Best Conversely Poems

They elude me now ...words
Drinking befits a drowning man possessed
Swimming off this broken page
Baton winning in a relay race
I breached the ribbon sliced with chest
Joy! I gasped


Grown tired of my own riddles
Those halting jagged lines
Conversely I committed 
So disrespectful of my crimes
In dispatchment utter lunacy
Forgiveness...

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all earthy lives still have to die
and that’s how it was meant to be
though man and science question why

we celebrate the joys of life
and that’s how it was meant to be -
conversely, we don’t welcome strife

we grieve to see loved ones pass on
and that’s how...

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Is science fiction an oxymoron?
How can science be fiction
When it is the process by which myth
Is eliminated and all that is tangible
In the world is interpreted? And isn’t fiction
Nothing more than the literary
Manifestation of the dreams
That crash through the barriers
Of reality? How then
Can the two...

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- TRUTH-

Her attraction has no equal
Our lady of the night
Her virtue is a temple
Veiled in bridal white
But as if out of fashion
She discarded all her clothes
We built her in our systems
But she died in all of those

We seek her in our pulpits
We seek her in...

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Oh , how I desire universal, racial equality.
Not just forced “liberal” politically imposed. morality.



It must spring from each soul, free as a spring flower.!
Not forced to swallowed, as a lump of  hard coal.



Color does not, in anyway make one superior.
Conversely., color does not make...

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"Light travels faster than sound".
A fact that appears quite unique.
Conversely, sometimes people appear to be bright,
until after you hear them speak!

Things don't always stay the same
if you know what I mean?
Consequently, "Change is inevitable".
(except from a vending machine)

Patience can be a misnomer,
so don't let yourself...

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I remember you from when we were young 
We never paid much mind 
To the mingling of our eyes 
We never said goodbyes 
To the moments we'd find 

We weren't much more than strangers 
You, with your boys to lead 
Me, with an oppressor to...

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FORGIVENESS FEELS LIKE A ROTTED GRAVE

Some have said that forgiveness feels like a rotted grave.  Perhaps to some, that is true.  But allow me to share the feeling I receive through forgiveness.  Over my lifetime, I discovered that I had wrongfully hurt...

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Never say never for fate knows you well
Karma has plans for you, you cannot imagine
The future awaits beyond the next tomorrow
Find joy in your life merely waiting to see,
But, keep in mind, it may be heaven or hell.
For success and tragedy often walk together
And sometimes...

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Science can’t save you, neither can religion,
at least Popper and Niebuhr, philosophers and poets,
are entertainers, which is why actors and athletes
are paid so much. Thanks for the summaries.
I was teaching Shakespeare’s 92nd ridiculous sonnet
to my student who lays blacktop in the off season
Shakespeare bellyaching about...

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The beauty I had overlooked
In my haste to get things done--
Another took the time to see
In the wash of morning sun.

The rose that grew beyond my wall...
I think scarlet was her hue--
How sad I failed to notice her
For all I had to do.

Yet all the...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Tulum
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: October/2013


Tulum, 
in the morning sun,
 is like a diamond 
shining brighter 
than
any diamond 
that 
your eye's
will ever see -

Only a few 
can say 
that 
they have seen 
this mythical
wonder...

the Mayan city, 
that stands 
on a rocky 
promontory 
overlooking 
the Caribbean 
sea -

When you're
here 
in this 
ancient city,

you feel
the spirit's 
of 
the 
Maya people,

Who 
discovered
this sacred
place...

the
sea route
that linked
Mexico
to 
Central America -

During
the time
of the 
Maya people,
the city
was
called
Zama
which means
Dawn -


At the
turn
of
the
twentieth
century
with
the arrival
of
the Spanish
Conquistadors,
the...

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I thought I'd write another poem,
but really, don't know why!
Cause, I got no inspiration,
but, still I'm gonna try!

I don't know what to write about,
that makes it hard to do!
I might come up with something,
but, it may take a week or two!

It could be something funny!
It...

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Deprivation is a great teacher
Empty cupboards and growing weeds

Cause the soul to stir
To disdain idle chitchat and merriment

Lessons learned transform the spirit from sand to granite
Conversely, dissipation and luxury turn lives to shards

Always getting one's way leads to the house of destitution
Too much milk and...

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In 1968,
a time of great concern for healthy human civil rights
for and of women as well as LeftBrain culturally dominant men,
Gregory Bateson invited a Symposium
not quite a finished Symphony
proposing Moral and Aesthetic Structure of Human [Climate] Adaptation.

He closed his invitation to show up as follows
[with...

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