Vertiginous Poems | Examples

Stunning

red palms, white sun
leaves are religiously green

red is raw
the canvas soaked

is it fire, blood
or passion

the sun vertiginous
lava alive

romantic sun experience
soaking up cataclysmic rays

raise the temperature
hang onto the assorted bark

it’s tropically airy
sip its burst of twilight

trio of trees purple-cling
as if plum vines 
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                          e
                         l
                        d

them together, fearsomely
to
   let
       go

is to disappear
into the atmosphere

red palms, white sun
the artist  s  t  u  n  s

Love

‘One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.’
- Sophocles, Oedipus at Colonus
	
While we’re in the vertiginous first throws 	
of being in love, Cupid across bows
fired seemingly randomly, finding rows
of fertile soil for life’s troubles—pain mows.	

People eager to throw caution to t’ wind,
immersed in the unknown, they often sinned.
The hasty promises will be rescind;
impossible dreams reluctantly binned.

There’s no more excruciating pain, true,
than unrequited love—it leaves us blue.
Mesmerised by couples seemingly through
mutual understanding: trust accrue.

We’ve been loved; given freely of our love.
We are rich beyond measure and above.

Sliding Back

vertiginous in a virulent cityscape
gagging on gritty gray gloom
luckless in a loveless race  
   at the bottom of a solipsistic sinkhole

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exhausted by lucent losses
lying low & flying blindly behind 
sliding back into Whateverland
  where dust confronts the futile frontier

Pre Monition

sorry, the world lost the content.
that's what the sad face of these years says
following the vertiginous decline of sunflowers
and the lack of regularity in each smile.
only this routine exercise remained,
a veiled hope of change,
that ignores the inflexible advance
of this imperative setback.
do you hear the cyclic engine of reality?
he hammers a hard thump of sour truth.
you hear the insidious echo of an ancient voice
that alerted us to this delicate moment,
which signaled this disturbing decay?
something that now disappears
like a sun that drowns,
still boiling in an ocean that devours him.

Trust Is a Precious Gift

trust is a precious gift
once broken
we may never repair
shards that cut to the bone
a heart empties
love is sometimes 
at its best a vertiginous climb
of heavens and hells
so enduring yet fragile
a bouquet graced vase
becomes the mistake
lying on the floor
the detritus of a receding faith

why is it sometimes
i can feel his footsteps
walking away from our bed
and i do not really care
you are his paramour
so why not mine

i go to the zoo
watch monkeys copulate
work on acceptance
animals possess an honesty
humanity rarely achieves

such is life at times
deposits you at its doors
with a horizon of jaundiced eyes
where faith struggles with its death
join hands with perfidious Janus

         Fergus Falls   96

Blast of Sand and Surf

the beach’ll be a blast
             of sand and surf
          relax,
       of surf and sun
     enhance.
the ebb and flow,
    a slow
       down swish
         of flow and romance.
the embrace
    of salty air,
          that we share,
        and seaside beat
     of gulls and feet.
a splash
    of feet and hands
       forming castles
     that retreat,
   with each push and pull
of the seashell
   adorning,
      ocean core.
        a retreat,
     seaside beat,
   hot in sun,
  a breezy-beachy blast
of romance,
     complete with clinking
   hurricane glass.
paradise of piña coladas
      and sunny smiles
under attentive palms.
   back in the sea,
      the swish of waterfalls -
  plenteous and frothing.
marvelous
     enchantment
        of vertiginous
     waves pulling
   me away
from the shore…

5/2/2022

Compass

Cattle-crowd follows the lackadaisical vertiginous spiral.
Choose rather the Holy Spirit vintage guide—
supernal climb as the compass points to Ever-rest.

10/12/2021

Impressions Are Grave

Unstrung lover broke her beads.
Pearls - black and blue, pure white, cream.
A river of wicked deeds
would release her unhinged scream.

Vertiginous whirlpool’s drunk
on All Hallow’s Eve. Unbent
string and fine ornaments sunk.
Unwound hate and pearls ferment.

10/19/2020
Contest: Impressions
Sponsor: Nette OnClaud
Visual #1

*to work up (as into a state of agitation)

The Warrior

The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some
understand slowness. Instead he is patient with you,
not wanting anyone to perish,
but everyone to come to repentance.

                — 2 Peter 3:9 NIV

THE WARRIOR

His muscular articulating wings.
Michael’s halo in vertiginous spin —
The power of humble obedience.

Michael, the archangel, the warrior
Angel - second to the King of kings.
Not superior — blest — with pow’r and might.

He commands God’s army against Satan.
He fights the serpent who calls away men.
He hurled Eden’s tempter, the beast to earth.

Led by the Lord of all — the archangel.
His strongbox voice and trumpet choice —loud sound.
Beware sinners! The heavens call on earth.

3/10/2020

"At that time Michael, the great prince
who protects your people, will arise.
There will be a time of distress
such as has not happened from the beginning of nations
until then. But at that time your people--everyone whose name
is found written in the book--will be delivered.   — Daniel 12:1 NIV

Death Devours Lovely Things

DEATH DEVOURS LOVELY THINGS


The fallow ground was thirsty for her —
“I’m in trouble” stung like a nightingale’s knife.
The moon and stars in vertiginous blur
stilled her mothering heart — her life.

Music of the twilight and cherry bobs
in the twins’ manhattans. Celebratory smiles
and cheers ferment to grieving sobs —
a blossoming bosom of lamentations and trials.

O melancholy separation from the womb.
Twins battle to connect in the hopeless rain.
Death devours lovely things - rose perfume.
Fallen petals in funeral march forge their pain.

A beautiful ballerina buried in a music box —
the missing florid centerpiece at the family’s table.
Her presence rushing to heaven’s gate shocks
the cosmic atmosphere — contingently a fable.


5/15/2018
A Poem About Death Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Theme: Death devours lovely things
Word List: melancholy, beautiful, thirsty, music

Falling From the Heights

FALLING FROM THE HEIGHTS

Who knew the road would fill with gravel’s pain?
My feet, sore bare, beneath the calloused peat.
The sun beat hard, no friend the serpent’s bane.
Fate’s sweat does drip, with chains, the dark complete.

The street does twist and wretch, the cliffs enormous.
The vertiginous heights of panic feeze.
Unpaid regret, ill storm felt ginormous.
Unholiness does creep upon my knees.

Good pleasure pled, my youth to harken please,
whilst time did serve the stench of gargoyled feet.
And greening eyes would steal the gold, and seize
the king’s pure daughter, then his regal seat.

The plummet ferocious does tear my skin.
The dirgelike wind does moan and fleece my sin.

3/8/2018

bane - woe, curse, destruction
feeze - a state of alarm or excitement

Faith Up High

I can breathe up here, on top of the mountain,
a new found hike,
its vertiginous peak small potatoes,
since faith was restored.
when my boot hit the top,
we'll make a go of it,
the nagging rush of pain
like novocaine wearing off, unlocked. 
  I'm erasing the past,
right off the blackboard of time,
quickly,
like the impatient high school teacher.

Life

What, if not
meaningful thought
purposeful action,
calibrated memory,
diatonic music,
enlightened love,
defines an auspicious life?

Thought without meaning,
random action,
vertiginous memory,
atonal music,
Stygian despair.

Triumphant Life:
only success
merely failure
only light
merely darkness
only everything
merely nothing

© 2014 by Michael Jones

Blinded

Fool's Gold
Show up in my life
So beautiful, wholesome
Like a angelic magician
Turned my cloudiness to lightness

Set my psyche to tenfold
Shaped me to feel unbroken
Cherished my flaws in all
Vertiginous by your tenderness
Sent my guard out the window  

Sunlight turned into murkiness
Phosphorescent rotate to duskiness
Laughter looped to despair
Heart became disgusted
Soul tie turned unequally yoke

True colors revealed itself
Narcissistic knock on the door
Almighty dollar was the goal
Emotions was a put on
Undiscerning steered to deception

11/20/2016

Slumpy Swamp Steam

An unfortunate calibre is a turtle turning in a towel. Vast vistas vacate villages videoing vests vehemently And all the time the sleeping beast snores as the cattle drive by in their mooving mobile manufactured machines. It is never wise to sit and stare at such a display of destruction. For restrictions can even be found in a tree root. Thus enabling an atomic automobile in an apron to attempt a curling dive. But not in a hairdressers nor in a cotton cottage garden. So one two three then whisper to the whales. How rather gallant. And how perfectly formed is a fine angled sheet on a washing line. Motionless but moving. Slight tepid breezes to assist drying. And a little flirtatious dove sparkling with a neat tiara and wand. Over a grey. Through a black. Olive oil and a sultry smile from a doorstep snake. Writhing in a wild wind. Such craftsmanship in an opaque skyline. Visionary visualising via very vertical vortexes. And quite often a radio held cup is indifferent to the fall out from portrayed portion of potatoes. Hahaha sensory steam hahaha lake learning laughter hahaha stem cell of sand xxxxx hypnotising hypothetical hippopotamus xxxxx bionic bread xxxxx vertiginous Z.

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