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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.
Fragility of Wealth
by Odin Roark
He had known riches,
This man wandering desolate landscapes,
Once so generous of harvest.
But now…
He had seen it coming,
It was but a matter of which dawn,
Which sundown
Which star-filled night
Would be the last.
Acceptance was hard.
Most everything was gone,
Leaving behind a barrenness,
Likely past any will to start over.
Nature was tired.
And…
He too was wearing down.
So much.
So fast.
It was only yesterday
That he lingered there,
Peering inside the darkened diner,
A favorite he so often visited.
The lingering image of its pink and green neon,
Now but broken glass,
Its always bright surroundings
Just another dark remnant of what once was.
Only the ghost of his friendly waitress remained.
Enamored with her focus, he used to tell her
As he read her philosophical scribbles
Just below her “Thank You” part of the breakfast check,
“You’re an idealist in a funeral parlor.”
But he looked forward to the always provocative thought
To help another twenty-four hour stretch of fear,
The ever-present rich man’s curse.
“Happy people are the only people, the rest are only human.” Fullmer
“The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved.” Hugo
And then there was the quote that brought him to where he was today.
“Most men pursue pleasure with such breathless haste
That they hurry past it.” Kierkegaard
He’d lost track of the miles covered,
But glancing down, incongruity stared back at him.
Why here?
Why this place?
Why a star fish?
This once deep-water testimony to life,
Reduced to a still life intransigence of purpose,
Insisted the man consider his own evolution.
So…
Why had man been made to challenge
The many storms and waves Nature had in store?
Had civilization just plain f**ked up?
Yeah…
Well…
He too would soon be dead,
With only his dapper suit
And plastic boutonniere
To die with.
Perplexed, he gazed down at the once alive creature.
How does such beautiful simplicity
Retain so much of its treasure?
A long train journey,on a bright summer day.
Majestic mountains, adorn our pathway
Engrossing scenery,the windows display,
still no one cares and no one enjoys
suddenly the train entered into a tunnel,to our dismay
No incongruity between day and night
and it's neither evening nor twilight.
Trapped inside the train,nothing is bright;
Darkness cloaks our sight,
made us yearn for the light.
Oh,at last perceived the tunnel's end there.
The magical lights proliferate everywhere
and put an end to all the nightmares.
Learn to cherish the things round us.
Now that's the lesson, the life pursues
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
A probe enters the solar system, lays low behind our moon
It’s mission, monitor mankind’s behaviour, we’re impugned
A decision needs making, if our planet should be dragooned
By sending a huge asteroid, type that brought T Rex s ruin
Observing our every movement, then relaying it back to base
Hidden for countless generations, right overhead in space
Watched the pyramids being built, and our nuclear arms race
Not to be judged individually, as a species, for mans mistakes
Having run many simulations, from data that was gathered
Projections proved inconclusive, based on all collated matter
Far too many variables, each outcome trumping the latter
Intrigued by this incongruity, it’s decided to defer our splatter
A higher council grants another century, see if we can change
Whilst down here on earth, humanity continues to rearrange
Time’s running out, this rock’s prepped, almost within range
Coordinates are being input, the exact moment prearranged
I’ve figured out ground zero, impacting spot first to succumb
And its not rocket science, when this poem is said and done
Place of endless troubles, built by Jews, Christians, Muslims
Where nobody ever listened, you’ve guessed right; Jerusalem
By
David Kavanagh
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
Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate.
Germaine Greer
In the orbit of nearness, where hearts align
Where synapse evolves into a cherished sign,
We descry ourselves in place and time.
Bound by a close and familial rhyme.
Physical wistfulness and togetherness,
Creates a suture of joy and tenderness,
The juxtaposition of souls, so intertwined,
An agnate is formed—a bond we designed.
Forbearance and awareness we share,
Through pluralism, the incongruity we bear
For in this world of kindreds and propinquity,
We embrace the grace of coexisting diversity.
In the tapestry of life's grand design,
We are threads woven together, divine.
Antithetical in thoughts, beliefs, and ways,
Yet united in love throughout our days.
A binding bond of kin and vicinity, a holy thread,
Connecting us all and filling us with widespread
Embracing our differences, celebrating each hue,
We find strength in unity in all that we do.
In the embrace of love and togetherness,
We find solace and happiness.
Consanguinity brings us close.
In this world, we are all kin, but adios.
So let us cherish this bond we share.
Embrace the beauty of being aware.
That is our kindred spirit and propinquity.
We find strength and unity.
For in the land of nearness, we are one,
Connected by love, forever bound, never undone.
Common lineage and flesh, a dance so divine,
Where hearts intertwine, creating a luminous shine,
In the realm of nearness, we find solace and peace.
A tapestry of togetherness, where love will cease.
Kinship and nearness, a symphony of souls,
Where angels are perched atop their poles,
1st place contest winner
Sea of searching tore hope without explanation
Crucified crests cascaded, crazed static fall crashing
Thrown spontaneous needs, unclean situations
Wayward waltz of flotsam incongruity, faith attacking
Tossed by tumult of quick duty drifters expected
Wanton women sought whimsy single wave provided
Crudest crass antics satisfied, longevity rejected
Your initial impression of love soured, ineptly guided
Passing storms glinted possibilitiy, gold molten
Tides' turn triggered stability, a precious daughter born
Island high respite bleached prior sin, forgotten
Barbaric baby mother forced ongoing warranted scorn
Struggle to maintain safety, sentry shipwrecked
Shattered bow released soul mate satiate foreseeable
Tormented tiny child splintered fragile prospect
Cuts met welted wounds, salt sterile from recent evils
Collapse on a beach of relief, I'm your purest cove
Bloodied hands bandaged, nurtured with tender heed
Mollusc polished particles to resume trust's trove
Immortal vessel promise predicts turgid tides recede
24th October 2020
Written for Contest: After The Hurricane
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
picture to take inspiration from is
'After The Hurricane, Bahamas',
painted by Winslow Homer
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
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