IDENTITY
I just want to be who I am, or even to know
Living this modern life is like being in armour
True freedom, now merely a fading memory
Following the script like a long running drama
But perhaps something out of this might grow
Personality, misshaped by many laws and rules
So what then, does individuality mean anyway
There’s a chest of treasures locked up inside me
That in this age, may never see the light of day
In our millions we’re numb, and acting as fools
Can it even be safe to release the unknown beast
That prowls and explores this unexpecting world
It might be a cute little mewling thing that blinks
And if threatened, huddles like a flag that’s furled
But it still deserves it’s freedom at the very least
Yet maybe this is mere hesitancy and speculation
The first challenge I must face, is to know myself
To be embraced for what I am, or could become
In life’s mission to discover all that hidden wealth
And to have caused at least a minor perturbation
Categories:
misshaped, identity,
Form: Rhyme
Contest: Brooding Nimbus Sponsor: Edward Ibeh 6-19-23
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Brooding Nimbus
Midnight trails a filmy brooding nimbus,
Idle shadows etch lines on the daylight;
Vertigo lingers, teeters on limbus,
Distorted ghosts escape into dawn’s sight.
Remnants of realms, inborn of misshaped clouds,
Ruminate raindrops to bleed the bizarre
Palpable phantoms the mid-day enshrouds -
Reclines as shape-shifts in murmuring stars.
Hobbled memories drifting unresolved,
Surrealistic needles stab dazed eyes
Fretting repines, floats in veils unabsolved,
Fades slowly into the unanswered why.
Slowly day chases back mystic extremes
Evening broods in misty nests of new dreams.
Categories:
misshaped, dream,
Form: Sonnet
In deep crenelated crimson,
Autumn arrives in regal robes.
Her boisterous blue burgundy
surging with violent carmine.
Autumn arrives in regal robes
carpeting the earth with fractured
parquet of mismatched, misshaped shards-
a luscious ramollescence.
Her boisterous blue burgundy
cape blusters with bolstered boldness
as she whips the wind to climax
and She reigns as queen for the day.
Surging with violent carmine,
capped rivers rage with Her breath
and rains fall relentlessly as
She settles in for the long night.
*Retourne format: four quatrains, eight syllables each line, written with a tumbling refrain. The lines of the first stanza provide an opening refrain for the ensuing stanzas. xABC Axxx Bxxx Cxxx. Unrhymed.
Categories:
misshaped, autumn, color, day, night,
Form: Other
Things Woods Should Know
Trees hang around like shady characters in the grove
An apple from one of them hit Newton on the head
He ate it then began to think
Things that woods should also know
Complicit with gravity, green with envy
Some trees fall on cars and homes
Commit awful crimes with twisters
Hurricanes are other cronies known to harm
Trees never move on their own
It takes more than one of them to make a forest
They never talk but whisper in the breeze
Branches, like misshaped fingers point
Hide with the leaves that fall from grace
Roots hold fast to dirt and soil
Don't want to fly off into outer space
While Earth is in rotation
Trees simply want to stay in place and grow
Make a home for birds and little creatures
Keep secrets only woods should know
Categories:
misshaped, adventure, fantasy, identity, image,
Form: Free verse
Pretty pictures hang on the wall
A family, a life
One we may recall
There was love and hope
Joy and fear
The kids might complain and mope
But the bond was so great
The ties never shook
It was almost as good as fate
The happy was as good as the sun
It was just as bright and loving
But the sad was like a gun
Forever feared and avoided
Sometimes confronted head on
Running through your veins distorted
The walls almost breathed alive
Apart of the misshaped family
It had a heart beat, a drive
Do not compare your family
For you need to be warned
Your life wont be good as this simile
Categories:
misshaped, family,
Form: Light Verse
Its been many years
Since the bombs did their worst
As they exploded worldwide
In radioactive burst
Our cities lie flattened
Where once they were tall
Their population thriving
Now in radiation withdrawal
The lands lie poisoned
Where nothing much grows
As much of life
Is in extinction froze
Even the skies
Look so different than before
In bloodied red shades
Like wide open sores
Whats left of us humans
In walking decay
Our bodies misshaped
As evolution replays
Our newborn grotesque
In radiation mix
Will our world recover
From this river Styx
Our once lovely planet
Of green rolling hills
Fields of greens
And harvest crop spills
What can i say
There isn't much else
As i lay here radiated
A shadow of myself
Soon it will be dark
And i will eventually sleep
For every-time i look around
I internally weep
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-8.php
Categories:
misshaped, angst, fantasy, life, loss,
Form: Rhyme
Sometimes at evening when the sun goes down
I light a little candle all ready for love
I am older than Luther, soul of soul unbound
I bridge desire with Bee Gees, and move
To your ears to whisper in hibiscus tones
Anticipating your wet and sweet delicious moans.
But you have the day still wired to your soul
Blisters and bruises from Monday’s blues
You sigh misshaped by the world’s callous mould
You need tenderness without the old cues
Silent massage of toes, and a listening ear
To the litany of woes wrinkling your heart with care.
I say softly to our son, your mother, child, is weary
She is human too … not just here to serve
Our needs … milk of our existence bright or dreary
Prattling visions of corrections on the nerve
Help me to do, what she alone so oft has done
Bring her to a state crowned in golden glows of sun.
O mother, woman, queen, eternal wife, behold
My soul is laid down as carpet for your feet
My heart the citadel replenishing love and gold
Defending your virtue from rough rain and sleet
I come with thoughts of kindness and the thrift
Of all my soul’s domain as your treasure and gift.
Categories:
misshaped, wifeheart, heart,
Form: Verse
as I sit bye the fire
I am intrigued bye death's inspire
Skeleton's move in organinized fashion
Filling the room with quarrled passion
Will join us now that u are the newborn
Do u reconize your own reflection
Do u see your skin complextion
For u were stillborn
Raged from your ricies in a dire form of mislead conduct
Your kingdom once filled with flourishing material product
A striken life was promised with the vison of the world to come
Here u will bw washed in no blame
can u even remember your own name
u only lack this in my house
Mingle around and do try to find yourself a spouse
My attention drawn towards these sympathetic words
I am disturbed bye this walls are misshaped and deranged
Captured souls in dysfunction while there bones are interchanged
The halls are filled with a shamful air full of evil deeds
I stand here out if existence and hormone
Categories:
misshaped, caregiving, devotion, faith, friendship,
Form: Ballad
a vase slammed on a
burner: the gold melts and all
contents of the vase
lie in repose -- gold encased
flowers and water steaming.
Categories:
misshaped, angst, introspection, loss,
Form: Tanka