Astutely Poems | Examples

Precipice

"Pleasure is the carrot dangled
To lead the ass to market or the precipice"
And when it is astutely angled
It will its objective  more than suffice
How many have fallen for such a reward
To find themselves embedded in ice
While hoping for a lustful concord
There comes no greater fall in a trice
When tangled in such a  honeyed trap
For which must be paid the price
Of leaping ere you look to take the rap

Absolutely

Absolutely, and astutely;
Positively, most assuredly.

Yes exactly, matter of factly;
Not despite’ly, simply rightly.

Days blue, or sunny and brightly, 
Stars in the black and beautiful nightly.

Quaint and cutely, 
Bold and astutely,

Not to be rude’ly, Just Absolutely.

Absolutely, play the flute’ly
Facts not always believed with proof’ly,
 
Without refute’ly, speaking truth’ly
Don’t like this poem, don’t give a hoot’ly

Amen church, to the aged, and youth’ly
Shout it out’ly, quietly, loudly, 

Like it, lump it, toss it, dump it, constitute’ly,
Whatever suits thee, 
don’t mean to be brut’ly, Absolutely.

Oblivion

Fortified ponderous wandering soul
Reaching for the stars above 
Blessed and beautiful barely whole
Gods wayward plan to send me love
Oblivious and cast away 
Undaunted meanderings hit a wall
Sun rises moon fades away
Hungry my soul stands astutely tall

I43

A belle with a beauteous smile
Taking me truly an extra mile
A sweet and charming tinkle
In her talk during the mingle
With an astutely graceful walk!
With a bunch of hair on lock
Steals my heart in a way cool
Such a gorgeous diva beautiful
Wherever you traverse that land
Becomes fertile in a way grand
For thou are the eternal deity
Unto many a folk and entity
The sheen you flaunt ever
Has a superb glow forever
Methinks it is thy aura cool
That overpowers me plentiful..!!

Steps

The ancient philosopher Heraclitus astutely said…on the banks of a river in Babylon…”You cannot step into the same river twice…for the waters are continually flowing on.”

I think that also works for any step we take in life…with each step perhaps we get a little bolder…at the very least with every step…we’ve grown another step older.

Perhaps that’s why we love our morning walks…to see nature’s changing beauty on display…to try and find the subtle changes today…from yesterday.

Changes in the sky, in the trees, in us as we walk along the street 
in the clouds, in the ocean, in the animals, in the people whom we meet.

Every day we start out feeling like children on Christmas…anticipating a surprise…and every day we find them…with our one-day older eyes.

We don’t have a choice the way life moves…the way things change subtly from day to day…and as we take our walk each morning…we wouldn’t have it any other way.

So Simple and So Sincere

So simple and so sincere
are the flow of meaningful words
spoken with infinite tenderness,
and these have ultimately changed me...
restoring this faith that was of another sphere;
murmured with and convincing tone so astutely.

Our Values Should Be

Our values should be written
on posters with a believer's conviction
to incite a protest and end it
with peaceful intentions;
if others don't agree, ignore them.

Our values are the image
of ourselves, of what we proclaim to be
without compromising our introspective
towards the opponents humiliating us;
isn't victory obtained with a constant effort,
not worrying about losses?
One wins a battle astutely,
not with vicious attacks on the enemy;
look forward to your imminent victory!

Our values reflect the concept of faith,
nobody is a lesser human being;
luck doesn't shine on all;
but if it chooses a humble person, 
that fortune will not change him. 

Wealth is a prized possession based on greed;
it's a glamorous thought to gain
the status of a respectable person admired
only for his riches, not for his perspective
or his apparent deception.

Our values should be
kept according to our belief,
discarding what others think;
it's a fountain splashing and refreshing,
don't stop its flow: it's life-giving water.

To Anom Kins

Pr'y'
Purely perfect Priya sister
Shining like a star aster
Being her birthday today
I wish come what may
Dainty delightful dashing doll
Divine debonair damsel small
Stars extoll her mien
How sweet it’s they mean..!
Soon she scales progress new
Taking from my verse a cue
May all eclats be hers
Besides this my verse
I wish her a jubilant life ever
Thus she relishes all flavour..!!

n'n'
Resembling your father astutely
Nani, you are cute bubbly
Blessed with a lad and lass
You are always full of class
Mukutban being your town great
Folks there have heart straight
Blessed are you with smile sweet
On your birthday here I tweet
May your like has pleasures all
With all divine leisure tall..!!

v''shn'v' 
In traditional Marathi attire awesome
My kin gives a smile wowsome
Mona’s joy knows no bound
As Vaishnavi Mami steals the show abound
The season seems to be of birthdays
Full of luminous light rays
May her mami have a joyuful life
With all cheer and never a strife
Amar and Mona wish you much
Of course with fervour such..!!
Well that redefines humanity fully..!

To Mum and Pa

Belligerent belle in drapes blue
Beautifully adorned in class hue
Sweet manners to please my dad
For he is a sharp sumptuous lad
Together you both redefine love
Of course I verse now with wow
May you soon be blessed with
A kid of my choice herewith
Astutely cute and sober such
Like my mom and pa much
Years of prayers and boon
Will fetch you a sonny soon
Then you get a lass awesome
To make thy lives wowsome…!!

Ode To Melancholy

Tho' woe begone I am found too deep,
         my silent suffering has a credulous will
         unwilling acceptance, it strives to keep
         persistence edging towards that landfill.

         Resentment of those the pain it carries,
         such viciousness to move a past master
         to exude fall and pain my twain it varies,
         in all matters, relating to each disaster.

         The difference is unhurried melancholy,
         it has blatantly given us smaller mercies
         which often force us into choosing folly
         to instigate the mind our outrage curses.

          It leaves one as this indigenous species,
          insurgence swore astutely, with a blithe
         disgruntled sorrow as the will decreases,
          bearing down, too wrought to be alive.

          Yet grief defines how hoary overawed,
          upon this discovery without it resolute
            not far from keeping, my having stalled 
           much sleeping in this state of ill-repute.

Who Are You

You caught my eye as I passed by
Astutely dressed dark suit and tie
Hair well kept eyes of green
Tall and svelte broad and lean

You filled my dreams with love and lust
A visionary quest I behold to trust
Sweatsoaked sheets pillow held tight
You captured my soul from first sight

I visited baristas and local shops too
Hoping to see if you were true
Empty and vacant I looked down the street
Who Are You? Who put this spell upon me

Did my eyes betray my heart and my soul
Never like this a part of my whole
Sleepless I search day and night
For you I think are my Mr. Right

A perilous journey a heart wrenching tale
Love at first sight could set me a sail
But if I can but find him and bind him with rope
Heartstrings of madness love and of hope.

They Burned Another Saint: Joan of Arc

Joan of Arc was the holiest one living in an era of kill-and-take,
she led the French army against the British who were slowly advancing;
was she forced to disguise herself as astutely as she could by wearing 
soldier's clothes to prevent brutal attacks and possible rape?

Tied to a pillar like the Witches of Salem,
she screamed in fiery blazes invoking angels for comfort while she was dying;
they accused her of heresy, but her humble words were true and convincing...
" I proclaim truth as Jesus of Bethlehem! "

" Burn, warrior, burn for your lies until your bones turn into ashes! "
Were the cruel insults of the raging British soldiers blocking out mercy;
" I have seen saints, not demons: I ask for compassion, not sympathy! "
 Joan of Arc shouted Christ's name overwhelmed by smoke and flames.

Who was to blame for her atrocious death? The British? The French? The Clergy?
Who didn't have a tarnished conscience, not believing she was a true saint?
" I forgive you for your madness; free me now, spare me the pain of agony! "
She begged the mocking soldiers who didn't feel a bit of pity but continued to chant.

Is Your Refrigerator Running

Is Your Refrigerator Running

Late at night while sleeping or in a trance
Contemplating philosophic thoughts about the universe
Children called on the phone and postulated
An age old question about refrigeration
They shouted loud into the receiver
“Is your refrigerator running sir?!” 
(I added the word “sir” since they did not… they must have forgot)
I checked my refrigerator quickly and checked its pulse
Looked inside to discover cold, outside was running hot 
Somewhere about its lower region it seemed too hot
The children were so wise, so smart, so intelligent
They astutely suggested that I go and catch it
My refrigerator was running wild with fever
I did not want to get or catch what it might have 
What if it’s contagious? 
Tomorrow I throw my refrigerator away
And buy a lunch box to replace it
One with Batman or Superman on the lid
Refrigerators have become too complicated
I just need a simple box to keep stuff in
I must remember to thank the kids for what they did

Drug Culture

This what would happen in an alternate Universe
Many things would be different and oceans dispersed.
There's no such thing as hunger, water or air.
Because everyone's a vapor without any care.
C	
We float around ambiguously trying to speak
Listening to the sounds of the impermeable weak
No one told you about this project ongoing
It's called X gene, selfless absorbing 
R
It turns you into a gene pooled blob
Alters your DNA and pops your corn cob
Making popcorn with your soul 
Seemingly making you whole.
A
This is what happens when you take too much
Your brain will end up on the sidewalk and such
Basically you won't ever come back
From smoking and smoking that god awful crack.
C
Drugs are bad mmkay
This what I say
K
Stay in drugs, go to milk and don't do school. 
See what happens, now who’s the fool?

Anyone annotates astutely astounds
But baby bounces ballistic-ally brags
Can catching crazy come coining creativeness?

Sorry

The usual ashen sky
cursed the frozen road
because nothing ever changed
on that long ride home
The car skipped over the icy patches
as it so astutely had done before
there were no tepid words or half smiles
just a rattle in that old, neglected door
Yet, somehow, the car made no notice
of the rusty patches on our face
it just hugged that wintry road
leaving unforgettable tracks of rage
I remember once, when we all 
laughed and stood in one place
never cowered from shadows
and the sun dried our face
But Dad raised his hand again
and I mistakenly winced in pain
I had broken my promise 
we lost another game

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