Willfulness releases and often are dismissed from one's mind, step aside from trials and
tribulations. One's survival taking ones time, rushing not to get older, options, preferences
oft-times are unlearned lessons. Discovery seems vague little too soon or little too late and on occasions ones tends to wander in the
wilderness recurrences holding on guarding
one's misery, resentment and torment. Let it
go, Let it go, Let it go. One's life of discovery
is so precious trust and believe in one's own
Discovery and well being.
Categories:
recurrences, abortion, destiny, devotion, endurance,
Form: Carpe Diem
Senile Age
I am worst than the dirt
you step aside from,
so as not to get your shoes dirty,
more or less your mind.
I am old and senile,
a bald head
filled with rancid ignorance.
Ghosts and goblins has invaded,
becoming my pals.
A phenomenon of deceleration.
I became cloistered
from myself.
Nothing worth anyone’s effort.
So just go.
Go far away,
and let me ramble in my err.
recurrences I cannot rid myself of.
Leave me or you will become me.
©Al Juman The "Said" Poet 4/20/2022
Categories:
recurrences, 12th grade, age, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Ringing silence, wringing peace
Events occurred, escalated recurrences
Watching in paralysis, a numbing sensation
Scathing remarks, scorched memories
Wishing away, sighting regret.
Deceit assuming a paradigm
Premature trust, humbling truth
Blinding innocence, directing guilt
Tears audible, ignorance depriving
Unfazed concern, proferring a hand.
Erratic tempers, conflicting perspectives
Rifts formed, roles exchanged
Apologies unheard, responses defective
Avoidance deflecting, discussion foregone
An ear understanding, resigning judgement.
Forts formed, words guarding
Betrayal pervasive, support strained
Bonds protecting, verdicts negligible
Reputation preceding, a parent to paper
Beckoning motions, soothing emotions.
Proceedings proceeded, an untold process
Omitted whereabouts, unforgiving losses
Crumbling structure, incredulous thoughts
Paternal instincts, convinced away
Blood bearing, burden boring.
Categories:
recurrences, anger, child, cry, deep,
Form: Quintain (English)
117
If I could
Get this nonsense
Out of my brain
Recurring thoughts
Such simple stupid
Tricks of mine
I think I could
Solve it all
Lay these bastards
To rest
Stop the confusion
Stop the mess
And come on over
To the shiny happy side
And you might lose
Your hate
And your
Stupid ghetto gait
If we could break
The infinite
Of recurrences
At any point
It would all fall
Apart and
I pray
You could put the math
To the cosmos
And infinity
And see as you please
Readjust your brains
Why are we all looking
To fix the out
Fix the in
Well at least
It’s a place to begin
Categories:
recurrences, absence, abuse, america,
Form: Free verse
We be entwined and entangled,
for spooky action at a distance,
despite our separation.
For I know what you are up to.
I know how and what you think.
I know your feelings, fads and focus.
I know that you know, the same about me.
For we spent so much time being together.
Serendipity loads the dice for chance encounters.
Our fates are intertwined, snared together, entangled.
Recurrences ring the déjà vu party line.
For actions and reactions, spooky at a distance.
Categories:
recurrences, relationship,
Form: Free verse
When our stories bled together
Eternity nodded gleefully
unfolding our broken grounds,
howling voids and lost alliterations…
My perfect imperfections
slipped down at my feet,
this intoxicated Existence
mended my subdued Heart
in spasmodic recurrences…
I have been seeking for You
Inside millennial dips of wisdom!...
I am distressed by my absent impressions
expressed by restored discourses
along my winterish hallucinatory midnights
When our stories bled together
I woke up from this Ancient grey longing
and edgeless Time frames,
spring-flowers blasted in echoed reverberations…
Yet!... the World demanded an answer!
A cross-examined petition of my agonized paroxysms,
no appeals… neither claims over its utilitarian ultimatums!
A plea… with no supplications and beseeched adjurations…
Together!...
We bled our histories
with hypnotic accents and saffron reminders
about the World’s triviality and consistent frivolity!
(Anca Mihaela Bruma, 28th January 2016)
Copyright (c) 2016 by Anca Mihaela Bruma, All Rights Reserved, except the right to forward and to share with friends - with credit - which is held to be a good idea and is thus encouraged.
Categories:
recurrences, emotions, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
These headlines are a bee’s sting
Most situations vinegar atop a slice
Recurrences you would think good norm
A father gone rogue taken his kid for wife
Mentors hyenas over the innocent
A sane violating a unstable
Trainee kids in the “begging profession”
Corruption the bountiful profession untaught in any school curriculum
Addictions’ monopoly a snake’s venom in the society’s veins
Just yesterday love was beautiful today it pulled the trigger
We were a family now drifting apart by our fight for wealth
The applause of human wars sinks humanity in some
Our ‘leaders’ for themselves we the common their cash trees
The list of stony consciences too long, too bizarre…heartbreaking
“God are you there?’
This world’s struggles do you feel?
Our painful questions aloud within do you hear?
The ugly choking our lives’ loveliness do you see?”
“God are you there?
Won’t you breathe back sanity to our thoughts, choices, actions?"
15/10/2015
Contest: Are you the God?(Silent One)
©GraceM Composition
Categories:
recurrences, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
Brows from the west wind, clinch and glint abreast.
Bracelet she wears,rocks rhythm to country's souls.
Her coloured oval Lips subtle the thought
That she braises when it comes to domestics.
Her subdue touch and crutch are her good sorts.
Echoes of the heart, the chance that chest should date
With no vowel vague; and apprehensive to many.
Lo and behold certified and satisfactory core.
When we she built up beauty with peace
Our hearts long for day by day to feel and see?
Despite giant writes and intact punchy speeches,
Yet her dumb and deaf jokers move no inch.
When will her peaceful procreations procreate peace?
When will are heterogeneous veins vaunt brotherhood?
When will her crowns suffice apartheid recurrences?
Or peace will dwell after the extinct of all her utterances?
~A.O~
Entered into: Gail Angel
Doyle's "Echoes of The Heart" Contest.
Categories:
recurrences, adventure, allegory, day, friendship,
Form: Quatorzain
They come equal to clay statues painted with dwarf eyes
Greedily eating the treats I put out for them
They come over and visit cautiously
Poking and picking and making a mess
But I don’t mind
I’ve missed their entertaining visits
They have flown far and wide
Deliberate in the pattern of what is now a place of home
Dressed in navy feathers and tout heads
Blue jays screeching about
The ever so tiny chickadees
With such perfect black caps about their heads
Yesterdays vivid calling of the Baltimore oriole
Showing off his bright orange hues
The life long, wondrous, sky scraping chatters
All my little song birds are but are reminder of new beginnings
And at times, harsh endings
Categories:
recurrences, animals, nature, places, seasons
Form: Free verse