My mind spirals with murky metaphors
In kaleidoscopic circles where
Graphite moon-walks through magnified pain
Reaching a piercing sphere noisier than
A whirling maelstrom wrapped
In fluorescent fogs of frosty confusion
Neon green stars amidst chaotic intrusion
Engrossed in pills and throbbing tribulation
Maybe these flawed verses would
Undress the crippling reality of a
Shadowed poetess drowning in distress
Inking torment from unsolicited riddles
Numbness that riots into the
Gates of a crystalline glass library
Sanctuary of throes in unfinished prose
Categories:
noisier, emotions, poets,
Form: Acrostic
He played the piano the way he did everything – incredibly well.
He’s a maestro, his mother told everyone who stopped by.
They did not doubt it, he was busy too, always composing.
Writing screenplays, creating operas and musicals.
When will he publish? Some of the noisier ones asked his mother.
That’s not important, she told them. That he is living with me is.
He lived with mama until her death, which delighted both of them.
His creations were genius, we discovered after his own crossing over.
Categories:
noisier, music,
Form: Prose Poetry
Together Once More
There are many ways you may wander
And money made might also squander
Before a fair maiden you finally find
Who is lovely, likeable and also kind.
Am not certain where it may have been
Or if we would to go back there again
Place became noisier then needed to be
But still was humble with much hospitality.
But pretty soon we both knew for sure
Together anything surely could endure
Was perfect place and liked being there
We had respected and handled with care.
Now that we know our love was really true
To become married we did decide to do
Lived close together each and every day
Until my wife eventually passed away.
Never forgot each moment and loved her so
To me, all of this became a serious blow
Was precious and her I always did adore
Soon will be in heaven together once more.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
If you think any of my poems are good
enough, you can go ahead and enter
them in a contest for me and have my
permission.
Categories:
noisier, bereavement, death, happiness,
Form: Couplet
A frog weeps at night
noisier than rustling leaves
The wavering heart
follows wherever the wind
blows as one frog weeps along
Categories:
noisier, break up, change, farewell,
Form: Tanka
(In memory of Nigeria-Biafra War)
We called on him.
In vain he answered us.
He had died at dusk.
And the night passed unsung
We didn’t sing the moonlight songs
Never sang merry-be-my-friend again.
Only the leaves above rustled,
Singing mutely to the patched moon above
And the link was cut and broken at dusk.
We mourned the night passed unsung.
Only night beings hummed songs that
Rose above Rooftops, and away
Into the nights.
Soon his mother’s sobbing receded
As night’s winds lured her to sleep.
Above, the sky wore patches of mangled
Cloud. Lucifer was there casting
Lots for the nations on the Niger.
Doom had overtaken our innocence.
Soon the airplane came, rumbling noisier than
Her usual gentle flight.
Sparks of suppressed play zests unwound in us.
We rushed to the open to shout her farewell
To the unknown.
It was bombs and explosions shattered us all.
Since then, we never sang
Merry-be-my-friend again nor
Fared well to the airplane.
Categories:
noisier, night, war,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Costa Rica (outcast)
When going ashore in Puerto Lemon (Costa Rica) we had to walk
through a park were the town’s people sat or walked enjoying
the evening breeze. They didn’t like us, we’re uncouth seamen
up to no good. We felt their odium and it made us noisier that we
otherwise would have been. We were on our way to the seedy
part of town where we were welcomed because we had money.
One evening I sat in the park enjoying the peace and sea breeze…
after some time I was approached by a police officer who told me
to move on, he never said way, but the good people felt offended.
As I left I was filled with sadness and I had only one place to go.
Late at night when the good people had gone home the park was
a whore house, just raucous noise and the sea breeze had died.
Categories:
noisier, people, places, people, sea,
Form: Blank verse
Croaking on the breeze….
Clinging to branches of trees
Noisier than bees
Categories:
noisier, animals
Form: Haiku
Dark dark the jocund space with downy flesh
Black bannered hideous gloomier than rest
Under the low hanging tattered rugged sky
Float clouds dark tortured low lit as night.
A shoal of bats deep as rust
Tight footed damp smeared descend
Over the houses streets and creeks
Invading the dark deep dungeons in heaps.
The dungeon of my brain creeks and racks
While the shoal of obnoxious foxes descend
Each one fighting and probing deeper headed
Sucking last drainage of my refelled blood.
The fury of my blood has made them blind
In bunches they grope shriek and prowl
Blinded nerve rotten hindered to crawl.
Tired and thick with banging their heads
Against rafters spokes nails and knives
Hopelessly will hang themselves over cobwebs
Dimly constrained lured dumb and defied.
There they will hang like hope forlorn
Pitted from the depth drums will be sounded
The likes & days of noisier time will sanction
The shades of escape then will be outbounded
Hands of doom will climb to clutch their forms
And squeeze their brains along bloody hawthorn.
Categories:
noisier, angstdark, dark,
Form: Lyric