Best Conceptually Poems
Drinking a bloody mary, he stands aloof.
Not a snob but superior to his trade,
He is a poet of today.
Just look at his attar.
His facial expression tells of his dramatic aura.
Maybe, he is in dramatic internal dialogue.
His attire is appropriate.
He poses as a guru.
A skilled poet devises his next move.
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Penned on December 04, 2014!
New Form (by the Author): Symmetry
This new form is to produce symmetry in
reading conceptually, which means harmony or balance,
such as a poet with a sense of dimension...
The Book of Proverbs deals with wisdom and instructions
Its God's word on how to live a life of knowledgeable production
Its a reflection on godly actions and godly behavior
A wisdom driven book served with some spiritual flavor
So when you read this book don't take it literally
Contextualize the words and reflect on them conceptually
Wisdom is supreme and we need to heed it totally
And then apply it to life in a way most seriously
And when we use the words of God and all the truth it contains
Lead us not to our own understanding but allow the Holy Spirit to reign
To meditate and contemplate on the anointed word of God
By infusing it into our souls, our minds and our hearts
A wisdom driven life is to come to discover
That If you use godly wisdom over adversity you'll recover
Now better able to deal with life's highs and lows
Now better able to deal with people and their drama shows
Now better able to overcome addictions in all its forms
By apply godly wisdom to help you stay strong
A wisdom driven life is to trust in God's directions
By using His wisdom with skillful discretion
Now prepared when opportunity does come
Not allowing anything to make you cut and run
And it matters not your age, your gender nor your race
Now using godly wisdom to rise up in place
So don't allow anyone to perceive you as just a hustler or a taker
Use the gifts that God's given to you to be a mover and a shaker
No longer to use social media as just something to amuse
To turn it into a business so that income will infuse
To stop using drugs and alcohol to anesthetize your pain
No longer distracted as a way to deflect your hurt and shame
Now thinking outside of the box and letting wisdom rule
As wisdom is knowledge and knowledge is God's most powerful tool
Love is the essence
inflamed two lovers desire
creation alive
Love is the essence
joy beyond comprehension
new mother's dreaming
Love is the essence
spiritual, divine, I woke
integrity, faith
Love is the essence
sacrifice one's life purpose
humanities hope
Writers statement:
Conceptually love, is a universal feeling that people understand instinctively. It permeates our social/cultural worldviews connecting us biologically, spiritually is fluid and dynamic. The first three talk about love for another and love of self/spiritual awakening. The last is symbolic of sacrifice/ love for the planet, the importance of fighting for causes and integrity in our personal/ community lives.
Entered in Multiple-Haikus Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jamie Pan
Written 22/07/2019
1st Place with thanks
next time you look at those twinkles in the night sky
and sigh, there'll be a glimmer in your eye ...
what if light is the language of Star
and Star is the language of night
and night is the feeling of ineffable space
where the infinite writes insight,
with plasma roiling from its transmuting pen
into particles 'n photons that zeal;
that seems to me, to be so very real ...
then our shadow we see,
slow diving on the ground,
is a reminder of the night we carry,
everyday around
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on journaling: if you don't know where you've been, you'll not see where you are and can't
get to where you ought to be - the transmigration of writers is with ink - then there are
curious circles that fill our days and when we write them out and really look and see, a
turn of phrase that changes us conceptually, as the circle becomes spiral, a vortex to the
sky, where the Stars of hope wink 'n blink, and beckon us to fly
A man of honour and always a distant memory,
Lives as complex as a James Bond novel,
Fates affected by memory
Dreams delegating a love affair that could never be,
He and she colleagues of learning,
Each writing their scripts in their senior years,
Almost royal and regal conceptually,
Some of us live our dreams,
And some of us are blessed with dreaming.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Every Biscuit Has Its Day
By Tom Wright
8/8/2006
I tossed a biscuit to my old hound,
It conceptually then became a dog biscuit,
He refused to eat it
So actually that made it a bad dog biscuit,
He did bury it for later though
So technically I’d be correct in saying
That every dog oops biscuit has its day!
It must be all in how you wop the can!!
Tom
Oh, how can I describe you, ME,
When that's the person I can't see?
I look and look, and look some more,
Then ... lose what I was looking for!
You see, my mind spins on, no ends,
Awake or sleeping, still it wends ...
On several levels, all the time,
Games and numbers, music, rhyme ...
Reading backwards, cleaning house,
(It's no mistake I'm sans a spouse),
Physics problems solved for "fun",
Now THAT should frighten ANYone!
Disposed to casting crazy lots,
Unless I grind a thousand thoughts ...
Asleep, my dreams go on and on,
From shuteye 'til I blink the dawn.
I get no rest while lids are closed,
Intent on former questions posed ...
How can I let enigmas nurse
Such myst’ries of the Universe?!?
Oh, some find "complex" people grand,
Though clearly fail to understand ...
That others often think me odd,
Preoccupied - conceptually flawed ...
And while that MAY be quite correct,
I'm glad I'm stuck with this defect,
For all these quirks are purely ME ...
And that's who I was born to be!
~ 9th Place ~ in the "Quirks" Poetry Contest, Madison Demetros, Sponsor.
Easy Pieces
here's a game it's free to start
just for you
no rules to remember
advancing tiers of notoriety
will shoot you to moon with
collecting the easy pieces
tokenish collateral
of implied worth will pay
dividends of altering quotient
values
advancing players that hit
the ranking soak in the
attentive perks of their making
wondering about those
perks and coin jingling
fables made convincing translated
in bank account weighing
conceptually losing plays little part as
the many
easy pieces may get lost or run out
to be then recovered as a new piece
gets on board
rewarded effect of hitting above
the standard quo brings starstruck
admirers to lap up in a gushing lode
so bring your dreams of making it
big .. right to the top
luck is formed by mixing smirk
in ropes of rubbery auto-delete
bonds
Satisfaction is a long stretch of
imagination
safety nets or crash protection
not included
Wanna play?
The triggering of an awakening
may not be so intense ;
Conceptually applied to a visual
may even appear exaggerated, yet
The minds eye searches the unknown,
Only to reintroduce itself, too Self....
You are perfect in every way,
A man I can never have,
Handsome and debonair,
Love a purity that penetrates the soul,
Distinguished and divine,
Flies like a summer breeze,
Refined and sophisticated,
A realm multi-dimensional,
Complex and layered conceptually,
God's chosen blessed with marriage,
I am simply like a monarch butterfly,
Fluttering past a warm wind,
You are like sunlight,
Warm and sometimes hot,
Simply unreachable,
A blessing to mankind.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
The past and the future
fold into the present
Conceptually vacant
twice empty refrains
No before and no after
perpetually frozen
The ice of indenture
—this moment contains
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
Time is a word used to understand things that have passed,
A word that could mean slow or conceptually fast,
Do you understand what that means,
Or do you grab on and fly by those pant seams,
We use words to try to make sense of things,
From cosmological couplings to New York fashion flings,
A verbal frequency somehow makes sense,
For our conceptions are learned in a past tense.
Beset by boredom of mind I ponder the
illusion of I
Conceptually I doesn't exist but this fact
is hidden from eyes
I is an illusion of minds similar to lakes
in a desert
A mirage comes in the form of delusions
of a self never measured
One with all in which we are measured if it
weren't for I in the middle
We unconsciously took on this persona
now we find ourselves in a riddle
I isn't the center of things but it finds itself
at the core
Who planted this apple of eyes inside our
minds corridor?
Closer than one's paramour it elicits secrets
to hide
In reality it's illicit by nature but we go
along for the ride
Next time I comes around ask from where
it has come
If you stop to study its acts you'll see an
enemy of one
Told to invent, told to create,
Told to conceptually begin,
To touch all our souls from deep in our heart,
Told to express from within,
And dance and paint and write us a song,
Entertain and nurture our needs,
To feed our desire for beauty and love,
To grow and build on our dreams,
The life of our artist is a life full of give,
To provide a laugh, fear and cry,
We require our artist to prompt our emotions,
To make us all ask ourselves why,
Why is this pleasure with a civil critique,
Why do we feel how we feel,
To highlight the news and comments on life,
And showcase our social ideal.
The only conceptually perfect thing.
But where does it lead?
Is that all there is?