Whitened Poems

every second is a choice

Every minute is a choice
I could go to the Dollar store
Could get gas
Could get my hair cut
Could sit in the dog pen with my dogs

If I cancel my lunch date with three friends
I could get my teeth whitened,
Could attend a lecture on Sully
Could look for my lost emerald ring

Because I am getting lazy
And it is cold outside
And I hate driving

So many maybes, ifs, and coulds..
Every second is up to me.
Which maybes, ifs and coulds to act upon.
A daily dilemma. No one can solve but me.

Hide of Tyke in Hold

Heartthrob in damsel drag
Belief of human bile
Completely instilling cascading dregs of mechanical flesh, bones and spit
64th avenue 
And coiling deft doom
Winged balls of bulging blood and speckled steel
Merry wails and flutters of moths unsealed 
Fitted upon falling kneel
And reckoned release of rotten roadkill-
Rats and babes and brats
Congealed candy and sickeningly sweet brandy
And hailed light of epiphany to choke, swallow and spit
And strangle without a hand nor handle but grit
Of groil and crevices of menaces heralding honed notes
And a lone liver in fathered infirmary 
Black backed in breachers 
Potted a bulge to indulge the fickle maggots of dissociation 
Emulsification and hearty sniff of 
Whitened slice and slithers of snow
Dregs to drag and hone and throw
Up upon bedded saline laden road
Of rows and rows and pounds 
That drag rotten flesh afresh from the hound
Sutured from spine to fluttered wing
The hide
Plucked apart from rat to brat
And collared collier stepped afresh with new hide and throw 
And stubborn stubbled child with a new mind in tow

5//5//2025

Sweet nature

Oh sweet nature !
Beautiful and bright,
Just as the morning sun

Whitened and shinny 
the smile of the cloud,
The beauty of thy face

Fresh and gloomy
As a plant
Planted on the river bank

Running through the heart
Just as Car in Motion
Moving from juncture to juncture

The bossom of thy heart,
Best place to be
The smile on thy face drives all sorrow away 

The comfort in thy words
The sweetest pleasure 
One could feel

The sweetness of honey 
Less compared 
To the pleasure in thy kiss.

our hair ages too

Hair of my youth was pretty auburn fine.
with glimpses and dashes of red said Valentine.
Oodles of melatonin to keep it a glitzy glowing red
whitened up when I got a bit older, said Cousin Fred.

An Elated Mood

Calm halts clouds swollen with snow,
they will resent the continuous blow
of the four winds of bitter February;
an unleashed snowstorm is pure fury!

An elated mood rises amid the air of glumness,
April rain is far from the mornings of tearfulness;
snowy meadows will return to their vivid lushness...
even winter birds can't wait for spring cheerfulness! 

I fret thinking about isolated days,
activities are limited to sceneries;
be a skier and be ready for thrills:
see deer leaping on foxes' trails!
 
Walking is exploring the quite wilderness
under the glistening coat of magical whiteness;
Jays that ate berries miss their sweetness...
all birds rely on feeders on those harsh winters!   

Travel the whitened roads of the stunning wilderness,
they offer reflective poets joyful quotes of stillness;
a long ride on a saddle horse going at a slow pace
opens up the landscape to a stream with a lively dace!

Brand New Christmas Poem

The night before Christmas the moon glowed bright 
Children were caroling all through the night 
The elves were still working; making some toys 
For Santa to bring, to good girls and boys 

The clouds drifted slowly, so way up high
Dropping their snowflakes- that whitened the sky 
The world seemed quite quiet, silence in air 
Then, the wind whispered soft into my ear... 

Tomorrow is Christmas- ready or not 
Remind the people, what some have forgot 
Christmas is when Jesus was born this day
It's not just 'bout Santa- riding his sleigh 

And tell them the best gift to give is- "love" 
A whispered note, from the man up above

Leaves Are Leaving

From whitened trees, leaves are leaving
Releasing fall, color flutters
Upon the wind's icy mutters
With a ruby river weaving
Homage to a season's grieving


10/20/23

Success Is a Strange Definition:

Success is a strange definition:
Larger in the mind of an onlooker –
Smaller in the hands of a heritor –
In truth – without a measurement.

It can be exaggerated like a rubber band.
It can be dragged through the mud –
Rescued – cleaned and whitened up.
It can be far to sight or close at hand –

Pleasant to the eye on a resumé –
On a statement or ring like a melody
To the hearer of such rhapsody
Or with a shrug – be explained away.

Day Moon

             Day Moon is visible yet not lightened.
               Oblivious appearance as whitened,
              at different phases but not brightened.
       May be half or crescent - yet faint though shape descent.
          Placid but innocent -  somehow per chance nascent.
                Morose Moon may be seen on cloudy day.
                Dull depressed pale on occasional stay.
                Sad look ! Unable to reflect Sun ray.
           Day Moon not romantic - not even lunatic.
               Neither it’s poetic - nor enthusiastic.
            The Moon by day hidden getting frightened.
                         Luminosity absolute absent.
               Faint hazy presence is not worth to say.
               Day Moon ignored: While Night Moon fantastic.

This Worldly Light

The earth is beaten hard by working boots
and baked by scorching sun in early spring
that cracked like drying skin with calloused corns. 
As weeds are forked, entwined around the gate,
I prised the tendrils, pulling out their roots, 
then ambered skies descended nightly slopes
and gilt the rusted rails with golden tones.

Above the crescent moon released aglow 
a halo, loosely hung beyond the dark
with thorns entwined like spiral crowns in style. 
A shaded figure stood. He seemed alone
but knocked for entry easing doors ajar. 

Ahead a whitened path through shadows wove 
a way that glimmered brightly, moonlight drenched.

There Is No Personalism

Definitive,
a dry phrase, dripping with meaning,
which dissolves
the pallour of revolution.
Incitement,
barking message,
cuts through discontent
with rotating blades,
it awards morals and sense
of living, watching
the sun of the ancestors.
Do not use personalism,
not because the self does not exist
with the fronds of dishonour,
it exists, but it is pathetic.
Not I, one wants to be impersonal
peering into the dark,
intuition of dried herbs
and served cold.
Mothers swearing
the latest jacquerie of troublesome children.
Fathers sipping wine
whitened by the many waits for dialogue.
Sons savouring cold metal,
without regard or understanding
for hunched shoulders,
heroes for a day, piecework fools.
There is no personalism,
only clumsy attempts

Spiced Sky

If we had black stars on a whitened day, we would have a peppered sky

Days of the Darkened Dove

But as we begin
to break down
and burn
We will wistfully 
watch and learn
that in this lifeline
you’ll have to
be a
dismally
darkened dove.
Left to let go
of the one
thing you’ve
ever loved.
As you raise
your weakly
whitened
wings to fly
into the
numbing unknown
nature of
the nurturing
night sky.

Enlaced

wind
arctic
boreal
tatting across
whitened landscapes Chantilly with frore lace 
and snowy-stiff satin brocade cutting
defining the
raw winter’s
scalloped
edge

Fire and Brimstone

FIRE AND BRIMSTONE

Whitened collar, fixedly starched 
To the ultimate limits of self-perfection, 
Points righteous, crooked finger 
At an open-mouthed assembly, 
Crouching beneath thick-
Eyebrowed gaze of a dark
Frock-coated scarecrow.

His cackling voice emits 
Hollowed-out squawks,
Casting lines of invective 
Like steel confetti
Into the ironic celebration 
Of a judgemental wedding 
For outsiders, condemned 
Beyond the pale.

Heaven is expunged by murkiest haze of hell, 
Begrimed in dark, closed-off shades, 
A treacherous welcome for 
Those who smear themselves 
With so much intrigued slime of purest evil, 
Cloaked with superior innocence
For the delightful delectation 
Of ascetic, hair-shirted fools.

• Short Whitened Poems
• Famous Whitened Poems
• Best Whitened Poems
• Read Whitened Poems
• Long Whitened Poems
• Whitened Quotes