Month: January 2025
I got tired of cynicism
Optical Allusion – 30th January 2025
What’s given a name is created
To make and to use in mind
What it means may not be stated
Yet meaning arose for us to find
And near the name now used
It can be twisted by all means
Remove the magic confused
Now sure, arose from its dreams
Shared with dVerse Tuesday Poetics
Gods Amongst Us – 29th January 2025
The most penetrating preachers,
hinting, they teach us.
Revered when stood alone
or their forest home.
Roots resting in infinity,
their own laws accordingly,
standing tall to represent.
When stormy winds relent
Nothing is more exemplary,
In nature growing free,
A beautiful strong tree.
Paraphrased a lot from a passage by Narayan Kaudinya on the Road to Nara blog and shared with dVerse Quadrille #216
RTMT – 28th January 2025
Ambivalent to the critics
Recreating identities in the forge
The master of one’s own image
Youth that will live forever
Enthusiasm is common, endurance is rare*
Make to break and embrace mistake
Public gestures; look upon this fool!
The larger-than-life, the clown despite
Years of training to teach otherwise
An acrostic formed around a quote from *Angela Duckworth
The Common Sense – 27th January 2025
Hold your tongue to acquire
The knowledge you may desire
Make understanding your peer
With the open eye and ear
The spell to be found under
Is the rosy smell of wonder
Practice equals progress
For the taste of sweet success
Found from this point hence
The sense to make some sense
The reason to keep growing
The pursuit of further knowing
Apocalypse Yoga – 26th January 2025
Landscapes of destruction and hell
Destroyed cityscapes aflame on fire
Devouring armfuls of pink men
Animals pick at flesh on barbed wire
Zerkon on your headphones
Quiet heralds the chaos to come
Settle into the warrior’s posture
Start banging the apocalypse drum
As anxiety rises in your bones
Breath deep the anguish and terror
Convulsing masses of flesh
Prepared for the yogi pallbearer
To six dragon hounds submit
Borborygms burst through the gut
A danse macabre meditation
Steeled the flesh for every cut
Tensions dissolve in exhalation
Stay in posture for nine breaths
Life leaves you little by little
Every nightmare, a series of deaths
Paraphrased and inspired by an absurd newsletter (The Poney Club Letter n°59) from the record label, Dur et Doux.
“Come Over” – 25th January 2025
I hate that I like it when you leave
me to wonder what you are doing
It’s only myself I choose to deceive,
a turmoil casserole left stewing
Between the devil and deep blue sea
I hate that I like it when you leave
Unsure to be tied down or set free
I’m trying to make us both believe
Mixed messages that we both receive
and send, hung up on to higher hopes
I hate that I like it when you leave
the bruises from your ugliest gropes
Our heads are nought but mush and despair
What is it that we hope to achieve?
Every night alone I say this prayer
I hate that I like it when you leave
Inspired by this post at Girl Online and also submitted for a refrain assignment at AllPoetry.com
Not Fade Away – 24th January 2025
In every atom a universe
Where the sentient must survive
A speed of light, and so traverse
To keep life’s dream alive
Not fade away, cease to exist
Or slowly rendered rotten
The innate urge to persist
And never be forgotten
Without thought, without emotion
The proton set to dance
And swim the primordial ocean
Where life takes one more chance
Shared with No Theme Thursday picture prompt and also to dVerse’s MTB prompt about negation (which this poem sort of fits)
Are the Nations United? – 23rd January 2025
A petulant contrarian takes his bat and ball
Play by his rules or don’t play at all
You’re welcome to sit at the children’s table
Your membership card is purely a label
Majorities are a democratic dream
Sold the fantasy to the extreme
Somehow claiming the moral high ground
But where only the minority is found
Now as the world turns slowly burning
Eyes open to the virtues returning
Consign the child to go play at home
Where he can wonder why he’s all alone
Poet’s Pledge – 22nd January 2025
Written as reward
Benevolent monarch hands
Meaning to illiterate minions
Clinging onto every word
Posted in advertisement
The philosophical sword
Hangs on a single hair
Virtue is written in sunlight
Submitted to AllPoetry’s ‘An Expression of Yourself’ course – Brevity.
With this assignment, I would like you to use metaphor and simile. Focus on the ordinary but make it something more expansive to where your mind cannot find the outer walls of the images.
As an extra idea, I also put this through the N+7 machine and used (mostly) the results from N+14
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