Just a little bit of that abracadabra
hangs in the atmosphere atomizing.
In some cases it even placates deluge.
Alchemy burns in the midst of deluge
blurring the reflection of abracadabra.?
Transformation gurgles atomizing.
Unstable particles quickly atomizing
with haste strengthen unruly deluge.
Feral is the flow guiding abracadabra.
It is abracadabra atomizing deluge.
It's there in the darkness
of Indigo rain
Starlings streak the skies
in vapor trails of gold
Winds whistle familiar tunes
as the moon placates the sea's
Time hangs motionless
beneath the permafrost
Revealing what can't be known
The dogs lay silent
in fields of emerald green
and we choose to speak in tongues.
the horizon is motionless in its red and purple hues
snow-topped mountains are shushing us with silent lips
the immobility of this presence does not hesitate to bring stillness
I look into the water’s depths; all the wildlife must be sleeping
there is not one tiny splash; this well-worn dock placates me
this is a place for eagles, but no bird is flying; the air is soundless
a meditative place, a Zen place where I could sit and emote
so I do, crossing my legs on the edge of the dock, stilling my soul
a tiny breeze barely whispers her secrets onto my face; I smile
feeling all-powerful in this sacred place, loaned to me by the Master
thoughts I could have never conjured anywhere else come to me
I begin to solve my tiny problems as the world embraces me with silence.
She is unobtainable because of social concepts.
Friendly to a fault, not hers.
She cannot hide her beauty, though she tries.
She seems to fight the attention
and doesn't seem to desire it.
To say she's an old man's fancy is to admit my feelings.
But, i will not lie to myself.
I just would like to see her acknowledge that i respect her.
That would be enough for me.
Until then seeing her smile and happy placates my whims.
A friend that fishes for his selfish good,
He who flatters and placates but to please,
His sweet words venom under a veiled hood,
He, whose hiss disguises as pleasant breeze.
One not found when his friend’s lost in a wood,
Who deserts ship in need of renewed lease.
There too are friends like a pair of spare hands—
Friends that back up in times of utter strain,
In tricky turns of fate stick together,
And stretch a helping hand, pleasure or pain,
Whose counsel’s harsh but works like smooth feather,
Whose words pain, pierce like knife, prove sane.
Friends come in all shades of a rainbow band,
Yet, he that sticks closer than blood is friend.
___________________________________________
Sonnets | 05.03.2004| friend
Poet’s note: An atypical sonnet with two sestets posing a premise and a counterpoint, ending with a couplet.
Time of life,
Time of strife,
Time of purpose,
Time we suppose.
Nobody can tell what's behind the veil,
We don’t want to see what’s pale,
Nobody can see what's behind the door,
We’re a far cry from the core.
Someone desires to wear our shoes,
They don't want any encomium to lose,
They desire flowery days,
Can they an edging turmoil face?
We can't escape life's midnight,
Even though our chamber is pervaded with light,
Every shooting star loses its radiance,
Nature’s music ends and halts our dance.
Time is not in our hands,
Time is beyond the sands,
Time brings and it takes,
Time placates, it also quakes.
October 15, 2022.
New to arrive
(this is default when late)
Is a writhing mass screaming
NERVES
inside.
The exterior is wide eyes.
But in the past,
much, much worse.
Today what I'm wearing
reflects not my feelings,
but
YOURS.
My face placates
with cool even gazes.
I can see mirrors
trade places
with each one of your
FACES.
A deck of cards
in the hands
of a well practiced dealer.
Performing the shuffling
hypnotic and precise.
The hands smirk as
the cards are flicked
flying to you.
Now you are seconding guessing
THE GAME.
You are thinking
maybe dice would have been better.
Play your hand, now.
Others are placing their eyes on your head,
holding their place as they wait.
For you to see what the cards said.
Shhhh...
Keep it to yourself.
Soon you'll receive all your help.
Bumbling chit-chat has a way of dampening things.
And it only placates the fire that makes the heart sing.
So get quiet and step to the side.
Over there is where clarity resides.
Then, when God tells you to speak, you'd better speak.
Come out of hermit mode, stand up, and teach.
When God tells you to walk, you'd better walk.
Whether it's toward or away, don't hesitate or balk.
So in the meantime,
Shhhh... Please, keep it to yourself.
Soon you'll receive all of your help.
Proverbs 29:11
State of perception placates
sun or moon
incubi or mindful art
dreamlike lays or lucidity
a place of rest where we are restless
turning in and tuning out
body's give but souls still shout
exuberantly in the echo chamber of the heart
arrows bent and often missed
butterflies all about
the clouds have the questions
captioned with quips
tied up and whipped
the cream always rises
it's on top
I skim the milky waters
you dipped in innocence
(k)not undone
I the moon/you the sun
Though she holds his hands, he feels all alone
As moonlit desires sense his dissonant vibes
Emanating from pulses beating in discord
Plundering away ambiance to vacant thoughts
When a cogent conversation becomes a task.
Silence he placates discarding her prompts
Preferring the dark over company of stars
As a lone-bird sits forlorn on a leafless branch
Awaiting for daybreak to build a new nest.
Steadfastly she holds on to her view of galaxy
Undeterred by forces of invisible black holes
Comforting his woes till he rejects her call,
Deciding resolutely to abandon her place
When the lone-bird flees before daybreak.
November 5, 2018
Placed first in contest #520 by Brian Strand
Sense spacious silence speak
Prize primal pattern peak
Void vets vibrant vile voice
Cream clumsy changing choice
Toilsome thoughts tunnel time
Meet moist motionless mime
Feel fond fancy flavour
Opt old odd off-odours
Form fleeting formal face
Glimpse gaudy grinding grace
Face funny faulty fix
Meet most memory mix
Mull mushy momentum
Treat taut touchy tantrum
Unhinge used unseen urge
Ply preachy poignant purge
Edgy echoes ease etch
Sanguine sadness soul sketch
Impact indulgent ire
Messy moments meet mire
Languish lavish laughter
Adjourn ample after
Listening lastly lurks
Jumpy jest justly jerks
Sober sleepless soul spice
Promptly puzzles pure price
Numbing nonsense now nibs
Tasty touching time trip
Nimble nasty notions
Pace placates proportion
Time travel through twilight
Indulge instant insight
Lift lasting lustre loud
Petty plots pretty proud
Ply puzzling poison pill
Size spacious silence spill
Leon Enriquez
17 October 2018
Singapore
Revolutionary mindful ascending
Opens up the consciousness through manifesting dimensions
That placates every form of time
Warps the imagination within the mind
Creating living colours that bombard our eyes
Synchronicity then defines how to read the signs
Through a paradigm equation that is luminescently lit
Like a neon sign pointing the way to this
Stimulating our creativity through bliss
Mindful possessions just fade and recede then twist
Into a spiritual realm in which we can exist
Devoid of the illusory toxicity
We recalculate what it is to be living
In a multiverse of new beginnings
Where everything is transcending everything we know
Bestowing knowledge that is ancient, that is old
That we have forgotten or simply left behind
We all walk around consciously blind
We need this revolutionary ascension to remind us
Why it is we are here and what it means to exist
In a world full of distractions such as this.
weather... restricted
yet people turn a blind eye
innocents suffer
weather cannot see
a natural phenomenon
pollution effects
humans have reason
yet still don't understand
jeopardising lives
we pollute... which kills
live on the banks of rivers
expect to survive
now knowing the facts
living in denial... why
natures rights to clean
malice... no intent
four seasons... man only named
can never contain
wildlife takes its lead
follows weather... placates needs
yet humans don't heed
life on a mountain
wildlife adapt... sense danger
instinctive feelings
man has never learned
lives on the ground of floodplains
stilts... no... stilted minds
Nature's born the solstice stones
Of the shortest day the winter dawn
And the summer day's the sun placates
Growing state's of evolution
The seasons will both come and pass
Following the tides of lent
The quarter moon has shone and passed
In treacle sky of burnt out star's
The autumn leaves release there leaves
And when the spring the world awaits
Everything underneath the starter's gun
Will squint the lashes
Of new born baby's
To heads of corn
In the field's of gold
Heaven look's down upon
Breathing
Sweet breath, scarce heard upon this gray day
Laborious, but there under watchful eye
Sweet hope and light dispel the gloom
A breath that breathes away the silence
Then uncertain pause from puckered lip,
Moistened with care
Still the air that I might hear again
Sweet breath that daubs my eyes with tears
That lay emotions bare
For all to see.
Frail life but for a moment, breath upon breath
Slow inhalation to breach the hush
Sweet melody that placates the morbid stillness
And founded on hope.
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.