Best Concatenation Poems
Break these chains that bind
holding in the deep ovens
blazing a fire for love.
Smiling midday moon
dressed in a baby blue sky
with sparsely scattered clouds dot.
White mother of pearl
their silver lining treasure
held soft beautiful warm babe.
In her finger beams
a light touching inside thoughts
sitting posed at three o’clock.
The moon just pops out
in kissing a golden sun
white ivory pearls smiling.
Within daylight thoughts
sweetly I pray in sunlight
shining warm all over you.
Deep ocean salted
with the bluest warmest waves
luster smiles sunshine color.
The magic tear drop
forms the silver lining bright
and cries for ivory pearls.
Alchemic water
wondrous most blue, dark and rare
lies love in Salt of the Earth.
Mermaids caress hope
encouraging happiness
makes all the more magical.
Pearl chain links in place
Neptune commands do it now
with finest gold most smiling.
Bathed best and brightest
white ivory pearls ready
for their concatenation.
Neptune’s grandeur finds
all sea creatures in awe now
abounds pearl dreams of rare love.
Pearl Dreams of Rare Love
14 linked all so precious
from the ocean’s heart and soul.
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 16, 2014)
(Terza Rima in Unrhymed Tercet poetic format)
Part Two
SEVEN STARK WORDS
Seven alliterative blockbuster words struck so
they rhymed initially in juxta-positioning lineal parallels
pausing but in the fourth
to resume breath in the fifth
Leaving the interstitial morphemes in resonating ellipses
The economy of your parsing has wreaked havoc down the ages
in all trans-explicatory tongues
Tough-minded men come from afar
with other gods to serve
and sacrifices to make in the name of their Lords
bent your versification to limp rhyme
and left meaning a hung pursuit
in the hands of plagiarists professors preachers
who
not knowing nor divining the reason for your craftsman’s
concatenation of weighted phonemes
advanced theories for your elastic pregnant mind
strung myriads of pages in exegeses
each staking a claim to posterity
the villainous hanging on your lips
In a time devoid of papered learning for the poor
When to be born a Sudra or Pariah was a sin
When masters were those top-heavy manically-mantric Brahmin priests
Preying on the duped loyal sycophantic Vaishyas
wishing to earn karmic merit with their agricultural gain at their altar feet
such servant-financers as they by legions now lay their souls down
as even the long-gone royally leisure-dispensing Kshaktriyas
how would he who sought the spread of knowledge
not seek to encapsulate learning in mnemonic couplets
arranged according to rigid design
for those who could not count either
Ten fingers in the hand so
Ten the number of facets of a thought
a subject
a theme
even if theme subject thought were stretched too thin
Break these chains that bind
holding in the deep ovens
blazing a fire for love.
Smiling midday moon
dressed in a baby blue sky
with sparsely scattered clouds dot.
White mother of pearl
their silver lining treasure
held soft beautiful warm babe.
In her finger beams
a light touching inside thoughts
sitting posed at three o’clock.
The moon just pops out
in kissing a golden sun
white ivory pearls smiling.
Within daylight thoughts
sweetly I pray in sunlight
shining warm all over you.
Deep ocean salted
with the bluest warmest waves
luster smiles sunshine color.
The magic tear drop
forms the silver lining bright
and cries for ivory pearls.
Alchemic water
wondrous most blue, dark and rare
lies love in Salt of the Earth.
Mermaids caress hope
encouraging happiness
makes all the more magical.
Pearl chain links in place
Neptune commands do it now
with finest gold most smiling.
Bathed best and brightest
white ivory pearls ready
for their concatenation.
Neptune’s grandeur finds
all sea creatures in awe now
abounds pearl dreams of rare love.
Pearl Dreams of Rare Love
14 linked all so precious
from the ocean’s heart and soul.
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 16, 2014)
(Terza Rima in Unrhymed Tercet poetic format)
Live with Gratitude then our Life will be Full of Wonders
If we are proud of ourselves then it will give us a good feeling of satisfaction and self-esteem.
The moment when we have done something for someone else, and received an abundant thanks from them, that will give a confident and respectful impression.
Therefore it is very crucial to be ourselves and be thankful for others as well, in order to give them an excellent sense of appreciation.
Also, do not feel sad for the things that are unreachable for us at this time, but to know and realize what we have been achieved so far.
We should always have a feeling of gratitude for what we have right now, because then miracles may occurred around us if there is something new reveals.
Every morning when we wake up, we should be grateful and realize how beautiful our new day can be.
When we immediately seeing all the positive things, we are knowing that we can solve everything with a right formula it will give the perfect solution.
Be grateful that we can breathe new air again and enjoy the day with new opportunities, we ourselves are the one that can give this influence.
Give respect to get it back, and those who doesn’t want to have mutual respectful understanding with us are not the good partners in our life.
Gratitude for all the good things that we meet every day with self-esteem and avoid all the evil from ungrateful people.
A concatenation of grateful people in our circle of friends will perform more miracles than what we see in Walt Disney cartoons.
Have faith in ourselves, respect the laws and be gratitude for life, this may also give nature a chance to show us the miracles.
La Isla del Encanto
(El Poema del Linda)
There was no Elizabethan
Changing of eyes
On the Isle of Enchantment;
No sudden moment of charm or bewilderment.
Rather, came a delicate awakening
Like soft dawn rising over groves
Redolent of plantain and nectar.
The Linden tree calls her
Soft and tender
So too a neo-Latin name for
Beauty
As she was
Ever
Native to islands
Born from sea spray
A soft mystery to be read,
Explored, and never concluded...
And now I see it
So absolutely like
The shawl settled
Across her shoulders
Lifting in the breeze
Ushered in by grace.
As such,
She wandered to my bed where
Passion can burn in one candescent night.
But where love
Is a different calendar.
Not precise and never numbered...
Indeed, ahead unfold
A concatenation of days
Accruing as a mausoleum of memory
Where gentle spirits lay forever
Eschewing sleep in favor
Of allowing auras to seep into
And inform
The ever-expanding present,
Of an interlocking reverie.
Slow growth,
delicate and steady...
Becoming more entwined
The moment fingers locked
And we ascend towards bloom.
A lattice made from mutual mistakes
Holds up, defiant ---
Lends skeletal strength
While mapping the body of
One ardent dream.
And what soft lumen roused me
From my torpid slumber
Waking me to lilt of sea-song?
Aurora's nascent dactyls
Inched up horizon line
Ascending like aspiring wisps of hope
Spreading warmth unnoticed
Until, by zenith
All shall be bright and clear
Where we share a common tongue
But speak a deeper language
Not private, but privileged.
Granted only those who move
Beyond number and word
To caress contradiction
Embrace the ineffable
Partake of the fabulous Dane's
Mystic leap of faith.
If this be the reward to come
In learning from the past
Then let me, please
Mistake no more...
4 ablution 4 acclimatization 4 adulation
4 benediction 4 biotransformation 4 blastulation
4 concatenation 4 conception 4 configuration
4 declaration 4 dictation 4 differentiation
4 ejaculation 4 emancipation 4 ********
4 fascination 4 flagellation 4 flocculation
4 gastrulation 4 glamorization 4 glorification
4 habituation 4 harmonization 4 homogenization
4 implantation 4 impregnation 4 incubation
4 jubilation 4 junction 4 juxtaposition 4 kation
4 keratinization 4 k-ration
4 labialization 4 libation 4 liquidation
4 manifestation 4 menstruation 4 micro-encapsulation
4 negotiation 4 notification 4 notion
4 ovation 4 oviposition 4 ovulation
4 parturition 4 penetration 4 perpetuation
4 quadruplication 4 qualification 4 question
4 reaction 4 repopulation4 reproduction
4 sanctification 4 schematization 4 scintillation
4 thermojunction 4 titillation
4 underestimation 4 unification 4 union
4 validation 4 valuation 4 vasocongestion
4 weatherization 4 workstation
4 zombification 4 zonation
Biological copulation draws Easter egg,
fecund gooey glommed gametes
heralding zygote
(adroit bitcoin currency)
describing extemporaneous fusion
generate hormonal influx
juices kickstarting life manifold
natural occurrence pregnancy quilts
rudimentary secrete tapestry
until vicar wizard yields
zealous adorable biological concatenation,
derivative extrapolated filigreed
Gonads heft, induce jointly knotted linkedin MineCraft
nascent occurrence
presaging quintessential reproduction, sharing third trimester,
umbilical venerated womb
yawping zee amazing baby, credit deoxyribonucleic acid,
enigma fantastically grand
husband injected jetted klatch, leaving microscopic nothings,
opportunistically pierced quarters, readied shutterfly trap,
uterus vibrantly welded
* * * * * * * * *
yoked zappa bun, cooked definitive enchilada,
formula generations hardy
induced jimmied kin, labored maternal newborn, one pricked queue,
randiness spurred testes ubiquitously, voyaged whimpering yelper
thence subjected to the royal treatment
whence reality inundates the full term offspring
upon a lifelong journey (initially as a foreigner sans in utero),
but willfulness viz life source secures survivor
against the pinging peccadilloes
learning by trial and error to iron out kinks
as one among the human league
since the modus operandi to transcend encumbrances
triggers built in impetus
to traverse poet tent shill pitfalls along
space/time continuum trajectory
which adversity only serves to net greater strength
since that instantaneous and spontaneous bitmap
encoded upon conception.
Form:
Biological copulation draws Easter egg,
fecund gooey glommed gametes
heralding zygote
(adroit bitcoin currency)
describing extemporaneous fusion
generate hormonal influx
juices kickstarting life manifold
natural occurrence pregnancy
quilts rudimentary secrete tapestry
until vicar wizard yields
zealous adorable biological concatenation,
derivative extrapolated filigreed
Gonads heft, induce jointly knotted linkedin
MineCraft nascent occurrence
presaging quintessential reproduction,
sharing third trimester,
umbilical venerated womb
yawping zee amazing baby,
credit deoxyribonucleic acid,
enigma fantastically grand
husband injected jetted klatch,
leaving microscopic nothings,
opportunistically pierced quarters,
readied shutterfly trap, uterus vibrantly welded
* * * * * * * * *
yoked zappa bun,
cooked definitive enchilada,
formula generations hardy
induced jimmied kin,
labored maternal newborn,
one pricked queue,
randiness spurred testes ubiquitously,
voyaged whimpering yelper
thence subjected to the royal treatment
whence reality inundates
the full term offspring
upon a lifelong journey
(initially as a foreigner sans in utero),
but willfulness viz life source
secures survivor against pinging peccadilloes
learning by trial and error to iron out kinks
as one among the human league
since the modus operandi to transcend
encumbrances triggers built in impetus
to traverse poet tent shill pitfalls
along the space/time continuum trajectory
which adversity only serves to net greater strength
since that instantaneous and spontaneous bitmap
encoded upon conception.
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Tis' life I bring to my garden gate
On a palette of colors by my front door
Each day I can play as I cultivate
Many blooms I have spawned as a grower
Many suns, many moons have sweated and swooned
In the coming and going of seasons
But now even more the old metaphor
Has me thinking of all the wrong reasons
For now as I gaze on the flowery state
The day has drawn long and lost its mettle
As the giving up of the ghost Gladiola's fate
And the rankled Rose is shedding its petals
The collapsing Chrysanthemum has irritated the Iris
While the perishing Peony has drawn to conclusion
The senescent Sunflower floundered its prowess
The tired Tiger Lily needs an infusion
Drooping Dahlias and doddering Daffodils
Are waning with dwindling demeanor
No enterprise or miracle can save them with sheer will
Their disposition will never be lusty or keener
It gives a small comfort though to know
That even if beauty fades with the turning of the seasons
It gathers in blossoms of the moments that in our hearts grow
And lasts as true love always fresh, ever pleasing
Tis life I bring to my garden gate
Each day I can play as I cultivate
On a palette of colors by my front door
Many blooms I have spawned as a grower
June 19, 2019
courting danger and driven to foolish heights for some
genetics enable calculated risks
proving that dopamine minds
mostly roll the dice
why tempt fate
Freud’s finds
slips of the tongue misstatements reveal underlying
thoughts the unconscious has drives as do chipped disks
disciplined by providence
warns those to think twice
why tempt fate
surely
we’re aware that one thought linked strangely to another
a concatenation of circumstances
or cursed synthetic lifes bet
is doomed destiny
why tempt fate
if set
PAIR OF CANARIES
Gilt twins winging
Through sunlight streams
In their window at home
Filling their golden yellow days.
Spring and swing
A tiny jump not far from the other
Bounce along the perch, follow close,
And neck rubs neck.
Twittering their timeless melodies
Through the window from their world
Of wires and mirrors glittering
Light music in the sun.
Sharing water and seed,
Preening a feather together,
Beaks clicking in concatenation,
Sleeping heads tucked under wings.
Entwined golden souls, each
Caring for a canary.
A flutter of hearts and wings
A lifetime flight.
The power to create lies not beyond my grasp
Pawns of my making;
Kings and queens, monarchs and matriarchs
Emperors and empresses, enchantresses and peasants,
Even those who dared defy the gods,
Dare not defy me
An incidental untimely flick of my wrist
Is all it takes to erase your ephemeral existence
From even the most ancient of scrolls
Hidden behind the hushed
Dusty antique secretive oak doors
Of the world of the non-existent
Your fate is just a dark dice
I choose when to roll
Trials and tribulations
Judgement or redemption
Non is far from my caustic imagination.
An easy concatenation of your eternal verities
Can simply make me mess
With the threads of your sanity
And knock at the temples of your sanctity.
Create and destroy, make and shatter
All is just a fragment of my power.
I can make worlds attend their obsequies
And rulers of your time bow at my feet
I would be inclined to let you be known of my presence
But of all, none of you I deem worthy enough
To traipse in the halls of my courts.
As for to whom I owe this ode,
Dearest, are you sure you want to know?
Yes, our Creator's Love; this always comes and it goes between to good people and or thing, and in and between Him just as each uses this all; to remain faithfully helpful; to this effort of remaining lovesome for Him, and for one another, and for all life; or; possibly not. But oh yes; to share in this effort with a grateful and ever-gracious gusto!
Yes, fond are these memories running parallel with the truth, but to have loved, just once. Though I would want this again, our Creator in His Goodness, tells me not to worry. His goodness is with all of us on this journey.
Because my faith is hopeful and honest and so is fate.
Propitious the rondos' end-bold in their generous concatenation. Yes; frilly whirlwind June bugs caught up all about us flopping around in their daily dallying, teasing, and toying all around and again waylaying around way to way infinitely, have left me rather intrigued.
As the many shimmering Trout billowing up soaring about aloft and afoot each sometimes a foot and a half or two above the waters under the clear skies above us fall back down into the surface to try and catch them as the shadows floundering, and floating around ever gingerly, and ever-swiftly now all aloft within their effort to greet the Sun, and; the Son; cast their jest of all of this effort upon Jamie and me. Yes, and so in their haste to catch a little glips at a meal, out fly fishing under the full moon so bright a part of the glimmering stars with little Jamie now I have faith enough to know, with our Creator being in charge of all our blessings; and luck! One or two maybe three Trout they'll soon be in our buckets tied up hugging the shore there for breakfast.
But still and yet with no bait. To pick up one, then even several more a floating bug, to tie them up as the bugs themselves I know too now follow after a purpose. Yes, this would be to bring, a sweet, honeysuckle to the Trout; and to be as faithful give to all one a taste as fresh a Love Everlasting.
To live I would die to uphold them in their prominence, given the opportunity of this challenge. Because if it all is still a challenge for my faith to embrace the elements and apparent facts; knowing that fate always provides another opportunity; my faith is humbled. Because my faith I know today is as honest as what it follows after, now, here and hereafter.
Enveloped in luxuriant
life giving verdigris;
I breathe in the light;
exhale the darkness.
Cellular metamorphosis;
fusion of spirit essence;
concession to chrysalis
trans-formative
intervention...
Miraculous visitation,
persistent progression,
a celestial procession;
time-slipping
towards renewal...
concatenation luring elation;
blissful appreciation
for Raphael’s gift...
I succumb to
supernal rejuvenation.