Short Subverted Poems

Uninvited guest;
progeniture subverted;
instinct or ill-will...?

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(c) John C Michaels, February 2017

I've posted two Haiku variants on the same theme: one is the traditional 5-7-5 form ("Cuckoo - A") and the other is me branching out to try a more contemporary style ("Cuckoo - B").  I hope you like them both....

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SUBVENTIONS
venerable
  intimate
&simple
conventions

a deliberate
atmosphere
of patterns
repeated
&juxtaposed
subverted
&suppressed
in
ornate
  dedication

opulent
gestures
in
grand
  spectacle
that
  flourish
&gravatate

identity
  to glisten
&connect
with innovation
in
restrained
nuance
tinged
with
enthusiasm

perspective
appears
  disappears
in
turnulence...

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It seems to me
That all these years have fled
To a space we know little yet everything about

The details subverted
To a greater understanding of how
We somehow have arrived at some conclusion

To know
Instead of question the idea
Of exactly why we are here to begin with is crazy

The greatest assumption
About our lives and the heaped upon experience of it
Is simply a gathering of wisdom...

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ILLUSIONS
perspectives
  energised
fragments
  absorbed
silotary
  intermission
of
pleasures
suggestively
  frozen
in
different
&deliberate
vertical
dramatic
  divisions
&demarcations
  implicit
&
unsettling
mysterious
  &unreal
distinctive
  articulate
 of
conscious
  reality

encounters
of
  emblematic
compositions
in
shadows
  subverted
with menace
in
vestiges
 of  tranquillity
...

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Listen to poem:

Spawning a precipice; you switched us off; no good reason
On second thought; no one should take credit or defame,
Unilateral is the only fair way to equally explain
Lackluster would be the sadness of this refrain;

Lamentable was what it left me with; or perhaps disdain,
Envisaging; happy with me; I was too eager to frame,
Sadly, it's overwhelmingly done, all the same
Subverted; a section of our time, was once called a season...

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Death,  You that made my brother put his hands
 on his bosom
What have we done to pay your ransom

You filled my soul with emptiness
And subverted my happiness

I never thought, and had no believe
That you'll fill my heart with such grief

Gerold, he that ruled spears
Is now struck down by fear

 Death,You that set my innocent family mourning 
  I will hate you every morning,
 
 While I still have breath
And you, I will never forget....

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