Best Accessing Poems
When you laid your hands upon my naked heart
feeling the flex of it's fire, accessing the innocent desire,
holding the form of a new need, I swear, that's when love did start,
your touch became my tradition, the wine of your wisdom my lovely teacher,
From the fine feathers of your soft steel wings
I write poetry of storms in paradise and of love in your eyes,
sympathizing with my sage solitude, yet subduing the sadness it brings
you offer me everything an angel owns, halo and bloodroots, and together we rise -
J.A.B.
1. Rationalist
2. Compassionate, Righteous, Ambitious, Dutiful.
3. Daughter of Mriganka and Monisha.
4. Lover of Family bond, Genuine friendship, Versatile Nature.
5. Who feels Happy accessing success, not to Upset on failure,
Enthusiastic to meet Challenges.
6. Who fears Loneliness, Illness, Separation from loved ones.
7.Who would like to see End of corruption, Gender Equality, Humanity as
only Religion.
8. Resident of Kolkata, West Bengal, INDIA
9. Dutta.
Dad : My Teacher, Preacher, Guide, Philosopher in life album .
Me : Mathematician, yet exploration covered wide spectrum.
Best blessings and bliss of life are my two daughters to fulfill
my dreams and desires till date , offering zeal and thrill.
>>1111>>STRAIGHT TO THE POINT<<1111<<
Straight to the point,
No stopping this,
I'm your rival,
This life is about survival,
Or survival of the fittest?
The dopest most explosive lyrical genius writing this,
Beats are tight and vital,
About to take and claim my title,
I'm a nineties dirty ghetto kid,
Accessing detailed memories through subconscious files,
Skateboard connected to my feet grounded,
Pen and paper writing for miles,
Embracing life in a system of madness,
Always doin my best with a huge smile,
While fully grateful,
Within the game with no shame,
On a different level,
Nothing is ever the same,
Imagination left wild,
Positive tendencies learnt through experiments,
Some failed,
Listening to greenthumb, inhale,
Giving anything a go,
within a system i'm not labeled,
Minds collectively lacking cognition,
Brain function disabled,
Getting a message across in rhyme,
Mailed to your mind,
Will it consciously reach ya? teach ya?
My krew never far, we have a laugh,
And hit the footpath,
Skating to a spot with steez,
Stomping tricks but it’s not enough,
Gotta skate fast and master our craft on film,
A skate process of learning patience and pain,
Falling constantly, never giving up,
Fully mindful maneuvers landed consistently,
Converting new skate knowledge to life instantly,
Brain cells firing with high energy form electricity,
Synapse resurrected for the very first time,
Elevating effectively with positivity and productive activity,
In the eyes of society I’m on the same level as workers in a factory,
Trapped but found my way out,
On an alternative route,
I’ve knelt,
To the source creating all of our force,
A seeker without remorse cause that don’t matter,
There’s no deity creator,
Just innocent ignorant talking as a hater,
Instead be like ill mind of Hopsin seven,
Questioning sin, Dismiss,
Listen up, I gotta state this,
This strategic system using the majority of countries citizens,
What I’m consciously witnessing from a distance in the South pacific,
Is insanity at its core to be specific,
Writing from my imagination sober and sometimes stoned,
Striving for balance,
On my skateboard I feel the same,
Sending this out,
You know my name,
Just another street nobody with fame within my clan,
My man Fury this is for you Homie.
I am looking carefully at all the poems I have written.
Wonder what has happened that I must have been bitten.
All of my favorite past poems I am accessing.
Many of them sure seem a little depressing.
I love my family, home and beautiful wife.
I have been really blessed in this life.
I have written enough poetry to now reflect.
Pondering again why there is sadness I detect.
My wish is to solve problems in any relationship.
To have the softening of hearts and to get a grip.
My wish for others in this world would be to open their arms.
Embracing those who bring the best out of you brings no harm.
There is so much need for all of us to love one another in this land.
Moments of your time can be life-changing and this would be grand.
Edward J Ebbs - March 15, 2015
Written for a Contest, Your favorite Poem
What does MILF mean?
How can I get from here to there?
What current events are happening?
What's the forecast for today's weather?
What's the chemical breakdown for human DNA?
Where can I find every theological point of view?
What sports team is trading what player today?
Why do our skies and oceans appear to be blue?
How much money do I have left in my bank account?
How many minutes do I have left on my phone?
Have I reached my credit limit on my credit card amount?
How many documented endangered species are known?
What's the difference between ignorance and apathy?
I Don't Know And I Don't Care
because the super highway of information
can be logged on to by Anyone, Everyone.
One can plug into the Internet anytime, anywhere
accessing all of the world's knowledge past, present and future.
They tell me I was a most annoying child, not good looking like everyone else's son -
ugh! nor bright as a button, but the 'thick' one. One of those who just tried to help
both teachers and pupils, to do things the easy way, or so brainless or bored not to do
anything anyway, anything at all. After all one cannot be criticised then? - you bet!
So, here am I and I try to write a poem on my faithful laptop so that my mediocre
ideas (that good?) but crystal clear English (yeah right!) before accessing the best
poets' website I have come across - and then I - UR!!!- run out of time blaming my
baby boomer typing mis-skills and you dear web bosses that are only doing your best
with a Peter pest, trying to help, trying to do better so his better becomes his best.
Let's hope that when my poem goes online my gentle critics will see I aspire to play
poetry like cricket - damn I was absolutely crap at playing the the poetry of leather
upon willow so unlike that New Yorker Joseph O'Neill, who probably bowls a Yorker too,
with his trinity of Irishnes, Dutchness and Americanism souping up as 'NETHERLAND'
please intercede for me to type faster or have more time to jot down these musings as
I know you do LOL at my poetry. Please, please be patient and so gentle, gentle my
esteemed fellowe poets in this our republic of letters by stirring it hot and meaty fit for
any rhyme royal.
Malicious Intent >
Reclusive con Artists, who appear to take no rest
ProwLing through codes
Crushing anyone who'd dare contest
This is perfection, I suppose
The consistently coherent cooperation betWeen mAn and machine
An artificial understanding - an accomplice unknown
They relY on evasion, but program to attack
PerhapS a grand scale heist - performed silently
Under the unforgiving blackened hat
Uniting against titans
As "We Are The law!"
Should you ever Cross tHem, your world wIll fall
Those devious codes
Adware, malware, and raNsomware
Will drown your screen in red
Imagine them as insects
LeachinG, vampiric
Dripping blood of a familiar crimson red
Under the radar they go
Remorselessly busting locks
Corrupting, decrypting - accessing your data vault
No time to react - it’s all over in a flash
You will relinquish control, and surrender to our clicks
We do not forgive
We do not forget
He loved her.
Flaws and all
There wasn’t anything anyone could
say or do to make him feel otherwise.
There wasn't anything SHE could say
or do to make him stop.
she was all he had and he loved her;
he loved her sense of humour
the face she made whenever she
figured something out.
the passion she had
the fire in her eyes.
Many have tried.
many have failed.
he could never see her in a different
light but that of his imagination.
she captured his soul and wore it in a
vile around her neck proudly
He loved how she detest people.
people doesn’t cut it.. humans. she
detest humans.
He loved all her flaws
all her scars & dirty laundry.
he didn’t care that she had 4 kids by
four different guys
or that she had daddy issues.
He didn’t care;
that she couldn’t start her day off
without a little glen, jack & johnny.
he didn’t care that she wasn’t the
“ideal” girl. she was his girl.
Her beauty. Oh man her beauty, he
would walk for miles on end just to
see that smile.
To carry her over his shoulder when
she’s had too much to drink.
To wake up next to her in the
morning.
Nobody understood why. they
probably never will.
But she did.
He saw past the facadé
what he really saw was a little girl in a
womans body; with little time left in
the world. All he wanted was for her
to have someone. For her not to leave
the way her mother and grandmother
left.
And their mothers before.
- Indie Goddess -
P.s is anyone else having trouble
accessing the site from their
laptops?!
Volition, orientation familiarization aahing
and oohing within restrictive paradigm molding
inviolable honorable gentility -
flagrantly, desirously, clearly boyz abandoning
willfully skirting, panting (heavily)
forfeiting abominably, (no Joe King) abiding
chomping at bit, damning delineated, or obscure
parameters, between one acceding
Earthlinked selfish living
psychosexual pining human bing,
and another ardently avowedly ambitious
altruistic agent provocateur (lol)
at first blush hinting Moulin Rouge adulation
under dim (witted) lighting accenting
individual randy salient
traits savoring tête-à-tête
tasty hors d'oeuvres accentuating
nuances highlighting flirtatious countenance
initially unconditionally stubbornly accepting
dire hormonal straits
as prickly fledgling acquaintanceship
quivers, negotiates, kickstarts abolishing
inchoate biochemical protracted coupling
conveniently interpreting accessing
breeching, catapulting Dickensian estuary,
non verbal communication nsync abridging
painstakingly erecting complex edifice
suavely, urbanely, wittily accessorising
tried and truevalue tricks acclaiming
debonair heroic manliness princely
qualities dutifully dominate directing
demure damsel in distress absconding
convincing, foreplaying, jimmying,
rollicking readily acclimatizing
challenges thrust up gracefully parlaying
most savvy serious similarly sophisticated
totally tubular testosterone tactics
versatile repartee accomplishing
dynamics cultivating atavistic romantic ballet
on duh poe whit tick abutting
metaphorical foot accoutering
trappings adorned since mythological
Adam and Eve accrediting
latter, sans virile unavoidable temptation
savoir faire verboten fruit, accelerating
action whereby unsuspecting, slithering,
lurking serpent teen accounting
rattle unheard by apse cent church fathers
subsequently excoriating, condemning, accusing,
nonetheless indomitable transcendence achieving
pinnacle of prostrate poignancy
inexpressible ecstasy acquiescing
nonpareil acquisition adulation activating
ascendence assaying administering
amorousness activating. aching.
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Everybody giving energy to their phones,
Devices like drones
accessing areas unknown,
Technology advances,
so do concepts that are grown,
No matter the intentions,
Shall it be good or bad,
You are your master
and destination, so choose wisely,
Positive production
with a meaningful purpose,
Those pasture fields with
seeds sown and well nurtured,
Very thirsty in nature,
Wise knowledge
bringing real growth,
But most the time
we are in a routine
on auto pilot,
So let this be seen...
Quincy Mac
@Story_Rhymes
Date Written: 15.1.2017
frankly zapped after wildly oscillating
in tandem with seven bobble heads and ten French horns)
a devilish trumpeting event
by pre-Christian Celtic festival standards
with a “proto” Don twick or tweeting
like a Taj Mahal wonder of webbed, wide world scout
Samhain celebrated on nightfall of October 31
for bachanalia, candy corn, dreaded locks tot tout.
Now, the Celts I met lived 2,000 years ago
in the area now Ireland,
the United Kingdom and northern France,
believed that the dead,
cuz the underworld could not tolerate nor find stand
ding room, thus returned to earth on Samhain –
accessing a outdated map drawn by Rand McNally.
Though all roads leading to Rome,
would be millenniums as future did advance
but (mentioned for no particular rhyme nor reason)
only for discordant anachronism
Lewis Carroll took a tumble,
and neither fat nor slim chance,
would never find him completing Alice in Wonderland,
cuz quite an expanse
of centuries extant between his accidental slip
somewhere back in time at a glance
hence, he befell the same fate,
how Alice would never en hance
her life, yet the first stanza hailed
as powerful punch from grunting naked tribesman
with armstrong brandishing big lance
which phallic symbol extolled bare necessity,
and no need to wear seer sucker pants
even when inaugurating the ritual, including the verse
..."The time has come," the Walrus said
"To talk of ma ny things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."...
set the listeners in a trance
emptying coffers of bipedal feral simians to add vance
this yearly practice filling rucksacks
with berries, carrion and twigs.
Whether ya favor Golem, Hobgoblins, or Dybyk,
take pause buffer ja pour out massed goodies heck
enjoy satiating yar sweet tooth while still able to lick
every morsel of junk food afterwards a tooth pick
might be necessary to remove gobs that didst stick
analogous to tallow melted from candle wick.
TONGUE TWISTER
Fantastic fun on scholastic enjoyment
assessing accessing accepting accent,
pointing permitting possible permutation,
claiming cunning clever combination,
sorting syllables on restricted selection
yielding rough tough pronunciation.
Neither fumbled nor jumbled being wobbled weak.
No boredom, speak random speedy quick.
Talk faster ignoring protester.
Wrap teeth and tongue to entrap
Ralph Malph’s mouth agape
bombarding bewildering audience
with competence, confidence
and coinciding Tongue- Twister.
01/11/21
Third Place
' Tongue Twister Challenge' Contest by Joe Sandler
FATE
Fate may step in life
as best friend
or puts me in strife,
beyond prediction,
beyond prevention,
somehow compulsion.
Sometimes silent,
sometimes loud,
flashing bright or
showing cloud.
Fate’s footfalls
may be slow or rapid,
accessing success
or making stupid.
Good fate may appear
on sudden gust,
doing miracles.
Ill luck when came,
putting me in shame.
Failed to overcome
hindrances.
Uncontrollable
happenstances.
Fate the Dictator !
04/12/ 21
First Place
'Anacreontic Verse ' Contest by Silent One
Body always in the present
Can’t be any other way
The mind on the other hand
Usually in a place far away
Digging up stories from the past
Repeatedly rummaging ruminations
Or furiously future focused
Consternation concerning upcoming situations
Better to balance body and mind
Both be in the here and now
Bring awareness to your thoughts
Begin to unfurrow your brow
Now accessing the whole spectrum
Ground sturdy beneath my feet
Thoughts connected from head to toe
Whole being now feeling complete