Best Collate Poems
Athletes of intellect ponder difficult questions
Cortex’s quiver to cerebral suggestions
A genius theorises with a deepening frown
Well, how come my toast always lands face down?
Quantum conundrums confoundingly dreary
Cynical scientists dismiss a new theory
A mastermind clutches his head in distress
Well, if a crab has no shell, is it naked or homeless?
Wisdom, the child of mental ability
Science, the offspring of cranial agility
Empirical evidence so hard to collate
Well, why does sour cream have an expiry date?
A sprig of flowers danced the dawn
Tip toed merrily across the lawn
The delicate ankle softly trips
As the dew her ethereal sips
Around her feet the birds did sing
From her smile the sun did bring
April showers and tippling rainbows
From her eyes the suggestion grows
Colours burst and blossoms fall
The gentle whisper of natures call
In the orchard we sat and whiled
Both at peace and dreams beguiled
And as the sun sets
In orange and red rivulets
The suns fall is the moons call
Stars are bright as moonbeams fall
While she skips and dances beams
I hold my heart, collate my dreams
Of a sprig of flowers forever mine
Of setting suns and dawns divine
THE STRANGE CASE OF THE PREPOSITION
The preposition is a peculiar case
No use on its own by itself with no function
It needs an attachment to have any place
Alone would decease, be due extreme unction
Now some words may act without others at hand
Such as Nouns as a labels and verbs as imperatives
E.g. LADIES or GENTLEMEN and Sit! or Stand!
Independent with neither associates nor relatives
But the preposition needs some things to relate
To connect the verb with a noun, phrase or clause
To bring them together unite and collate
In that it has a noble cause
In days of old when they spoke in tongues classical
The use of the preposition they would scorn
They had case endings for same purpose grammatical
So you could even say it need never have been born
But while you don't need 'to', 'of' or 'by' or 'with
When you've dative, genitive and ablative
Old prep does the job, should have respect accorded
And it brings words together so for that should be lauded
For a record,
A best friend covers your past from floating to the present life!
Though we also have,
Next-door friends!
Worldview friends!
Cross-culture friends!
Financial friends!
Devotion friends!
Close friends!
Friends with benefits!
Mentor friends!
Don’t quote me wrong but,
Girlfriends and boyfriends are like florets,
They bloom, fly, fall and dry.
While your friends will be crafting more brush-woods,
Each brushwood with abound leaves.
Friends are as mightier as a pen.
A clement friend will collate all the early worms for his/her friend!
A horizon friend will always transcribe and send missives.
A barnstorming friend can be amiable,
A friend’s cuddle and trust is glory!
True friends wipe off the tears trailing through your cheek
Friendship is a heart of trust.
Friends are like trees,
Trees grow and craft other brush-woods!
Friends are synonymous to trees.
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T.m.T scripts
I can't help it,
My pen stocked a bit.
Words slip in awful mind.
But no chance to say it loud.
To write each line in rhymes.
I will keep on making the same verse.
Until I find the proper way.
To witness my hands start a stroke.
'Til i fill an empty pad of poems.
I will believe in magic and forever.
I will see what eyes can't see.
I still love who I don't like.
I live the way I want to be.
Until emptiness filled with silence.
I keep eyes closed and listen,
To the sounds of rain pour in the ground.
Collate all words then give them life.
Busy days kill my existence.
But I still hold on my pen.
Spill the ink , tell what I want.
Fill each day of heavenly rhyme.
I have some info to dissipate
It took me a decade to collate
And now it’s yours for free
After this exposure I will flee
To a faraway country
I will work in an infamous pantry
There I will fall off the radar
Never leaving my door ajar
Lest they track me down
And bring me back to town
The info is highly classified
It will leave some of you mystified
Maybe you should stop right here
Take a deep breath and call your dear
Start making plans for a possible emigration
Collect a lot of stuff for this relocation
Because once you get to know
You and I need to flow
I don’t intend to make you feel scared
I only plan to make you feel dared
Daring enough to read to the end
Then I will have to commend
What I have is something unheard of
That’s why many of my friends call me Prof
Not because I possess so much knowledge
But because I always seem to encourage
This poetry is simply for the sake of rhyming
And I hope I have done justice with relation to the timing
Many things didn’t go too well in the previous year
But in all that I had someone to call me dear
Who stood by me when things were not so rosy
And offered enough counsel to make life a bit cosy
It’s been a while since I put pen to paper
Not because my ideas were in danger…
Danger of a possible extinction
But because I have been busy with this collation
Alas I have nothing for you
I only lied to make this poem feel true
Also to grab your attention to this very end
I believe many of you do comprehend
I stoked every fire echoing into the mouth of arthritis?
A rhyming balm develops epileptic quasar fear?
If so, will he enter arbitration “Sold Out”?
Sleep wills She to cocoon beside you, Artemis?
Resplendent fallow flowers ecstasy coriander?
Do we sate the moons of Jupiter?
Funnel Now beyond we murks dilating clouds gyrating?
I need love like our drama needs psychosis?
You remind it to aero, dowager, misty care that casts off where?
Are they splicing cylindrical a lone fire there?
Will baby’s breath copula and inhale the death throes’ stare?
Does it resist and pre-exist and alter this “it's fair”?
She shall unwittingly play Duo, and I the tambourine savior?
Commit dune larks command speech donkey knives fine dream eyeing?
You know how to reveal this delicious Necronomicon?
For the efficient haven't need of heat?
That crack in her skull’s provisionally neat?
If only a soapy mouth were The Key to the ATM Machine?
Did they witness the machination of roses pinwheel like Gene Kelly?
Can a joke slit a garrulous throat?
Do somnolent cars fill up on dark shofars?
How do caravans we collate solace in that Field of Mine?
If they nod will it She while on this turn, southbound daffodil urn?
Are we fish Absalom?
Crib conspirators he marshes in poison?
Anachronic foils arsenic royales docile incomplete Iliad catacombs?
Burning salad oceans?
And if only he and this nickel could…fight?
Wishing jamboree sipped on this wood and night?
This toe of Talos—all that’s palindrome—he will ignite?
Poem 9/11
Believe me,
Just watching my TV
News Flash!! Skyjack!
New York City Centre,Jet Crash.
Check that.
News Call,Broadcast stall.
Drop the headlines!!
This is the new line
Look up on the Skyline
Flash,Bash,Crash
Right on the building top.
Biff Baff Heart attack,
On another line
Pentagon now a X a gone
Another plane drop.
Whats that?whats that?
Beam in on the spot.
Another streak across the sky
Sliiced another tower
Question asked.
Why,Why,Why?
Whats going on?Whats going on?
Another crash,big explosion
Switch broadcast over to Washington
Whats your impression? Whats your emotion.
Bystanders,commentators,confusion
"Whats your reaction"?
Can't believe my eyes J
Just as it began,I realize
This is an atrocity
Right here,in the heart of the city.
Terrorist attack.Terrorist Attack
Then the burning Walls a falling
Like crashing dominoes
Right to the ground.
Limbless,Lifeless,a giant fallen.
Armagadeon has arrived,without warning
CIA, FBI,Home Security Then the Guv
Connecting,Enquiring
Blaming intelligence,asking why.
Collate and evaluate
Then the appropriate reply.
Calling the president for a comment.
"What do you think of unfolding events"?
"WE will find the perpetrators one by one
Whether he is hiding in Iraq,Iran, or Pakistan.
We will call up the troops,assembly the galleon,
Then bomb them ,blast them Clean up their land,
Bring in new administrations,
Thats the plan
Fireman, Policemen,all on the scene
"This is total disaster,the worst we ever seen.
Engines,sirens,surgeons and volunteers
Combining efforts in a stream.
Such a nightmare, awful dream
But in the present, the on going theme.
Whether it be pernicious hailstorms,
Or be shiveringly cold snow.
It shall be in all forms,
And it comes by and goes in a blow.
Surprisingly it can be an exuberant reminiscence
Perhaps a past full of dolorous tear.
One can only see it in essence,
For it is neither far nor near.
Oh, The wonders it brings!
Deftly leaves on in disarray.
When it comes, it subtly clings,
Be it the month of june or the month of may.
May it very well be a place of fantasy,
Even a song so beautifully composed.
People erratically collate it with ecstasy,
By the virtue of emotions it grows.
Though the memories might not be real,
Mesmerizingly it blooms in me and you.
Sometimes it truly can be cordial,
And is delineated by very few.
Well, 'Tis merely a feeling,
So distantly called nostalgia.
As it may be endearing,
Precisely known as anemoia.
The rain appeared, arctic
Spattered the duck board
As angry pellets flinched
And recoiled
Boathouse dank, bleak
Galley proofing transpire
Moist and humid
With sense of Frangelico
And bitter almonds
The sord chattered
With new fervor
And feeders sojourned
Past darkled dawn
Composition turned to
Decomposition
Place in basket
Not to collate
Wits and writer’s block
Onset of migraine
Twinge
With visual disturbance
And sorrow
Write of grief
She is not coming back
Time heals
Do not die
Spring frontward
Go home
Sun is aching to flicker
Drop downbeat design
Bloom buds of dreams
This year leaps
Feisty moves hurl;
An extra day styles
~~~~~~~~~
Old condo visit
Caretaker friend smiles;
Tea and chit-chat
~~~~~~~~~
Monday dawn light
Cool breeze hints rain;
Passing clouds wet
~~~~~~~~~
Paperwork clutter
Desktop somewhat crowded;
Dazzling piles of something
~~~~~~~~~
Morning excursion
Procure meal packs;
Monday food fare
~~~~~~~~~
Wet pathway
Stray feats loiter;
Chinese kung-fu session
~~~~~~~~~
New signpost here
Heart-shape holes sketch;
Lee Kuan Yew's ghost lingers
~~~~~~~~~
Tembusu tree forlorn
Living memorial;
Once upon a great man
~~~~~~~~~
February 29th,
Once in four years;
Message sans passage
~~~~~~~~~
Here for a while
Fashion good cheer;
Share lovely touch
~~~~~~~~~
Leapfrog time
Collate leap year;
Add another day
~~~~~~~~~
Melancholy leaps
Sad evening dance;
Special 29th day oozes
~~~~~~~~~
Bills to pay
Prompt squeaky splice;
Abundance spreads
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
29February 2016
Singapore
Call the Dalai Lama, Christ
Mohammed, and the Fates
Call the Druids, and the Rabbis
Call the angels, and their mates
Call the scientists and physicists
To measure and collate
Call psychologists who understand
And artists who create
Call the clowns who see things sideways
And the writers who narrate
Get them all around the table, midst
The wildly spinning plates
With biscuits, tea, and fairy cakes
And someone to translate
Doing icebreakers, and mindfulness
And role play, and debate
And let them come up with a miracle
This madness to abate
That will stop the Trump thing in his tracks
Or trip him on a trait
For Hilary’s annoying
And her shiny hardness grates
But Trump will make the USA
A horrid hell of hate
Let’s hope that this committee
Of all the good and great
Who wield the wisdom of the world
And spiritual weight
Can devise some cosmic strategy
The Trump thing to deflate
Before America becomes
The Disunited States
© Gail Foster 2016
I've been so busy lately
there's not been time to dwell,
among the poems and people,
the Poetry Soup clientele.
To the friends I've made, I apologize,
my excuse, I'm sure well known,
I've been writing and publishing a poetry book,
but the editing had me thrown.
I'm too anti to use MSWord,
they hijack everything written,
so I use Wordpad with all of its faults,
and suffer greatly when I get bitten.
To move a line down, to take up a gap,
is fraught with a terrible trait,
as everything moves, then days of despair,
as I sort and I try to collate.
A title appears black and bold on its own,
with the text shifted to the next page.
But bringing the text back to meet with its mate
is a practice that could bring on rage.
For everything below the text now has been moved,
upwards, confusing the order,
so its juggling and sweating and biting of nails,
red faced, as I try to re - order.
Laying out a book is a fearsome task
I could get it done by a pro,
But where's the fun in doing it so,
and the cost is a place not to go.
Return from Egypt
Matthew 2:19-23
After the Christ’s left for Egypt, where they avoided King Herod,
For five whole years, because in the fifth year Herod simply died,
Mary and Joseph arose, took the boy and his joinery wear, god,
To return finally in the land of Israel: Herod had in death, failed.
Here is Matthew 2:19-23. Matthew: “19 After King Herod died,
An angel from the Lord appeared in a dream to Joseph in Egypt [lex].
20 ‘Get up,’ the angel said, ‘and take the child and his mother [hi’d],
And go to the land of Israel. Those...trying to kill the child are dead’, [rex].
21 Joseph got up, took the child and his mother, and went to...Israel.
22 But when he heard that Archelaus ruled over Judea [Joseph thought],
In place of his father Herod, Joseph was afraid to go there. [The rail].
Having been warned in a dream [ok], he went to the area of Galilee [ought].
23 He settled in a city called Nazareth so that what was spoken,
Through the prophets might be fulfilled: He will be called a Nazarene.”
So, that was Matthew 2:19-23, full text almost and not token:
Your understanding of the script is fine, it is true and alkaline.
Sigmund Freud theorised the ego, which depends upon ID, brink,
This is the id, and stated we are psychopaths to our identity cultural,
Where our super-ego can lurk. He said it is by libido that we think,
A sexualised energy towards death drive and a neurotic guilt banal.
Here, Joseph objected to King Archelaus, the son and heir of Herod,
Who valued Roman law and therefore this Murder of the Innocents,
This did not collate his mind. Blaize it seems, he contradicted the rod:
The angel’s whose thought was his speed, to instead Nazareth pence.
So, church some leaders today don’t imply angels, predestination,
But rather judge angels as suspicious: Catholics believe, Protestants mar.
With your wit do judge the mild baby as given digs from relation:
Taught intelligent, made sane, driven to writ and forgiven for tar - bar.
Dreams above visions state the problem too simply, paraphernalia,
Because it is using minds that humans have visions, possibly -
Our stress points cognate the brain to visualise a better land, trivia,
So Freud’s dreams are more personal, and talk community.
Common English Bible used.
Stimulating her Emperor's savage
Aquisece defers demand of regal constraint
Furtive festivities provide passage
Into fecund gracing gait Autocracy ordained
Retreat from mastering insatiable masses
His thought voiding thaumaturge
Covers strident intellectual with molasses
Cater of paramour calms nerves
Unwound by compassionate exorbitance
Momentarily vulnerable assailant
Commits their heirs eventual inheritance
Renewed seasons abide nascent
Provisional Yazmin is his cleansing ocean
Advances invigorating strategy
Frequent fruitful visits denote her chosen
Monarchical surrender, sanctity
5th December
- Fertility -
(wily winding vines climbing collate grapes)