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