Emptily Poems | Examples

Starts and stops

Whatever

Seems to happen

Happens emptily..

Empty expressions of

Starts and stops..

The starts and stops

Tell the stories

Of longing and 

Discovery arising 

Spontaneously...

Alone at the Top

He always endeavored to win alone
And over the years, his methods he honed.
He projected strength and never seemed evil,
But others (to him) were throw-away people.
Most were people he barely knew,
And some were souls whose use was through.
A few were kinfolk that he knew well.
But in the end, they also fell.
People resented his wiles and ways
That he achieved his selfish goals each day.
He lied, cheated, and encroached upon rights, 
So that he could win his impossible fights.
Lives were destroyed and futures were lost,
Leaving many with deep emotional costs.
But now he’s alone after merciless toils,
With no one to love and share his spoils.
He is an ostracized soul who won alone,
Now emptily reaping what he has sown.

Preference a Freed Verse

PREFERENCE
the succulence
  on display
 arrestingly
 different
a
timeless
exactitude
 alongside
 luscious
 beauties
  concoctions
of symbolist n
abstractions
 simplified lines
  emptily idealised
yet
authentically
expressed
 & depicted
if
somewhat
in absurdity
of
  an  exploration
of  the sensual
in
the  of
  conscientious
to   make
a startling
 masterpiece
illustrating
&
 portraying
a naive
  fantasy

Needle of the Compass

The road suddenly divided 
I needed the river 
Her two arms replete
with hyacinth of
empathy 

Emptily 
I kept looking at, now
at one direction 
then at the other but
the envelope didn't part 

I needed the river so much 
Her foamy murmur 
into my elongated ears 
to interpret what 
the cherry was 

With the third 
eye at the roses 
tinging dry thorns
pricking my brain cells
I select the leftward turn 
___________________

26 October 2022

Soul Starving In the Midst of Plenty

Soul Starving in the Midst of Plenty
By Sy Roth

Just a slit where air,
Some air can find a way to creep in
Replenish the foul exhalations of the horde
Crammed to the rafters
Airless beings 
Dazed by the machinations of others
Deus ex machina 
To starve them of what is fresh to others.

Clickety clack fly the miles
Unasssuming chorus of the rails 
In tandem with their moans
And groans, seeking some small blast of air
To mollify a condition
That binds the soulless traveler to a fate
Yet unknown.

Little blink of light 
And the hungry molecules 
Bits of flotsam 
Find ways to crawl to it,
To beat a path toward the light
Which may bring air to starved lungs.
Alveoli beg sustenance
But their cries rain down emptily,
Empty against the clicking and clacking from below
And the miles of breathless wonder
At their condition.

Too heady to begrudge the snakes that found
A way to slither to the errant light,
And for brief moments
To catch wisps of smoky air that cleanse
For an augenblink, 
A soul starving in the midst of plenty.

Bird

Center>A finely wrought origami bird,
each feather a flightless paperweight
each wing a flexion of stasis.

I wanted it to come to my hand,

when I thought about that
my fingers fluttered emptily
like paper sparrows.

Robin

Mrs. Robin, busy as a bee
  visits my home's skylight annually
She builds a nest there carefully
  her private retreat, only I can see

She commandeers my yard militarily
  hopping to and fro imperiously
Ever seeking bark or twig assiduously
  to feather her penthouse more comfortably

A half-dozen blue eggs she lays surreptitiously
  Settling down over them protectively
Sheltered from the elements so cunningly
  She awaits their hatching expectantly...

One day, her chirpings' cease, inevitably
  Mrs. Robins' dreams realized successfully
She's flown the coop, perforce happily
  Her nest, forlorn ~ stares at me emptily




                 July 10, 2020
              Bird Poetry Contest
        Sponsor: Constance LaFrance

Retreat

You broke my trust

Abandoned your promise

Cunning and with piercing precision

Maneuvered a missile under ruse of naivety


A veil of dysfunction draped over habits of deceit

Your claim to be a victim of abandonment

Fulfils its mission of chaos and hurt

With boundaries crossed


I was meant to walk 

Emptily dancing to shadows

Like a puppet on your sordid strings

Surrender to whims of destruction and pity


The mirror of honesty shattered from acid attacks

Callousness cast its venom and naked attack

I like to walk barefoot so I reverse back

Leave your caustic cause



02 February 2020

Greenqueen Grace

When she first energetically read about Energy
She realized she was also less emptily
aptically
entropically studying absence of NegativEnergy.

As she became a more PositivEnergy Mentor,
She noticed she was unbecoming
a NegativEnergy pathologist.

As she became known
as a community-rooted steward
facilitator
guide for locally-owned PositivEnergy resilience
She understood she was also divesting
from WinLose chaos
ZeroSum anarchy
climate pathology.

As she became internationally famous
as Queen of cooperatively-owned PositivEnergy Soul,
She became bilaterally conscious
of WinWin locally produced solar panels,
wind turbines,
surfing hydropowers
refueling Green EcoSchools
and villages,
landscaped roofs
and community gardens
inviting and producing
waterfalls of cooperatively-owned
resilient Green Grace.

Nos so much Red RightWing extractive
patriarchal DisGrace.

Death's Denial

Hollow eyes gaze emptily
trapped behind times window
in a futureless past

			He is not gone
			yet I grieve

Lost, he wanders
in the labyrinth
of elusive memories

			He is not gone
			yet I grieve

Reaching to touch
a fading sunset
alone

			He is not gone
			yet I  grieve

As the light flickers
he struggles
in death’s infancy


			He is not gone
			yet I grieve


©7/5/2018

for Fragmented Verse Poetry Contest

Reconciliation

the storm has come and gone
leaving in its wake
a nation searching its soul.

decent folk pick up the slain
from debris strewn streets
and lay them to rest in the fields.

though the guns have fallen silent
spoilers emerge from dark streets 
stoking ambers of hate, beating war drums

they bury their atrocities in waters
and hope it washes away into the ocean 
but no ocean could wash away blood of the slain.      

brethren come forth
bring some comfort  
to the heart of widows
who with vacant eyes
grieve inconsolably.

brethren come forth
bring some comfort
to the heart of orphans
who with teary eyes
gaze emptily.

brethren there is a wound
in your soul too
festering, it burns for healing,

brethren there is an emptiness
In your soul too
lingering, it yearns for forgiveness

brethren if you come forth
with contrition and tell your story
maybe, healing comes tomorrow 

I see a flame so fragile
glowing in the dark  
it dances softly to the blowing winds
of reconciliation for victim and perpetrator.

Ashes To Ashes

Standing silent,stark and black
Its eyeless sockets staring emptily
Over the London skyline
The fiery tomb of so many
Devastated,distraught and dead
Homes that became Hell
Flames roaring hungrily upwards
To devour figures silhouetted  at windows
Their outlines sharply etched
In the minds of helpless onlookers
Their screams to re-echo  in their tortured nightmares
While the billowing black smoke choked
Those who heeded the fatal advice
To stay indoors.
Tongues of flame licked greedily at the doors
Seeking whom they would devour
Sirens wailed as did escapees and onlookers 
In grief and frustration
Battling against the searing heat
Selflessly entering this torch of a tower
To drag to safety those they could
Putting their own lives on the line
The firemen battled on
Until they could do no more
And now the shell is silent as the tomb
The inferno sated and finally suppressed
Anger now flares up to identify 
Those who left the community 
Defenceless
Against this avoidable tragedy
It was inevitable that the building's shortcomings
Would claim its quota of victims
To the shame of those who should
Have known better and were forewarned.

I Was Defiled

On my bed, I lay,
Good old days on my mind
The bad past haunting me
He tip-toed into my bedroom.
My eyes stared at him, emptily
My blood pressure shot up
I wanted to scream for help
But, he put his index finger to his lips,
And urged me to be quiet.
He came closer
Clicked my stone-hard breasts,
I shrieked, 
A wave of excitement ran down my spine.
He patted my forehead,
And blessed me beforehand
He ran his filthy hands
allover my thirteen year-old body.
I had agreed to maintain the silence.
So, I urged him on.
My left leg, he pushed northward
My right leg, he pushed southward.
He touched my cave,
And discovered a magic button.
He pressed it, and turned the lights on.
He pressed it and turned the lights off.
He ripped his jeans open
And pulled out his short stabbing spear
His spear forced its way into my cave
I was lowered into immense pain
I cried aloud, and he slapped me
Up and down, he jerked
His back arched
His toes curled
Ah, He gasped at last,
And fell on his right side, satisfied.
My crib was soaked in blood,
I was defiled; 
But I wasn't!
I allowed it!

Polar Bear Bones

They say that, in your dreams,
  a polar bear represents a reawakening….

And there;
In sight;
With the full moonlight off white in the night;
Reflecting a scene
  of extrasolar plight….

Atop a very tall dirt pillar; a plateau;
Was a dead,
more than half rotted
  polar bear
    lying on its back—
Skeleton totally exposed….
  Partly decomposed;
Half white/
  Half hacked—
Face half on
  like the matter of fact.

Emptily gazing at the stars.

I looked at the bear;
Then leapt off the plateau
  soaring into that night.

That curious night.
  So clear— and concise!
    So wildly, peacefully, full of advice.

So scary
So lonely
So nice.

At least I can fly in my dreams.

Into the Darkness

I watched helplessly and emptily into the pure darkness 
As i felt it swallow me up
I reached out my hands to grab anything so that i could pull myself back up
But i grasped at the cold air and i realized
I was defeated
My fate was no longer mine 
Justice and fairness just an illusion 
I was dragged down continuously
I could see no end and no bottom of my cell with an opened door
I laughed bitterly

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