Best Brilliance Poems
Brilliance and Madness
Howard Robard Hughes
Famously rich recluse
Dreams led him to the lap of luxury
Followed by nightmarish mysophobic OCD
Rich playboy aviator Howard Hughes
With movie starlets kept himself amused
Dated Katherine Hepburn
Bette Davis took her turn
And still more, which kept the tabloids confused
Born Howard Robard Hughes to a rich family
With English, Welsh and French Huguenot ancestry
Enjoyed a successful multi-faceted business career
But aviation and aerospace were his favorite frontier
The brilliance of the universe has already unfolded. Our lives are wrinkles in that universal crease. And everything we have witnessed is merely one fold in that unfolding. If God's map is infinite, we should be peering beyond heaven. We should at least be in the second fold of that unfolding. But most of us, view God as if the map was still closed. We cannot see past heaven, it we are unwilling to let go of hell.
Meaningless squiggles and wiggles
Noted for decades
Without collaborated meaning
Rosetta Stone discovered at last
The missing correlation
Brilliance of a Wise mind
Ancient abstract squiggles
Consolidated wiggles
Revealed under desert sand
Proof of ones or ones
Who cared and dared shared
Translation key to the world
Exciting... inviting...
Skywriting...
Anticipation's wing
Horizon's swing
Eyes peeled on the Heavens
Murky darkness imperceptibly
whitening...
Lighter, lighter
Brighter, brighter
Streaks of brilliance appear
Deepest red, fiery orange
Delicate pink sherbet
Expectation's peaking
Too vivid to curb it...
When at blinding speed, of a sudden
Here comes Life. ~ Here comes the Sun
Let's sit under the tall, satured elm after the long-gone storm;
its branches, unwavering and steaming, are awfully warm.
They stretch their drooping arms to brush off the remaining hues,
those of a placid sunset turned apple-red.
Hear me warbling along with the shivering mockingbird,
too lonely and in somber mood. He relies on his brain,
absorbing the faint heat...before he dies of his amorous evening blues,
I should comfort him and soothe his inconsolable pain.
And watching him, I recall the state I was in, miserable and frail...
until I realized that I was missing: a hand to touch me and restore my will.
I have brought a basket of Californian sun-ripened fruits,
tempting and lively; look inside, cast your gleeful glance on it.
Be that eagle with quick claws when his empty guts emit growls;
pick the ones your palate craves or those with attracting colors.
My pick is that of a yellow apple like your golden hair slightly wet,
it reminds this lover of the delirious laughter chasing another sunset.
Let's behold the brilliance of the ending day which refuses to subdue;
only the sadness concealed in the depths of our souls holds the clue.
Out on porch to glimpse a sunrise
Orange sun cast gray 'on clouds
Whispy light airy sparse white clouds
On horizon not like shroud
Then as the sun inched up orange
Disappeared replaced by
Illuminating brilliance clear
Against blue blue sky
Dramatic change for human eyes
I longed to stay awhile
How many didn't even notice
Beauty very worthwhile
Iambic heptameter used as ballard stanza
Used by Emily Dickinson in many of her works
Folllow the right
accept thought wide
Stephen Hawking was bogged down in space.
Just one eye moved around in his face.
But in spacetime he leapt
like a quantum and kept
all of us far behind his great pace.
in the dayspring light
blue,green,white colours of June
mingle,to delight
A mother's hand trembles
as she brushes a tear from her eyes;
while watching her awkward child
standing all alone, forgotten.
As others, in their budding self-awareness,
catch glimpses as they run by, playing
at their games and life.
They were too young, perhaps,
to appreciate that difference will
often foretell brilliance, that genius
sometimes hides behind
shyness, and strength within
softly stammered words.
Instead, we often feel we must march
to the same annoying drum beat,
speak the same exhausted phrases,
and think only empty thoughts
to feel connected. While left alone,
the one who's different
finds contentment in tending
a garden of his dreams.
Perhaps he should have come to this
life a little later, when humanity
might have learned acceptance
of those unlike themselves, and
tolerance for minds greater than
their own.
But, for now, there'll be derision
as insecurity outruns compassion
in the human race. Yet, as sometimes
happens, the awkward one, rejected as
a playmate, is now extolled by many
critics for his masterpieces.
And we gaze in wonder at the loveliness
of the unique.
I'm a provocative artist spilling ink's
brilliant spectrums of colorful emotions.
Productive Poet seeking worldwide
philosophical philosophies ambitions
of "crazy mind's ".
Provoking philosophical philosophy
streamlining ergonomics of the mind
in life's angelic orchids of ageless wisdom's.
Whispers of my words echo throughout
time with exquisite wizardtrii & ageless
philosophy.
Question the caress of a Philosopher’s
soft word's embellishing wisdom's
of mythical proportions.
Multifaceted dexterity a cherished
personality with eccentricities of
simplicity.
My flaws are multi-facet eccentricities
of a devoted passion rearranging star studded premiers.
Spiritual Spitz tunneling & funneling
tasty bite-sized wisdoms living life’s
philosophic philosophy in which life agrees
in greatest proportions.
Exquisitely unique with a custom
physique of a sharp dagger
double-edged swagger.
Ambidextrous configurations of my
dexterity twin in line designs in a
single file rhyme.
Smearing colorful abstracts in
mythical designs mesmerizing
my life & times
Commemorating these provocative
lines with a unique dynamic of time.
Prophet in profits of a profitable future
configurations of my multi cultural
points of view.
A conspiracy without no theory
a hypothetical question listening
to no suggestions.
Architect of accentuating aesthetics
in romance with a provocative
dance in a mythical prancing pose.
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So concerned with the skill
But anyone's skilled with language
Everyone knows the power of will
Though words rarely show knowledge
So i say screw the pettiness of being clever
I say screw those who value wit over truth
Why do we appreciate those under cover
Yet we let them hide because that's just youth
We could read a page of "smart" quotes
I could litter a textbook with highlighter
Anyone could refer to important anecdotes
Everyone congratulates the "brilliant" writer
All the time we see it happen everywhere
All of us are blinded by words every time
Take the aged's advice without thought or care
Though soon enough you'll find it a crime
For they lived long before our era of man
They spoke in a period when word was a privilege
What was written was read by no educated scan
The world is changing and so is knowledge
A sudden
sonoluminescence
manifested
in a river of eyes,
a sigh drawing
vision
The spray of their rays
issued into a void
barren of illumination,
its essence devoured
with the absence
of brilliance
Broken skies
illuminated with scars,
fragmented earth
felt the first radiance,
one burst
bequeathed life
Startled orbs
can now perceive
with no sight,
folded forms
can now move
like untied kites
A desolate darkness
was extinguished,
with an inexplicable
sound wave of light
She is from Nairobi, a highlighted nation of luminaries
A country that encourages the education of women
She has her masters and her PHD but none of that matters
When the men see how beautiful she is, they discount her brilliance.
Jewels from silver and white topaz storms adorn,
flawlessly winterize and brilliantly transform,
as frozen bling of delight and also concern
control our lives during winter's vivacious term.