Short Incongruent Poems
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Is the data congruent?
Is the hypothesis centrivical?
A mix of incongruent inconsistencies
Go back to the lab
Put in on a slab
Revamp the mix
over joyed by the
imminent alignments
of wondrous insights
completion of this enormous
cycle of transmuted energy
she is a conduit of love
incongruent feelings
harnessed affections
burning in orange flames
pre ordained divine consorts
dysfunctional blood lines
purging pure vesels
she is a conduit of love
sep 14 2016
7.37 pm
Form:
Air aided in gravel’s travel
Its ricocheting rhythm
Rhythming like the crunch
Of an ocean
The steps of someone
The left and right side
Sway as incongruent tides
Whatever winds wind up
Within an earshot, it becomes
Tapped in our orbit
Wonders of the world all around
Wondering what it will be like
To be a cherished kind of sound
I stand at temptations door...
As anger spurs a grievance withheld.
Surreptitiously you praise the incongruent
While flinging to the wayside the valuable.
Eyes closed to the importance of veracity,
You belabor simplicity with objectivity denounced
As you are drawn only to the iconoclastic.
I long to visualize cronyism obliterated.
The Contest sponsor Jerry T. Curtis
My feelings about those N/A's
Resourceful
Libidinous slacker resilient convict
Sister of Chad Destiny Trevor Linus and Ray
Lover of freedom fiction and vodka
Who feels insignificant hopeful and incongruent
Who fears rejection withdrawal attachment
Who would like to see acceptance publication serenity
Resident of nowhere
Scribbler
Written 01-28-19
Writing Challenge 2, Bio Form, January 2019 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
When people in positions of power cannot be trusted,
It tells the tale of a corporation in trouble,
because thoughts are not consistent,
most have been incongruent,
setting rules and guidelines and then
renegotiating whenever their whimsical
thinking feels it is fine,
Most of the time the trustees of power
are towing the line,
with their diabolical games of cloak and dagger,
"cutting against each other".
fleck of dust noticed
flicked off our shirt
reflex response
jarring earth life notes
incongruent with harmony
triggers involuntary aversion
within awakened cognition
we seek sacred geometry
as innate pull of our soul
thoughts and sense impulses
wax and wane like yonder moon
beseeching us to seek order in chaos
to this end we shift into silence
contoured by consciousness
until identity drops away
“He's out of his league” the saying goes
Deliver the words to a poignant rapture
Along the way and through the never
Success brings a certain stumbling
Darker each day, the writing withers
Even the best delay induction
Fortune belies the power to run
A mind to the source instruction
Since a spendthrift soon wilts
Better to crack wide-open throttle
Rather than bottle what cannot be stopped
Stamped incongruent but not incomplete
Meeting begins, each puts best foot forward,
in as outer appearances do go,
behind banter lurk motives untoward,
sweet words incongruent with intent low,
just waiting to land a deadly death blow.
Weary of blood and gore, been here before,
we sift subterfuge and get to the core,
our call being, it’s not winner take all,
both sides must rejoice, seeking an encore,
in righteousness thus, players standing tall.
11-April-2022
“Say a prayer for the pretender.”
Often, I feel incongruent
Pieces of me just don’t seem to match
Others can find me difficult to put together
My smile can cover an internal sneer
I must admit that I often try to hide my anger
I don’t want you to see the hurt inside
Anxiety is the uncomfortable veil that I wear
I feel exposed although I’m fully clothed
A disquieting truth lies behind these closed doors
My denial is secured by denial
I pretend I’m not a pretender.