It was the best review I have ever had! He bragged.
Want to read it?
I truly did not, but I was trying to be nice.
And he was so proud, so I did.
“Uninstructed, unintellectual, low brow.”
I looked up at his grinning face.
“See all those big words?” he said, pleased.
“Incognizant, illiterate, untrainable. Recommend letting him go.”
“They are going to let me go!” he said, happy.
“Go where?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” He told me. “But they are paying for it!”
Categories:
incognizant, work,
Form: Prose Poetry
Could a single sifted grain of sand ever disappear?
You pour ocean's capacious core into a roar.
Dolphins flip rhythmically within; echolocation's clicks You hear.
Shifting, reshaping sand slides against gentle waves, seeking shore.
You pour ocean's capacious core into a roar.
Polyps of reef-clung coral invitingly sway for a tasty array of incognizant prey.
Shifting, reshaping sand slides against gentle waves, seeking shore.
An infant's hands imprint the sand, as a shoreside band plays reggae.
Polyps of reef-clung coral invitingly sway for a tasty array of incognizant prey.
Dolphins flip rhythmically within; echolocation's clicks You hear.
An infant's hands imprint the sand, as a shoreside band plays reggae.
Could a single sifted grain of sand ever disappear?
Categories:
incognizant, change, god, inspirational, life,
Form: Pantoum
I do not bewail the transient era that is youth. For in it, I was blind to the grandeur that is life. I was ignorant to love, and incognizant to its importance. Beholden to no strength, nor wisdom, nor virtue, I possessed no constitution that would urge nor encourage me to continue to love, even in the depths of loves absence. My existence bore no understanding of the gravity of human life, the influence of trust, nor the sageness of compassion. Tomorrow was assumed to be guaranteed and there was no urgency to my short time alive. All that was before mine eyes, the air in my lungs, those who stood beside me and those now gone, were all taken for granted. Tonight, these hot sea winds blow the amber coals of my cigarette back upon my face as unwelcomingly as the unwanted memories of my imbecilic youth. It miss it not. Let the clock spin. Bring me those ephemeral decades, for they only make the wine taste sweeter.
Categories:
incognizant, age, change, future, growing
Form: Free verse
HE INCOGNIZANT DANCE WITH DEATH
Avoidance, denial, deception, delusion.
Thing's that we use to not see the conclusion.
The randomness of truth causes continual deflection,
due to constant reminders of our prevailing direction.
The life long endeavor, to attain a long life,
could end prematurely with the slip of a knife.
Whereas faith and hope are all that we have,
they are nothing more than a provisional salve.
Uncertainty dwells in the back of our minds,
The human condition and fear intertwined.
Here today, gone tomorrow,
Most of us wish for more time we could borrow.
The majority will do anything to keep on the blinders,
But just closing our eyes will remove few reminders.
There are 2 main certificates involved in this game, one for birth, one for death, but they sure aren't the same.
So live for today cuz you never do know,
Maybe tomorrow is the time you will go.
Categories:
incognizant, anxiety, culture, death, fear,
Form: Couplet
Haywire ghetto, lingering corpses, malingering sunshine,
Malignant malediction, staccato with disseminating stench,
Portending: ichor, insipid blood and wenches.
Juxtaposition of aphotic with aphotic; incognizant iniquity.
Noxious oxygen, attenuated jasper, jejune jardiniere:
Zion.
Smoke: implicative cornice,
Sherry or vitriol?
Ours, a world, that feigns polo in alcohol!!
-Pin Dew (30/04/2017)
Categories:
incognizant, dark, image, life, society,
Form: Free verse
Precious gift bestowed upon us by Lord ,
is mother nature, the philanthropist
Who happily takes care of her wards
and shows mercy to her inhabitants
The Sun shines in morning to wake us up
Stars and moon illuminate the night sky
Birds chirp melodious songs to cheer up
Because of her grace,we boast ecstasy
She will never give us burden or pain
She grants us the imperishable love
Even dark clouds across the sky bring rain ,
the rationale behind graceful rainbow
But poor men incognizant of her worth
Trying to ruin the heavenly earth
Categories:
incognizant, nature, tribute,
Form: Sonnet
I am being held hostage by a pressing force of incognizant, and I am impregnated in a world of spiraling storms of confusion.
Fragments of memories prods my mind. Sudden and swift memories of my failings and sins are but a measured minute of my life.
Why can't I remember slipping into this fog of incertitude, this doom pressing force of incognizant.
My heart grows numb against the days and nights that I spend in despondency.
Familiar faces shifts to peculiar and ill-boding images.
Solitude is a conundrum of emptiness. A bittersweet embrace.
My tongue is locked in an aphasia space.
My brain has forgotten its ability to command, and so my legs and arms have no will of its own.
I want to run away, run to a place that will strike a familiar note in my brain.
I hate being handled by strangers who pull at me and torture me with applications of abuse.
In a regular diurnal, my dignity is decomposing.
Despair is the song of my wretched soul.
I can not stop crying.
copyright Labyrinth of Life
Categories:
incognizant, confusion,
Form: Light Verse
Hate as it appears to an observer
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5 lines max contest
10/31/15
Categories:
incognizant, angst,
Form: Free verse
there is no utopia
therefore don’t toil to find one
all mortals will someday go there
no one knows where that place is
since this world is dystopia
i like to go and live my life where
no one who looks like me stalks the streets
while looking down on me with contempt
but not heterotopia
because the creatures of the sphere
won’t accept a stranger from another world
or simply ignore me just like incognizant of the invisible man
my utopia is apollutopia
once it existed but now is lost
therefore i can walk not in the world of the imaginary
but where i can share nostalgic memoirs with no fear
Note. Apollutopia is a compound word from Greek, apollomi and topos, created for this poem. Which means Lost Place.
Categories:
incognizant, metaphor, world,
Form: Free verse
She doesn't know how he feels.
Piece by piece he becomes undone.
All she knows is the suffering he reveals.
She's wondering who's responsible but she's the one.
She couldn't break words with her lover
Even if her life depended on it.
She pushed him away forever.
Her heart yet yearns for the fellow.
Incognizant that she turned her back on what they had.
He ignores her every bellow.
She smiles, yet she's ever so sad.
To him, she no longer exists.
A mere phantom roaming the twilight.
Tears run down her visage amidst
Weeping herself to sleep tonight.
She wanders her mind,
But it's just shattered sentiments of his face.
She looks for a newfound love to unwind
But his love cannot be replaced.
He was out of line but, she was equally wrong.
She knew what they had was lost all along.
Categories:
incognizant, hurt, love, sad,
Form: Free verse
Mornings In July
Mornings in July are oblivious.
They know nothing about the newspaper headlines
Or the relentless crashing of ocean waves
Under a pissed off crescent moon.
They see nothing. They hear nothing. They feel nothing.
Mornings in July are incognizant about everything.
Except for the ever silent bruising rise of the sun.
But they haven’t heard the orgasmic screams of a billion lovers
Seeking mindless sanity on a darkling pillow.
And they haven’t seen the struggling caterpillar
Spin its bloody violent cocoon.
They could care or less if you breathe or sweat.
They ceased to be concerned
When the big wrecking ball of Earthly existence
Came crashing into the big neon Psyche
Six thousand years ago.
Mornings in July know nothing, absolutely nothing.
Except for the ever silent bruising rise of the sun.
Categories:
incognizant, summer, july,
Form: Verse
Incognizant of kestrel’s war cry …
Deer mouse exhales a peaceful sigh
Categories:
incognizant, animals, life, nature
Form: Crystalline
What restless times we adhere to.
Yet for the moments well spent we emerge victorious.
Insane thoughts ramble and flow like a mighty river.
Water fall of incognizant and incoherent whispers.
To bring the ear hither closer to the ground.
Elaboration on a grand scale. Timelessly passing by.
Changed in its present state...
sure to burst on its own free will.
Yet to hamper back into it's fragile shell.
Escaped yet still remorseful not.
The hunter is seeked by the game.
The table turns upside down yet no one notices.
Is it only I.
Maybe just maybe as my heart drops to the sky.
Categories:
incognizant, confusion, introspection, life, loss,
Form: I do not know?