Surrogates Poems | Examples

Xenophobic

The nature has been unruly
Where we laid our chimneys
Pandemonium whirling in the air
The accents terrible was heard
The hatched to the woeful time
Manifest the obscure birds
The clamouring livelong through nature 
The earth is peculiar on the diasporic living
All suffering of peculiar dizziness
The assailants dumb founded in their horror act
All is known through the combustion proclamation
The sweetest buds are comsumed by cankerworms
The surrogates abort their oats 
Methinks, this is a change of eclipse
A major alteration that bizarre
A kind of colic pinched that toppled lives 
Who will save the world from this horrors
Of black and white mind and flesh
Who will ease the diasporas?
Or the Matthew 24 has arrived to pass

The Convolution

On the eve of 25 December
We expected joy, gifts,
But rivulets of blood and tears;
Gushed over the land.
When Vodka surrogates the lamb;
All in the game are futile
The day is rendered no specialty
Given that the real day is latent
It’s vile to rule the sanctified day;
As archaic or discriminatory:
For the wicked ideology to maneuver
Derailing even the chosen
Carried away by the folklore
Working against Holy Spirit – on the day.
The carnal mind
Powered by the serpent
Implements a Law free strategy;
Where people of their own interests
Succumb to the second and final death!

Influential Traits

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Influential Traits

Unquenchable chameleons,
a nebulous point occasions,
mull misfits lacking Ephesians,
when solutions are evasions.

A nebulous point occasions,
manifested minds origins,
when solutions are evasions,
thus surrogates their storage bins.

Manifested mind's origins,
insatiable necessitates,
thus surrogate their storage bins,
solace Order of Primates.

Insatiable necessitates,
ambiguities say so long,
solace Order of Primates,
pledges anew wondrous birdsong.

Insatiable necessitates,
mull misfits lacking Ephesians,
solace Order of Primates,
unquenchable chameleons.

2022 May 20

Untitled

As morning falls

The shower calls

And the mirror like a surrogates arms

I reflect on captivity.

Slave To Time

A second is defiant 
a minute is aggressive towards my dreams
flourishes a formidable mental anarchy
I creep confidently by the tail of a second
To the dejection of sympathizers
The patience of my sympathizers tires me
Waiting for the minute of abortive strife
Anticipated steps abrogated
Triumphant move trails the second
When fear surrogates confidence
Hope carries away the receiving end
Pain being exacerbated by giving
To bond the two sides
For passionate diffusion
Carrying hope together
Sending waves beyond normal.

The prologue was so pulsating
With punitive ideas meant to probate
pummeling the frail wasn't prolific
the effort of maternal Ponto punch,
but made it abreast with the potent

pseudo abrogate of stitch made it puck
the accord was to prelude penal
disloyalty chastens from pudenda
we swore the cause by purity
now we stand exhibiting 
enjoying our terrifying purl

The Abyss

This is the abyss where man falls into,
where he bluntly refuses to listen
to any advice,  or truth hitherto.

It’s where his mind-set is caustic, brazen
to the point of seeing everything  fake,
where he bluntly refuses to listen.

Where Covid-19 spreads, it’s a mistake;
the number of deaths absolutely false:
to the point  of seeing everything fake.

Even though his surrogates show repulse,
his callousness bares this affront be true:
the number of deaths absolutely false.

His conniving  actions bare truth in cue,
without a doubt, vote against him is fraud;
his callousness bares this affront be true.

Tomorrow’s tantrums will be heard aloud.
This is the abyss where man falls into,
without a doubt, vote against him is fraud;
to any advice, or truth hitherto.

Irony Meters Blowing Gaskets

the Irony meter gasket
is blown again and again
with every statement
of our chaos president

and his endless surrogates
promoting the latest Presidential
on spot guidance by our great leader

that must be true
because our dear leader
says it is so

The President accuses his democratic rival
of being senile and needs to be in home
and will be run by his radical left allies

and the right wing media
echoes the presidential absurd comments
refusing to acknowledge

that the president himself
is rapidly fading into dementia
and his radical right cronies
are looting the government

driving out expertise
even in the midst of pandemic

Oh  yeah the irony meters
are blowing gaskets
every single day

Polarizing the Populous

Polarizing the Populous

Heaven’s tide is far and wide as they manage in their malevolent mockery
Their hands are tied and losing pride, dining without candelabra crockery
In a calamitous chasm their dreams in spasm as they awaken the nightmare
Scrapes of sarcasm thrown by the pious phantasm as they look to compare

In a silken state the high adjourn and arbitrate for they conquer and divide
In their cure to annihilate they castrate the mirroring images that they hide
They adorn as they scorn the lonely for their wrathful worship falls to ground
In their obsessive opulence with protruding corpulence sins that compound

In a vicarious void, the mighty have employed sewn surrogates as their slaves
Their will destroyed and must avoid the gravitational grieving to their graves
In their impulsive impetus using stimulus, they must be freed from their chains
Upon leaving inept infelicitous ideas by timorous travel thus exult in their pains.





Aug.15.2018
Eight word challenge-8
Sponsored by: John Hamilton


Placed 3'rd

The Birth and Rebirth In a New Dawn

Steam driven ashes and lava from volcanoes
Obscure tomorrows
Exploding from bean pods and tomatoes
Beseeching and seeking halos

Our lives require
To earn a rebirth
Inspire and inquire
Whether a new berth

Becomes of the essence
In the path the future offers
Despite the intensive care unit defence
Happiness in bloom proffers

To decrease the harm
Self destruction and self deceit 
Can inflict when calm
Vanishes into the precinct whose welcome receipt

Determines if our happiness hangs on the thread
Lost in the complexity and cohesion in the spiderweb
Enmeshed in the labyrinth whose bedstead
Holds the secret to our arrival and survival on the World Wide Web

Where happiness navigates
Searching for you and I
Not as surrogates at Sorrows’ Gates
But as equal partners in debunking a fatal lie.

Tanglewood As Therapy

TANGLEWOOD AS THERAPY

Tanglewood untangled me, took my breath away
each moment of Sibelius, Mahler, Rachmaninoff 
sweet violins, trumpets, kettle drums, cellos, fire
mixed with wind, echoing within the shed, over
the lawn, concert goers sprawled on blankets,
seated on beach chairs attentive to every sound

those strains, my favorite classics, filled my blood
stream, inched me toward lovers, tugged me,
two spouses proposed, suitors hugged my body,
kissed me with gusto, whispered into my ears,
became surrogates for melting chocolate cream,

weakened my knees, laid bare my breasts, filled
my groin, all from the moment my father took
our family to the shed where I first heard Mahler’s
First “The Titan”, not on a scratchy 78 platter, not
from our wood cabinet radio in our Brooklyn house

the melodies of democracy, free radio, modern
media, fade, assaulted by the Kremlin loving
leader. Russian composers crowd the classical
repertoire, do not taint my delight, my passion,
for the memories of past affairs are Picasso art
filtered through Stravinsky, Prokofiev, and one

  therapist treating me for TRUMPRESSION

Free Indeed

Never seen a day light for quondam
impediment in abdicate quitdaim
auctioning what thinks best incessantly
believing it’s a good stomping realm
eatoboree and drinkoboree in deterioration with chum

struggling in all his days with felicity
is there another life better than? This in quandary
on that stunch day exert
in getting what to eatoboree and drinkoboree as customary
a step beyond his terrene, mistakenly


Alas! Sees the day light
back to his terrene and step out in plaudit
seeing same thing, no surrogates
moving around, the different is bright
on himself, passes arraignment

A step out of my zone is what I need these days
exhausting all these pasts in lapses
believing he has best domain ever in history
not knowing, it is the best in disguise
was that life or is this life? He grills

such is life, I parry
someone’s house is another person’s poultry
how much will it cost? He grum
the ransom has been likely
not there; here is the liberty

liberate the paid ransom
here I will stay till eternity
exultant in seeing the light
enjoying without no constrains
summoning his crony

freedom is premium!

Serendipity

There was no space between 
the bonsai.
                  
You were growing in a flat 
tray, spreading horizontally.     

The plain glitter of absence 
brings the unorder. You-

want to start a riot among
the fallen leaves of an autumn.

A civil war between words.
They were fighting without guns.

There are no comments, no
judgement. Only blood in the kitchen.

The surrogates were presented.
Are you ready to call the shots ?


Satish Verma

Rick's Big Surprise

Rick’s Big Surprise

Newt hid out in the buckeye state
Nothing tonight added to his slate.
Paul’s grass roots youthful surrogates
Continue quest for delegates
Loss of Liberty is his fear
He slams the fed and wild crowds cheer.

Not much noise from the Romney camp
For on this night they had no amps.
No matter how they spin their grief
Morning found them in disbelief
Nevada did not provide a bump
Nor did the voice of Donald Trump.

Rick pulled off a three state surprise
Populism is on the rise
His crowd has enthusiasm
Frontrunner had painful spasm
Here’s the lesson of the night Mitt
Can’t buy love you have to earn it.


Written after Rick Santorum’s primary and caucus wins in the states of Missouri, Minnesota, and Colorado. 
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The Things

Art must mount a full-scale attack on language itself,
by means of language and its surrogates, on behalf of the standard of silence.
Susan Sontag.




I talk too much.

The Things are:
a flower
a grain of sand
a spark.

And all together.

Confessions of An Insomniac

In the wee small hours of the morning
When sleep will not oblige itself to come
One thought leads to another and yet another
And my brain will not surrender deliberation
Until morning

Emotions so fickle when the shadows of night 
Permeate my bedroom
Thoughts during the day that gave comfort 
Left for morose surrogates
Am I awake for a reason

Do I busy myself so during the day
That your only alternative is to bide your time
Until the house is quiet and I cannot escape
You have my full attention
Let the games begin

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