Physiognomy Poems

Pinnacle

She fades,
fades into oblivion.
Even in dayspring,
becomes a void.
She gets rid of her shades,
and gets dyed in black.

Tonight,
her eyes are tedious,
her physiognomy stark.
She no longer dreams,
and will not paint the canvas
of her heart again.
She will no longer roam freely
in the avenue of her imagination.
She won't fly carefree,
won't crackle carelessly again.
As it is the end,
the end of her childhood.

And ahoy!
She celebrates her adulthood.

Death Threw That

felon feelings feign
taunted tricks trained
seeped in scrunchies
pulpy passion spilled
lofty leering lust
gaunt guts gulped

vying veins scrunching
pruning punctured pelvic
in salient symmetry

pale physiognomy inky
fiery drips fostering
oomphy ocean oozing

death threw that
this taunts tat.
       20:01:09:00:11

~Note~ An heart that ignores the emotion, 'love'.

Nocturnal Ends Neighboring

salient smile scrunching
punctured physiognomy pulsing
voluptuous chin vying
over mystic memory
with callous contentions
seeped in stupefaction

rusty rubberneck moaning
airy attention fostering
damped dog downbeat

nocturnal ends neighboring
felon results rustling
saucy rebellion smirking

Her dad disembarked;
His monstrous master.
20:01:03:05:07

Note: 42 words.
My idea of the story - A picture prompt.
   A girl took her dog with her to meet her father who was a sailor. He'd been away for like forever. He was a loving father to the girl, and a cruel monster to the dog.
Sooner he disembarked and was coming towards her (After few years of departure). At the thought of the replications of sweet memories that'd be restored, she smiled happily at her returning father. While the dog frowned upon the arrival of his monstrous monster: variation of feelings and attainment of pleasures. (Emphasis on the last couplet).

So I Had This Dream

So i had this dream,
I think it was a dream:

My lonely sole treading
the path of the air,
Through the rolling container.

My feet measuring the path
Of Washington,
dazed by her beauty,startled
by her regalia.

My eyes seduced by the 
Beauty  of her physiognomy.
The tiled road tensed with glory-
Even with her sister-Michigan.

My heart was elated like
an electrocuted toy who
hopped for joy while betrothed
to the striving electricity.

I closed my eyes for secs,
Open it a bit through the specs.
Thought it was a nightmare-
Maybe one of the lies the dreams spare.

But nay it was a raw truth,
A truth unmissed with alcohol-
Stance like the undauted rock,
Looking indifferently steady like a moor.

So at last i'm here,
Even America is now my peer.
What i'd longed for months,
Just entered through my door when hope was lost.

Now my joy's fulfilled,
Into the pitch now to be fulfilled.

Americans?

An Hero is here.
Washington, Lions_den is here. 
For some to tear while some to care.
      17:24:17:10:10

To the Pagan Gods

They'll tell you what they can't do,
They'll give you what they don't have-
borrowed jewel from a wretched potter:
Drunk with penury,drown in poverty.
'I'll give you diverse gift',they'll say:
It's better to go on your kneels and pray.
Than to get a token of misery,
bewitched with foggeries and fallacy,
Like a powder blown by the jealous wind-
Who couldn't attract pleasant physiognomy.

They are:

Plate of delicacies embroided with offensive odour,
Arranged to serve the 'seekers'-
Grinding their faith,polluting their conscience.
Ascribed,even set on their table-
Not to feed but to get rid of their freedom.

Graced with deception,they troop after the delicacies,
Over hunger they want to have their seat.
Death then takes them captive-even eternal death.

Pagan gods aren't gods,
Not objects,
Not Moulded,
But crafted,
Even sitted,
In the heart-
That thing that takes more of your attention.
    17:19:17:17:50

Joy

Like a rigid hill she stands
With her naughty look-
Pouting and smiling,
redish chin,yellowish skin.
Looking like the new moon,
striving to get her strength,
and bursts out bright,
beckoning to eyes to
behold and see.

Most time,i followed them-
even her stealthy eyeballs,
turning 360 degree, like
a lonely strained compass.

Even if sadness had taken me on a mile,
Her physiognomy did make me smile.
Sometime,i'd said to her:

'You know, sometime you seem funny!'.

Again she pout.
      17:11:17:19:00

If I Were Blind

If I Were Blind

I could see your face
with soft inquisitive fingers
trekking across the hills
and valleys of your physiognomy

you, of course, would sit quietly 
with eyes closed not wanting to
look into my broken mirrors
from which all sign of soul
had escaped long ago.

but I am fool and blinded
by what I see, unable to penetrate
beyond my fingertips into the truth
golden verity of the sweetness
the ardent nature that is you

your face is worn with life
it stops me like a wall
your depth will not catch me so I fear
instead it will demand from me
more than I can ever be
I will be unmasked.

'he Two Cherubims

My form of sonnet modified(Holy Spirit).
Now it entails; An Acrostic form with the rhyme scheme aabbcdeeffcdgg. Enjoy!

         'HE TWO CHERUBIMS
 
'Hewn out of mystery,
Endowed with scary physiognomy.

Tensed with eyes and flappy wings
Winning heart-dexterity-often stings.
Owning the shield of Alpha's eyes

Carressing the depth of omega's might.
Heralding six wings and four qualities.
Eloping from eagle's to veil's obscurities.
Ruling of high handedness of his train.
Under the wave of the creator's reign.
Moistured with veils in which they flies.
Inwardly a darkness,abhorring the creator's sight.
Messangers of peace-that did honour raise.
Seraphims' Juniors-lifter of his praise.
      17:28:08:11:20

Tis Sonnet Is For You

A SONNET FOR YOU
             By: A Josh!

The sun gossips thy beauty,
'Cos it pierces than she does.
Your pistol eyeballs of duty,
Shoots off Juveniles' eyeballs.
The ray that beems from your face,
Varies to all pleasant phase.
The smile inscribe in your physiognomy,
Summons emotions in hurry.

Your dentition makes me kinda wonder,
If truly thou art a being; Of course you're a wonder.
I would have archetyped you to daffodils,
But they look old when the sun sprays her ordeals.

I'll say but their is a spell attach to you,
And that's your facial rule.
          17:15:08:08:25

Written for a friend

The Elegant Maiden

Short but beautiful,
Beautiful and dutiful.
Dutiful in deligience,
Deligent and intelligent.

The mood of thy pleasantries,
Wroth fables of dignities.
Your egg-y shaped physiognomy,
Mount emotions in hurry.
The smiles of thy face,
Is embroided with bewitching triats.
The venom of thy eyeballs,
Pierce through the rigidity of juvenile's hall.
You're wonderfully made,
And gorgeously create.
None can thy bride price paid,
But a Juvenile bewitched with grace.

Me-take this not as a woo,
But a praise of my friend boo.

When i think of you,
With the aid of celestial rule.
The shape of your shadow,
Barges into life more hollow.
Thou art a queen: Indeed,
Full of optimum grace to feed,
All being that cross thy path,
And blossomly for they that are your part.

Me-take this not as a woo trends,
But as a praise to my boo's friend.

Haddassah: Esther,
Yea,the queen of all fiestas.
Thou art been metamorphosed,
To light from darkness force.
Thou owe worry no dime,
For with you has my g.f dine.
And she'd promised me heartily,
To convey you relentlessly to his territory.

The Elegant maiden of his sanctuary!
c.2017

Impermanence

Impermanence

We’re waves
Thaw, melt and freeze
Impermanence of breeze
We're castles of sand -
Leveled by bully's hand
We’re spider webs and beaver dams all
Mists and illusions ephemeral
We’re mountains disappearing
We’re rivers just appearing – 
Carrying cliffs to emerald sea
We’re a smile of effervescent tea
We’re the sparkling wines that fizz
We’re the physiognomy of phiz
We’re a never lasting permanence
We’re dewing drops of excellence
We’re flying feathers of wren
We’re lotus gardens of Zen.
We're Qi.

Why Crippled America

Why Crippled America?

Any presidential nominee thus far, 
Anyone ever in long history’s past, 
Could’ve called America crippled, 
A high look upon disability to cast. 

Disability is now curable sometimes, 
And healthcare stands sturdily tall,
As a nation’s proudest profession, 
As our greatest step and tribal call.

So the analogy to disability power, 
The relationship of doctor/patient, 
Could be used by any great politician, 
To explain his policies and argument. 

But I believe that any candidate knows, 
To deliberately dismiss this slogan, 
To in determination bypass disability, 
As a succinct method of explanation. 

It’s what goes to make a man great, 
A politician tick and get it right, 
A women see the good and justice, 
Of the Syrian migrant’s plight. 

So Trump should be sued, slammed, 
By disabled people in a law court case, 
For debasing their physiognomy, 
For knifing their contributive face. 

He does not pertain to disabled people, 
Now, after all of that in any way, 
And if you are aware of disability,  
Then don’t give him the time or day.

Black and White

Capturing human mood and emotion
A feature of portrait photography
Is much more effective when it is done
In shades of black and white creatively

Downward curved lips and a furrowed forehead
Mark emotions of sadness and worry
Whereas lips that are curved upwards instead
With wide-opened eyes show someone is happy

Lines etched in human physiognomy
And the different shapes of lips and eyebrows
In black and white stand out much more strongly
Highlighting various emotions aroused






john beharry
3/25/2015

To the Glory of God

To The Glory of God

RISE AND SHINE for JESUS...
For we are Crucified to the cross...
And saved by His resurrection...
Where He give His LIFE...
Then He was raised from death...
On the third day the angel came...
The huge rock rolled away...
An angel who told them...
Where the LORD lay no more...
For they saw an empty tomb...
He was raised from the dead...
As the prophets had for told...
As JESUS had said...
It was all as was written...
The scriptures were fulfilled...
Jesus was raised from the dead..
As his father told of it...
He met once again the disciples...
With the faithful twelve...
After blessing them all...
He ascended to heaven...
He sits now His thrown...
His physiognomy does shine...
He died for us all...
For your sins and mine...

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS, DD
Copyright 2014

Ivf 1

IVF

Times without number
That’s as far as one could remember
Or  better still conjecture
At this end of this ocean we stood, at the edge
Aghast at the tardiness of virility
Invisible except for its vivid physiognomy
That swirled and rolled and spent itself
In a recurring recuperation of empathy
Till rains agoraphobic arrived
As a successful  ‘in vitro’ in the glass sky 
A sodden blast of breeze scattering a mound of leaves 
Breathing  into the fertile insides
Slick in fermentation
Sticking  to sticky  bloodied life.

9 Mar 13
S.Jagathsimhan Nair

Entry for Rick Parise's contest

For PD's 'Freeverse contest' now on 13 mar 13

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