

Your carapace beneath us shed
So we may yet see
We’d been mislead.
We see without the means to be.

The saints, all regal, dress in white
Their stage muddy, verdant grey
Stands red against the sickly light
Of evening as thoughts and words decay.

The must of darkness will blanket us
By wings of Satan labeled “Just”

Free Verse

Free Verse is not
entirely free – no word 
without its thought and
feeling attached; 

In fact, no-where is there
total independence, not a 
body nor spirit living 
outside the body of its
maker, 

connected both physically
and psychically to an
ever-evolving seamless
universe -- the convolution
of individualized expression
far from a comprehensive 
relationship with indivisible
reality…

What we create 
we are bound to…

never a quiet distance 
from the volume of praise  
confounded by the
clamor of silence –

Political Pollution

You say you got the perfect solution
You say we need a total bloody revolution
You say no need for any lame constitution
You say death and violence is the resolution
You say you are the better substitution
You say you are for complete redistribution
You say only you can grant absolution
You say your power madness is natural as evolution

But

You beg for money like living in prostitution
Your ways would leave everybody in destitution
You are crazy and full of self-delusion
Your power mad wanting to inflict persecution
You think your smart but babble in convolution
Your lazy and want to rule without any contribution
You would be better seeking to live like Confucian
You are stupid and so is your political pollution


(11/26/2012)

A Better Production

Time to make that New Year's resolution,
it won't be revolt or revolution,
so while I think out loud
my friends will be so proud...
trying to end my talk convolution!

A Piece of Cake

I'm sipping a cup of warm tea while I read, and 
it occurs to me how simple and good some 
things can be without a convolution of extra

ingredients supposedly to make it “better,”
which kind of says something about life, too, 
but then it's time for dinner and afterward 

I'm eating a small piece of cake for dessert 
and I'm slowly submerging myself in the
sweetness of its frosting and I remember 

a time long ago in Las Vegas when you were 
only four months old and I gave you some of 
my soda, your first taste of sugar,

and how your face lit up,
and the simpleness of your smile, 
and how that smile never left you,

and I'm thinking, Yep, that was a good day.

Three Sister Owls

Last night I asked my sisters
Why they were not hooting
Little owl said no one missed her
She would hoot when she so suited

Middle owl asked why did I care
Hooting is not what it used to be
Go 'google' hooters if you dare
For more than you ever want to see

'Hoot hoot hooray,' I hooted proudly
Wise owl like me knows to overlook
I will try to hoot quite loudly
And follow directions in the owl book

I helped little sister build a warm nest
Assured her everything would be 'owl' right
Middle sister decided it would be best
If we showed 'whoo' we are tonight

Darkness falls, noise is clearer
An incessant convolution of forest sounds
Each in a place where all can see her
Three sister owls hooting upside down

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Written 2-3-2016
For Owls Personification Contest by Eve Roper
2nd Place

Masks

Masks have different 
kind.
To know their motive, 
no one can find.
Carefulness,prudent,knowledge 
and wisdom
are require in any 
kingdom. 

Stoles put on 
Creator's mask.
Present prophet 
Elijah,who preach
to gain 
power,praise,money 
and bask.
They live different 
from their speech.

Demons come under 
smiling mask
to accomplish their 
wicked task;
destruction,distraction,contortion,
too difficult to know 
that they're 
convolution.

So also dirty lover.
Who was considered 
as one's apple.
They caress,hug,kiss 
and hover.
But only incubus and 
succubus people.

Which masks are 
employees putting.
Are they working or 
waiting?
Inernia,lethargy,forty 
winks and lazybones,
are these not their 
dones?

The books and pens 
feel lexicographers .
Putting on masks of 
burning midnight 
candles.
Destined for 
doctors,actors,lawyer,bankers 
and geographers.
But at last,merit to 
have f-9 in bundles.

Which mask are you 
wearing,
or do your face often 
appear as made?
Ability,nature,feeling 
and worrying,
how do you show 
these grade'?

Higher Knowledge

I yearn for higher knowledge will you can be my institution.
Engrave all of your convictions into my constitution.
Rearrange my thoughts and eliminate my confusion.  
See I don’t want all the answers I just need some solutions.
So settle my hazy mind like you’re clearing pollution
Correct the complications, so there will be no convolution
Tell me your prophecies; draw me to your conclusions
Distinguish fact from fiction, correct all of my delusions
Don’t need these uncertainties, give me your absolution
Let me journey through your mind seek your thoughts in full seclusion
I’ll preform Lyrical osmosis, absorb your mental evolution
Generate my understanding, be my insight’s revolution
Convert my philosophies and you can prove the unproven

Barbara Graham

It is the third of June at San Quentin in 1955.
A death row inmate will soon no longer be alive.
She has been dubbed “Bloody Babs” by the local press.
Barbara Graham is a convicted murderess.
For killing widow Mabel Monohan, she will pay.
Barbara is sentenced to die in the gas chamber today.

Barbara’s young life experienced many a convolution.
She had been in and out of jails for petty crimes and prostitution.
Never experiencing a proper upbringing in a peaceable home;
between California and Nevada, Barbara would aimlessly roam.
With two other men, into Mrs. Monohan’s house she would go.
Reportedly, the victim’s skull was cracked as she was smothered with a pillow.

Graham was executed after a second stay.
“Good people are always so sure they’re right” was the last thing she would say.

Inspired by the 1958 film “I Want to Live”
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.

Poetic Relationships Aplenty Plus

We all look the same sitting on the toilet
We all look the same sitting in traffic
Nevertheless is nevertheless does
Just because you are on a diet doesn't mean you can't look at the Menu
100% of anything is junk
I am impatient with stupidity
Counter intuitive is counter productive
No one can make u feel inferior without your consent
There are too many people in the world
Wisdom is the practical application of knowledge
Evolution through revolution negating convolution

Some are mine, some are not, 
but a cerebral cord, oh yes, they should rought
that full cranial awareness is still upward thinking, 
but cranial farts of the masses are snot. 
Get with the program get out of your head
and see life's counterparts not measured in dread.
Do something different, skip a life automatic
get off your ass u me and live life pragmatic. 
Forego social domestication that has shaped our existenance
and reach beyond to a place of resistance
be who you want to be what you are to be, 
and don't settle for less F, the powers at Be.

"Yes"

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