Adroitly Poems | Examples

Where Are We All Going

Where are we all going
his daily appeal   
it’s not really knowing
the pace and uncertainty   
that has him agog 
we’re moving so fast
bubbling and roiling in a tumultuous fog 
with ubiquitous gadget at rest in his palms
keyboard and thumbs ready to play
thumbs adroitly evolved
to deliver whatever it is he chooses to say
information and knowledge with no limit abound
opinions and egos both delicate and brash
new things to offend every day being found
labels and pronouns more important than air 
it can no longer be called as it’s always been seen
referring  to someone by gender or size  
now admonished as being disrespectful and mean 
with all of this change awash in his head
his thumbs are on pause, ready to send
all he wants is a “delivered to home” take-away meal
but is profoundly concerned that “short” crust will offend.

Sight Unseen

Immaculate perception
its vision so pure
Beyond all deception
adroitly demurred
A birth without legacy
an orphan unnamed
Judgment abandoned
—redemption proclaimed

(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)

Mail Lady

The van jolts its way into our street.
She hops about in her animated cage
from dashboard to counter
adroitly cardsharping the world.

To her is given a great dispensing,
deftly she sorts
the trivial from the eventful,
flicks the lid of our mail boxes
as dire epistles are bundled with the trite
and the slight.

Each mail box now bears witness
that we are important enough to be persuaded,
pursued and pestered.
for she sorts and sends
and we wait expectantly to discover 
if we are recorded within a printed letter,
then wave as the little van chugs away 
on its rubber tread.
even though those white envelopes
may hint of trouble ahead.

Captivate

We look outward, here upon earth
Ego anchored, devoid of mirth
Fleeting joy that’s mirrored by pain
Bound head to foot by desire’s chain
Caught in a web, our heart did weave
Time’s now that we cease to so grieve
Conscience showing us path correct
That love aligned, we stand erect

Before each act, let’s take a pause 
Discern if lower mind the cause
Mindful eye, thus always aware 
Adroitly sidesteps ego snare
In timeless time, heart becomes pure
Resolve firm, each test we endure
Our consciousness, witness presence
Aligned with God’s omnipresence 

Attention posed in cessation 
Tranquil calm, our meditation 
Magnetic currents pervade form
Invaded by benign bliss storm 
Captivated by a love mist
We surrender; do not resist
Ceasing to size, we vaporise
In as ordained, God realise

13-January-2022

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Laugh Or Cry - Our Choice

Nimble desires inimical 
Conscience sounds a warning alarm
Free will adroitly pulse disarms
Nestled in bliss ineffable 

Discord within and all around
Soul presence within body sighs
Our heart sinks, fallen from erst highs
Fierce winds abound, wherein soul bound

Wherefrom springs feral thoughts shoddy
Causation of hearts contraction 
Clear light dawns in meditation 
Knowing we are not mind-body

Delusion blocks spherical sight
Thus we indulge in narrowness 
Failing to recognise oneness
This bondage is cause of our plight

Judgmental eye labels others
Respecting not each soul journey 
Making merry, cease to worry
Embracing each, as our brother

Fleeting joy and pain will not last
Nurture tenderly, loving soul
Renounce wearisome ego goals
Ascension assured; die is cast

In, not within, life in motion
Ceasing to size, we vaporise 
Pure heart, receptive to surprise 
Each life breath, a celebration 

Oh hermit, we are in a dream
Be still, in quiet surrender 
Behold Gods delightful wonders
Enjoy the movie, as it streams

11-July-2021

Amazing Ally Solitude

Alone at four this silence my amazing ally

The quiet is astoundingly amplified

One person always awakes adroitly

Once again annoys, but I aspire to align 

One accolade accomplished; I didn't scream

I can only be accessible if

Alone again adjust my thoughts to God 

Date: 04/08/2021

Hasty Judgments

He was late to school as usual
therefore punished
because he daily fed the street dog
who was famished

Member of Alcoholics Anonymous 
neighbours sneered at his confessions
although his hip flask was empty 
his mission offering hope and inspiration

Frequent cash withdrawals
viewed with suspicion by his wife
whilst he performed small miracles
assisting the needy to rebuild their life

Division of family property
he settled by a wager
manoeuvring adroitly
that his own share be smaller

The void holds all secrets
in a non-judgmental stance
divine love arms open in embrace
in vibrant joyful innocence 

25-January-2021

Slow Boat

The slow route, no shortcuts please
Delusion removal one step at a time
As layer by layer we gently unfreeze
To entwine with divine love sublime 

Picking up any aberration, say desire
We struggle not, simply change direction
Turning inwards divine ignition afire
We imbibe & assimilate blissful elation

Or flipping desire, we encounter fear
Rooted in ephemerality, a mere illusion
Turning within we draw divine love near
Rapturous bliss renewing its ignition 

We hurry not, pausing to smell the roses 
The journey more beautiful than imagination
Adroitly sidestepping ego’s alluring poses
In tune with Ohm in an unending continuation

College Admission Scandal

They wanted the best for their children,
hovering through the toddler years,
giving them what they wanted,
giving more to avoid any tears.

When their kids became teens, they wanted fame,
building an image for their now empty life,
devoid of moral direction and sense of duty,
leading to personal crises and strife.

The university published standards,
too high so they decided to cheat.
They paid a fixer to get their child in,
using money as a bribe to be discreet.

But the scam was discovered, made public
and the greedy parents, now distressed,
listened to lawyers and admitted wrongdoing
and standing before cameras, adroitly confessed.

I'm sad for the children of these parents,
underachievers and misguided, for sure.
Unprepared for an independent future,
with no inner peace and morally immature.

An Excercise In Alliteration

The garrulous, Greek grape gatherers,
Joined joyously with jocund japes,
The olive pickers and Ostrich plucker’s,
Celebrating the seasons success in song.

The querulous quiver of musical quavers,
From a quorum of quality wine quaffer’s
Reverberated robustly round the room,
And resonated rhythmically from the roofs rafters.

An altercation arose amongst some aggressive Athenians,
Averting an armed argument was avoided adroitly,
By brave, bold buskers, brusquely berating their bombast,
And loudly and laudably lamenting such Loutish leanings.
Personally I drank my Retsina and went back to my Hotel,

Lamb Brains For Breakfast

Old heads know more,
but can't explore anymore.
Justly, they exploit experience,
adroitly squishing creativity.
Too old to play,
with naivety.

Betwixt Straddle and Poised Precarious

Straddling is safe with grips each side secure,
    but progress requires the flip flop position, 
    secured on one side or the other, not looking down or back.
It’s iffy to lift a foot implanted
    with footholds secure in straddled camps.
To poise precarious with return annulled
    to go binary with uncertainties, with flip or flop.
It’s yeah or neigh, not betwixt nor between,
    for or against, not poised procrastinating
    nor straddling serendipitous with free fall.
Like a climber, securing three firm grips before
    letting one grip go, and reaching up for next handhold.
This keeps ambivalence under control,
    stepping adroitly and securely,
    without looking back or down,
    making assertive progress one step at a time
    on a three-legged stool.

Discrimination

However it goes, nobody knows
Whatever your belief
You as you are, and those afar
Through centuries of toil and grief
Hardships they solved, as they evolved
Bring us to date and time
The past is the past, today won't last
Opportunities pushed to the side
With flag unfurled, in a perfect world
Equality and freedom are one
With sword and shield, privileges yield
Then both become undone
Color or race, religion and mates
Must fight for what's legally theirs
Riches and waste, power and taste
Blindly turn from despair
Bitter and charred, Solutions come hard
Ignorance and greed are withstanding
Social issues, adroitly abused
Are solved with understanding


    an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner

A Tapestry of Fantasies

And so, what will we do with what the nimble heart hath woven, fantasies that can never be, however adroitly constructed.  Indeed, what shall become of those sad tapestries of intricate detail?  Shall we hang them upon honored walls of memory?  Or shall they be folded as treasured keepsakes, away from the curious and condemning eyes of those who lack the passion to understand.  Did we want to display them?  Or would it have been better if the threaded pain were sealed away, evidenced only by a memory. But does it really matter?  The woven texture was imperfect at best.  It was proven flawed and foolish from the beginning.  And, if we wished to save them, it may be for a lie we needed to tell ourselves.  Hang them, or do not.  They matter little now; they never really mattered at all.

Table For One

Table for One  


Striding adroitly through the garbled air 
Never more debonair and dapper
Drawing the attentions of the curious 
Aloof, detached, distinguished 
One impulse shy of normalcy

Again without accompaniment, as his own escort 
Too honest, too eccentric to play the dating games
Oblivious to the stares and murmurs of the fickle crowd
Destined for another date disaster

Onward into the din of the chattering herd
Keeping a safe distance from himself
No time for amenities, no chance of flirtations or temptations
No corsage to balance the embittered interiors

Wiser in resolve, from vows taken to never again feel 
Impervious to the possibility of romance
Undaunted and indifferent, 
Masterfully hiding the damage within
Knowing too well the ravages of love gone bad
Never again to experience the horrors of rejection

How many in your party, sir?
One, just one........
Very well, sir. This way..........
Table, table for one..........

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