Uncomprehending Poems | Examples

What Makes Me Smile

An “ex” phones up to tell me that she’s broke:
Republicans get beaten in a vote:
unwary tourists, chowing down on goat:
some moron doesn’t understand my joke:
uncomprehending, tells me that I’m “woke”:
destroying doubters with a Dumas quote.
The Sinking of the Maine – that hapless boat
was downed by Randolph Hearst’s own payroll folk,
and not the Cubans. Furnishing the fact
to someone who’s been clueless all this while
is gratifying. Quarter-backs get sacked,
but idiots are taken down with guile.
Exposing crass stupidity with tact,
and subtle humour. These things make me smile.

Desert Noon

Burger and fries
At a roadside stand
Constant buzzing of the flies
Under an angry yellow sun

The mustard dripped down from the hamburger
Onto her brand new dress

She stared down at it

When she looked up,
There was a tear in her eye
The single glistening salt tear
Of her frustration, her anger

Harold, she said
He didn't hear her, continued to eat
Harold, she said again louder,
Choking back a plaintive sob,
I didn't think it would be like this
He looked up, uncomprehending
Like what, he mumbled
Like this, she cried, our honeymoon,
At a goddamned hamburger stand
He blinked and swallowed
I want a divorce, she screamed
This is a nightmare

His mind plodded through grease
He found an answer
But we haven't had sex yet, he said
Oh, she said quietly
She thought about that for a second
And then started eating her burger again

Lisa Edwards

I am appalled..Sickened.' uncomprehending..!
Why a medical facility 'namley fort sanders'
Small s...' Intentional..) discharged this suffeing
Woman..? How could they.? Are they a care facilty?
Or a scare facility.'? Can any out there advise me?
On the oppresive actions, started by the obviously
Heartless, mean spirited caller. Who requested that
Police attend.' And they did.' four callous minded cops
That mocked, and accused an innocent person with
Sarcasam...In the depths of her despair she pleaded
She called out..Sir..! I am incensed..I am in despair.!
To witness the mental torture..The physical inhibiting
Actions of the four thugs.' Will anybody own friendship
With these pieces of excrenent.!? Slime is above them
Thats how low they live.' I don't want to know their
Names even..' its so toxic their action.' Beyond sick.'
And the pathology.. dept..Are protecting these scum.'
In Knoxville, a place I would think on twice before going.'
With people in charge like this, and others above them'
Yet well below..? Below the lowest level of contempt.'

Thoughts of Love, Like Flames

Thoughts of Love, Like Flames

Dream away, dream away...
Come with me to unbounded seas
Of peace and hope.
Stray afar. but seek one another's embrace.

I shall not despair of time, my Lady, my Love.
I fear not while the memory of you tempers me.
I name you Consolation;
You cool my restless thoughts, soothing me
With a knowing glance.

Believe it when I say you are beautiful.
Loving eyes fail not in their judgements,
Despite what others, uncomprehending, may say.
To rest in your arms is all I desire,
To win a smile from your heart, 
Gives me joy, fiery and complete.

A Blank Face

A blank screen faces a writer
   Intimidating  
   All that open space
What are the writer's odds?

A blank face stares dully at the psychiatrist
   Unwavering, unblinking
   Unengaged, uncomprehending
Where does the psychiatrist even begin?

A child looks vacantly at an empty plate
   Listless, disinterested
   No expectation of food on it
   Not today, not tomorrow

The Broken Doll

They gave me a small watch on Xmas Day
But with a watch a little child can’t play
I envied both my sisters with  new dolls
As on the old settee the dolls were lulled

I stood  there uncomprehending and alone
Had I reached unknowing a milestone?
Then my sister lent  me one of hers
I broke that little  head  upon my chair

I was holding her with tenderness
Scarcely breathing in my velvet dress
So   I sat down to   rock  my babe  awhile
The horror of   her  cracking head was vile

Now I play with  numbers and with  words
Xmas is a problem to be shared

Might Makes Right

The arrogance of justice
In foreign eyes is seen
When dealt by hands so callous
And minds uncomprehending;
That justice served not justice won
Is not justice at all,
But fear which drives the mighty
To dominate the small.

Greys, Part I

Greys, Part I

These things I ask, uncomprehending:

How is it we all come to be together,
In this particular place and time?

Also: How is it this world, its teeming billions,
Holding together with threads of love, hope and fear,
Goes on existing, a multitude of intimate strangers,
Few reaching for any deeper understanding
Beyond the casual nod, the indifferent glance?

To these there seems to be no answer,
For when I seek one through the doors of my mind,
I see only fields of unrelenting grey.

     Grey, the rainsky color.
     Nor black nor white
     A muddled marriage of dark and light,
     The blurring color:
     The chosen shade of doubt.

     Many things are grey
     As grey is many things
     Grey the time between sleeping and waking,
     Grey the slow day hours of lonely lives
     Morality a grey word
     For grey is forever uncertain
     Down all the long channels of cherished belief
     Run currents of grey, 
     The color of doubt.

Lewis Dawning

The wind is moaning,
mist forlorn and low.
The hills are softly sketched
in shades of monochrome.
The village blinks awake
from Sabbath slumber.
A bleating lamb is huddled
at the field's edge, uncomprehending,
it wonders at its birthright.
No silver light is falling from the sky
to ease this cloak of grey,
and yet, on such a bleak, dreich
Hebridean dawn,
A sound to cheer,
delight, surprise,
Just as the rain is falling, falling,
I hear a cuckoo - calling, calling.

Hate Is Not a Crime

Hate Is Not A Crime

I have hated
still bear the scars
that caused the hate
and the scars of hating
those who caused the hate.

I know the darkness
of my hate, its futile
longing to be freed
from it’s sordid legacy.

I fear the demons
it holds at bay
in a molten ball
of raging regret.

I have honed the edges
of my hate, cast the sword
heavenward into
an empty sky

Yet the forge still
smolders, new blades glow
reddened-hot
in the flush of feeling’s
lingering lunacy.

My hate gave power
to too small hands,
purpose to an
uncomprehending mind,
fever to a dying spirit. 

The healing power of hate -
the purified
cauterization of
un-healing wounds.

For hate was all I had
and hate is not a crime.



5/19/2017

submitted to – Catharsis – Poetry Contest

Akito's World Comes To An End

Akito’s World Comes To An End

By Elton Camp

Akito and I were born days and a world apart
He never saw the emperor, nor I Roosevelt

Lives in peril, but we knew not why
Parents in hushed tones conversing

Events as much beyond their control as ours
A swirling vortex of a war about to conclude

Hitler was dead, but really who was he?
The master race down, slanted eyes to go

Death and destruction on a worldwide scale
An island nation struggling in its final throes 

From the sky fell a bomb and then another
Sound, light, heat, wind, pain, peeling skin

I have no memory of it, nor does Akito
Each of us involved with childish play

Akito died on that day a lifetime ago
Entirely as uncomprehending as was I

I lived on and now have grown old
That’s how it is with children of war

I'M Second

I will live for you
My life is complete now

Such a love so uncomprehending 
Enriching my mind and body 
Choices i now make for you 
Original most gracious mighty savior
Now mold me to be like you
Do it now my Lord

The Tragedy of Dementia

The Tragedy of Dementia

By Elton Camp

What was Lora has faded away
Slowly, inexorably, irreversibly 

Competence, intelligence, caring
Lost in a morass of tangled neurons

Unperceived by her in the early stages
Though all-too-evident to her family

“They say I can’t drive anymore
I can, but they just won’t let me”

Parents she wants to pay a visit
Though dead for decades now

Frustrating confusion interspersed
With a day or so of relative clarity 

More and more, growing uncertainty
“Now just who did you say you are?”

Adults claiming to be her children
It can’t be true, but they still insist

She stares at one, uncomprehending
“I have a daughter with that name”

To her husband of sixty years duration
“I don’t know you, we aren’t married”

Finally the end, unmercifully slow
Death enveloped Lora like a fog

Akito's World Comes To An End

Akito’s World Comes To An End

By Elton Camp

Akito and I were born days and a world apart
He never saw the emperor, not I Roosevelt

Lives in peril, but we knew not why
Parents in hushed tones conversing

Events as much beyond their control as ours
A swirling vortex of a war about to conclude

Hitler was dead, but really who was he?
The master race down, slanted eyes to go

Death and destruction on a worldwide scale
An island nation struggling in its final throes 

From the sky fell a bomb and then another
Sound, light, heat, wind, pain, peeling skin

I have no memory of it, nor does Akito
Each of us involved with childish play

Akito died on that day a lifetime ago
Entirely as uncomprehending as was I

I lived on and now have grown old
That’s how it is with children of war

Something In a Void

For we perceive beyond the rainbow,
Beyond the shadow of gravity holding ISS.
Caught not in a void
But like bees wading in their own honey,
Pollinating space with thoughts …

Our tent did blow from on high
Exposing this nakedness.
They, uncomprehending,
A soul did incarcerate; 
Feeding barest morsels shared with rats;
Though famished eyed her fleeting skirt.
So did she infiltrate his racked dreams?
Spittle healing cuts; kisses soothing bruises,
Milk nourishing hunger … 
Tears washing away grimy sorrow.

Such comfort in the bounds of direst misery …

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