Juxtaposing Poems | Examples

Beyond the Threshold

In search of the truth,  
To understand the invisibility of the cosmos,  
He journeyed into the deepest parts.  
He went beyond the threshold of light,  
Experiencing both assimilation and infiltration by dark energy.  

He consumed everything he encountered,  
Forgetting that there’s a sound in silence to which the mind should be attentive.  
There was a deluge of information,  
But no painstaking sifting through the truth.  
He became enmeshed in the horror of the unveiled.  

He found himself in a world of strange theories,  
Juxtaposing and infusing art, mysteries, and truth.  
He travelled this path,  
Colonised by the tendrils of what he had absorbed.  
Until one day in a dream,  
He met a sage who advised him to search the scriptures,  
Going beyond the words to seek the embodiment of its light.  


February 9, 2025.

historians doing their best

high spirited historians have had hissy high-jinx over alternative facts
interestingly, instilling intentional intellectual events with integrity intact
juxtaposing jurisprudence juggling judgmental journalism best they can
Keeping knowledge kosher
legalizing ledgers in the land

my mate Jericho has started writing poetry

he throws snowballs at buses
but now is able to memorably convey experiences
using iambic dimeter
creating an impersonality
vidya games and spondee
he threw my bicycle in the river
now juxtaposing contrasting stuff side by side
heroic couplets

passive aggressive ballads
caesura; and brexit geezer
he said my inflections and monosyllables 
were slick and sick; cowboy poetry
his first poem is called "no one understands me -
how to wear the crown of thorns"
it has a jolly tone that will uplight the reader's spirits
gardyloo hoecake

Truly Yours

Riding the train on a summer afternoon
feelings of fallacy hurled upon me,
satori in my brown orbs with a speck of gold dust inside,
I was ready to take on my heels back to you,
these intrusions being new
as I cannot assert with the flow
something pulled at my soul
for I lost all track of the sea,
fortified myself down the rabbit hole 
seasons turned hazy, 
troubled with blurring horizons
juxtaposing everyone else’s against yours in wild tones,
tangled in circles of alliances 
crestfallen over you,
just like a little parrot, the throbbing heart of mine
whispers syllables of your calling 
and it brought the storm along, 
the stark lightning of which struck the chord 
in dissipating the blues of mine 
aching to be raptured in untethered pragma of love, 
while into the deepest of desolation
stepping into your territory felt far-fetched ?
moon light shepherded through 
the momentary solace of the soul sought after,
etched onto my roots
when time demands of imperative forgetfulness 
you remain
the footprint of yours remain unparalleled in my infinity

JUXTAPOSING-longer title included

Creature from the black lagoon or God juxtaposing
                      something wild just in time for me to cross its path

peacock’s crossed the line
tail feathers insouciant
on my side of road
replaced the turkey vultures
that previously unnerved

Juxtaposing Spring and Fall

Autumn in splendor, weaves yellow, gold, red thread,
Into a tapestry of colors, bedspread.
But, how does the Fall compare to Spring's delight,
When blossoms bloom, and green buds renewed, burst bright?

In Spring, nature awakens from winter sleep,
With colors fresh, vibrant, with hope recharged deep.
The splendor of life revived in every bloom,
The promise of rebirth, in fragrant perfume.

Autumn's splendor is never a fall from grace,
It's a celebration, an end of year embrace.
A ticker-tape parade, with confetti thrown
Skyward, the last waltz a splendid epitome.

How does one begin to compare such splendors?
To juxtapose Spring and Fall as contenders
In a stills gallery art show, happenstance!
Alive, parted by time, they're no rivals in dance.

Clerihew Nash

Englishman Paul Nash
with pastoral art made quite a splash
An artist between two world wars
juxtaposing style by the score

In Other Words

Poetry

An escapade in entendre
A vacation to self-connotation

A release
From the vicissitudes
Of Certainty

Equivocating consequences
White juxtaposing …

An amusement
Of words

Abecedarian Monokus I

Actual aptitude and action almost always align aright.

Beautiful bliss, beastly belligerent behaviors: both burn bright.

Caringly convinced, cantankerous curmudgeons collapse, contrite.

Disdaining darkness, devoted disciples dig deep, discover delight.

Erudite, eager efforts encourage, energize, even excite.

For faithful few, fortitude, ferocious fight favors failed, feeble flight.

Gesticulating graders generate ghastly groans grinding graphite.

Happily, Horton has highly honed hearing; howler has humble height.

Invite ideas, ignite ingenuity, illumine insight.

Jaundiced jackboot juxtaposing "justice", jubilation: Jacobite.

Kindly koala kid keeps knitting knotted kaleidoscopic kites.

Levity lifts languishing leanings, leaves listeners luminous, light.

Mellifluously mild merriment mellows mad, malevolent might.


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Lol, this is an abecedarian monorhyme of alliterative monokus.
Not sure I'll get to the second half

Cube Deposit

we're looking at this huge deposit
where the cubes are millimetrically placed
juxtaposing one by one with no space left
so the columns are rising uniformly
until they almost reached the ceiling
soon a new column is raised in the same way
completing rows and lines and series
advancing the amounts from the back
until gradually occupying all the spaces
finally reaching the top 
when all columns are filled
the door closes automatically
then we will look at a huge empty deposit
where the cubes will be millimetrically placed
juxtaposing one by one with no space left
and so it goes on forever and ever

Ideas Are Slowly Growing

The creative juices are flowing
so, why cant I keep going
I'm starting to lose sleep
this crap is getting deep
The ideas are slowly growing
but, they're not overflowing
These things are not unique
they are losing their mystique 
So, what I'm proposing
is to start composing
Now I must critique 
words that are oblique
and defiantly code in
things that are imposing
Then, use a technique 
that helps me to peak
by just juxtaposing 
things that are engrossing

Ekphrasis On the Man With the Golden Helmet

He stood still~
Eyes travel faster than a lightyear;
The many battles fought~
Still fresh in his mind~
The brilliance of his golden helmet
never fades~
Like the  tenacity of his conviction 
to fight and never surrender. 

The man wearing the golden helmet
Must be also wearing a golden heart;
He must be a sweet husband 
to his beloved..
and a protective father
to his only daughter..
He must be my father.

01.10.2021


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The Man in this enduring canvas titled Man in a Golden Helmet by Rembrandt and dated 1650, is a particularly captivating and meditative rendering of a time-worn face beneath a majestic, almost juxtaposing, helmet. The contrast illuminates the painting with a profoundly moving sense of time having passed, at once both sentimental and sentient. Admired by the Impressionists and portrait artists throughout the centuries.

Juxtaposition

Again a Friday night approached,
With attending a gathering in the mosque
There was a discussion on a country 
And there were refreshments too!

And the speaker mentioned, 
For his war-torn country of Iraq
The proportion of a doctor and patients 
precisely is 0.85:1000, to be exact.

There were delicious Iraqi dishes
I could not remember those names 
Delighted we served our appetite 
Returned home, quite full.

I saw a friend's post on the net,
about self -analyzing own symptoms
And treating on one's own, it's terrible I inferred.
And I realized, I am juxtaposing reality again, there.

The only viable solution, for now, maybe.

What the Bleeping Bleepers

What The Bleeping Bleepers?

What the bleeping bleepers
what the blankety blanks
what the freaking freaks
what the hellish hells
what the palish pales
what the fracking fracks
what the ducking ducks
what the bucking bucks
what the tucking tucks
what the plucking plucks
what the glucking glucks
what the mucking mucks
what the Kanting Kants
what the geezing geezers
what the retching retches 
what the wanting wants
what the tarnating tarnations
what the condemning condemnations
what the murdering murders
what the hating haters
what the loving lovers
what the juxtaposing juxtapositions
what the perceptionalizing perceptions
what the darnating darnations
what the reaping reapers
what the creeping creepers
what the streaking streaks
what the leaking leaks
what the what is happening in today's society
what the what are our solutions in order to fix this world

Africa's Heartache

A poet touched my heart last night, he wrote of deprivation
Of child abuse, starvation's plight, the heartaches of a nation.
This juxtaposing universe so vividly portrayed
Has made me feel discomfort by the message it conveyed.
At liberty in mind and soul and body I am found
But on this self-same spinning globe such miseries abound.
Lord help me to appreciate each blessing you provide
And may I show benevolence with your love as my guide.


11/08/18

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