Best Calibrate Poems
WINTER JOURNEY’S END
Their calculations must have been at fault
Their instruments in need to calibrate
That wandering star’s location in the vault
Had seemed a compass true, inviolate
The auguries had all concurred to say
Event of moment in the cosmic scheme
To change the world forever come what may
Would come to pass; they’d seen it all in dream
Yet here they found themselves upon that night
Within a byre with beasts and men unblest
To witness scene both rude and recondite
The focus and the end point of their quest:
Young mother - fate to suffer, heart to bleed
Child God incarnate, laid in cattle feed
Categories:
calibrate, christian,
Form:
Sonnet
And so they sat, this learned three
in full pursuit of liberty,
the turkey, eagle and the dove
looked down upon them from above.
The declaration almost writ
they rubbed their chins a little bit;
looked heavenward, and there espied
their feathered friends, as one they cried:
The perfect symbol he would be
to represent our great country!
His visage shall our seal adorn
To celebrate our new land born!
But harmony became dissent
as three ways now their discourse went;
voicing long as they were able -
till three bird splats hit the table.
Silenced now, the conversation
at this triple defecation,
the trio must now make a pact:
clean up the table, and their act.
Full focused now, the case was laid
for each bird, compliments were paid,
pausing only, eyes a-goggle
at the turkey’s goofus gobble.
Despite their eloquential might
they could not make their choice take flight;
just as they made their virtues soar
another splat would hit the floor.
The birds, enjoying now this game
attempt to calibrate their aim;
to make their mark and thus complete
the declaration at their feet.
The Dove, descending from his perch
aghast at our trio’s besmirch;
peppering poop across their stage
like little stars across the page.
The turkey, not to be outdone
slicked back his crop and took a run;
with several rather clumsy wipes
he bathed the document with stripes.
The Eagle watched with some disdain
his adversaries stock now wane;
their lust for glory now long gone -
he knew he was the chosen one.
The Eagle may have won the day
his image is still used today;
but Dove and Turkey may still brag -
they made the stars and stripes your flag.
Categories:
calibrate, america, funny, history,
Form:
Quatrain
What’s the reason for the season
What’s a rhyme without a reason
Celebrate calibrate nothing like it does equate
Jesus Christ was born today in a manger far away
He was born for me and died for you
Jigsaw puzzle He’s the glue
Who gave sight to the blind
Who will be the one left behind
Hallelujah hallelujah the newborn king
Why was HE born today
Will your mind run a astray
Have you found your destiny
Will you live eternally
Food for thought while you eat
Where does Publix get their meat
A little seed will feed the world
How’s an oyster make a pearl
Hallelujah hallelujah the newborn king
Pray for one pray for all
Pray for the big earth ball
Today’s the day to unite
Love your neighbor do what’s right
Now fill your chalice and raise a toast
Thank the father son and Holy Ghost
What’s it take to save the world
Keep shucking oysters
til you find your pearl!
(Chorus)
Thank you lord for the newborn king
Thank you lord for our destiny
Thank you lord from the bottom of our heart
Thank you lord for the brand new start
Thanks again for the newborn KING!!!
Categories:
calibrate, spiritual,
Form:
Lyric
repugnant racist republican reviled - rickettsia re:itch ruler.
rapaciously ravaged revered reverential rubric.
radical ruthless renegade rapidly riotously rips rigged ramparts.
refrains retaining remnant redolent regal, resplendent rafters.
riches rudely rupture rooted rectified rights.
ruckus ricochets revenant reign.
ratified rattlebrained rules roil reductionism.
rumbustious rapscallions rollick; render ruinous ramifications.
rusty razor razing revenge rents reprisal.
rabid rectal rictus rotten rebrands re-calibrate.
rambunctious revolutionaries rejoice.
ruffians ride roughshod routing reigning royalty.
reiterate revetting robust recidivist rationality.
ride Rolls Royce relentlessly rendering rock ribbing.
riffraff raconteur raise reactionary response.
revisit rancorous restrictive redlined realigned rightward rivets.
robocop ridiculously rubber-stamped reorganization.
recalcitrant reactors release rapture.
rash Russian roulette reconnaissance raconteurs rack rubles.
red room reflects republican RNA.
rap risible rheumy ratiocinated rug-rats revoke righteous refulgent repertory.
rapier robed robbers ransack reliquary resounding retaliation.
retaliatory redcoat regnum reformation remembered.
Rudy robotically recoiling rapprochement
raison d'être rosily revered rifled relics raffled.
rookie raves ripe rackful rubenesque reliably ranked.
refulgent rotundity requisite requirement re: reappointment.
road-tested, roadworthy redeem reapportion routed role.
reprehensible reassignment rapidly recognizes response.
rife rampage removes respectability - respect.
responsible roused restitution refuted.
risky resultant reconnoitering runaway railroad reverberates rivalry.
reflexive ramrod reaction reconfirms redoubling ridding revitalization.
reconfiguration realpolitik reinstates repudiation
rebooting Roosevelt regime reconsidered.
requisition requires resilient reseeding republic.
regrettable riley roars remorseless ribbing.
rare recount restoring recondite renown reprobate Rapunzel.
Republican representatives rejoice reclaiming reins
registering retarded romantic remains
re: Rastafarian revered reliquary rests!
Categories:
calibrate, allusion, analogy, confusion, crazy,
Form:
Alliteration
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Categories:
calibrate, daughter, divorce, education, lost,
Form:
Free verse
I push the gate- each year elate,
ending my wait to replay fate.
My roots await to drink, hydrate
and fully sate for full growth rate.
Stems push up straight to levitate
buds that dilate as leaves abate
and calibrate- blossoms create
to activate each full-bloomed trait.
I am your Spring- your loved upswing!
Each tree, a king as branches string
to a wellspring of verdant bling.
I share with zing, my season's fling.
Aft Winter's sting- while lovebirds wing,
our couples cling- soon worshipping
as church bells ring, good wishes sing.
All this I bring- my name is Spring.
February 22, 2023
Contest: In Bloom Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Form Requested: Personification
(Internal Rhyme and Monorhyme added)
Categories:
calibrate, appreciation, inspirational, spring, tribute,
Form:
Personification
Distant piano.........
Sonatas in the fountain
notes on notes upon me
falling down
in stardust
burning sparks and embers
blistering with anguish
the skin I wear without you
shadow songs of sunsets
roses into ashes
distant fires remembered
in your listless eyes.
Peel the husk
of time
to borrow
back
one moment
of forgiveness
calibrate my soul's
ecliptic
meet me somewhere
past tomorrow...............
be the lodestar
of my heart.
again.
Categories:
calibrate, friendship, loss,
Form:
Free verse
Every now and then it is critical and crucial to find a quiet space
So we may hear the voice of God infused with His mercy and grace
As the world is full of noise pollution and the cacophony of sounds
God can't seem to get our attention nor get us to settle down
A word from our Sponsor the Lord our God
We need to receive what He wants to implant in our hearts
As only the voice of God can help us to calibrate and heed
Our spiritual gyroscopes and our spiritual needs
Now God said to be strong and possess courage as well
This three times to Joshua the Lord Our God did tell
For our strength comes not from our credentials, our status nor our vitality
Our true strength comes from the Lord God, the omnipotent authority
Because we are only the branches on His universal vine
A constant supply of what we need in Him we will find
As we are no match for what the world and the adversary has planned
We need to cleave to God's omniscient and omnipresent hands
For none have ever known and none have ever seen
All that the Lord Our God can actually glean
And because joy comes in the morning we need to hold on
A new day has arisen and in Christ we need to stay strong
By encouraging ourselves in remembering the promises that God made
As Goodness and Mercy His two angels are about to take center stage
So wait for God to bring the change that will cause our courage to manifest
As courage is the outward facade to show the world that we are blessed
As it was courage that caused Daniel to change the Roman headlines
And it was courage that caused David to face Golieth on the battle lines
Now God our sponsor also said to read and keep His Holy Word
And not be influenced by what mere men have heard
To comprehend that the Scriptures are the universal architectural plans
The Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth God's righteous commands
So let's delight ourselves in the Word, keep it and it will keep you
Let it dwell richly within and prosperity will come about too
A word from our Sponsor is be strong, be courageous and keep His Holy Scriptures
For without these three things in life we'll never get the full gospel picture
Categories:
calibrate, blessing, courage, encouraging, faith,
Form:
Carpe Diem
Deep inhalation and exhalation
breaths initially activate
relaxation, attributed to stress,
tension, unconscious vectors
woefully agglomerate
ache'n to gangrenous jackknifing noggin
dichotomy to alleviate
cognitive clog analogous
to emotional obstruction
that doth constipate
in an effort to allocate
opportune psychological uplifting
state of emergent euphoria amalgamate
ting in tandem with prescription
medication to leverage mental
quiescence holistically ameliorate
counterproductive suicidal waves
riding roughshod, which repeatedly
pulsate, oscillate, and nurse qua mantra
generate breakers animate
ting my state of consciousness
incessantly inundated with said
stormy sea re: brawl mailer
daemons intent to annihilate
stealthily, jarringly,
and devastatingly annunciate
without warning a tsunami
drowning spirited lifesource,
an undesirable nihilistic thought,
I unwittingly, hatefully,
and accurately anticipate
emotional tug of war
as better angels arbitrate
struggling successfully to arrogate,
and establish erstwhile equilibrium
lest body electric will self asphyxiate
such deep seated
respiration aims to attenuate
ninety nine point nine nine nine...percent
effortlessly injecting willpower,
and survival overpowering
strength modus operandi to dominate
self destructive negative feedback loop
constantly (i.e. daily)
vying to authenticate
practiced discipline, sans shut eye
transcendent mindset to calibrate
and stymie passivity to capitulate,
where resignation writ large checkmate
ting ability to experience and consummate
spiritual ecstasy, wherefore I contemplate
the simple practice the
benefits to coordinate
setting aside absolute
value able quiet time to cultivate
blockbuster, regarding crushing
beast within that doth debilitate!
Categories:
calibrate, assonance, good morning, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
I
The former Minister said, "You are born out of the world,"
Not into it! Think of a flower, How is it born?
Myriads of marvelous blooms are born into the world
And we, humans, want to be sui generis, alone!
II
When you think of a wonderful waterfall, serene
Your (thyroid &) internal organs calibrate your fuel efficiently
By forsaking angry thoughts, envy ... you are naturally
Healing your body & mind, or slowing their decay
III
Loving Nature, thanking plant & animal as you say Grace
Much as Amerindians did before, during, after hunt & growth
So close were they (but without Jesus), sensing Spirit in all
Perhaps erring only in valuing Creation more than tribal foes
IV
So while I celebrate a natural life, tuned to the universe
I believe the words in Scripture (Romans 1)
Free-willed humans worship created things, idols made by us
Not the Creator, who gave all tribes rules to control NUMBER 1
V
In concluding this sermon of a poem, readers
I evoke a smile from you, about social distancing:
We have been practicing it for too long with Nature
When COVID19 returns humans to more "natural managing."
Categories:
calibrate, angst, bible, health, nature,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Circa February 28th, 1968 - The Former Leiper Estate
Soon after our family settled
into the sprawling estate
named "Glen Elm" approximate
half century old from date
mentioned in title, said treasure
rosy Gypsy foretold fate
Harriet Harris, (daughter
of Antebellum Rebecca great
Kuritsky - Brooklyn transplanted
Southern Belle), create
head "FAKE" story, whereby
former did absquatulate
with jack of all trades (Boyce
Brandon Harris) too late
above named ramshackle
mansion, they remained mate
to each other til death did
thee mum part, congratulate
sans, her high school chums
felt envious - girls did rate
papa (now octogenarian widower)
most handsome (master) bait,
whose smarts earning advanced
degree applying his pate
as mechanical engineer for
General Electric did satiate
penchant solving complex
mathematical equations tete
a tete for super intelligent
entrepreneurial fella alleviate
head real passion rehabilitating
derelict property, allocate
ting leisure time resuscitating
neglected homes ameliorate
head procreative itch practically
rebuilding this did animate
dad's profuse true calling
spending hours fame did anticipate
(though papa quite modest,
and other people gushed appreciate
ting self taught revitalizing
unseen hidden gem and to articulate
unique artistic flair himself
as taskmaster masterpieces intimate
ting creations nobody, but
himself could imagine brilliance pate
drew forth unbelievable
enhancements doppelganger did berate
rarely could family, friends,
strangers...do more than capitulate
with ceaseless praise always
adding final touches to captivate
most flattering aura, charisma,
karma (credit) perfectly calibrate
head aesthetic qualities even
shabbiest building communicate
ting magic touch of, who plied
blood, sweat and tears culminate
ting in unbelievable transformation
particularly, how to designate
ideal amount of appeal to abode
came to screeching halt dissipate
head after mum passed, and papa's
raw talent earned thru educate
ting himself, no amount of inborn
inherent blueprints did illustrate
native bent, BUT no new life could
resurrect demise of his queen soulmate!
Categories:
calibrate, 2nd grade, anniversary, dad,
Form:
Free verse
Once the calendar was designed to calibrate
We took the liberty to mark days to celebrate
And revere all that we treasure
With appreciation, reminiscence and pleasure
We revere the struggles and the freedoms
The pride and the establishment of kingdoms
The love, the births and all anniversaries
Sparing that day to tell the stories
Same way for the birth, death and Resurrection of our Savior
And Church on Sundays is more frequent than behavior
Taking time off labour
But are you a good neighbour?
If today is the day that the Lord has made
Why not chose good words and deeds to trade
Mark no annual day to be special
And make special to be life as usual
Categories:
calibrate, christian, day,
Form:
Couplet
I lay in your hands
like coins
jiggling before a
fountain toss.
“What is your worth?”
you ask.
Without asking.
You weigh up the risk;
mull me over in your mind.
Extrapolate the terms
for the term of usefulness.
“What is your worth?”
you ask.
Without asking.
Your eyes calculate
the circumference of my waist
the bounce of my breast
the pout of my lip
the thrust of my hip
Calibrate my voice
Weigh up your choice
For there are suitable dimensions –
one must be sure.
“What is your worth?”
I wish you’d asked me
asking also.
I could have reciprocated
this mental melee;
measured your manliness
deconstructed your youness.
I could have righted your formula
for wear and tear –
incorporated Newton’s clause
for relativity of ownership.
“What is your worth?”
you ask,
in breathy whispers.
I can barely make it out
thus I carry on
shrug it off
for you would have asked.
And time moves on
Like a season
Like a snail
Like something slow and natural
And it moves in
and it moves through
and between
the me and you.
And I try to recall
that whisper.
“What is your worth?”
you ask me
so finally.
But I do not grasp
the accumulation of this question
the anguish it’s piled
the anger it’s amassed
I do not see
the mechanics behind the math
or the permanent berth
where it’s docked for years
I do not understand
the infinity of the solution
or the ever-changing variables
which infest your weary mind.
“What is your worth?”
Had you but asked me first
Granted me insult
Homoured me with worthlessness
Given me the freeing power –
of derision under your division
And if asking then
I’d have have answer, once only;
that the question
makes me worth the more.
“What is your worth?”
Beg – ask no more.
Please, ask no more.
Categories:
calibrate, love, marriage, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
Balanced systems normally calibrate
through double-negative dipolar feedback loops,
in which a change in one cause
incites an oppositional change in another effect,
so they balance each other out over reiterative adjusting time.
Hungry systems eat.
Devouring systems become satiated systems, potentially,
or at least less hungry systems.
Time-to-stop feedback,
time-to-start feedback,
are two nondual dipolar faces of reciprocity,
a hypostatic union of internal causal subsystem
and responsively effected/affected/effective environmental subsystem
co-creating mutual sustainability climates
and landscapes,
mutually echoing
dipolar co-arising
ecosystems,
discerning reiterative delineations
between 0-sum optimizing WinWin outcomes
and 0-sum suboptimizing WinLose competitions,
heading toward runaway LoseLose.
Double negative feedback loops
are also positive/negative mutual sufficiency feedback loops
accessible to double-bound listeners,
also responsive co-empathic,
polypathic loops feeding and starving back
to strengthen WinWin self-as-part-of-other ecosystemic disciplines,
building resistance to runaway viruses
taking too monoculturally much
through WinLose competitively suboptimizing acclimations
not yet fully resolved WinWin potentiated.
Ego survivalist rampage
is the monolithic megalopolis monster
recreated in reverse of creation stories,
in which antiheroes encourage us to recoil
from greedy hoarding feedback loops within.
Like looking in the mirror
expecting to find a positive healthy democrat,
and finding a too-fat plutocrat
still hungry for yet more
instead.
Categories:
calibrate, games, growth, happiness, health,
Form:
Political Verse
I only worship at my own altar
I do not even go to nightclubs
I do not even know the Kaaba
Or kneel for a word of prayer
Not even a chant in the stadium
I do not even like talking to others
When I do
It always comes back to me, Karma
I feel stressed to see a banker
Its even worse with doctors
Unless I am dying, Nirvana
and my lips are all chapped
That's when I call for mother
To heal me rebirth me
Madonna, Miracle worker
What kind of man? I wonder
But my poems are a way to reach ya
Hold your hand, touch ya
Share myself, appreciate ya
Show my dirt, entertain ya
Heal your heart, medicate ya
Share my thoughts, Liberate ya
Make you like me, Imitate ya
It is always with love, I seduce ya
And when your are lost, Calibrate ya
So without going Further
I do this for you with care
If you find it in you return a favour
For an Antisocial Humanitarian
Categories:
calibrate, assonance, community, humanity, love,
Form:
Bio