"concatenating" poems
Joe wants to know
how'm I doing?
an innocuous query,
little can he know,
bye bye is my merry,
marooned on a skerry,
noxious fumes in the aerie,
currently inhabiting my foreheady,
worry waves, rolling thunderous tides,
have myself beside
thus the answer to your toll,
something bad, on me, got a hold
Joe,
life is,
more than a tad
concerting
concerting?
surely you meant
converging, or perhaps,
concatenating, or concaving?
discombobulating, or more likely,
plain ole disconcerting?
indeed, all of the above,
fit like a glove,
but best combinated in steaming mug of
concerting
"to contrive or arrange by agreement: to plan; devise"
the world is secret contriving,
the world is secret devising,
a plan for my demising,
forces are concerting re me...
most concerning,
as trends converging,
concave hollow chains clinking,
a concatenating chorus
voicing their displeasure,
at my happy existence,
which now gone,
its loss, wept for, in great measure
life dissing me, in a manner
concerting and dis-concerting,
my composure,
decomposing,
the ides of depression,
hip hop discombob-
(undu)lating throb
but then again,
what's in a word,
what's in a rhyme,
jes that old timey R&B;,
rhyming and blues,
of a verbal kind
so, Joe, how'm I doing?
now that you are knowing,
as men of distinguished letters,
students of history,
part time poets,
Your Reply
must only be:
"Oh no, Natty,
say it ain't so"
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 5:03 AM UTC
Beautiful and mysterious illusions
Concatenating the beautiful thread of life
Beginning from the question
From where are from...!!
Joining the ridiculous answers
Still not found the right yet
Both science and faith
Derived different definitions
But still remains enigma...
The one and all mysterious creation
From his mesmerizing frame work
Created the world and life..
The proven theories
Built in science of origin
Explained some other else
But still remains enigma...
Anyhow life being an enormous enigma
Hard to explain
But easy to realize
A positive energy mounted all over
Encapsulating the whole universe
Beginning from the bright shine
To a glossy night
Cleared the enigma
Tried to believe
And believe....
Started to dream
And found the right answer
Through dreams....
Made true the dreams
And cleared all enigma
And begin to walk
Succeeded with his powers
And thus life became smooth
And life became easy...
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
Restore me,
those words are stones
dropped into a lake of voices.
Rippling,
The loudest of them,
repeat ad nauseam.
In this nexus,
i am the oppressed.
Jackals swim concatenating the worst of thoughts,
plotting tomorrow’s coup d'é tat.
My proclivity, to take the wheel
Invariably pulls me under.
Here in this place I am greased like Atlas
Punished to become the choices I’ve made
And for that I’m grateful.
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC