Best Delineated Poems
Rainy day here
in the city
Cooling us down from
summer heat
The steam from
the sidewalk
will eventually
cease to rise
Summertime is drawing to an end
Cooler winds will soon prevail
The time of firecrackers, and lazy beach days
will soon make way for the time for football
and the high holidays
Soon the forest will
be ablaze with red and gold colors
Autumn is approaching
Time continues its relentless onslaught
The years are not always kind
Yet I look forward to autumn
In autumn light life becomes
clearly delineated
The autumn breezes
will blow away sorrow and pain
The autumn sun
will shine down
and with it happiness
will return to the land
Life is often bittersweet
Yet, if we take our time
We can enjoy the
beginning of autumn
A heart ajar
a dream half seen
in a chest
whose lid was
quickly fastened.
A heart ajar
a smile half
delineated
upon a flake
of snow
which in
no time melts.
A heart ajar
a long beautiful sentence
whose verb
never dared
to come out
in the light.
A heart ajar
a poem half read
before you reach
its climax
and touch
its heaven.
A heart ajar
a love
drawing near
like a ray of sun
you try to catch
but will
always flee.
Love
and it may
open,
though.
Tim had all the necessary ingredients right next to his ancient burner
Shark teeth dangling from a sunken necklace at the cutting edge but
The amulet had turned into chains and shackles grinding the chef’s mind
A lost recipe for happiness but and he had no appetite for nourishment
Attrition boiled over when nutrition resembled a poisonous chalice
Too tired to take stock he dwelled on his primordial soup turning back
Primitive and involuntary he turned on the gas and smelled his demise
Rotten onions had depleted his tears thinly sliced and disguised
Fetid leeks leaked misery a trickle or two at full stagnant pace
Spoilt thyme oozed malodorous rosaries into beads of corrosion
Squashed tomatoes splashed foul decomposition into his eyes
Fennel funneled his vision into a bubbling hell of indigestion
Olive oil splashed straight into his heart with no glimmer of peace
Cantankerous garlic would not fend off his festering demons
While a bay leaf could not keep mortally morose sadness at bay
Great white oblivion but slowly Tim made friends with predation
Resolved he was allergic to fishy feelings and toxic distaste
He did not remember at first how to simmer emotions and passion
But onions started to sprinkle tears of joy and the shark pointed the way
Soon leeks from a Welsh legend delineated friend from mal-aligned foes
Thyme soothed his splattering cough and he found his true inner voice
Tomatoes seeded bright red orange chakras from base to the top while
Fennel fought of bloating depression and conquered agony’s cramps
Previously oblivious oils from virginal growth re-birthed him into life
He licked his wounds and wild garlic from an ocean of wonderment
And chose the berries from a long forgotten and noble laurel tree
Tim had barked up the wrong perspective and had muted the roar
Eventually he conjoined ingredients recipe and fortunate blessings
Left the sharks out of the chowder and slurped smooth soup into his shell
Each line the poet delivers
Reveals his passionate heart.
Nuance and beautiful imagery
Set his poetic scenes apart.
Each new thoughtful observance
Is delineated and crystal clear.
In each syllable there is a measured
Symphony for me alone to hear.
He sees what others carelessly overlook.
He feels what they cannot embrace.
Each poem rises with rhyme and rhythm
To the tempo of his God-given grace.
Far above his fellow poets in measured
Skill and well-deserved praise,
He pours himself into every verse
With shining eyes and hopeful gaze.
Sharing wisdom, humor, and honesty,
He draws me in to Read again.
Words
verbs
aimless
adjectives
amalgams of verse
unshaped until
imagination's birth
bursts
fly free
on unfettered wings
blown to
&fro
to settle
long
forgotten dreams
as words floating
as petals
on a stream
a fragrance that lingers
a passage of light
inspiration
delineated
as
a thought
ribbon
originality
conceived perceived
crystallised
in relief
Deepening Dusk
by Odin Roark
How might this relentless approach of final darkness
present its final moments before curtain?
The acts have been rewarding,
even as the protagonist and antagonist
missed some cues,
made a few false entrances,
and at times confused the audience
of only me.
Thankfully…
My catwalk view
where having long ago embraced
Gordon Craig’s Uber-Marionette concept,
his self-aware-life-enactment
being simultaneously puppet and puppeteer,
prepared me well for the Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations:
“All of us are creatures of a day;
the rememberer and the remembered alike.
The time is at hand when you will have forgotten everything,
And the time is at hand when all will have forgotten you.”
Such is the synchronous epiphany
with a drama’s final curtain
allowing a moment’s pause
before one’s inner-house lights
illumine yet another transition,
from “what if” to “what is” to “what might be”.
Hopefully the staging of one’s mirrored life
becomes companionable for the journey back home,
that place in one’s mind
where comforts remain tenuous
by often reluctant acceptance,
when overcoming challenges
is beyond one’s ability.
Yet…
To prepare for the final unpredictable,
when one’s deepening dusk
no longer finds the stage lit,
when illusion and delusion applaud together
the finished performance of one’s choices,
one’s experiences delineated into one’s
inner-monologue of truth.
“Pass, then, through this little space of time
in harmony with nature and end thy journey in contentment,
just as an olive falls off when it is ripe,
blessing nature who produced it,
and thanking the tree on which it grew.”
Marcus Aurelius
Incriminations bolster theories
pestered by daily
salutations, delusions
sanctimoniously intensified
by the written word
Your philosophy exculpates
delirium while triumphs
wisk away irremediable
suppositions that defy logic.
Hypocrisy appears delineated
with confused ramifications.
Cerebrum and Cerebellum
transpose inaccuracies into
soft, sweet music to the soul.
Artistic creation utilized
to succumb basic instincts
with craft: skills of
evasion and deception
manifest themselves in
your daily realm as you
deliver time's desires.
They suggested that I was just a toddler moving fast.
As they wine and dined, I heard all of them say
She will be sent to the best schools.
I was only three.
The living room was elegant.
Expensive furniture and beautiful walls of wallpaper with silk drapes were the interiors design.
When the sun shined through the windows, the splendor was defined.
I love to just see the flowers bloom free - so divine.
My mind ponders on those days.
Walking to school was always enjoyed
Until one rare occasion where I was chased by German shepherds.
I was eight years of age walking the tracks.
Do you believe I am alive today?
Natural life can be whimsical.
It provides you the acumen of a scholar.
In that room was diversity in the races, there were colors that delineated tomorrow.
There were struggles to never be departed.
Impulse urges notion prophecy foresaw.
The chandelier chimes when the wind blows.
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Penned April 05. 2015!
All You Need Is a Pen
We must admit and next thing you know it
You will become a bright and beloved poet
As more poems you start and write down
Will turn into a famous poet all over town.
Each of your poems they see and will read
Always finds and ends up fulfilling a need
You start turning them into story telling
Around world and read become compelling.
What they do after you read word for word
Into mind many images they are transferred
About their name they have no apprehension
They were used when we named an expedition.
How long the world has waited and waited
To discover how your poems had delineated
Parts of poetry expedition we would be taking
Having vivid memories that were breathtaking.
Why should you start being startled my friend
In minds of poets my poems will never end
Motivational poetry has just now been born
All you need is a pen now that you have Horn.
So what do you think about this one? I am
rapidly reaching my goal of 1,000 poems.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn,
Retired Veteran who would gladly do it
all over and over and again and again
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only in the language of death. If we
have considered the fact that life never ends,
and accepted God's plan for life eternal, we will
receive the gift of Heaven's joy and peace forever.
Note: It doesn't display on poetrysoup, but they eyes, nose, and lips on the face were delineated by color on the original.
Those that went before him
Were promised an orphan
By the brutality of the elements
The pestilence of society
They were the pleaders of history
The wounded veterans
Of internecine strife
Victims of little prejudices
Whose faith in the probable
Had been shattered
By those profound revelations
Woe the iron-bound skeptics
When he- a dreamy scholar
Intellectual in times before
It was fashionable to be a freethinker
Bulldozed the great rock
Against those false morals
And put up a philosophical defence
To release the human mind
From the shackles of centuries
Of directional misguidance
They- with inspired confidence
And (one might say)
Controlled reflex
Drew a smile as from a catalogue
Oh there was life in that smile
And leaning on the years
Found intellectual companionship
In makeshift ingenuity
He battled selfishly
Against those callous endearments
And sentimental mountebank sporting
Not on musical instruments
But on people’s obnoxious egotism…
You might think
This anonymous sage
Earned a medal:
There were demonstrations of affection
Tempered with epileptic passion
And resistant impulse
But his social corpse
Could not be sustained by precedent
And was soon ousted
By those immortal phrases
About humane civilization
His roving energetic mind
Pregnant with unexpressed thought
All those volumes of memory
Delineated by consternation-
Withdrew from mother’s apprenticeship
Into mazy fairylands
To spend eternity.
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.
Volition, orientation familiarization aahing
and oohing within restrictive paradigm molding
inviolable honorable gentility -
flagrantly, desirously, clearly boyz abandoning
willfully skirting, panting (heavily)
forfeiting abominably, (no Joe King) abiding
chomping at bit, damning delineated, or obscure
parameters, between one acceding
Earthlinked selfish living
psychosexual pining human bing,
and another ardently avowedly ambitious
altruistic agent provocateur (lol)
at first blush hinting Moulin Rouge adulation
under dim (witted) lighting accenting
individual randy salient
traits savoring tête-à-tête
tasty hors d'oeuvres accentuating
nuances highlighting flirtatious countenance
initially unconditionally stubbornly accepting
dire hormonal straits
as prickly fledgling acquaintanceship
quivers, negotiates, kickstarts abolishing
inchoate biochemical protracted coupling
conveniently interpreting accessing
breeching, catapulting Dickensian estuary,
non verbal communication nsync abridging
painstakingly erecting complex edifice
suavely, urbanely, wittily accessorising
tried and truevalue tricks acclaiming
debonair heroic manliness princely
qualities dutifully dominate directing
demure damsel in distress absconding
convincing, foreplaying, jimmying,
rollicking readily acclimatizing
challenges thrust up gracefully parlaying
most savvy serious similarly sophisticated
totally tubular testosterone tactics
versatile repartee accomplishing
dynamics cultivating atavistic romantic ballet
on duh poe whit tick abutting
metaphorical foot accoutering
trappings adorned since mythological
Adam and Eve accrediting
latter, sans virile unavoidable temptation
savoir faire verboten fruit, accelerating
action whereby unsuspecting, slithering,
lurking serpent teen accounting
rattle unheard by apse cent church fathers
subsequently excoriating, condemning, accusing,
nonetheless indomitable transcendence achieving
pinnacle of prostrate poignancy
inexpressible ecstasy acquiescing
nonpareil acquisition adulation activating
ascendence assaying administering
amorousness activating. aching.
From a galaxy a million light years or more
Descends a created soul's birth through the earthly door.
All pathways delineated on life affirming oath
Ego self chosen for spiritual growth.
From babe to child and through manhood.
Pre-destined goals form, as they should.
Life based on love not anger bent,
Why down to earth divine souls are sent
A karmic accumulation of all we have wrought
Each trying to keep uppermost as each thought
Definitive matters and learning curves
To reach perfection is he who serves.
Striving to do more right than wrong
Solar plexus registers and makes us strong
As we approach our own momentous hour
We stand upright and never cower.
An enlightened soul body to be honed
Mightier than it's physical own.
Upon meeting it's earthly demise
A soul disconnects and upwards rise.
Up above earth's firmament ties
To friends and family waiting there
A life and death barrier of infinite care
Spiritual advisors on a council sit
Prescribing over souls who do commit
To a law of perfection guaranteed
Only love aspired souls can reappear,
Amongst celestial realms, eternally for evermore,
No more dogmas, no renewing, no returning through the earthly door.
For all who seek will be fulfilled,
Cossetted in a cocoon of bliss undistilled
Equally established in stature as the ancient Gods of Greece.
Vainglorious shuns to meritorious acclaim
Man transcends and proudly proclaims his name
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Alluring nymphalid brandishing its ala
Cavorting trees as sultry monsoon gusts
Gleaming aureated daystar delineated in ripples
Enticing milieu under quixotic aestival moondusts.
Dehydrated rivers in a sudden, scrounging an incessant deluge
Red - charring enthusiastic sun fired like hell
Complicated seasonal change - puzzling...neurons evaporating
Tormented - dried terrain, vista...jiffy alteration - no well.
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