Best Deliberations Poems
With the onset of advancing age, so I find,
A man grows weary of all mundane talk;
Occupies his every spare, idle thought
With that of the slow, reflective kind.
Regretful of many a squandered hour,
Turning his back on the squabbling nations,
Their woeful, self-serving deliberations,
Dreams wistfully of his own starlit tower.
Should he hopefully find that blessed stair,
Wound insides of the ancient, dim lit wall,
Where tread from unseen feet sometimes fall,
He could but elevate himself above his cares;
There, throwing his soul upon the night,
Lift his gaze upon a tumultuous crowding!
His thinning pate adorned with a crowning
From a far-flung, pale, distant light.
And if he was to fix his mind upon that point;
To that moment forcefully bring to bear,
With every ounce of fibre when stood there,
An unremitting will to somehow exploit,
That, which, the mystics so jealously guarded...
Then, perhaps, he might too ascend?
For, in all reality, at the very end,
All is thrown off...the very body discarded.
Therefore I will choose my own finality.
I give my remaining days to old worn steps
Enclosed in rock, a turret that silhouettes
Against an endless sky; and if it should be
That I find such hallowed battlements
Give aging legs the strength to slowly climb,
To praise the celestial and sublime,
When reaching up where my God frequents.
For though those stars seem out of reach,
Unattainable by grand, omnipotent design,
Nevertheless I am thusly to be inclined
To offer up a prayer and unto him beseech:-
"Immortal father who created mortal man,
Ye who sits above all earthly thrones,
Give unto me old tools and rubbled stones,
And I shall endeavour to do what I can...
To rebuild that abandoned, crumbled tower...
For, Lord, be it only by dreams men are
Truly empowered"!
Categories:
deliberations, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
VI
Transcendent in that unparalleled
Attire!
I confess I cannot help but admire,
And always did,
What all other men should find very
Much
Irresistible in her;
It is as if,
With the merest uplifting of that
Proud and arrogant chin,
The outstretched hand, it's slightest
Touch,
She effortlessly could defer
The uncertain fate of whole nations.
Suddenly, at the corners of the
Mouth, that insidious little grin...
And I am left wondering, again, what
Now for these new deliberations?
Categories:
deliberations, for her, myth,
Form:
Rhyme
*** NOMAD ***
(For Ian and Bryan)
The gifts just out of reach…Always?
Scoping the search?
With the contentments
Of peace to be found,
Buried like treasure…And
Hunted?
Beloved nomad
Seeking place
Among the ridges
Of the lost caves your eagles
Scan horizons
To discover, while watching
constantly over you —
Traveling with your long stretch
Of discontented camels,
Snorting and spitting,
Their loads grown heavier than
The darkness near descending;
Their eyes forever looking
Over the empty distances —
Perhaps as feared
As Earth’s edges —
For any, any possible oasis
Appealing to you with
Some hope of settling.
So do
Stop periodically,
To recall all you love. And
Bend, to measure sought ends,
Letting run
Handfuls of unfamiliar sand
Between your fingers — not
Worrying over spent years
Yet to come —
As you watch the grains of sand
Drizzling down, falling
To a familiar dune
To continue their endless rest.
Nomad, continuing the search
For that similar someplace
Of origin, for re-starting on
The pathways to the where-
Evers far from any ends…or
Before finding then truly
What was held all the while.
Consider that the sought ends
Could assuringly be meant
To wait for the journey’s close,
With much to be said for
Actually moving through reality
While the mind, too, may wish
To avoid doubts or deliberations
In stillnes —
Most happy to feel new breezes
Touch past; or to hear unfamiliar
Voices sing out greetings; and
For incongruities to shake
The soul closer to God.
The journey’s progress (surely
With some luck in the going,
Or help from a greater
Force if while staying)
Does occur in the there
Or the here, hopefully to be
Concluded in a spot for
Body and mind, which
Your eagle has eyed
In many fewer than forty years…
For you are loved, your way blessed.
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(c) sally young eslinger 2/25/22
Thanks be to God
Categories:
deliberations, encouraging, identity, imagery, love,
Form:
Didactic
I stand neck-high tall
within the quicksand
of my infirmities.
Green and gaunt,
I hesitantly genuflect.
Ravaged tendons and corpuscles
are barely breathing
within the vacant corridors
of a soiled carcass.
My ardor for vindication
has been abandoned.
I presently refrain from accepting
the consultation of
umbrous soothsayers.
Readers of tealeaves and tarot cards
hurl my infractions towards
the apex of your divinity
and the nadir of my scrutiny.
I espy no Judas rope
(dangling from lofty boughs)
as scores
of unanswered novenas
sleep beneath my fingernails.
Scars flourish upon my skin -
agnate to larvae
and dried leaves.
The density of my marrow
turns moss covered and dank.
Choirs of starving nestlings
bear witness to my afflictions.
Swallowing the last notes
of a disenchanted requiem;
they slowly bind my wrists
with twigs of knotted reflections -
as Harper Lee's macaws
peck my cheeks and
the calculated feast ensues.
A murky blanket
of eventide quilts me
in fibers of remorse.
Lesions burst
underneath my skin;
they herald my inhumanity
as I impishly smile.
Connect-the-dot cold sores,
(not found in children’s books)
entwine a raw endoscope probe -
mocking
my charted results.
Inky woodlands
are devoid of carnival mirrors
and inner deliberations.
Such forms
of bun coed celebration minuet
within another's emptied psyche.
The conduits
to my umbra are blocked.
All exits are closed.
So, into the woods I go,
medicine chest-closed
and matchstick available.
Searching for answers
the starving nestlings
formerly consumed.
Categories:
deliberations, introspection
Form:
Free verse
Jeremiah Clay
1831 – 1897
To my friends in the faith:
In life, I often observed the ants.
Great profound lessons can be learned
Within the microcosm
Of their silent movements
And relentless deliberations.
I have seen the sanguinary Argentines
Invade the nests of the weaker ones
Have watched them trespass and kidnap and enslave
The lowly ones,
The vulnerable ones,
The perceived inferior ones.
I have witnessed the regal queen
Taken and murdered by her captors.
I have been appalled and dumbfounded
By their muted acts of savagery and cruelty.
And I have been utterly devastated
By the enforced bondage of the black ones,
The nether ones,
The rejected ones.
Great God in heaven!
Where be thy justice?
Great Jehovah, my Lord!
Let the last now,
Be the first!
Categories:
deliberations, slavery,
Form:
Epitaph
A cacophony of cheers
Sand sprays like fireworks
From feet, hands, ball, hair.
Four women, two-a-side,
In a battle for the ages.
A motion of fluidity and a
Knowledge brought forth
From years in the fray.
Sun, rain, the elements,
Just more adversaries
In a long procession of
Combatants put asunder
By their clear dominance
Of a gritty game of volleys.
The Americans had few
Times met with struggle
Along their long journey
Toward the gilded yellow
Badge of Olympic honor,
But this night the glint in
The eye, the coordinate
Movements of limbs and
Lengths and deliberations,
The perfection of intents
And wiles and exertions,
Would not birth triumph,
But instead place a bitter
Pill flat on their tongues.
But such is the bare truth
Of warfare, and such is
The coming of wisdom ...
For without that sour taste
And constricting swallow,
We have no estimation
Of the finer, sweeter things
That the battlements of
Life hold within their walls.
Gold knows no favorite,
Nor does it gleam in the
Eyes of the fortunate only.
Momentum true is the key
And this night it flowed
For the sake of those
Whose feet knew this
Beach as their own ...
Who felt their home and
Peoples and affinities all
In the grainy coursing of
Cold granules underfoot,
And sometimes, when
The heart has the peace
Of its OWN around it, that's
All the difference needed.
But character outshines
The most precious ores,
And in that bold and true
Respect, our wonderfully
Beautiful and courageous
Girls of Stars and Stripes,
Shall ALWAYS stand at
The top of the podium,
And the anthem of our
Appreciation and pride
Will always play in their
Ears ...
We love you, Kerri
Walsh Jennings and April
Ross, and you are, without
Question or argument,
The very BEST.
Categories:
deliberations, america, beach, courage, patriotic,
Form:
Free verse
The cunningness I feel is near:
It tries coming for a stay
Living within a beast, I once lived in
It's a bit dangerous wanting my play.
I have to be careful, now, right:
Staying in the right of my light
By this, odious toxin that's near
It likes to fight at my nights, I fear.
It made me sick a lot of times:
Lusting its seducing bite in me, crimes
Its promises turn into untrustworthy lies
Here is a sinister demon that terrifies.
It teases me with its pleasures:
Oh, one of a kind, it is, no measures
Telling me that I need it to survive
A bewildering demon, I've lost, run hide!
Every day seems like a struggle lately:
Keeping a sinister entrapped at its bay
These demons are up prowling to entice, be
Awaiting its day to play with me!
It feeds on my aches of pains:
Mind, the guilts, the greed that has stained
The more I hurt inside fighting, being real
The more this, slither, comes to steal.
I sensed life had enough of me:
My spirit was crushed, hurt, torn apart
Its Roar stood, heard for miles, miles I say
A venom beast has awakened, now bites.
This poison, I once craved:
The feel, pushing temptations
To care about absolutely nothing
Not even for myself, deliberations.
This slither came to suck the life out of me,
To bring the poison, sinister closer in
Though the bag, done gone that day
I've yet to lose, to this poisoning again
A malevolence venom, I once craved
Have yet to win within.
Categories:
deliberations, abuse, addiction, betrayal, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
Twisted
Grotesque
Fate and pain embracing
Going for a stroll inside my head
My mind lurks in the darkness of insanity
My veins are rivers, flooding my deliberations
On my knees I confess as I thrust the knife yet deeper
Overflowing red raindrops falling
My eyes sunken
Screams .... va-te'n va-te'n tite ange
My heart rendered useless
Glass shatters all around
As the walls close in
I long for the swamp
Hidden away from humanity
I carry a heavy burden wrapped in chains
As I look into myself
I strangle him
Falling upon tainted soil
I lie twisted
Notes: va-te'n va-te'n tite ange is Cajun French, meaning " go away, go away little angel"
Categories:
deliberations, angst, introspection, pain, voyage,
Form:
Light Verse
**Friends , breaking my composition into sections , due lenght restrictions **
Thales :The First Philosopher Scientist :-
Thales visited Egypt to study geometry ,
And also developed his unusual mathematical
ability !
Back in 585 BC he became very famous , -
By accurately predicting an eclipse of the sun !
Those early days of antiquity , had no clear
divisions between science and philosophy !
With philosophy , science , and mathematics , -
all were rolled into one ;
Thales became very renowned for his theorems !
One theorem stated that when you draw a triangle ,
Inside a semi-circle , it always had a right angle !
He was the first to introduce the process of
deduction , -
Deriving mathematical statements from logical
observations !
He was an exceptional man of antiquity ,
Much ahead of his time , - deserving publicity !
ANAXIMANDER (611-546 BC) :
Had introduced the sun-dial into Greece .
His treaties ‘On Nature’ was the first
philosophical work in Greek prose , -
Which the people of Greece had ever known !
For him the ‘arche’ was the ‘Boundless or
the Infinite’;
A space filling animate mass , a kind of
mysterious mixture ,
From which all things arose through
separation ,
Whose true nature he never described , -
Specifically or otherwise , in all his
deliberations !
ANAXIMENES (588-524 BC) :
A pupil of Anaximander - declared it was
air , mist or vapor ,
Which held the key to all reality forever !
From air all things arose through rarefaction
and condensation ;
Rarefied air into fire gets blown !
But when condensed it transformed into , -
Wind , cloud , water , earth and stone !
Man’s soul which is air , holds him together ,
So does the air which envelopes the earth -
sustaining all matter !
Since all changes are produced by motion ,
and motion being eternal ;
Further clarification he felt was not needed ,
and had nothing more to tell !
These Milesians with their innovative philosophy ,
Tried to seek a single explanation for the universe ,
and its multiplicity ! (To be continued with Pythagoras
of Samos next !) -Raj Nandy .
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Categories:
deliberations, historyearth, philosophy, science, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
“As a contributor of this publication
you now have the chance to be
selected as one of the top 50 poets
in the over 25 year-olds’ category,
be invited to a prestigious performance
poetry final to perform your poem
in front of an expert panel of judges
and a live audience” I jumped after reading
this mail from poetry soup. The organizers
Andrea,Poet Destroyer,Suzzane,
Joyce,Yasmin,kash,Carrie, nette,
Debbie, Sara Kendrick,Craig,
Richard, Giorgio, Jimbo,harry,Don,
Shar ,Char, C.L. , Bob Hinslaw,Constance,
Wilma, Judy ,Joe,shadow and more…
Meeting Andrea,Poet Destroyer and Suzanne
my top priority.I presume they are nice people.
Joyce, I want to ask her, how write this way?
Great elegance in style! Yasmin and nette
believe they are great ones. They may
never bother to smile. Suzzane ,the new
age Homer ,the Greece poet worshiping Apollo,
the god of poetry.I will certainly cherish the
intellectual deliberations with Suzzane.
The other poets how could it be to
praise and being praised.Certainly be a
great occasion. The chief coordinator Andrea
busy organizing the whole event by carrying
the smile.I believe that day is not too far.
I start saving money in my money box.
Hoping to see all by the near future. Love to see
this community flourish with Grace.
Guys & gals see you.
Dated :01-11-2013.
For the contest “Meeting the Soupers” from Yasmin Khan.
Categories:
deliberations, friend, friendship,
Form:
Free verse
Sunday morning tempted me out to the beach
As the sun tumbled down its' white warmth
Splashing glisters of light on the near flat water;
Paparazzi pools of a million flashbulbs.
The morning of the last day of the weekend
Tipping point between relaxation and drudgery
Hours of indulgence line up for their embrace;
Hip pockets of foreboding at their climax.
Early morning dog-walkers greet huskily
Willingly trapped in the endless cycle of pet love
A petrol blue Labrador bunkers about;
Unleaded freedom amongst the beach grass.
Turning, the old train line left-frames the scene
Coarse grass yields to sand and sea
Near distant the old village shop and pub;
Blytonesque imagery from my childhood.
Returning home to my lazy Sunday brunch
Coherent and intelligible thought pervades
Deliberations on tomorrows' toil dissipate
As I resolve to live in todays' jigsaw piece.
Categories:
deliberations, happiness, life, time,
Form:
Free verse
Hey,come 3rd quarter of each calender year, it is that time of the year again,
This phenomenon is headlined in local dailies each day, again and again...
An enviromental situation, all kinds of experts in general do agree...
A regular man-made consequence from widespread clearing and burning of trees..
All over the country, as in the whole Asian region, the sun is but a blur pall of crimson...
Evidence of the filtering effects of the haze particles in atmospheric conditions..
This pall of haze or jerebu is now a password upon which to start a conversation...
Something akin to the British How's The Weather way of striking up a conversation..
Make a comment about this hazy situation and you can be sure of an observation...
That something urgent needs to be quickly done to elevate this distressing condition...
Everyman in the street is aware of this thick smoky mist that envelope the environment...
People are advised to use face masks to reduce the intake of unhealthy irritants...
Even as the sale of face masks are flying off the shelves, what a situation...
People with breathing problems like asthma are to stay indoors, lessen outdoor exertions..
Scheduled flights has to be cancelled unless flying visibility index is acceptable...
Schools are ordered to close when the official haze index breach certain levels...
Cloud seeding efforts are in force to seed rainfall which will clear considerably the opaque sky..
Just so that such unhealthy and unfavourable conditions will not cloud future skies...
Government efforts are intensified to once again negotiate for cross border cooperation...
Time and again, all these actions are routine responses to mitigate the people's indignation...
For year to year, we the public , suffer all kinds of inconveniences and challenges..
When each calender year enters the 3rd quarter, we suffer again this haze in stages..
Hopes are high, maybe this year things will be different, things will be better...
Down come the promised rain and the situation clears, until the next year...
When once again we all go through the whole rigmorale of negotiations and deliberations...
Safety measures and advice for the masses, cloud seeding efforts and of course, fervent prayers...
Welcome to the haze situation here in Asia...!
Categories:
deliberations, autumn, earth, environment, introspection,
Form:
Narrative
When we first met at the beach
where we exchanged pleasantries, and
engaged in a long conversation
where you told me you baffled
at the ebbs and flows of the tide
yet scuttled at the soaring altitude
of encroaching waves
that outstretch and blend in like the dimples on your cheeks…
where you told me you wished you were free like birds
of the air,
you would venture out across the deep to far
unfamiliar lands
free from fetters of familial ties…
You did not fall for me,
nor did I for you…
That our paths crossed, that we met at the beach,
were predestined inclinations of our stars,
devoid of mortal deliberations;
though we felt we could give ourselves a chance
You did not fall for me,
nor did I for you
But,
we fell for that rare bond of our sudden connection
strengthened by
the obvious likeness of our mental aesthetics
we fell for the rejuvenating rays of the setting sun,
for the flight of falcons across the clear clouds,
for the swishing sands of the sea, and
the towering waves wavering before our eyes…
we fell for our aligning dreams
that conjoined like Siamese twins in our minds’ eyes
conceived in the depths of our hearts
You did not fall for me,
nor did I for you
It was the dilemma of our fate.
Categories:
deliberations, memorial day,
Form:
Free verse
Expectation's misdemeanors
outflanking volition
infringed upon experience's
self-imposed options,
griping on about whirlwind's
imposing velocity to
which atmospheric pressure
has naught resolving power
whence high tide pressure rises
persuading tendencies,
universe hardly questions 'why'
to phenomenons' meddle,
psychobabble' s deliberations
deluding prospective trespasses,
conclusive interpretation hence life
is but a crapshoot game of chance
Categories:
deliberations, allegory, hyperbole, philosophy,
Form:
Carpe Diem
I was a soul born in chaos
my beginnings and consciousness infinitesimal
I have been blasted by forces
outside of my own natures call
and yet I can see the raw beginning
of a mind fluid
with the elements of the cosmos
this "life" has been an experience of
implosions , explosions , explorations
bombardment , impartment , eruption
corruption , inattention , and deliberations
my consciousness is aware of it's implications
my judgments categorize the experiences
such as a minute star is transformed
by the particles and forces
to which it is subjected
So too are we
but cosmological law
is annulled in it's full power
when in contact with chaos
I am fully cognizant of both
moral and cosmological law
I can jump off a cliff
or commit violence upon humans
I can actually pervert
the substance of cosmos where I reside
instead of planting , growing , harmonizing
refining my alignment with nature
I can poison , deform and subject
every participation to destruction
and as long as mankind's children
continue in the predator mentality
of their six thousand year experiments
of every violation of that which they should love
I am in total agreement with nature
that which is destructive to growth
needs removal , only with mankind
removal is "replacement" of ideology
a transformation of perspective and viewpoints
where the mind finds it desirable
to increase the beauty of LIFE
and not to poison it's fluid
the superlative and majestic cosmos
that our tinkering seeks to dissect
manipulate , rearrange it's manifestations
and in reflection this one thought
is of itself an infinitesimal insignificance
when standing before the face of LIFE
but it is my thought , my mind and
created by the most intensive force that
exists among mankind , LOVE of LIFE
HOPE in LIFE , and the seeking of every
manifestation of it's Glory
no man has seen God
but we at great length consider
all that we may perceive that to be ...
COPYRIGHT © 2015
C Michael Miller
PoetryofProvidence
Categories:
deliberations, christian, creation, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse