When right is wrong

Leaning too far right makes them maniacal
everything is either black or white
they are impervious to the greys
with scant regard for inclusivity.

Their brain goes through a change that is chemical
irreversible is the damage done
common sense it, for sure, waylays
replacing it with typical perversity.

Quizzical looks don’t affect their hides political
they brand others as anti-state
erratic, jumbled and bitter their ways
what do they know of diversity!

lackadaisical in work but their beliefs fanatical
with them around doomsday is neigh and everyone pays.

Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Björn, has invited us to try our hand at a new poetic form bref double. The rhyme scheme can be

axbc-axbc-axbc-ab
abxc-abxc-abxc-ab

I have followed the former. Check the site for more details.

I have used words from Jane’s random word generator.

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Acceptance

Sleepy sun does slowly stretch
across the splattered hues
I twirl with glee
I dance with me
across the splattered hues

Day comes after the night on cue
yet ne’er the same can be
same old, same old
follows the mould
yet ne’er the same can be

eyes see what we want them to see
can be deftly cajoled
to fly off ledge
to step off edge
can be deftly cajoled

Kaleidoscopic tints enfold
’tis better not to kvetch
sometimes I rue
sometimes pursue
’tis better not to kvetch.

Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Laura, has asked us to write a roundabout poem. Read more about it here.

Also written for Sadje’s wdys.

Myriad moods of marriage

Arrange,
to meet to assess if there’s something
Connect,
over similar tastes and sweet nothings

Peep,
from beneath the lashes, wondering if there’s reason to reject
Glance,
eyes entangled, hearts somersault did effect

Adore,
at first sight;  is it even real?
Infatuated,
with every detail, however trivial!

Love,
isn’t it actually lust after a fashion?
Caress,
how can a mere touch ignite fiery passion!

Vows,
to remain faithful to each other forever
Cherish,
each other in this lifetime and ever

Stand
together as a team whatever the times
Agree,
to not disagree on parenting paradigms

Understand,
the nuances of what is left unsaid
Respect,
the boundaries that are never set

Raise,
not your voice, temper the temper
Silence,
not each other but anger’s ember

Celebrate,
the differences that make one who they are
Accept,
adjust, not complain nor needlessly spar

Aging,
should not dim the zeal nor the fervour
United,
hearts always beating in tandem with ardour.

Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Laura, says; today’s poetry prompt it’s all about couples, twos, in other words couplets!

The poetic form I have used, as suggested by Laura, is the côte.

About loving and living

From Freepik

It alights lightly, fluttering softly, leaving goosebumps, then you become aware of it when your heart is all aflutter, beating to a primordial song, awash in indescribable emotions, blood afire in your veins, your soul lit with the luminosity of pure joy; at once divine and carnal and there is no need to shout from the rooftops, for love like fragrance cannot be hidden. And yet, life is about living, not regretting so it is always better to proclaim.

Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Björn, has asked us to get aphoristic. You can read about it here.

Also for David’s W3, where Britta (POW) has asked us write a prose poem on love.

Passion

From Inc. Magazine

By the banyan tree in the courtyard
Freezing in the cold January night
Passion died under the onslaught of ego
At the altar of doubt, love felt forsook
Its last breath darkened the already dark night
Blossoming romance couldn’t survive till daylight.

By the time dawn removed the curtain of tenebrosity
Freezing earth had thawed, shedding rivulets of tears
Passion couldn’t remain moribund any longer
At the retreat of self-aggrandizement,
Its fire revived again, its flames stoking fervour
Blossoming again into all consuming ardour.

Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Laura, has asked us to choose ONE of the following lines and write a stanza(s) taking each word as the start of each successive line i.e. the first word begins the first line, the second begins the second and so on.

Rules: You must keep the same sequence though you may reverse it
Your poem should preferably  be at least 2 stanzas long
Rhyme is optional but try to stick to the meter of your chosen line.

  • Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part
  • Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows
  • By freezing passion at its blossoming
  • I guard her beauty clean from rust
  • Quail from your downward darting kiss

I have selected Neil Carpathios’ line.

Mercurial rain

Tippity toe, tippity toe
bringing forth joy as well as woe
moody, coy and capricious
seldom are you judicious
drowning castle or bleak hut
to your awry tune you strut
tippity toe, tippity toe
bringing forth joy as well as woe!

Tippity toe, tippity toe
bringing forth joy as well as woe
why do you show your wrath thus
can’t you pour without a fuss
sunburned grass and withered trees
sultry weather and no breeze
tippity toe, tippity toe
bringing forth joy as well as woe!

Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Grace, says: Post a poem following the Octelle poetry form.

I have written two Octelle.

Looping the dreams

Drawing by Francesca Miguieles

Bemused I look at my bloodied, skinned knees

Knees lacerated and raw from crawling all over

Over the jagged and cruel edges of reality

Reality which had been summarily discarded

Discarded foolishly in favour of  fanciful fantasy

Fantasy which turned into smithereens everything

Everything  now seems lost forever, but…

But now I am retrieving broken pieces of those dreams

Dreams thus fragmented, you may say, would do no good

Good times alas seem far-fetched and unreal

Unreal cadence of yesterday mars my today

Today the salt from my eyes may sting these dreams

Dreams that continue to lie shattered and prone

Prone and battered completely out of shape

Shape of my future splintered badly so

So I gently lay them away from the escarpment

Escarpment which beckons with suicidal notions

Notions that may make them fall off the precipice again

Again to be shattered and scattered all over

Over which I may cry no more but reconcile myself

Myself to the inevitability of stark truths

Truths that stare me in the face, yet

Yet, if even one dream manages to resurrect itself

Itself, of its own volition, it will be a reason to revel

Revel because dreams only work if we want them to.

Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Grace, has asked us to write a loop poem today. Read more about it here.

Tenacity

From Pinterest

Curveballs, roadblocks also setbacks galore
doesn’t life like to keep me on my stubbed toes!
I stumble, I fumble, am often heartsore
but stubbornly refuse to wallow in woes
hands do reach out to support and reassure
everytime that I fall flat on my bruised nose.
a word, a smile, a hug often does the trick
I do take in my stride life’s nasty butt kicks
however hard hardships may connive and try
no amount of scudding drifts can make me cry
‘cos I may not have wings, but am meant to fly!

Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Grace, says: For today’s Meeting the Bar/Poetry Form, we will craft a poem using 11 line stanza.

Eleventh Power is an invented stanzaic form introduced by Christina Jussaume who requests the subject be uplifting. The elements of the Eleventh Power are:

  • stanzaic, written in any number of 11 line stanzas.
  • syllabic, 11 syllables each, per line.
  • rhymed, rhyme scheme:   abababccddd or ababababccc.

The best things in life are free

And with fingers entwined
we lay on the mud floor
counting stars and gifting each other
constellations. During the day
we dodged the streaming sunrays
as we dreamt with eyes wide open
our upturned palms
caught the crooning raindrops
rainbow bubbles our prized possession
the whispering trees our steadfast guardians
the laughing blooms were our playmates
we had little then but life overflowed with laughter
now there is no dearth yet no reason to laugh too.

Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s guest host, Anna, says : Gnomic poetry is the long lived and loved practice of moralizing in verse. Choose a maxim, aphorism or proverb, the focal point of your poem must have a moral or assert a philosophical position on life. 

Being with self

Silence drowned by brash noise and sound
when mind wallows in shallows of din
’tis best then to retreat within

in nature’s lap inner peace I found
gentle murmur of rustling leaves
birdsong a soothing refrain weaves

quietude; nothingness around
breathe deep, relax, calm your senses
let go of all mental fences

gratitude and deep bliss abound
no intrigue, no suspense; just calm
accepting flaws without a qualm

being alone, a feeling profound
solitude is the place to be
when I am in touch with just me.

Silence drowned by brash noise and sound
in nature’s lap inner peace I found
quietude; nothingness around
gratitude and deep bliss abound
being alone, a feeling profound!

Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Björn has asked us to write a Constanza.