Short Cacophonic Poems
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nature's winged gadget
cacophonic arguments
reconcile the day
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August 16, 2021
TONE DEAF
Blind men searching for a silent sound
amid the cacophonic ruins
of solitude’s deafness.
John G. Lawless
8/7/2014
For PD’s contest
Any poem under 5 lines #1
abstracted bass, cacophonic drums echoing.
fretting guitars, humming in jubilation.
knackish lyrics, melancholy narrated opus.
phrased quartets, rare sonorous texture.
upbeat virtuoso, windy xaphoons yodel Zep.
cloud strewn sky thunders
cool breezes bring petrichor
cacophonic snarls
savoury smells slumber sweet
liquid gold raises spirits
~04 Aug 2016~
Masti - Hindi word for fun
Plethora of religions, so much hype
Our mind drowns in the cacophonic din
Heed these words dear heart, if your soul is ripe
Indulging in ego cravings is sin
God dwells in our heart, so go in therein
Remain poised in awareness self-aware
Keep it simple and see God everywhere
Though we sit alone, we are in a crowd,
hounded by thought forms we cannot repulse
and the cacophonic din is so loud,
we fail to be enthralled by bliss beat’s pulse,
until we enter silence on impulse.
If the light of Self is what we would see,
ego must be exhumed, that soul be free.
As the pastor delivers his speech
and religious fervour peaks,
our heart goes out to those marginalised,
for pale now are their fear fraught cheeks.
In the name of God, gathering a crowd,
witch-hunting the downtrodden and meek,
crass and callous is the cacophonic din,
shrouding love and light, each of us seek.
Multiple sources
combine forces to create
a mighty current.
Quiet babbling brooks become
a cacophonic thunder.
Arcing in sunlight,
a stone lands with a kerplunk,
sends water skyward.
Swept downstream, it vanishes,
no evidence of impact.
Countless words flood forth:
mirth, anguish, anger, joy, awe.
Cast into the soup,
briefly visible to all,
swept downstream into the void.
A kaleidescope of cacophonic carols
Attacks my cochlea
From hammer to anvil to stirrup
To the mesa we ride with timbrels and lyres.
\Gaily tripping lightly stepping
Through oceans of dandelions
Trailing the greening dew heel after heel.
The brae alive with pirouetting pansies and horns a-blare.
\Pixilation personified
The basso buffoon and bassoon collide
Would the afternoon fawn still respect the Buck-in-the-morning?
Mute forests, harmony with nature some prefer
Intimate times in her lakes and fields
Cities, huge, cramped, cacophonic clamor
Hit the forest every weekend
Is still pure, when you go "way up there"
Great untouched woods of the north
Another cannot compare with the Great Lakes Splendor
None need try, none need dare as I will ferociously defend her.
Embrace her in her beauty, if perhaps someday you go,
Enojoy autumn leaves, fishing her the lakes or playing in the snow
country tunes began as
cowboy western music . . .
cacophonic at times
cadence melancholy . . .
crossed over into pop_
captivating lyrics
conversion and rebirth_
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October 13, 2020
Poetry/Verse/Pleiades/Country - Pleiades\
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1294-876-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Pleiades 2
sponsor, Joseph May
First Place
A cacophonic silence,
A mere blanch of a catastrophic faliure,
A maroon in a sickening mirage,
'tis a shade one more,
As a ray one less,
Fairing smiles adiue,
Requiem of a chastised face,
Lay a bed,
O'er wond'rous, to waste.
Where'n freshen lie fast in his daze,
Merry may go his hour,
Time shroud.
However vivid,
a weary slumber ,
Is but man's sorry tire,
Weeping sore,
Once dreaded in languishment,
Once cowered behind the stars.
Not an eye unopened,
Nor a God that sleeps.