Long Offbeat Poems
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*Image of Stakeout On Dope Street Withdrawl by Warner.
Delirium
I stepped in
yesterdays cold
that babbled through
a rosed mist,
its clammy waters
rallied the shallows
that suffer skin to clinch
flesh in curbed
shriveling
crimps,
Shapes a
glacial sheath
paired amongst
innocence, roughly
stays offbeat,
occasions a
past,
Coupling realms
of diverse remnants,
same as wavering
opinions, inducing
banks overflowing,
frigid blight
realized,
A duality
morphed as
a single organism,
cells bobbing well against a
skeletal chamber, wherein, the
upper region of unswerving
senses, uniquely contrast,
yet settled in their
unsettling way of
indivisibility,
Tug-of-war
eternally plays,
yes or no wobbles on a
scheming balancing beam,
and juggling is being skillfully
played whilst illusion rules
consciousness, botched
mayhem willingly flaps,
till it fancies its
place,
The chaos
that further perplexes
a cranium, where atop beams
heavenly pivoting light that gleams
then glows, bestowing its energetic
love, diligent patience flashes yon,
awakening a wholesomeness,
albeit, temporarily inclined,
cognizant vicissitudes
parts among us
and resonates
--an instant
warmth.
2020 July 16
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND VERSE FREED
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 02
I can feel her stirring once again,
through gloss of morning and fog of twilight
echoing out a new adventure’s call
while the nomadic tempo beats;
a fine instinct's voice ignites her heart
drumming a free-spirit ‘s lively song...
with a bohemian flair taking after Grandpa’s mold .
As a middle-born girl, she is warm and complex,
running unto fields catching a hue
in firelight's inner-dance that spins a groove,
while exploring new trails never blazed
like a wayfarer ready to face the unknown
with painting exhibits that capture this offbeat strain.
Though she keeps life from being bland
defying traditional rules as archaic, oh run-down…
a childlike nature is kindled and forever moved
when her college students throw an overnight gig
as pinches of life's drama and hubris make swollen lids cry,
forgetting how an angel touched her at a young age.
Well, that’s what I am: a pilgrim soul of all time.
.........
Bio Of A Poet Contest for Tammy Reams
4/17/2015
Hooray for Captain Spaulding...
though he played only a cameo role
helping me secure corrective eyewear I sport
mucho gratitude to all parties involved
including the missus,
cuz she needed to shuttle me
to and from hither and yon,
wherever I needed to go,
cuz entire bill paid
(including thorough examinations and lenses -
the frames repurposed
from one used many moons ago)
courtesy AETNA Medicare Advantra
in tandem with superb
ocular optometrist Doctor Paul Halpern,
that would be an unpaid for plug
touting outstanding kickass knowhow
insync with his offbeat good humor
without making a spectacle of himself.
Many insightful revolutionary breakthroughs
linkedin to gamut of intelligent people,
whose exhaustive mental,
physical and spiritual efforts
witnessed visually impaired
(shortsightedness affected wordsmith
since he entered second grade
at Eagleville Elementary School
circa approximately mid nineteen sixties)
and anticipated him being called
mildly derogatory name four eyes,
thus withheld donning glasses
at the expense of lackluster marks
for that half year, cuz parents moved
to 324 Level Road
initially R(oute) D(elivery)
until Donald Neilson
(if memory serves me
more correctly than spelling
of his surname, and "The Idler Wheel
Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw
and Whipping Cords Will Serve You
More Than Ropes Will Ever Do" by Fiona Apple),
and yesterday November 12th, 2024
happily, proudly, and zealously wears glasses
to see the webbed wide world crystal clear.
Post cataract surgery,
about couple months
after consultation at Kremer Eye Center
and finally came to figurative juncture
whereat (drum roll please...)
prescription adjusted eyeglasses
now sit squarely on my button nose -
as long as I hold them there with a finger
until cosmetic surgeon affixes a bump
on the bridge of said nose
analogous to the song titled
I can see clearly now the rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
(courtesy Johnny Nash,
who raked in quite a bit of cash)
to drive our 2020 Hyundai Elantra
after dark shadows slink and slither
along the edge of night
encompassing an ever widening berth,
where the outer limits
meld with swathes of the twilight zone.
Written on 29th and 30th April 2012.
BY: Sashi.Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Father time always has lessons to open heartedly preach,
Of late have understood few of them, which was for a long time out my thoughts reach.
Now life seems to me as a sandy bank of a long desolate beach,
Where we trudge life’s sandy path in a hurry without an end the shores of success to reach.
But I often ask myself, what lessons, life to us, does preach?
Need to with all 5 senses deem or else we will end up filled with remorse and impeach.
People tell me about change,
And ways to my life rearrange.
But my heart and mind vehemently hum to me to be real sure,
And ensure that the changes don’t take my life on an offbeat detour.
Far away from people who on me shower their love and care,
Is that what you desire I ask myself? Stop think, mull and be minutely aware.
Life’s Moments pass us like flowing water of a the sea or stream,
Linger on, Sweet memories of some wonderful people who touched us like waves, come to mind or in our dreams.
In our quests to succeed and get on in life we strive to move ahead to the success shore,
And those cherished moments keep flashing in our dreams and in our thoughts more & more.
But
We trudge each day life’s sandy path in a hurry the shores of success to reach.
Need to with all 5 senses deem or else we will end up filled with remorse and impeach.
Life’s Moments pass us like flowing water of a the sea or stream,
Linger on, Sweet memories of some wonderful people who touched us like waves, come to mind or in our dreams.
So
I often mull and ask my mind,
Mostly about me but also about thoughts that often in mind and they themselves grind.
Must I, my beliefs, ideology and principles change?
To improve my life and it’s relations and my entire life rearrange?????
Now
I long to be my original me
As an original is worth more than a copy, as the world conceives and all see,
I am my original me.
I am me
I am
Me………….
I was an odd little girl. At a very early age writing, and seeking out nature. I
loved to wander libraries and art galleries, while other little girls played with
dolls together. A loner, lost within my thoughts. I grew up to be a bit eccentric
and offbeat. My style of dressing is whimsical and unique to me. I love
seeking out vintage. The key is to not wear too much at one time! My pose
and mannerisms are quiet and gentle, people have commented on how calm
I seem. I found my Zen a long time ago. I do yoga and meditate each day.
Something about me is my need to know what is going on in the world.
I watch the local news, the Canadian news (yes, I am from Canada), varied US
news, and the World news each morning. Only then can my day begin! It is an
oddity I think as so many do not listen or read about the news. I like to read
books but not on a Kindle or on the computer I want, must actually hold a
book, I love the feel of the pages in my hands. I collect old books, well old and
fragile anything. A beautiful vase or plate with a chip perhaps found in second
hand shops. I do not need an expensive antique to satisfy my need for "old".
Well, that's the oddity of me, a whimsical, unique and a bit offbeat girl.
the forest quiet
the sound of soft snow falling-
I stop listening
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February 7, 2018
Poetry/Haibun/'This Quirky Girl'
Copyright Protected, ID 9985-61-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Your Favorite Poem Written In February
Sponsor, Laura Loo
Third Place
Snapping fingers, a low hum in the microphone)
Hey, It's Café Jazz/ But we ain't just sipping black coffee and snapping our fingers in polite applause/
Talkin' Bop/ first idiom where being white wasn't the fast track to success/ Yeah, dig it/ Bop was the soundtrack/ To anxieties, to late nights, to dreams deferred/
A nervous tremor in the rhythm/ Hard to play/ Man, you don't even KNOW. Only Bird, Diz, Miles...a constellation of cats burning bright, digging deep into a new conception in jazz/
A new hip way/ The hard Bop LP Clifford Brown and Max Roach, Study in Brown, 1955?
Got heads blown right off/ This isn’t just music, see?/
It's talkin' 'bout you, talkin' 'bout me/ talkin' 'bout life getting ready to take on a new form/ Be-Bop Creating a dialogue in Blending ideas, twisting sounds, birthing a style from the after-hours jam sessions at Minton’s Playhouse, Harlem/
Extreme virtuosity/ blistering speed/ /dissonant chords/ chordal substitutions – a vocabulary of rebellion/
Offbeat piano action, more action, SUPA DUPA HIGH VOLTAGE, MAN! Scorching tempos mirrored the doped-up lives...the pain... the desperation...of some Bop masters/
Even the beat poets... yeah, they copped the style/ the wicked mix of horn blowin' break-your-freakin'-neck speed, the Bop notes bleeding into their verses/ Jazz poetry on fire/
Did Bop influence Lenny Bruce? while doin’ a A-bomb of Heroin and Marijuana in the back of the room of his late night gig/
Is you black, or is you white?/
That question still under the skin of Jazz America/ still inching, scratching, Racism out of jazz/
Where are the jazz lords of the in-between at?/
What's the jazz world like today? Well, your ride is way clean, man/ got the chrome shinin', the leather gleamin'/ but… your gas tank is on E. (Silence, save for the click of the microphone being switched off)
The good in me,
I am a good friend and loyal;
eat healthy food and even drink green tea,
I treat my friends royal.
It is said- I am cheerful and friendly to all,
I am always so happy to receive a call;
to go dancing and have a ball,
honorable always this I can guarantee.
Often feel bad,
I am stained with the pain of death;
oh why, why did you have to leave me dad,
held mom 'till her last breath.
I like alone quiet time and often get hurt,
love silence- admit that I am an introvert;
peculiar and cannot convert,
and some think my poetry writing is too sad.
A special girl,
I love all poetry and art;
and not afraid to give painting a whirl,
told - I have a big heart.
Just a girl with an old soul quite offbeat and rare,
for the environment and animals I care;
with me friend- your soul will repair,
I am me, unique, just a girl who likes to twirl.
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February 21, 2020
Added after judged, Mar 13, 2020-
Poetry/Rhyme/The Me-In Me
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1227-451-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Good, Bad, and Special
sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place
Imagine a woman peeking out from the shower curtain…
Accompanying captions on the side appear
“I asked 100 women what shampoo they preferred?
The #1 answer to my survey was certain,
How’n blankety blank did you get in here?”
Managed perception creates confusion;
the picture plays a neat trick on the brain.
There was no survey, just a joke that's offbeat.
The words and the wordster are in collusion
like men who have an image to maintain.
What appeals to men is her ballyhoo.
Are they looking for shock, dismay or fear?
In the photo, she's a picture of "discreet".
"Survey" has nothing to do with shampoo,
when in doubt, turn his question on its ear -
"Why do they put directions on shampoo bottles?”
Rising, a second ahead of stead, fine timing of executor
Horse gusto momentum, mortality a trot towards death
Tied up apple placated decades are dust obscured
Gallops a gamble heart squeeze mane clenched
Bridle left imprints jovial jockey rubs in virility
River pebble tossed prospect to become creek victor
Firm hooves with haphazard legs flail out of depth
Eyes which recognise primary desire, easily lured
Guile of reliance, combed gleamed pretense
Leads to forsaken stable of lollypop loyalty
Karat snap accusations on nonchalance don't register
Angry words inhaled in dawn fragile waking breath
Hat shade Sunday hums hymn worship conditional
Dictation praise from chapter of Shera Seven
Pampers offbeat imminent dog food frailty
Eleventh of May
Mercedes, Argument, Diamonds
When having been believer a few years
things got tough as life went offbeat
made redundant but happily got new job
but didn’t like it wasn’t up my street
O Lord what are you doing to me?
my questions soared up heavens way
this was not the way I had hoped for
mockery and pressure was order of the day
This went on for quite a few years
had few job offers but none for me
so God still seemed so far away
but maybe my Lord did not agree
For His word clearly declares His truth
I’ve chosen you before the earth was made
God’s truth stands over all our struggles
this assured me so would never fade
Salvation truly is of the Lord
picked by the Lord for His pleasure
to keep and to hold for all eternity
this is the believers blessed treasure