"benignity" poems
Static, memories
Emanating, separating
The postcard- perfect
Still life speaks
From its storied past.
Invisible, to drift
Among
The florid aphorisms,
Ending in
Deleterious debris,
Aftermath of
The inevitable.
Empty room, echo hollow
Tabula rasa -
Carpet clean, quite candid in it's
Return to callow.
Consciousness athirst,
Absorbing phenomena
Effervesce, inquisitive
Ideas foment,
Sealed inside a question.
The what -
Against the narrow
Scarcity,
And fatigue of should.
A tender malleable
Youth,
Betrayed, under
An assumed decorum -
Residue of truth,
Flattened emotion
Privations of a self
Unheard;
Misplaced affirmation,
Buried pathologies
In architecture
Fear manifests symbolic.
Harboring apathy
The lunacy of pious
Pedigree,
Import contagion,
Fetters of benignity
Doubt and indecision
Into ******
Cognizance,
Fallow spirits
Seep fumes of decay,
Credulity bleeds a human stain.
Social edifice, inoculated
Heirs of neurosis;
Palpable, sensual pain
And transience, though
Tacit - remain,
Our haunted history,
The blind hyperbole,
Maudlin
Forbearance, this haven,
A portrait
Of immaculate condition,
Nurtured with precision
Under sterling pretense.
Provincial domicile -
House beautiful,
Savage irony -
Unseen treasure
Innocence unabridged,
Faces, tiny creations;
Compliant vessels
Wounded,
While modernism murmurs
Its promise.
Brave New World,
In a late model sedan,
Domestic ranch on a
Corner lot,
Suburban natives,
Silence means security.
The misunderstood
Speak louder -
Consumerism beneath
Unvarnished ambition,
Never could
Repair the brokenness within...
© 2011 & 2018 W. S. Warner
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 5:38 PM UTC
O the One brighter than the brightest star!
O the One who talked to the moon above!
O the One whose presence bloomed all the flowers!
O the Beaut One!
O the Belovently Beloved One!
O, Mustafa!
You are the source of sparkle for our illuminating universe.
Your luminosity left the shimmering sea overjoyed.
Your benignity softened the hearts of hard-hearted.
Your nobility had left me breathless.
For how can I describe the indescribable?
Apr 8, 2021
Apr 8, 2021 at 6:09 AM UTC
I'm invisible
Placed myself in front of her path
Mentally recited a joke to make her laugh
... But
Our eyes never clashed
She walked right past
I'm invisible
In not invincible
So it hurts me every time she's blind to my benignity
But as soon as I'm malignant
I suddenly appear in her vision
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 1:21 AM UTC
#And Jacob sware by the fear of his father Isaac.
[Genesis 31:53]
Sharp trauma must have lingered on for good
in Isaac’s silent dazed humanity
halted by heaven; trembling laid on wood
too young to question father’s sanity.
Was it a light thing? To be thus withstood
by Jehovah’s awful benignity…
Faltering further up life’s mountain, would
he carry the damage with dignity?
This just might explain the forty-year wait,
meditating on the ram, on his fate.
The paralyzing laughter of his name
even after life unveiled in his tents.
A certain hesitation does make sense
in the son laid out on unkindled flame.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 9:52 AM UTC
I was a Moon in a dark abyss
Wandering alone in tormented solace
As aimlessly as a fish in bowl
Glumly glad within my alien abode
In a spur ___ you appeared from Nowhere
A Blackhole pulling me towards its angelic snare
Rearranging the space time fabric ___
To a whole new world ___ mystifying yet aesthetic
And I couldn't resist, for that Benignity
set my heart ablazed ___ filled its Valence shell
Entwined with you I will step in eternity soon
Hoping, your floral rugs bear stars and moons..!!
Nov 2, 2024
Nov 2, 2024 at 10:05 AM UTC
in yellow
& pink
her benignity
wink in
cheery pit
rain there
she hoodwink
and hem
this dress
that cognate
her trim
line figure
again with
lips that
sync in
3D graphic
feature pic
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 7:46 AM UTC
In their beauty, an unparalleled race
From a higher, supernatural place,
Driven to hidden, underground refuge
When mans’ cynical wars the earth deluged-
Leaving only the slightest, unclear trace.
They knew no pain, nor any suffering
And the world is darker from their leaving
And we are left to pick up the pieces,
While our own ambivalence increases,
Seeking to find a singular meaning.
You may call it naive wish fulfillment,
But I will search for reconcilement.
I will upturn the soil and the roots,
Until I may procure some lasting truce
Make amends for Ill-judged revilement
And then mankind again will have a guide
Some holy beings to gift us back our pride
What a dream, to again have dignity
To direct our kind to benignity
So we may be pulled back from the wayside
It’s all very romantic, isn’t it?
That some saviors will see us fit.
It takes the blame off us,
Makes our apathy superfluous,
Proves we are not hypocrites.
But maybe we should fix our own mistakes,
Go outside and clean our own ******* lakes,
Stop hiding behind flowery language and care
Waiting for a savior when they are rare,
Before our zeal irreversibly breaks.
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 9:27 PM UTC
Drowning sensations encircled my mind and swallowed every ray of hope I had of seeing you.
My doubts spoke but never loud enough to choke out the messages I read from you at night.
And no matter how many times you said I love you I could never trust a single one till the last time you said it.
And your goodbyes stung the hardest the moments after you left.
Because I could never register them.
I could never forgive myself for blaming everything on the world and you.
And you were my reason for wanting, to begin with.
I had never wanted
Longed
Benignity
Wistfully
Felt entitled to anything in my life as Much as your love.
And every breath I took added seconds away from the day it'd all be taken away from me.
We both counted down the moon cycles like tiny thumb tacks falling off your moms favorite poster until it cascaded into the ground and she stopped hanging it up.
We were put out to dry because our egos were more of a monster than our imagination at bedtime.
And darling your monsters were always heavier than mine, but at least you had the strength to keep them at bay.
Unlike all the times you watched mine escape.
And because of that I'll never forget that chapter of my life where we argued into the night and scowered our never ending library of mistakes we had marked as UNCONSTITUTIONAL TO THIS LOVE BANK OF AGREEMENTS we never signed.
So I left the dotted lines.
And the ink from all the pens in our house dried.
As your lips parted from mine and I sighed, knowing this would be our last goodbyes.
And I finally saw your demons that night.
Just like how you always put up with mine.
And they were beautiful.
Because they all looked like you.
And I'll always treasure that memory of how we came to thrive off eachothers being.
And how late late at night years after our fighting and constant mood killings and mood swings.
I called you.
Knowing there was always a piece residing in you
That was mine.
I love you.
Goodnight
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 1:48 AM UTC
The residual feeling of
politest departure with
the loving manner,
sings out its heart to you.
This systematic means of the
language entreats its unquietly
wordlessness to give an
affectionate embrace to
your benignity.
The lover of this epic love
seems to be astounded by the
expounding intervention of your
tender verses.
-Restoring overtures of a trouveur endures an unnecessarily
worrying heart.
Shivpriya
#beautifulthingsandemotions
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 3:29 PM UTC
"Avail me liberate from my realm of disquietude,
Words of rapture you could do just that,
May I not beg for that may I not beseech,
Only those words for a while I will be free,
A touch of rapture will achieve dry lament,
Your love supports me to be sinewy,
We will be together regardless of doth wheel,
Fixation is not love nor is fascination love,
When you are treated improvidently it is not love,
This is lack of the ingesting the feel of what love is,
When you act to another in benignity and oblation,
This is when love is pure and nobly prodigal,
To this love I will belong noble unquestionably,
This is when love is indissoluble and unexpurgated,
No heights one can’t reach with true amorousness,
With pure love eloquent other nobly prodigal,
By A.Guzaldo 07/28/2018 ©
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC