Best Absoluteness Poems
She showed me the clouds
and how to walk on the ninth one. A dreamer.
In the absoluteness of her mind, no barriers
exist within existence
as if her battles have
been won. I think she craves to fly,
past those clouds---another possibility
to make possible, a challenge
to challenge. Or dream about.
She probably thinks that when I complain
I cannot see the clouds,
the way she did when things got rough
in life. Of course, I beg to differ.
She dreams. I live. I don't
keep my eyes on clouds all day
as if there is nothing else to see
to make me understand the world better.
I suppose I'll rest one day, exhausted
by the what-ifs and whys, while Mama smiles
and points upward.
My feelings are mosaic,
scattered and multi-colored.
There is no set pattern in the artwork
and no meaning in each separate pane.
Only the whole surface memorable.
Each shard of broken mirror
reflects a parse of the whole.
When pieced together the total vision,
though tattered, comes into clearer focus.
Reflection, a study of the conscious.
Moments of time tell no tale.
Vignettes of a larger tome
monopolize space that holds no fullness,
no revelations of intensity,
dramatism, lyricism, poeticism.
I demand everywhereness,
unbound illimitedness.
Totality of my essentialism
wherein I exist in absoluteness.
my assemblage as a full complement.
Quanta on quanta. Wholeness.
Unequivocally me.
Isabella- such rare beauty of Spain,
accept this fragrant rose from my hand;
I'm a noble by birth, but a humble man:
Ferdinand can give you love without end!
Isabella, even the obssessed Alfonso, King of Portugal,
would ask you in marriage disguising himself as a jester
and on that wooden throne he would marry you in Fall;
stay faithful to me, we accidently met at the Patum Fair!
Kings constantly seek power and a strong wife that is charming
and who can give them children, honor and fidelity;
has such a king ever approached you: bowing down, begging
to marry him and be part of his life and destiny?
No, Isabella- riches don't always promise happiness,
look for someone who has love that will gratify...
and before you make that vow with absoluteness:
look at me and admit there's nothing to justify!
Written on 9/9/2017
Hey what did I miss?
Do I owe you something,
that every time I make a move in life you react?
Do I owe you success?
That every time I drown, making bad decisions
You recognize,
Judging like an expert.
Does it hurt to mind your own business?
To make absoluteness in your own garden?
And Show us how magical your opinions can be,
Unfortunately, I am not even really bothered in what you do
Course I am too focused on what I do.
Few Opportunities I blew,
And I am not afraid to start off building by a canoe
In my life patience is virtue, and that is one of my principles.
I am not running a race, nor am I in competition,
I am passionate, even risk I don't mind taking
And with assurance I am gonna top up my life with a barbeque.
I dont really care what you think of me,
Please do the same,
I am trying to live my life.
Please stay back from following me around, you are not my shade.
Please stay back, I am not getting married, I dont need a brides-maid
And I am not your lake so please stop showing up like you are a mermaid.
I am saying this and it does not mean I am afraid of you
It’s just all irritating.
Let me downgrade,
Of course that would be so unfortunate.
And Let me loose concentration,
Of course that might seem out of fashion.
You are not sorry, so no need to pretend.
Cut the act,
Course I know it is what you wanted to celebrate in a decade.
Maybe it got delayed.
And maybe I overplayed, but that is still not your concern.
Hey, Im trying to live,
I am trying to live my life the best way I know how.
I fall, I brake, I rise, I succeed, I loose, I fail, make bad decisions, overstay in my struggles?
That should not matter.
Please give me a breath,
I am just trying to live
And In advance I forgive you
Just please! stop being pain in the ass, I want relief,
I don’t wanna be aggressive
You are so destructive, please Just exit.
Exit from my bussiness,
The show is full, I don’t need a guest speaker.
You are too lost in my space please go find yourself somewhere else,
And Stop being a gossiper, you will grow weaker.
Stay focused in your own lane, and use your brain,
And Stop peeping through my book, write your own.
Live your life,
I am also trying to live my own the best way I know how.
I am trying to live,
I am trying to live my life, in peace The best way I know how.
Birthday Poem for Mother Leonora
8 April 2015
For only now I understand
The meaning of endurance
For the gravity that you held so grand
I would this day take as compliance
Though I would like to see you
As still young and vibrant
A prayer of another birthday to come through
Your glowing presence is my ritual chant
For all the love and sacrifice
I cannot repay, my life is my indebtedness
For a wonderful lady, there is so much to rejoice
Starting a life with you in the constancy and absoluteness
I am longing for your embrace
I am still the child by your side
Looking every cloth you crocheted, it was time you outfaced
Your sweat of hard work has made great strides
Today is your birthday
Happy Birthday, Mama Leonora
Wishing you a bright, blessed 75th birthday
We love you, our Señora
Soul-moving, heart-touching fabrics
of a canvas-like existence
forming vacuum bubbles of Absoluteness.
Breathless
Life resurrected into quantum pieces
Taking breaths; raining Selflessness
Shocking to awareness,
forming to Feel.
Forming to Live
Breathing to understand;
being breathless to allow self
to live a life
IN Understanding
of a painted, and cried out,
Purpose.
Alleviate "Me".
Watch it unfold
In Breathlessness
of its vast structure
through the Realization
..that there is none..
[2022-07-28, 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 10 Poetry Contest, Mark Toney]
*Image of Education by UY.
A Cog in The Machine
Life advances their kind of entrusting stays,
origin of roots possessing foundation,
flung to care sprouts variable promises,
~~executes each seed.
The great void advents the id of emptiness;
launched needs, yet farfetched and demanding the task,
contending the fathom fact of dimensions,
~~inception account.
Countless bearings operate the mechanism,
instants cognitive effortless life makers,
quintessential beats absence into the void,
~~marked units of time.
Simplistic explanative of a machine,
the inner workings of every component,
jointly toiling as a singularity,
~~a fitting duty.
A pristine canvas lengthens on a tripod,
while a sable paintbrush jabs an empty point,
visionist Seurat and Signac rethink art,
~~Pointillist purview.
A concert hall seasons an orchestra pit,
woodwinds, brass, percussion, strings, keyboards, chorale,
symphonic blends as a meek piccolo peal,
~~a highest-pitched tune.
The world is our stage where we fulfill our roles,
all taking part in a scene that is rehearsed,
a constant performance since opening night,
~~functioning beings.
Inconsequential entity's conjuring
queries who's who, what's what drives absoluteness,
amassed strays, exacts focus o'er all, for I ...
~~... am the unique one.
2022 May 17
*1st Place*
Pick-A-Title, Vol 30
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 May 29
*Title #3
HMS; 11,11,11,5 syllables x 32 lines = 8 sapphic stanzas
Camouflaged in nakedness
beauty
he ate of nature's finest fruit
without dropping a sweat to
reap
without a bleeding wound
the beasts of land and the life
that wings
he subdued
Being the first begotten
the wonder incomprehensible
of a stature of absoluteness
Love and worship came
with no tears of pain and
sacrifice
like the infinite, he consent
with all
The moon never brought him
nightmares
under darkness, was no evil to
haunt him
from within his spirit was the
illumine of the sun
With nature watered by dew
he never saw the skies
overcast and
rivers smoothly find their way
to the silent oceans
But being of earth, the heart
weak in passion
his flesh beguiled him from
perfection
and his soul fell to the foot of
the tree
where drying leaves fell and
cover his nudity off his seeing
eyes
and knowing the coming wrath,
with death he coheres
If I had a star for every moment I wasn't what I could be,
I would hang them all high,
Fists unclenched,
Only to have a wonder,
As bright as Montana big sky,
And there in the midst of the other side of day,
I'd hold on so closely,
To the splendor,
The absoluteness of a dream,
That is only but kismet,
For the comforts I've seen,
But if there's darkness,
Void of cool light,
Or I've taken for granted,
Unbeknownst to me,
Then I'll give it all back,
I'll pluck down my stars stuffed in pockets and hands,
And pay back the world that I've wronged,
With all that I have.
I think, therefore, I am....
the sum of my thought processes,
a self-aware consciousness,
assimilating bits and pieces
of those whose paths I cross;
an expanding evolution
from minuscule inauguration.
I am a by-product of all contemplation,
a meager reflection of society,
left to my own devices.
My destiny I rule, far and wide,
beyond the reach of salvation,
beyond the brink of insanity.
To be or not to be....
is not the question, for I am in existence,
a circumstance I cannot defend.
The question is - what shall I do
with this mortal life?
Do I follow the masses,
abandoning interrogation,
never deliberating for myself?
Shall I, like a lemming, run over the ledge
into eternal bliss only to find
I was meant to do so much more?
No man is an island unto himself.....
yet, it is here I find the truth.
Within the vestige of my spirit
resides an absoluteness I cannot obscure,
perspicacity overpowers,
leaving me immobilized,
unable to bow to ruling authority.
Cognizant of choices,
I embrace my duty to civilization
to explore realities presented me.
I think, therefore, I am....
compelled to filter the truths of mankind,
until I can find authenticity,
For there is no greater gift
than man's capacity to adjudicate for himself,
to ascertain what is meant to be or not to be.
On the island of humanity,
I will scrutinize thought generated,
leaving no stone unturned.
To do less would be unacceptable.
Late last night, when the sky was bright
With the silver gleam of the moon and the starlight,
I sat and asked my Soul
Of what Sin am I old?
Am I Lust, Anger, Greed, Envy, Materialist or just Jealous?
As I wondered with my Heart so Pious
Eureka! came the answer
I have no Sin
Other than you, Great Ancienter!
You make me Madder
You make me Cater
For all the wordly Sins
So devoted to you I am, My Assassin!
You make me Breathless
You make me Senseless
Even if you make me Lustful
You make me not an Actress
For my attraction for your absoluteness
Is not an Acting
It is the Meaning
Of my ZigZagging
Since the beginning of my Dawning!
When will you Dare
To make me Queen of your Lair
Where I will not pull your Hair
But will tempt you with my Stare
When will you become Crazy?
Just like my boggling Insanity
To satisfy my great Envy
Of wanting your Lap so Cozy?
To be Kissed, when I will be Missed
Will make you into a Prince Charming
For on your knees you will be falling
To ask me Something,
Something very important for your heartling!
I am Sinful! And Corrupted!
I Have become Intoxicated!
All because of You!
My Sin thou art so True!
The absolute God consumes all dimensions
With absolute singularities
No antithesis is contained, and no oppositions
Since no other possibilities
Exist that is not consumed
So what are these I presumed?
Can love like fractured light so many shadows
Show? Can I to know still yearn
For things that no existence know? The sorrows
Of life fly my soul like a tern
Through obdurate sky, to bring
My soul from the water's depth rising
On soaring wings of faith alone. My God possess
The all I am and incomplete
And by divine grace nurture my lonely brokennes
With joys for praise replete
To come, to thy kingdom
From my crooked perch of wisdom.
19.4
“Where is Self?
Where is not-Self?
Where is good and evil,
confusion and clarity?
I abide in the glory of Self”
Verse revisited on 17-May-2022
Beginning with bliss kinetic
Magnetism in linear movement
Entwined with soma nectar ecstatic
Purring ignition renewal continual vibrant
Rapture then crystallises within organic form
Each cell of mind-body is centred in space
Rippleless peace neither cool nor warm
Fulcrum from where outpours grace
One with oneness in waking state
Both the manifest and space are one
Fullness in Absoluteness potent yet sedate
Presence melds with source of the central sun
Freedom beyond understanding of mind is ours
Magnetism assimilation, to a silent Om-hum
Beyond all opposites, inner being towers
Consciousness a flaming sensorium
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Notes: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Om
Yesterday, not only did prose taste strange
but an unfamiliar maundering
settled it's silence
upon my tongue
with an unsavory absoluteness
only the mouth could define,
yet mine voices nothing
now today I feel like my heart
bears some sort of physical deficiency
as if all the blood and ink consumed itself
leaving me dryly inadequate
to write a poem
and these fingers have been fidgeting
with a sick kind of worry,
starving for a fork
that not only cradles clarity
but also quells it's holder,
whilst nourishing the belly
with palatable substance
What sorcery is afoot in the woods on this October night?
I stir a few embers, and relight myself
The humans asleep or dead, I don’t care which
I am alive, a fire phoenix, replenishing my absoluteness
An owl hoots a warning, trying to wake them up
I begin to dance, as warmth spreads throughout my timbers
Sure, you thought I was dead, but surprise.
I am replenishing myself, understanding no one else will
Sparks! A joy overtakes me as hope and optimism arrive
A flash of yellow, on her way to becoming full out red.
A flame. I scream with happy pops and smacks.
Bam! I am once again a full blown blaze.
Why do these campers never put me out completely?
Do I care? I am leaping, lunging, laughing, loving myself.
My yellows and oranges are dazzling the entire forest.
My flame shadows light up the tents of the sleeping.
I am mystical, magical, ethereal, an alchemist, a sorcerer.
How will they react when they realize I have again
Forsaken them, and burned up another forest thanks to them?
I am impassioned, alive, a full blown pyromaniac of a fire!