Short Cacophonous Poems
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No peace here for these slumbering souls.
Mourners songs - a cacophonous keen.
These rocks are weeping here on hallowed beds,
the habitants are restless this eve.
Visual 3
Tenielle
in the open air
cacophonous solitude ~
quiet containment
the pert butterflies
speckled and multicoloured ~
flittering about
2/16/2023
Spring Flower, Bird or Butterfly Haiku x 2
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Cacophonous crow
Raucously robbing robins
Pandemonium
Salivating snail
Predator of petunias
Duck delicacy
Sweet Spring surprises
Doe dining delicately
Nature nourishes
Hungry hawk hovers
Quiet quail quakes and quivers
Corn cover conceals
unable to identify
with cacophonous din
caused by stuporous minds
we take shelter in silence
aglow with light of God
perhaps it is escapism
as we search for rainbows
yet to manifest in the blue sky
which are already created
in the cave of our heart
Busy piazza,
Amidst angry sun
And cacophonous sounds such as,
"pipipi peepee" and "bonanza! bonanza!!",
Calling all to answer,
Nagging market women,
Causing palaver.
Pedestrians roaming.
Every man to his own
Yet who knows who?
CHARLESMELODY
(Lightning Ink).
A writer does not shape his time
Rather the times
Shape the writer
Who gives voice
To his time
In his own special way
In hopes that
His one small voice
May be heard
However faintly
Above the cacophonous din of the times
Or through the void and vacuum of time's indifference
There’s a grinding in everyone’s mouth.
Something cacophonous and discordant
That resonates perfection.
It sounds like continents in your throat
Villages of little fluorescent bulbs,
Branding stories on your tongue
And crunching into you
Until you become the philosopher of the world.
MIND FIELD
idle thoughts collide
in cacophonous chaos
a
broken
silence
John G, Lawless
©12/7/2017
clever clouds
chase
cunning clarinets
curious cats
collect
cacophonous cicadas
colorful candles
captivate
cavalier crowds
-----
cavalier crowds
captivate
colorful candles
cacophonous cicadas
collect
curious cats
cunning clarinets
chase
clever clouds
I am me
Who said this?
So is my body
An invaded custody
Occupied by her
Thoughts and memories
Two sided glossaries
Not a reflection is mine
That would determine
My own identity
Out of my sanctity
I may be a string
Of any cacophonous Sitar
Where she creates
On my wounds
Riot of sounds
Without bounds
An indoor life, on my way,
glimpsing nirvana slipping away, cacophonous mind.
Only you as therapy,
to sword off overthinking
and purge the insomnia.
These eyes long to gaze that rare soul, craving for my sight to mingle with yours, Amarinah.
From your kiss,
I contract lovesickness;
Is your desire to see me bleed born out of your love?
two-legged ants dart
around & through
a holographic city
overcome by
an illusion of order
overwhelmed by
a terrestrial constellation
under cacophonous con(de)struction
six-legged ants dutifully
transport breadcrumbs to tiny
chasms in the mottled dirt
where cool dark silence
briefly mollifies
a holographic planet
under careless (de)construction
The fluidity of strings, the rain harp ~
tears of joy and sadness spill, from incense
prayers of cacophonous clouds, clapping loud.
Sweet cherub fingers plink, spot on and sharp.
Wings whisk away the doldrums, banish doubts.
Tenderly, the raindrop symphony, lifts
the spirits of the drenched fallen earthlings.
The lilting psalm of living water spouts.
6/14/2018
Fate, love, and coffee
turned into substitutable
with reminiscences,
Striving to be free from
cacophonous relics gifted
by your poisonous love
will my violaceous lyrics
mend my wounds, I urge you
a hundredfold of which you
allow no response,
I hold a bleeding soul, but you spurn
degrading you detects me though,
however, we can still endure any spell.
So I used incorrect terminology.
Are you saying that is not proper vocabulary?
I was not accustomed to such occupational nomenclature.
I used the term “nail job” instead of “manicure”.
My question was followed by cacophonous laughter.
“Typical man” was the verbal response that came after.
Well, in all of my journeys and trails,
I usually don’t have work done on my nails.
Confused by the cacophonous voices in my head,
Reason has been replaced with paranoia.
Alarmed by my self-destructive tendencies I am restrained,
Zipped into a strait-jacket of my own making.
Yielding to the voices clamor, I surrender myself to insanity.
9/2/13
For Andrea's 5 Letter Word acrostic contest
(This is a work of fiction! I don't hear voices and I
am not self-destructive. Just so you know)
Drowned in thoughts cacophonous trill
Deaf to conscience, we’ve become ill
How then may dark voids within fill
If we know not how to be still
To make easy ascent uphill
Ego cravings we need to kill
But silence is an acquired skill
For which we must surrender will
Dew drops within heart overspill
If we choose to take a chill pill
Love draws us back for a refill
That our life mission we fulfil
The cacophonous din of troubled minds,
intrudes rudely into our sacred space
and momentarily tranquil eye blinds,
although we soon recover, by God’s grace,
choosing to release the toxic embrace.
Perhaps the immersion is but a test,
brought forth by the universe in light jest
but be that as it may, we soon restore
vibrance of presence, which is by God blessed,
for we ride the boat, He Himself does oar.
In the sunken hollow a gray mass
addles
A silhouette of swaying muskets
shadows
Braying horses the silent vigil
rattles
A curdling breeze across feted
expanse prattles
The stilled pageant concludes with
the order, "charge"
From sheltering tree line, a
disheveled mass doth barge
A shrieking, cacophonous chorus
christens the onslaught
Menacing octave wafts;
Union, tidal waves to
distraught
Clear undulating waves play tag
with an omnipresent seashore;
each recurring breaker burbles
sounds from an ancient beginning
ebbing back to its salty self
with rhythmic perpetuity.
Subtle unvoiced fricative sounds
echo from sandy, shallow shoals
awash with vacant tiny shells
that once dwelled in this saline soup.
Gray and white gulls hover above
receding breakers scavenging
them opportunistically
in a cacophonous frenzy.
I pray in a crescendo, a wound unwound,
softly moving ‘round in the sound
found vibrating inside of me;
a variation, a fusion,
a euphony to black
adversity as a requiem
unbound would be –
the stress of chains,
cacophonous then melodious,
black to black then onto a deceptive
cadence with an end-note tremulous,
a nocturne played under stars
with a tempo easily bent
toward the present perfect tense
in a chord seared by sweet lament –
IMPRESSION CARNIVAL
My sensual implosion
A rainbow mexicality
With blue New Orleans
and
Hats
Masks
People
Noise
All bursting on a sucked-up image
and
There is tin can music
blatting cacophonous
Between, strokes
but
There is fun Insanity!
Movement of go-to-hell frolic
This sits on leaden plain
I sigh
Dave Austin
one night stand of
smooth & absolute
dark
walnut
finish
(once soaked & lathered in
varnish, no doubt)
sits in the corner of the bedroom
reminding of the
madcap,
turbulently unbridled &
dare
one
might
say,
violent
pillow fight
had between two laughing teenagers
bursting with
energy,
in the attempt to drown out the
uncomfortably
cacophonous
sounds being produced by
two
consenting
adults
engaging in rough sex in the neighboring
apartment.
This humble musician so sad,
got upset of being always trodden
by the swaggy salvo of neglect.
He tried to impress people by his music,
but its timid tune reached nowhere,
dissipated unheard in the thin air.
He once listened to the call of his soul,
wanted to be heard loud and bold,
so got a trumpet from cacophonous market.
On a moonshine night when people slept,
he tried but couldn’t blow his trumpet,
for it turned into a feeble flute.
August 30, 2019
Pardon me friends, just having a little fun. Borrowing words and style from two fun guys. Mixing in a bit of political spoof. Have a great day!
A LITTLE BIT OF WOLF AND HAPPY JACK
I’m not a heavy thinker
nor a heavy drinker.
The feather it floats
unless it sinks.
I’m not the house speaker
nor a cacophonous leaker
and
Depends must be worn
for the politician’s thorns,
their sweet bippies
entangled with their lippies.
I’ll leave it at that!
8/5/2022