From a much younger man
my waistline did expand,
have no offer of excuse,
for some cookie abuse.
Simple tasks done with ease,
are no longer a breeze,
having tried, but I fail,
to even clip my toenails.
I'm quite ashamed to admit,
that I used to be fit,
dealing now, this eclipse,
of once seen naughty bits.
The new shape that is forming,
now my clothes nonconforming,
no good reason of worth,
for the birth of my girth.
Categories:
nonconforming, body, change,
Form: Rhyme
My New Normal
Written: by Miracle Man
August 2, 2021
For the past four years I’ve struggled in dealing,
with my “new normal” since sudden cardiac arrest.
Life is now drab, and most days I’ve no feeling,
but I have felt God’s touch and to this I’ll attest.
God had a purpose for my miracle performing,
yet often I struggle to ascertain why.
I’m left with a life that’s quite nonconforming,
I can do very little although I still try.
Categories:
nonconforming, age, depression, health, heaven,
Form: Rhyme
As the temperature begins to rise
As the temperature begins to rise
changing weather patterns mean more storming
humans are doing little; Gaia sighs.
Coal still burns in power stations, likewise;
the car industry is nonconforming
as the temperature begins to rise.
Huge, wealthy corporations aggrandize
consumers; it's all about performing.
Humans are doing little; Gaia sighs.
So hard to get the world to empathize
when many are simply misinforming
as the temperature begins to rise.
Though just a few can see the world's demise
there still is, too sadly, global warming,
humans are doing little; Gaia sighs.
You'll miss the flowers, birds, and butterflies,
shade of trees, the touch of grass, bees swarming
as the temperature begins to rise.
Humans are doing little; Gaia sighs.
Categories:
nonconforming, earth, environment,
Form: Villanelle
In the flawless clear mirror
I look at my familiar face,
the nose, the eye, and the ear
are all there in their place.
Still people think I am strange,
I ask myself, why?
My mind’s nonconforming range
I can’t control even if I try.
My mind comes out in the open
walks to the felled fawn forest,
people’s set minds can’t discern
if it exists or is hidden in the chest.
Through the introspective eyes
I look deep in my beating heart,
the warm blood and the arteries
are all there playing their part.
Still people think I am strange
I ask myself, why?
My invaded feelings fume in rage
when I find people pry.
My sensibility breaks the shackle
and runs alone to the lilac lagoon,
the fickle minds people can’t tackle
think I chase the veiled blue moon.
Strangeness is a stranger from nowhere,
a symbol of fawn forest and lilac lagoon,
an alien perception that strangely stares
at people who don’t see the blue moon.
August 22, 2017
Contest : All Yours (May 9)
Sponsored by : Brian Strand
Categories:
nonconforming, i am, identity, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
In the midst of a milling crowd I stand alone,
Nonconforming, footloose and fancy-free
Trekking on my own beaten path and
Reaching yonder for the things sublime
Over in a realm beyond time where
Serenity and conflict-free solitude reign;
Peruse the affairs of this humbler poet
Echoing the whispers of his restive mind
Coursing relentlessly through his veins
Tormenting his very soul, day and night,
Incessant, incoherent but ever insistent
Overwhelmingly self-delusional and yet
Not to be smothered and hidden away.
~"Introspection-Acrostic" contest by John Hamilton
Categories:
nonconforming, angst,
Form: Acrostic
A love sacred to the sinister garden
blossomed fruits set with arcane knowledge.
You are the original that danced,
among the ebony. The one with a heart … that
only knew, nonconforming. Forbidden amour!
Oh love, the one who never submitted.
Revolution missionaire, would you? …
Give in? Such an upset for Adam.
"We are created from dust and element."
Forceful will, that was your testament.
Peering as you bathed near the swallowing waters;
naked flesh beneath the wet volumes of your hair.
Your eyes had shot seduction bullets to my heart.
Deceitful emotions to entice. Please have mercy!
Beauteous-Medusa, you belong to Morning Star.
For you, Lilith, shall repose with men.
If thou bares you an offspring in
the night … would you cannibalize in your
wicked spite? Revenge of the one damned.
You are the essence of vanity and bane.
Midnight-Cleopatra, with a lust for sin.
Your womanly anatomy, divinely noire.
Apart of many characters black-listed;
abominations are chaotic confounds,
With a hint of pandemonium on the spread.
Categories:
nonconforming, analogy, creation, dark,
Form: Verse
Have i ever told
you how comely
thou art?
for you are my
loveliness
the reason i coo
in the awkward feathers
of my fledgling ugliness.
Your voice
like bathing leaves
in nude empty cool fountain.
i your dark elfin shadow.
you pass by
and in supplication
i cover my thoughts
with the hood
of my nonconforming robe.
For unworthiness
is the only gnarled key
that bids me
sneak a whisper
into your world
for how often is the monstrous
caught by what
is most mysteriously beautiful…
Categories:
nonconforming, beautiful, beauty, fantasy, imagination,
Form: Free verse
Well said, my poetically challenged friend...
Your insight is deep and telling of your sage,
Even if I can not understand your poetic wage,
Tell us more of your triumphs and travels,
And don't leave out the blotter and gavels,
For it is your frailty which entices,
The calling of the soul,
And unlocking of the mind...
For when we read of your glorious battle,
And become the fodder of which you prattle,
Remember that these are the days,
We relished the great dreams you gave,
Soon you will be left to your own devices,
Karma so apropos,
Balancing over time...
Then with great pride I will be able to say,
That I once met a poet untamed,
A free verse poet like you who has belched,
With nonconforming musings, true and heartfelt,
Oh what great cost the poets price is,
Always watching yet always alone,
All to capture truth sublime,
Again well said, my poetically challenged friend!
Categories:
nonconforming, adventure, angst, confusion, funny,
Form: Narrative
Well said, my poetically challenged friend...
Your insight is deep and telling of your sage,
Even if I can not understand your poetic wage,
Tell us more of your triumphs and travels,
And don't leave out the blotter and gavels,
For it is your frailty which entices,
The calling of the soul,
And unlocking of the mind...
For when we read of your glorious battle,
And become the fodder of which you prattle,
Remember that these are are the days,
We relished the great dreams you gave,
Soon you will be left to your own devices,
Kharma so apropos,
Balancing over time...
Then with great pride I will be able to say,
That I once met a poet untamed,
A free verse poet called Robert Reid Welch,
With nonconforming musings, true and heartfelt,
Oh what great cost the poets price is,
Always watching yet always alone,
All to capture truth sublime,
Again well said, my poetically challenged friend.
Categories:
nonconforming, friendship, on writing and
Form: I do not know?