Incongruity Poems | Examples

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Premium Member COGNITIVE DISSONANCE-:-


COGNITIVE DISSONANCE-:-
nonlinear
 incongruity
apprehended

disharmonic
dilemma
of THIS OR THAT OPTIONS
entropic
 maelstrom
actuated

equinamity
casualty
of NEUROTIC FRACAS 
innate
 dissension
deranged

dismantled
sagacity

I May Look Myself, B u t I' m Somebody Else

I see myself
from a distance.
T h  e r e  is c h o  i ce,
I never can pick.

They act,
I am not aligned.
W he n   w e  h a v  e  i t   d o n  e,
it is myself in the line.

Living like a sentinel,
watching every beam of light,
but the mirror is too fractured.
W e  pu t y o u   a si d e.

I own this mind and body.
yet they are shared,
by many.
     U r  r i g h t!

We are touched,
by flames and light.
Ripped by incongruity,
watching, living or being?

He got tired of surface,
Dove deep in the depth.
W e  'r e th e  g l i   t ch.

Freeing us,
for some would be a gift.
W e' r e s o  m e  k in d o f  er r @r.

Magnum Opus - incomplete

Cantankerous cancers found my blood letting from the slit, 
Is it avarice of me to desire the love begetting of Lazarus?
Enjoying life cadaverous like forgetting the want to live, 
Is it glamorous for me to die while God desires I live? 

Forgo the solid ground, 
My feet dangled off the edge of a jagged cliff. 
I fought the howl of squalid sin, 
I caught the wind sending back the fire of my padded spliff. 
Below I spotted a town, 
My feet angled to squish what I saw down to the earth’s crusty skin. 
Got calls asking where I’ve been.
Like,
“Just, 
Just been wondering.” 
Yeah yeah. 
Yeah, 
I guess you’ve just been wondering? 

Could’ve made it better before I made it end, 
Would’ve, 
Should’ve, 
But I wouldn’t have liked to make amends. 
A couple foot of rope set up to further suspend, 
Just to be an easy way out for whoever he is?
I misunderstood a friend on what is perpetuity, 
I just want to live forever, 
Instead I pretend to breathe on incongruity. 
And as I descend upon,
I felt alive again when I grew dizzy.

I felt alive, 
In my life, 
I felt alive as I grew dizzy.


Premium Member Musings on aversion

averse to noise
people talking loudly
whilst yet accepting what is
we make peace with incongruity 
recognising the looming gap 
between desire and reality
yawn and then move on

averse to religious dogma
we wonder at the insecurity 
devout brandishing their gods
making conversion a life mission 
so what it is a pastime after all
although harmful if we reflect 
spreading virus of delusion

averse to people pushing 
in queues and on the road
aggressive me-first approach 
these animals in human disguise 
we look at as though it’s a test
though we’re trampled upon
we nod in understanding 

averse to not being averse
we review our consciousness 
which has shifted into passivity
owing to recognition life’s a dream
but to make this dream beautiful 
surely we too must spread love
gently admonishing the crass

Premium Member Enigma

I'm a conundrum. Or an enigma. I forget which. ~James A. Owens

Am I a conundrum 
or am I an enigma? 
You told me once 
long ago, but now 
I forget which, 
and why should I 
let your fatuous words 
define me?

Conundrum and enigma 
are synonymous, or so 
Thesaurus tells me, 
and what does that 
really make me; 
a tricky incongruity 
or a vexing oddity?

I think I shall define 
myself without your 
metaphoric mediocrity 
and just declare myself 
a mystifying ambiguity 
and your tempestuous 
kerfuffle!

Derailed

Cups on their hooks rattle
the train rumbles through the town
icebergs crack and fall off the roof,
they crash through two stories of chilled air.

Dad heaves himself off the sofa,
empty plate in hand.
Mother has a new electric carving knife,
the turkey is in meaty ribbons already.

The train is still rolling,
its high-pitched horn
blasting through wallpaper.

We are all a little upset,
for our little terraced home in England
has time-slipped into rural Ohio,
and the only person still alive
sits on a rocking chair
in a post turkey stupor.

Thoughts plow through a turgid brain.
He begins to imagine
that all his poems have been derailed
in a train crash
somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean.
The incongruity if this vision
does not strike him as at all odd.

Intuitively he understands,
that If the Cloud bursts now,
he will never be existential.

The idea is almost appealing.


Premium Member Zen mode

borne of ignorance 
an incongruity arises
causing a ripple in the void
witnessed without judgment 
thus offering no anchor
for discord or rancour
staid silence smiles

Premium Member Sheer Fear


                                                 Sheer Fear


          Pink horizons mollifies probing eyes as clouds dissipate above

          To the heavens bow gratitude where migrant birds hang glide

          Venerated cosmic gods who quieted his pain then gave it love

          Yet dusk arrived now this restless heart have no place to hide


          A raging sea within me foresee fragmented ancient reflections

          Impervious to heavenly rays of interminable mystical sunrises

          Averse in utilizing rationalizations amending illogical emotions

          Sheer fear appear sinister when incongruity incessantly arises






          10/31/23
          Aboard cruise liner:
          Vision of the Seas

Premium Member Word Play

Alas, my wife, your verbose superfluity
Displays an obstinate incongruity
It's just word play hide and seek
Be succinct when you speak
Ok—you're a pompous ass in perpetuity!

10/21/22

Premium Member Tribute To Jean Michel Basquiat

This intelligent artist had internal incongruity
Brilliant genius prancing around in his head
Was he having a psychotic break?
I followed him to outer limits well fed.

Unlimited by one language,
He could read and speak at least three
I followed his production, his enthusiasm
Amazed as only another artist can be

Is he the young guy who paints in Armani?
My too-damned socialized art teacher said.
I ignored his ignorance naturally.
This guy’s dendrites were disconnected, dead.

Heroin gave him a leg up, as any true drug user would know.
Jean-Michel ‘s insight gave his art a distinctive style and rhyme
He knew what he was doing also with the famous SAMO
His cleverness pranced around, making this poet smile big time

Tennebratum

on the uneven slope
that surrounds the immense hole
where the living fire crackles,
there is a kind of pretty steep trail,
in it you see dry bushes,
burned and twisted
with huge thorns at their ends,
bordering the small passage
created over thousands of years
by the feet of those who began their penance
and of those who tried to escape damnation.
every body that plummets screaming into the void,
makes more flames spurt out of the boiler hole
and the terrified eyes
of those who try to escape,
find the afflicted countenance
of those who never cease to arrive.
it's under a sinful sky
that heat cooks fabrics
and causes the blood to boil in the veins,
the inevitable vertigo
and finally the horrifying fall
in the fictitious abyss where they will burn
those who believed in the engineering of lies
and they didn't realize
the abysmal incongruity of hell
as the devil's habitat,
where its main function
it is precisely to punish evil
who always promoted.

Premium Member Transformation

Your story begins with a promise prime 
On plateau of life a furrow you blaze
In dawn sky like the golden sun you climb
A shooting star across night sky you graze.

Surging storms strike, snatch flashy gleam away
Suck you in distressed perpetuity
Drown you in fathomless sea of dismay
Life turns debris of incongruity.

Dreaming for the feel of serene embrace 
From dust of despondence you try to rise 
Travelling free within the inner space
Hear the music of life you improvise.

With sated soul you live a life sublime
Your story begins with a promise prime.

_____________

May 5, 2022
Syllable count : 10 per line (HMS)
Rhyme checked on rhymezone.com
Contest : Orphan Sonnet
Sponsored by : Emile Pinet

Premium Member My Spirit Seems Wrecked

I humbly beg of thee, o death, come speedily!
I'm feeble with everyone, so let's rumble leniently.
Whatever you handle, start coming down, O destiny.
And to alleviate the acute pain in my wounded body.
My heart is brimming with fissures and eternal misery.
Wipe away his sorrow and mend the apparent incongruity.
It is not cowardice, blaming, or valiantly attempting to flee.
But the sore heart refuses to acknowledge humility tacitly.
Or you could allow me to dwell in such a wolf obscenely.
It is foolish to occupy the ideal life of a timid lamb belly.

Simple As That

I would like to think
 I am a simple soul
but that is 
 a complexity of paradoxes;

I was born 
 in a conflict between two parents
neither of which desired a child
 yet, there I was, 
a conception formed
 in the incongruity and absurdity 
 of their love and life's intent;
the irreconcilable discrepancy of an act
 with unintended consequences
 but there I lay, 
birthed into existence
 and despite the contempt, the abandonment,
 the experiences and heartaches
I live
 simple as that.

Premium Member That Secret Place That Glows

That Secret Place That Glows



       Now alone she ponders the persuasive reality of emotive vulnerability

     The stranger vanished while magical moments persisted and lingered on

    Sleight of hand is a nemesis obliged to invoke the dynamics of incongruity

   Undeterred are elements of rapture like sand dunes on a distant blue lagoon

   Instants in retrospect revealing acts of what transpired provokes no surprise

    Depicting scenes of tough roller coaster rides and confrontations with woes

      Seeking solace from failed endeavors the heart harkens to own the prize

        Courage trump defeat leading her love to that secret place that glows







Penned:
08/03/2016
West palm Beach
Florida
USA

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