The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts

Every morning, I open the curtain
Hoping for some sun to pour in
Some days, I get a shining radiance
That gives a majestic illusion of permanance
Only to have it take a break
Almost exactly the very next day
When the clouds roll in and the rain pours down
Thunder roars, lightning flashes all around
It showers the city with acid and carbon
Melting away concrete that took weeks to harden
I watch as the city slowly fades
Into the sillhouette that was once my escape
A place containing many a memory
That I’ve recorded in ink and written down as history
Awaiting in silence for the sun
To sing its song of frivol and fun
To dry up the gloom of humid rain
To illuminate the paths that few dare to take
To warm the frozen hearts that roam
Around this street without a soul
To shed some light on the lack of humanity
That takes place in this atrocity of a city
Maybe the sun will shine again
Well, it will… but who knows when…

MG

This limerick is for mums
Who work through rain and sun
To make sure the family’s fed
To ensure the kids are well-bred
To provide both discipline and fun

Mothers all over the world
Care for their boys and girls
Loving them despite their flaws
Guiding them to do house chores
Watching as the future unfurls

Mothers work ever so hard
Tis truly quite an art
To manage a family
To maintain stability
To give their kids a fresh start

Mothers are rather great
We ought to appreciate
The effort it took them
To be good parents
Such love is shown on Mothers’ Day

 

MG

The romantic in me
Falls in love with beauty
A beauty so real
It remains unseen

Tis the beauty of a moment
Trees — nature’s monument
Grapes — that will ferment
Leaves — colour grey cement

Tis the beauty of people
Whose spark makes you feel
Whose presence makes you special
The beauty of family

Tis the beauty of sunsets
A harmonious duet
A beauty that pulls us away from regret
A beauty we shant forget

The romantic in me
Falls in love with beauty
A beauty so real
It’s experienced, not seen

 

MG

You have a voice.

They will try to silence you.
They will make cacophonous noises.
They will project onto you their issues.
They will use you to fill their voids.

But,
you have a voice
that is worth being heard.
One of eloquence and poiuse
One that sings like a bird.

You have a voice
That echoes over the silence
That silences the noise
That weans off the violence.

You have a voice.

How you use it…
…is your choice.

 

MG

I promised to write more than sappy love letters
But all of a sudden you popped up out of nowhere
Into my life, you came unexpectedly
And never left, merely transformed into me

See, we were separate once, many moons ago
Not so many that I can’t recall, though
The memories have faded, new ones have formed
Each taking a varied shape; some robust, some deformed

Nonetheless, you and I never really started
For the same reason, never actually departed
Somewhere along the way we simply merged
Like the oceans welcoming newly melted icebergs

Tonight, of all nights, out of the blue
You sang to me an unforgotten tune
Lyrics to a song that were once my inspiration
Music to the words evoking your emotions

Back when we met, that same song of ours
Was sung to another who I’d dated for hours
At least it would seem, now that time has passed
Reminiscing over a past I knew wouldn’t last

I’m curious though, do you still remember those years?
When we sat on the steps confronting our fears?
Drinking bottle after bottle, drowning out our sorrows
Repeating the cycle each and every morrow

Until one day, I grew bored of you
Dropped the alcohol, took a break from you, too
At least for a while, I let you linger in the background
Stalking the possibility that you’d come ’round

Tonight, of all nights, I finally know why
I’ve kept the memory of you alive
Seeing you again after all this time
Refreshed, rejuvenated, so full of life

I knew in an instant that you felt it, too
Looking at me was a reflection of you
Both of us needed to be renewed
Yet until it happened, we hadn’t a clue

Here we stand, staring at each other
Wondering what to say to one another
Our decade worth of consistent warfare
All to hide a deluded affair

Unspoken words with unworded flirts
Optical conversation conducted with smirks
Somehow we spoke with facial expressions,
Eye-contact, and minimal diction

You were torn in that moment, a dilemma at bay
For you hadn’t decided if you wanted to stay
Or if you were visiting just for a day
You were torn between your boredom and our game

That’s when I snapped you back to reality
Reminded you that you’re already part of me
You seem to think you’re a separate entity
But you’re an iceberg that melted into the sea

You pulled me into your fantasy
Thought you could write me off as a dream
Then didn’t realise you’d fallen head first
Into the intricacies of my world

All I did was sit back and smile
Knowing it would take you only a while
To realise that you wanted more
Than you ever would’ve let yourself before

Which is why today, you showed up again
Seeking, nay, begging for my attention
Yet if I were to give it, you’d put up resistance
All because you love the thrill of the chase

We’re different yet alike; we’re Jekyll and Hyde
Of the same body but not the same mind
Of the same emotion but opposite reactions
Of the same actions with differing interpretations

What I do, you hope to achieve
What you do, will be my history
Together, you and I present the illusion
That we’re filled with complications and confusion

When in truth, we’re both quite simple
We wear the same masks, bear the same ego
We step out the door in our human costume
Pretending time and again that we’re one of them

It’s been so long now, we’ve even a system
Designed specifically for engaging the humans
When we leave the house, we use your persona
It’s more well-received; people like you better

Behind closed doors, we get to be me
Away from humanity, we’re finally free
When we’re with loved ones, we merge ourselves
Bolster our strengths and offer some help

Now I won’t tell you what we’re like around enemies
That part of our strategy shall remain a mystery
Just know that when it comes to war
More than victory, justice is worth more

Our life is not as hard as it seems
In fact, it’s rather entertaining
And perhaps (more than) a little exhausting
But c’est la vie, we live amongst humans.

 

MG

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PRODIGAL POETRY

(Inspired by the SAT 2018-19 Wordlist)

I was adamant about writing
this aberration of a poem
However boisterous, brusque
However bombastic or brazen

A cacophony of words
concocted on the screen
A decorous debauchery
derived
from the dictionary

What eccentric elicitation
to evoke an efficacy
I simply cannot fathom
this fastidious fidelity

Tis grandiose grandiloquence,
garrulous to say the least
Yet somehow this heterogenous hegemony
reflects the dreams of a hedonist

It takes an idiosyncratic iconoclast
to integrate such irrevocable irreverence
Just to juxtapose the difference
between the jubilant and the judicious

By now, half of you are pining for kudos
and the other half await the knell
For some, language is lucid and heavenly;
to others, it’s licentious, lethargic – it’s hell

For me, I’m a maverick at manifesting manuscripts,
but mercurial when mitigating a myriad of metamorphoses
And you? Are you a nomadic neophyte?
Or a nefarious novice fighting the nebulous fight?

These questions have no ostensibly objective answers –
From the perspective of the young, the old are obsolete
In the eyes of the elders, youth are oblivious to orthodoxy
Each finds the other to be onerous and obstinate
Blinded by humanity’s ostentatious opulence

Such are the paradoxical paradigms that perplex people:
Are we the partisans of pejorative pathology?
Are we the potentate of a precocious precipice?
Or are we plainly presumptuous in our prepossessing preponderance?

What could quench this quixotic quagmire?
What could quell this quandary of querulous queries?
Reveling in the rebellion of words that we write
Wondering if this recalcitrant rant can be reprieved.

This surfeit of saliently scrupulous syntax
Though superfluous, the sagacity is surreptitiously stoic
The torturous tirade tells tales of temperance
Of tenable temerity, truculently intrepid

For utilitarian purposes, a utopia usurped
To allude the understanding of ubiquitously underrated words
Vehemently variegated yet vociferous and verbose
Though the veracity is venerable, the vacillation is vacuous

Such wanton and whimsical words have been written
Some winsome and others wistful. So wallow in sorrow
Over why the list did not have xenophobic,
Nor xylography, or xerosis, not even xenolithic!

But somehow they’ve included “yoke”…
…this most certainly is a joke!
This effort zealously zooming to zenith
to await the final zephyr

 

MG

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Space,
as in the place
in our universe
where the planets
are placed?

Space,
as in the pauses
between sentences
where the spaces
are placed?

Space,
as in the boxes
of rooms we pay for
where the economy
defines our place?

Space,
as in the metaphorical oxygen
you need in order to breathe
because you’ve been suffocated by
a partner who doesn’t
know her place?

Space,
as in the physical reflection
of a human ego,
the amount one needs
so that they can grow?

Space,
as in conceptual nothingness
to remind you of everything
you now realise is meaningless
all because you wanted this thing…

…called space?

Space.

 

MG

 

Write a poem without a theme
A concoction of words across the screen
Nothing of meaning
Lacking in feeling
Write a poem that’s easier than breathing

Here’s that poem for which you asked
Wearing frivolous diction as a mask
A few minutes pass
And alas
Here’s that poem I have been tasked

What’s the purpose of this poem?
I can’t find a reason, I just don’t know
Write with the flow
And this is what shows?
What is the purpose of your poem?

There is none, as declared in the first line
Or’ve you forgotten your initial desire?
A poem to write
With nothing to describe
Such was the challenge to write these lines

Well then I thank thee for such nullity
For words drenched all over in mediocrity
For mere quantity
And no quality
Thank you for sacrificing… nullity

My dear friend, you get what you ask for
And what you required was something mediocre
You wanted nothing more
Than plain and simple words
So here’s that poem you requested before

A point you may have, my comrade, touche
Your simplicity has opened my eyes today
I’d invite you stay
A fair game you’ve played
One that ended in the word “touche”.

 

MG

 

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