"juxtapose" poems
Compliments to the baker
and so too my Barista
Smoothest crema on the tongue
juxtapose to lemon vapour.
Intense acute sensations
insist I close my eyes
Submit in rare humility
in awe of nature's true franchise.
Clarion note of citron zest
resounds on mellow creamy seas
Mediterranean sun distilled
now is witnessed here in me.
Tempered, rounded bitter hues
from Amazonian dark recess
waited aeons to infuse
and bring about this wanton bliss.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
Desolated in the biting winter
Bitter frost masking gnarling wood
In the morning when the sun kisses our heads
Gone are the icicles with a thousand facets
Fragile emotions only whisper
Sorrows and regrets to keep you company
In your consummate solitude
All of which juxtapose your worth
b.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 8:07 AM UTC
She is My cream nicotine
The
Surging through our blues
The fluidity of divinity
Juxtapose
Whoever said love was easy…
Yeah 'Ol Chap, they Sure had it right,
Because no man or lady can ever Subtract
Once their hue has mixed it can never go back.
2 Whipped Cream and Other Delights.
And why would you?
The dregs are bitter,
The milk too sweet.
If you water it down then
All flavor retreats
Life is just better off Bitter-Sweet,
Cream never asks coffee
On how it should mix
Why do we attempt these liquid alchemy tricks?
The intrusion is dilution of the Makers choice
Through imperfection comes the lesson
Learned perception with each sip
The air red dried truth
The
Words stuck to the lips
Tasters Digest the last drink drips
Yet I question why I am so subject
to infusion
Her meaningful quips
Why we attempt these liquid alchemy tricks?
Still I question why I am so subject
to the infusion of Her
Dips
Sometimes I call it Love
Sometimes I call it Quits
For You My Dear
Let's Cheers Another Grip
of
Seared Buds and Belly Aches
and
Lactose Licorice
So
Pour Another! while the Argument still in Air
and
While Dilutions of gratification Grind into Frothy Despair
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 8:13 PM UTC
Lazy days and choppy waves
Upon a copper sea,
A breezy, warming westerly
Is blowing down on me.
Sunlight striking wavelets
Below clouds of cotton cool
And seagulls hang in squadron lines
Aloft from oyster pool.
Road signs judder in the breeze
Ripples weave amongst long grass,
Mangroves bend in unison
And asphalt bakes in molten glass.
A parasol of brilliant blue
A picnic basket brimming high
With lemonade and icy beer
Whilst sausages and onions fry.
Two barking dogs cavort with joy
Chasing hard on sandy beach,
Leaping high in summer air
Running, fetching, ***** to each.
The lazy summer saunters in
Engulfing us with solar heat,
The pretty girls wear tiny shorts
Which breathless boys find such a treat.
Pohutukawa’s bursting forth
In waves of rich and scarlet red
Which juxtapose dark olive greens
Of leafage midst each flower bed.
A sky of brilliant powder blue
With salt spray aura in the air
As swimmers splash in gales of fun
Hot sunlight baubles kiss their hair.
Marshalg
Port Waikato beach
15 November 2011
© 2011 Marshal Gebbie
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 12:28 PM UTC
When are we going to wake up to start believing that we should stopped competing and start complimenting to feel like were completing.
We need to be a team player instead of the team leader, replacing that with the idea of being on the same team and building something that's takes on the dream.
How are we going to teach ourselves of what's needed to be taught? If we are communicating to each other's to misperceived when sought to read and believe of what’s being well-received.
Why are we all on this justification to be misrepresentation as to juxtapose when we are responsible for the I could and the I suppose.
To add what is the so what to the now what? But it's the actual what needs to be address in which perhaps misaddressing to the audience of nowadays. As if we are surrogate of the hideaways of the be real today.
It's we and us and all of us to address the matter of comradeship of how compassion of it to be who you are. To create this level of friendship of the desire to follow the footsteps of who you are and as it's start with you and it begins with and ending of you.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
I find serenity in storms
The slams of doors make my heart race
And if you trace your finger's down my spine
I'll give you an earful
Of distasteful pleasure
I'll juxtapose any situation
For the most fun I can find
Oh I love being hard to read darling
I want you to open my closed eyes
And if you read me like a story
I will lie dear oh I'll lie
And cover up my deepest fears
And conceal everything I despise
I love to hate and hate to love
Those I regret most I crave
So lay me on the darkest train tracks
And pray that I will be safe.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
The coffee *** just signalled, Ready,
So I pour the cream before the java:
A cup of divergent thinking.
There are roads running
In opposite directions,
Sharing points of similarity:
A tree, a sign, me.
Inside or outside the box of thinking,
Using the lower and upper ladder rungs
To paint the same wall,
Prologues and epilogues to the same story,
Lawyers in clown suits,
Children using,
Kittens chewing slippers,
Dogs in litter boxes,
Earth cooling,
Healing and feeding the masses,
Elected monarchies... NO monarchies,
Sleeping in or getting up,
Cursory letter to family and friends
(Though this is coming to an end),
Making love while wearing gloves,
The moon moves east to west
In the blink of sleep,
Churches giving alms and unlocking doors,
Schools excelling,
Parents attending.
To juxtapose is divergent,
Like sobering up with detergent
(You may be clean, but are you dry?).
If insurgents were divergent,
We'd have more convergence.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC
Come rhyme with me
In a bit of
Harmony
But suppose
We juxtapose:
Lemon drop
Bitter
Tear drop
Bawl
Sundrop
Flitter
Raindrop
Fall
Duck
Duck
Goose
A little heaven on earth
Before all hell breaks
Loose
~
May 28, 2021
May 28, 2021 at 8:07 AM UTC
I only know the songs I love the most,
they can tell what life can be like,
not me, not making a living by living it.
I'll never write lines as good as those,
not saying better what's on my mind
or singing like it's worth it a listening.
Seldom other needs can juxtapose,
by any means I can't say much sometime,
but music finds me telling everything
for me, to me, for their soulful notes
whatsoever chord they could strike
the right ones in time will be moving me
magically...
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
temples of time
coloring my hands
my apparatus for creation
of things seen in the mind's eye
catch what falls from the sky inside
juxtapose yourself for once
make yourself symmetrical
we are a continuity of memories
we are a one of many chains of events
my protons
my codons
copies
self similar
life creating life
an ever sprouting flower
and waiting on the next turn
is one more glimpse
at the great mystery
think large
you are spiraling towards
an event horizon
every end result of every action
will be held on the surface of a point of no return
what do you do?
with your
drop of a
drop of a
drop of a
drop of a
drop of a
drop of
time in an ocean?
well for starters learn to swim
then remember you're water
go towards the shadow of true beauty
an arrow of eros to guide your shine
light in the sky
catching an eye
eros in the wind
ethos in the mind
body aligned
i'm not confined
except the lack of ethos in my mind
and the lack of eros in my heart
and the lack of courage in my will
find it in everything around you.
As the mediums
between ideas and sensations
we have a responsibility
for that which the gods can only be objects of.
And we carry it like wishes on the wind
towards the point of no return
never forgotten,
never gone to begin with.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
lately, my answer to anything just seems to be
“i don’t know”
and when i reach out to the mirror,
my hands goes through and i can’t feel the person on the other side,
as if the twenty years or so that i survived
don’t mean anything to Reality.
and i want to fight back, you know
fight for my place, for my heartbeat
but how many battles can you wage,
and how many battles can you win
for a cause you no longer believe in?
i don’t know.
i think about bodies a lot,
and how clothes are so burdened with the task of
covering such substantial skeletons, such important skin,
as if they could ever veil
the blood that pulses in You.
Your body amongst orchids,
decomposing ever so slightly in the purple darkness of night:
a night that we do not possess
but it takes over us so completely in its solitude.
i hate that word.
i hate the entire farce of it all.
i’m not okay alone
you aren’t, either
and so isn’t anybody i’ve ever known,
but we keep dancing to this charade –
this pitiful masquerade
of independence and self-sustenance.
i don’t know.
i think what i’m trying to say is
you only know permanence when someone you love
becomes someone you used to love,
and the life that you’re breathing (but they aren’t),
the life that you’re breathing on borrowed time,
is suddenly so endless
so hollow
because it’s me without You:
echoes of a voice that always comes around somehow empty.
and i’m tired of opening at the close,
a futile juxtapose,
only because i won’t allow myself to admit
that nothingness exists when i’m without You.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 1:33 PM UTC
I guess u r leaving me behind
all that u have given of yourself to me
those memories u have caused with your laughter ,
your playfulness and exbuerance for life
I will miss, the fine juxtapose your presence created
You have changed me beyond myself
Though outwardly calm I may appear
This pretense I can hold on no longer
While inwardly I sear…and long..for u.
Go on move on, I cannot hold on to you forever
You are a free soul and nothing can stop your force
Momentarily I basked in your fond attention
your eyes searing my soul
Awakening in me a realization I myself did not know.
I thank you for those fond moments
Etched forever in my heart and soul
of your tenderness and the love that never spoke a word.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
Love is so vapid for me,
I feel like don't want to love anymore,but
When i see you;
I startled and ponder,
Why god takes a lot of time to,
Make a men like you for me ?
Every dames fairytale dream is,
A hubbie who hearkens patiently.
Now i got mine.
But,
I want to utter something
I thought this was a real seal,
You & me were locked
A padlock of emotions and feelings.
I had cried so many tears
I felt all alone.
Its made my heart black ,
Like a chunk of coal.
When times runs out
My heart cognized everything
Now i come from the hazy sphere.
I can sense you now.
You fell in love,
From the moment you laid eyes on me.
When, I juxtapose you with the star's
He feels covetous because,
You and your love is most beaming.
Whem you clutch me in your arms,
Is the best loved part of the day.
Over a period of time,
I got to know the real you.
Sometimes you are my bestie
Sometimes my soulmate
Sometimes my acharya.
I know you,
Like no one i have ever known.
I am sorry if i do something make you really mad.
I am sorry for breaking your heart but,
I can't promise you that we will never fight
But i can promise,
With all my heart
I will always love you and never leave you.
When i say adieu, promise me you won't cry,
Bcz the day i will be saying farewell,
Is the day i die.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC
Cooped up in my humble abode and privacy unheard of before and now.
The friction of my shoes emerged to undesirable friction of my four walls.
Ratcheting up of worries about my future, I pondered when would this pandemic end.
My predicament sent me reeling so I convinced myself to juxtapose with countries reeling.
A short joy on the end of my collegiate life soon accounted to the fueled uncertainties of the job market.
Success used to be landing a remunerative job but now they said, landing any job would be a blessing.
What about my dreams? They ought to cease to exist.
It is no longer about dreams. It is about being alive.
My demise, the demise of an industry, the demise of a country and the demise of the world.
The ghastly truth of how my simple action of staying at home would impact the safe havens of many.
A true test to my character in avoidance of getting positive from the test of COVID-19.
For I know I am not alone.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 3:54 AM UTC
As evolution jumped from eon to eon,
the foundational hunger to remain
surpassed all bounds this great celestial
has ever witnessed in its cosmic disturbance.
How must Mars and Jupiter, these stars in the sky
view the deep blue that flooded the desolate,
a clump of collected debris basking in the ultraviolet,
unable to resist the presence of life, ever-so unwanted
and needless to exist? For our neighbors in the sky,
glancing our way in their soulless façade,
they gossip to their peers about the news over here,
the autumnal shift from emerald to bronze,
willows who wept in the heat of summer days,
dandelions dotting the ridges of a rolling hillside,
at times dipping their toes in the whispering waters
of a backyard creek caressing the moss
atop smooth and shimmering stones.
From nothing you surged as entropy evermore,
and from everything you share your entities,
the very body you call your own, the breath
you maintain in this cyclical palindrome;
as mere extensions of the singularity’s core,
you find yourself in this position of awe,
gazing at the consequences never meant to be seen.
How fortunate we are to find ourselves here
in a sea of tumultuous chaos, conscious and
ever-so present in the discovery of knowledge.
To look to the past through a tubular lens
and remain unknowing of time’s present state,
the physical probabilities of potentials unforeseen
bending the rays of time to juxtapose new and old;
reality remains a pervasive illusion
evading the grasps of human cognition. Our
consciousness supersedes the premise of us all,
but our curiosity quivers in the breath of the
meaningless; how could something so rare
and inconceivable surmount to nothing more
than the imminent emergence of an empty abyss?
We must never misjudge the reign of the cosmos,
lose all hope that nothing awaits --
this I will not believe.
From nothing I surged as entropy evermore,
and from everything I share my entities,
the very body I call my own, the breath
I maintain in this cyclical palindrome;
as mere extensions of the singularity’s core,
I find myself in this position of awe,
gazing at the consequences never meant to be seen.
Mar 6, 2024
Mar 6, 2024 at 3:22 AM UTC
There is no snow, a left turn is a careening roll
7, 8, 9 times, all along the road
Until the carriage turns over and makes us again feel whole
We count the moments that it stays, before it encrypts code
Juxtapose, lizards and rats, seagulls and bats
The underlying message is psychological attack
And when she opened up her mouth she let out a hack
So devastating and depressing that she turned and spat
These old bones and these old dreams are a glimpse of what's passed
And though the skies are turning gray, the blues, in mind, will last
A silver lining is a metaphor, it's never really been
A line designed to separate the sadness from the sin
My friends tell me I am a crosswalk between truth and hate
But in the end the truth is those who despise can relate
Detesting the human race is something worth the time
That's taken to reflect on my stubborn, fizzled mind
A shotgun is all we need to see the light of day
And one bullet is all it takes for them to steal it away
So grab your jewelry and your cash and clip them to your vest
Because your family wants to know the score when you lay to rest
Faultless isn't really a word, thoughtless is a theology
You say spell cat, I say spell Keynesian economy
Aristotle spent years trying to prove epistemology
Existentialism wiped him out with one written dichotomy.
Waiting for my ride to get to the drop of dreams
And when I take just enough I will be caught up in screams
The world around is shaking violently and everything gleams
And the golden from the sunshine on the buildings are my streams
I want to lie in branches made of paper and long legs
Keeping our eyes open, we're all stepping over eggs
Is it any wonder why my strife and struggles bleed?
A warm body and an acid bath are all I truly need.
Feb 17, 2011
Feb 17, 2011 at 6:57 PM UTC
The dark purity of the night, I lustily sought,
to juxtapose it with the exhilaration filling in me
seeing her lush,nude body's eager anticipation.
Each cell comes alive, in her libidinous embrace,
Her erogenous silken touches,blends with the satin sheen
of sheer black cover darkness unfurls one end to the other,
the dreamy lighted spots, embellish the nightscape's opulence.
Night, anointed us with the fluence of love, when our supple bodies,
entangled in the bed till we drunk slept, blissfully lost the world.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC
We didn't last forever;
the word attaches shackles
and chains that restrain,
and is better left unspoken--
never uttered, always locked
in the bars of my ribcage
where it restlessly remains
in utmost agony.
Then,
it stops.
The silence haunts me,
and my ribcage is imbalanced.
With laughter filled with tears,
and nonchalance juxtapose passion,
I whisper:
"Nothing lasts forever.
We fell apart like rose petals
amongst heavy storms."
The mask slips;
I avert my
red-rimmed eyes.
"But we could have--
oh darling,
we could have."
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
Twisting
Slithering
A never-ending chaotic morass
Winding through
No sooner does the light of dawn bleed over the horizon
Than the shadowy form of dread
Eclipses and quenches the fledgling beam
Waging a constant battle
Darkness always seemingly victorious
or...
Ba da da ba
Juxtapose the extremities
Daddy-o
The slicker downs a bottle of rye
Hits the open road in a beat up coupe
Off to see that daring young man
On the flying trapezoid
Zoom - zap - yowza
Upside
Downside
Thru the water
Ellipsis!!
Awakening
Comes
Slowly
But
Inevitably
Like
the inexorable process
Of
continental d r i f t
Self-awareness
Dawns upon the unsuspecting soul
Crashing down
Edifice of substance
No more.
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 10:46 AM UTC
Alkaline eyes
As if pierced by some awl,
As if hallowed by some blunt axe,
As if to juxtapose
Bee stung lips.
Cabaret music,
Dead souls,
Dancing corpses.
Ella Enchanted:
Swinging, Swirling, Swaying, Swabbing
Sick, Suffering, yet
Sauntering;
Sweaty Socage with
Scummy Suede-heads,
Stocking
Satan’s Sweet Sibling.
Swollen Skeleton,
Skin Shunned and Shivering,
Shadowed, her face;
Shock-less eye Sockets
Tired grow her limbs,
Unction bottled in her heart.
Unaware, her clientele,
Zeal in their eyes.
Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 10:14 PM UTC
They told me I wasn't needed, so I left
breeze past closed doors, collar up
Into what was waiting.
The day fresh with light
like a wine glass beside candle's flame
still the sky kept out of sight,
looking at the ground.
Burning sensations like hunger
and my car still doesn't go in reverse
look both ways
and roll.
Accelerating still
again and again
I'm going home
after this.
no, after this..
Welcomes, blessings.
Tea is enjoyed.
Burning sensations...
Televisions always get the best of me,
i'm glad we went into the mountain.
Wine glass light
and the stones were waiting
when we came around that bend
to discover the flat tire that fixed itself where air used to be.
I was glad
and I think so was the child
the rock that popped the tire sparkled in the sun
and there was love in the cold
The man that came to the rescue wore a beard
and a zip up jump suit
grey.
Life spilling into red rimmed eyes
with a wrench.
Welcomes. Blessings.
His home sat on top of the hill like the lightest of stones.
The rain had pulled the roots through the earth
and showed trees how they were related.
It was a mess of natural.
Correctly out of place.
Tempered by elements
people and places
looking at looking is true seeing
mirrors in juxtapose breathe deep.
The view was there along with it
and then we were inside.
And then we were outside
but it was death dancing in it.
Destruction then!
Almighty chaos!
how serene we might seem from afar,
and we are,
but here, under the skin,
Burning Sensations!
and again going home.
and again finding it somewhere you hadn't left it.
And I was here the whole time.
Your breath will catch you.
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 1:33 AM UTC
Goodnight I say to you.
As darker thoughts to disclose.
As our intentions do juxtapose.
To face my tears
With but a brave smile.
Words never so hostile.
To a mind which works in pairs.
Of myself and you.
This is yet true.
We were just a lie.
In such a torrent we are just a sigh.
Cast upon the breeze.
Left to chance with such ease.
How can love live so free?
Ponder this without the you with me.
Fears may fall,
Just as pain, to raise another wall.
Break them back down for old times sake.
Now there's more at stake.
Show me you learned.
Something from every bridge you burned.
Justify every little lie.
Teach me why I cry.
Tears to shed in vain,
Shed over you?
The one thing, I cannot attain.
Tell me, what would you do?
When one most adored,
Simply just gets bored?
When the same words once spoken
Leave you shattered, broken...
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 10:57 PM UTC
the man you thought
you wanted is on the ground
and nearly dead
with thoughts of
empty promises still
racing through his head
his time was running
down in numbers to
a timely end
crawling over to the
gutter he'd sing the
name of long lost friends
the echo would rain
reality on the dreamland
he was in
set fire to the statue
of you he erected
in passionate sin
you asked me here
to let me bleed and
writhe upon the floor
I've since forgotten
all those petty things
I loved before
you implore me to
substitute the cold
air in the room
that now lies empty
of memory & it is
now set in with gloom
you need somewhere
to stow away your
sickness and grace
you want to feel like
the muse, flower
petals on your face
a work of art that must
be exposed in some
dangerous place
to juxtapose
all of those whom
love will not embrace
I know too well the
doom and gloom
conspiring with the moon
I feel fate now frowning
and the feeling
start to loom
& I'll never understand
the way you manage
to twist that knife
I'll bleed to death with
a sense of warmth deep
somewhere inside
I'll relieve that breath
of relief from the
torment in my mind
I'll be the awful thing
your soul needs
at this point in time
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
You've been wondering that you've got
No tiny false extraction point
A deluded perception of reality
Blood flowing round the corner of the streets
There's a creeping centralisation of power
And a hoarse whisper in your ears
It's time for your magnanimous self
To let the ego drain away
A thousand battles and memoirs
Those anecdotes you never read
They're the fables of your life
Hinging upon a soft limerick
And now when you try to
Juxtapose those thoughts in your mind
The imbecile beings around
Whitewash your victory and demise.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
All surrounded by
chatter the likes
we have never seen.
A lone tree spreads its beams
up to the sky
in front of an antique memory;
shaping a factory.
I cast a question to a fake fire
that glitters and moves
with the unearthly heat
of an old lover
known in my teenage years.
I wonder where you are
and why we sit apart,
when the moon is a trumpeteer
and the sun is a herald.
And here,
In a small corner of a small place,
in the world, a small man
sings about love.
While a ballroom somewhere
in a nameless Metropolis
holds a God that prays
about money.
I wonder where you sit,
in the shade of broken plaster
spilling out soft Celtic rhyme
in the hands of Johnny Cash
and Jimmy Dean in miniature.
As a slow breeze comes,
a soft kiss runs
all for a lonely girl
with hands all curled
around directionless oars.
Their sky held by a trace
scented like a relic.
And somewhere in a furnace
the rest of us sit.
Somewhere in the middle
of Juxtapose street.
Aug 1, 2012
Aug 1, 2012 at 10:09 AM UTC