Short Formality Poems
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In that
place
which is North of normality
where
insanity's just a formality
I'm sat
listening to
Dmitri Shostakovich.
Juvenility meets senility
Childlike to childish formality
Nursing home abnormality
Inmates extend hospitality
I run as if they have a malady
Ballroom dancing
Big bands, Hollywood glam
Chiffon decorated dance floor
Men were gentlemen, women were ladies
Decent formality
And etiquette
Stardust
Brutality is Reality
Making your life a Fatality
Morality determines Mentality
Unrelenting Insanity
Vitality is a drive from Urbanity
Inanity perpetuates Profanity
Mundanity a fake posh Formality
Humanity is Volcanity
Teetering…
on that prolific edge of mediocrity
Groping…
like some street-ravaged whore in the darkness
Clinging…
to that abstract formality of “us”
Drowning…
as you lie, complacent, in your nothingness
AVA!
He calls out.
AVA!
He mightily calls out.
A ceremony for guests,
A ceremony for society.
The groomed formality,
The unity,
The shared mount.
AVA!
He calls out.
AVA!
We welcome.
AVA= kava drink / welcome ceremony
Aeilnnorvy.S
He races around her curves
with pleasures of the open road.
She’s sensuous and slowly leans
her form - together’s primal code.
Formal wedding speeds toward
honeymoon — its birthday suit abode.
Modern Sijo by Kim Rodrigues (c) 2018
With seasons in
Mind, changes
are always in
effect.
But not until
I unglue
your music,
you silly angel.
Kisses are sweet
and so sugary
but your nakedness
is no longer desired.
Until I compete
against a ridiculous
Formality for which
I might as well
Subscribe
A tie may symbolize
A man's privilege
Solemness
Formality
Keep your body and head straight
Or the tie will bend
And look akwardly ugly
Keep your body and head straight
And let the tie unrolled straight and flat
Symbolizing a sense of self-confidence
And an outstanding authority
There are several terminologies used to describe
relaxing,
Resting, Meditating or observing,
"Kicking It" is an indirect way of enjoying
the world,
Without formality,
just allowing "it" to unfurl,
Going with the flow until life
reveals itself,
remaining vigilant until God sends help.
While my eyes were watching God,
All hell was breaking loose,
Refusing to be contained,
Overpowering emotion
Until nothing remained,
Not even the notion.
While my eyes were watching God,
I was blindsided by reality,
Subjected to the formality
Of the faithless,
Leaning on my faith less and less.
Form:
Had I a duplicate of mine
I would surely go to town;
Confusing all authority,
I would boldly roam around.
Were there a duplicate of mine
I would surely see the A’s;
Seeing all there is to see,
I would satisfy my craze.
If only there was a duplicate
I would surely go today;
Over looking all formality,
I would enjoy the blessed day.
CLARITY of a moment
so ever short
is what chanced
to visit this day
it did not knock
or ring its presence
should I complain,
it has its own ways
Upon a trembling surface,
clearly my eyes
all formality and pomposity
it stripped away
laying bare the simplicity
of all humanity
love, beauty, vulnerability
-- I could not bear
- // -
Only after
We rehearse insanity
The brutality that man found profanity
A man volcanity
Fatality in urbanity
Medication mentality
Humanity has inanity wrapped around trees
Posts of light
Cipher reality
Reveal morality
Funky vitality is rather groovy
I cannot feel my mundanity
You can touch it.
We here can hear we
Only after
We rehearse formality.
1-21-2017
Emerging early morn light, sated with vitality
Encumbered after a hard day's battling mundanity,
mentality over humanity morality
They look for signs and trusts yet straddle shade reality
unfailing urbanity, humour, and formality
Inanity pranks, part volcanity profanity
unmistakable, undeniable, brutality
insanity resulting sometimes in fatality
1/22/2016
Seeking immortality
A mummy on this plot
Death but a formality
My body withers not
Nestled in a hidden tomb
The last Egyptian king
Lying in a golden room
Beneath the falcon's wing
My fate is unmistakened
This curse on my demise
On judgement day awakened
Once more my soul to rise
A prophecy of the blind
Who foretold what's in store
Reigning terror on mankind
And death forever more
With Love Comes Change
Ingrained within humanity
Lies blatant, crass profanity.
A product of mundanity;
(That's smoldering volcanity,
With all of its inanity),
Is lacking in urbanity
And borders on insanity!
What seems a mere formality,
Could lessen such brutality,
(Or hinder some fatality);
By changing ones mentality
Towards a new morality:
Of love inclined reality.
1.26.2017©deborah burch
People with indiscriminate hugs
they’re full of false pleasantries;
Never a thought when out of sight
it’s nothing but a formality;
They’re full of false pleasantries,
I’m too tired to fight go on lie;
It’s nothing but a formality,
that gesture is empty with no words;
I’m too tired to fight go on lie;
Never a thought when out of sight;
That gesture is empty with no words,
people with indiscriminate hugs.
Had I a duplicate of mine
I would surely go to town;
Confusing all authority,
I would boldly roam around.
Were there a duplicate of mine
I would surely see the A’s;
Seeing all there is to see,
I would satisfy my craze.
If only there was a duplicate
I would surely go today;
Over looking all formality,
I would enjoy the blessed day.
My very first poem written 39 years back:
Inspired by Yeats poem
Penetrates through walls of doubt,
Illimitable halt of financial drought,
Loaded up with joys continuous sway,
Liquefied gold drowns out clouds of gray.
Originality springs like wild flowers,
Formality is gone by its potent power.
Lay to rest all that’s dead and gone,
Igniting dreams while carrying them on,
Filling forever in all that I see,
Executing wicked forces that would try to stop me.
By:
Contest: Pill of Life
2/12/13
Passion for what still exists
Phonon of ones fists
Durance of eclectic hours
Fire on the hell gone towers
Phenomenon is.
Formality for passion
Lacks it's existence
For it's agnostic purpose
Keeps as moving in a sense-
keeps as running fast.
For contest.
In form of Tanka. Written about
New Age Aquarius.
Written by Lana Judnic.
Poetry is the immateriality of the text,
poem is the concrete text, materiality
of poetry ...
Poetry is deep,
poem is form ...
Poetry is depth,
poem is clothing
and formality ...
We only have poetry if we materialize
the verbality of words, phrases and verses
unlike worldly conversations of
everyday... !
For those unfulfilled...
Faint light's illumination.
On my mind, a rumination.
I want you still.
Don't you feel
the same?
I've seen a perfect world
between this boy and girl
where there aren't tears
and hearts don't fear
the pain.
Yet in reality,
set in formality
the lines are read
"I'm fine," you said,
by phone.
just know one little thing:
a lonely soul may sometimes bring
heartache enough for two,
yet awake I"ll call to you,
alone.
Form:
God is the Lord of all humanity,
And the reason for our vitality;
When we ignore Him, there's insanity,
Volcanity, lack of morality,
Senseless brutality, profanity,
That leads mankind towards fatality;
Today, we're lacking in urbanity,
Because of no open mentality.
To trust in riches is inanity.
Believing Christ needs no formality,
He's the Way to heav'n, not mundanity,
Accept it or not, that's reality.
01-24-17
Do you feel pride when you learn about ability?
It’s difficult to learn how to define normality.
But you know better than me what reality is?
My attention is only to encounter criminality.
When I saw crime and stays calm, conscious feels guilty,
Do we need to learn about what’s Law’s technicality?
We don’t condemn someone peace is living speciality,
Is it professionalism to work only for a formality?
How may I pay bills it’s my need of utility?