Best Determinant Poems


Reverie To Reality

My eyes rapaciously closing from the rampant onslaught of sleep,
All the while, aromatic thoughts of her tingling my senses grappling for more time within my psyche to feel her breath upon my face.
Open, close, open, please stay open, slipping away, a final physically powerful determinant thought of her as I drift away, oh how beauty dances about her.   

Morning arrives with a thunderous sentiment of arousal; throughout the oblivious night she somehow cradled my emotions.
There it is, her outlying presence, my thoughts reach her, tantalizingly embracing her from afar.
In a moment of pure rapture I feel her compassion, it devours my being with carnal desire.
Elation lingers over me, through me, shudders my mere existence with verve from some inestimable force.

I steal thoughts of her throughout the whole of the day, mind dwelling in a vacuum, heart massive with pulsation, soul ever engaging bouts with heaven.
Graciously my day over, with detachment lastly concluding, emotions now keen with fervor and fortitude.
I allow myself to revel in her exquisiteness, reach for her, take her in, and strip her of the malicious day that may have sought her out.
Embracing her, energy invigorated, ardor consuming, I take the splendor that I behold, reach deep into her essence and release my absolute love.

Red Blood

Blood is red for vibrant, 
Beating and in time, 
Rhythmical with vitality, 
Resounding in spark and shine. 

Zestfulness depends on your blood,
Having it and living by its pump, 
With transports plasma around the body, 
To clot when cuts scare and could stump. 

The zeal we get from red blood cells,
Save from Anemia, Malaria and Sickle cell disease, 
And when too many white blood cells accumulate, 
Leukaemia damages our tissues, the sleaze. 

The heart is rightly denoted, 
As the centre from which emanates love, 
The essence of the person, 
The call that you shouldn’t be above. 

The colour red is spritely, 
Vibrates energy and drive, 
A dynamism which supersedes,
The dirge that sometimes thrives. 

When you see an icon, 
A symbol, logo or picture, 
That's covered in the colour red, 
Just remember its derivation structure. 

You could say that blood was made red, 
By god, coincidence or accident, 
But I think that red is the colour of blood, 
The true precedent and determinant.

A Senior Moment - Part Uno

enjoy the reed
now displayed as a satisfactory deed.
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A Senior Moment - written months ago commemorating 
the graduation from a vaunted charter school 
in Bend, Oregon of thy lovely youngest,
this papa could not attend - 
geographical distance constituting the primary determinant.
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Valedictorian treads across makeshift platform 
i.e. most likely auditorium stage marked 
by hushed audience inhaling, notating, 
and regaling gleeful lightness of buoyant feat 
(but me Yeats heavy of heart) feted for 2017 Redmond 
Enrichment Academy graduates, who attained, 
a milestone vis a vis earning their 
high school diploma, and ready to launch 
bountiful daunting challenges, yet sure 
footed each young gal and/or guy 
will exude joy and sorrow upon grasping their 
high school diploma aware a sound education 
sent each on their own future path 
while pomp and circumstances issues forth 
by adroit musically talented underclass
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man, which emotional celebrated achievement  
evoked by keynote student speaker, 
but also underscored via that well worn mortar
board, linkedin, kickstarter, Joyus 
tune (composed by Sir Edward Elgar – 
subtitled March Number 1) acknowledging 
cheers, eliciting grownups immense Kleenex 
moistening overpowering quintessentially 
simmering ululating wrenching yowling 
as tassels flipped (maybe in conjunction with 
a non twittering uber bird) to the left side 
of the caparisoned newly anointed future 
Dharma Bums, professionals and/or trades 
persons momentarily stung with sadness 
to depart favorite classmates and teachers 
who voluntarily cosseted, ferried, and 
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capitalone did flickr imperceptibly, kneaded 
and leavened LivingSocial, and massaged MineCraft 
outlook plenti full confidence, faith, and inherent 
lettered oblations serve as snap chatting,


Plain Talk--Not

I view it as unseemly to use high-sounding language to make an impression.
I perceive it to be ostentatious to  marshal words vainglorious in succession.

It is a determinant of consternation, if not constipation, to be so assaulted.
Obsessive practitioners of linguistic pomposity presume they are self-exalted.

Whom [note proper objective case usage] do they fathom they are deceiving?
Do they inaugurate imaginations veined by vanity that I am them believing?

I desire a day when poets dispossess themselves of verbiage of pretension
And with exemplary expediency abandon exotic words they need not mention.

Poets aspiring to perfection should endorse this humble verse unreservedly,
Or have their word-overworked works consigned to anonymity deservedly.

The Cosmic Keys of Consciousness

Open I say the mechanical molecular mind
As we stare from the celestial spheres and wonder
The non-physical now that is left behind
A timeless tapestry with tenacious thunder

The Keys that unlock the spatiotemporal still
Unveiling momentous multitudes of matter
Emphatically experiencing the fastidious free will
Creating transitory thoughts within the cosmic clatter

The Keys synchronously slowly tactically turn
For we await the immaculate enigma engines
Infinite Love and wisdom is our youthful yearn
Microcosms of uncertainty in determinant dimensions

For the cradling creators of the cosmic keys
Watching and waiting in the bionomical breeze.

The Key to infinite Love
The Key to infinite Wisdom
The key to infinite Uncertainty 

Jul.13.2016
THREE KEYS - Poetry Contest
By John lawless

The Traveller's Unclaimed Land

He says he loves me then he says he loves me not
He loves me today but by tomorrow I'm forgot 
He runs from my love but returns wanting more
I guess I'm to blame for letting the traveler explore, 
See travellers just wander and are never here to stay
They admire the scenery and enjoy the display 
They tour the land and ride the attractions
So memories become their only subtractions,
They search for an experience that is what they yearn
The condition once they leave is none of their concern!
So how can the land be devoted and true 
When travellers come and go out of the blue.
The present is now and where he's travelled to,
But the past he calls home so he must return soon
Most likely just a visit although time can only tell, 
But what he lusts is in this land and he knows it very well
He may call that place home but its this land that he seeks
Travellers on a mission never realize until they hit their peek
He continues to damage this land down to its core 
So what's left to offer when their is nothing left in store?
The resources were depleted and the land left bare
He comes and goes as he pleases it doesn't seem fair;
See this land has been abused time and time again
Seeds that were planted, were means to an end
But pleasure and satisfaction was always accomplished
Because this land provided where the homeland was disadvantaged!
But despite the history and despite the trust
Submit to his urges is something he must.
So this time around his departure is permanent 
Lack of faith and loyalty was the final determinant.
The damage he caused cannot be rendered,
So his visitation rights he has surrendered!
So leave this land I say and never look back
This is the path you chose I hope you can stay on track,
Cause travellers have memories of the lands they have stained
But the land only remembers the one that remained!


Baby Girl (For Asante Indira)

Baby girl,
How do I write my love upon the moon?
How do I
Tell how a father's trust upon you swoon
Or inform
Your silence where belonging longs?
I so old
Fashion, filled with forms so clothed in wrongs
Afraid this
Telling of the heart weakens fiber of the man
And often
The pain in me is more than you can understand
Of a fear
That if I relent you may in my weakness fall
And leave me
More desolate that Christ before he drank his gall.
O this love
A wave incessant in tidal force against the rock
Makes the sands
That runs determinant in my crystal clock.

What True Worship Can Do For You

one day a cargo ship lost control 
and crashed into a busy commercial pier
the determinant cause of the accident
was a lack of daily maintenance and care
for when things don't get the proper care and maintenance
an accident might occur, a possible catastrophic event
as everything man-made has a work safety history
accidents don't usually occur serendipitously
for anything to stay in good working, it requires a routine of daily care
like when It comes to worshipping The Living God, we must always be aware
that God gave us His daily bread, He provided us with a most glorious meal
a feast that we should dine upon until The Holy Spirit becomes in us instilled
don't think that going to church one day of the week you will get you spiritually fit
for there is no fast formula nor remedy you can take in order to get the Holy Spirit 

what true worship can do for you
just look at any faithful Christian man
see how The Lord has worked in his life
then you might begin to understand
that living daily in the presence of God
will cleanse your heart and occupy your mind
true worship of The Living God 
is a daily supper on which to dine

your salvation is in The Lord's hands 
He's in control of everything
your situation is also dependant on God
plus what to the table that YOU bring
there is no short cut nor a quick fix
if you want The Living God to be in the mix
so maintain your spiritual fitness
stay fined tuned with daily prayer
and a heart that is true
meditate daily on the Living Word 
and see what true worship can do for you

A Senior Moment - Part Dos

written months ago commemorating 
the graduation from a vaunted charter school 
in Bend, Oregon of thy lovely youngest,
this papa could not attend - 
geographical distance constituting the primary determinant.
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Soundcloud springboard no matter 
what destiny each young man or woman 
decides to pursue. Though accolades dedicated 
genuinely (just my outlying participation) 
special veneration x2c accorded beautiful 
radiant daughter ecstatic gloating honestly jubilant 
kindred made noble perseverance reaching 
the ultimate write x zit that will usher her 
onward toward opportunities sustained 
by confidence gained thru academic ambition, 
dynamic dedication, and gigantic germination 
of maturation, whose individual future 
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trajectory predicated with the rubric of essential 
scholastic tools essential to gain positive 
further education and thence employment endeavors. 
So Punim (whom this papa does 
love and miss) attempted to let the words 
tumble upon the display screen communicating 
in my patois, (a gallimaufry of mumbo jumbo 
shrimp limp ping missive) at your success 
attaining a laudable  momentous occasion per 
rejoicing, no matter the message possibly 
lost amidst this cobbled gobbledygook, 
which attempts to pass as acclaimed literary 
endeavor. Okay, I experience tears of euphoria 
and misgiving at lack of finances to share 
in person how this dada daubs dribbling 
tears ducts. Congratulations thy beloved Shana.

Mr Washington

Mr. Washington I want to know
what would you have to say?
as you gaze upon this land
if you were still alive today
what would be your thoughts
on a nation that lost its way
would you stand and fight?
like on that long ago day?

Mr. Washington would you stand by us?
would you stand by the American Nationalist?
to stand against left wing hate?
rebuttal looney lefts accusation of terrorist?
Is this the country you wanted?
or have they destroyed your vision?
your Constitution no longer applies here
Mr. Washington what would be your decision?

Mr. Washington do you remember Thomas Jefferson?
"it is the right of the people to alter or abolish it, and to institute new government"
now would you still take up arms?
fight the tyrants with pure determinant?
what do you think about uncapped capitalism?
how about a multi racial society rotten to the core?
is this what you mean by all men are created equal?
or are your words obfuscated and what for?

The Dream Come True

Although you were not allowed to cross over the mountaintop to step on the Promised Land, the dream you sowed one hot summer day on a seemingly hardened barren soil finally came true after two score and five long years of struggle.  After you spoke to us with a resonant but a quivering voice at God’s House that you may not come with us to the Promised Land that you saw from the mountaintop, and the next morning you fell onto the cold concrete floor of a motel balcony stricken by an assassin’s bullet, your dream is realized today.  Rev. Dr. King!  See it, your dream has come true through one vigorous and ambitious African-American man.

On January 20th of 2009, we Americans and every people from the every corner of the world witnessed an Inauguration Service held at our Capital City Washington D.C.  A man was sworn in as our nation’s top executive officer, as the 44th President of the United States of America, Mr. Barack Obama.  We the majority of Americans voted for him because it’s the time to leap forward under determinant leadership rather than look back and be in sadness.

Dr. King!  The bell of freedom is ringing and echoing from every mountaintop of this nation as you so keenly desired and all people of the world are hearing this echoing bell sound with great joy.  We, now, therefore ask you, the great spirit of the century to rest in peace in the tender caring bosom of our Almighty Father whom you deeply trusted and we all rely on.

American is, truly the nation of understanding.  She accepts without discrimination or hesitation, whatever resources, conditions, or whom it may be, is capable of carrying out the needs of the day.  America is the most proud country on earth today, no nation in the world has a broad mind like ours to admit men of all shades or ethnicity.  America is really the land of opportunity, whosoever determine and pursue it ardently their course will be rewarded.

Our respectful Dr. King, today, our nation really became a land of impartiality as our nation’s founding fathers proclaimed in the Declaration of Independence, “All men are created equal.”
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Learn From Nature

I see a mountain and I wonder,
I see a river and I wonder,
What permeates their instincts;
Is it some permutation 
Or some ever pertaining philosophy.
The consistency to flow,
The consistent grandeur,
The consistent magnanimous posture,
Instils in me a supreme passion,
A determinant instinct, to pursue,
And paint the world with such a beauty,
And fill it with the essence of purity,
The glory of truth and an inspirational glow.
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Premium Member Candle Whispers

Candle Whispers

Moths and other creatures
find peril in hovering
especially above seductive candle flame

Yet

We sentient beings
hover not
instead
keep vigil over imagined messages
awaiting the magic
the comfort of vision

As we stare

Buried passions
encouraged by flame
make sacrificial
the walls of insulation
while our fortressed barriers
forfeit protection
dissolving resistance
becoming a river of liquefied defense

We wonder

Is the flame but deception
entrapment
subtle weaponry
seducing the innocent
destroying the gullible

Or

Is it pure light
ignitable by will
extinguishable by nature
its essence of imagination
weaving a ribbon of warmth
among the unlit kindling of love

For just as the cynical enemy
bounces its cold shadows of hurt
restlessly about the wall
waving its determinant position
one's heart beats echoes of defiance

Such are the candle's iconic images
empowering the ether of life
ever simple
ever flexible
even as its waxen folds
melt into mounds of spent energy
awaiting recycled resurrection

Darkness questions

But if we listen

Flame's inner glow whispers its promise to return
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Premium Member Maturity

Mind so broad and deep
Actions come before observations
Temperament always in check, to
Understand within and outside
Reactions displayed in calmness
Investment in self development
To produce consistent pleasant interactions.
Youthfulness never a determinant of its wage

The Enjoyment

on his deathbed
he stares up at the ceiling---
a stale, supposedly calming
light blue, basks down upon
his now disease ridden body &
with all the tubes pumping
painkillers & poisons into him,
he’s finally fallen into submission,
giving up the last remnants of
resistance to the belief that the
doctor’s have been right all along &
that this thing is a final determinant---
this thing is going to be what 
does him in,
probably much sooner than he had
anticipated.

for him, there will be no more trips 
home, for him, no faces of family or
friends will be seen---unless they come
to visit of their own accord,
rather, these are the pondering hours,
possibly days,
in which even the gentle clicks & beeps
of the machines beside him
send his fuzzy mind into a series of
stream of consciousness memory waves
which connect pieces of his life
that he could have swore he had forgotten
up until now.

each one is burnt on the wall inside his
skull, each one comes up like brail neath’
the fingers---translating the minute details
of the rising glaring images appearing in 
his barely awake state, the whole while 
reminding him of the eons which seemed
to stretch themselves out into the years
that now have been rolled up into a bundle
of fleeting, flashing, seconds.

while not all the memories are positive,
as the darkness still creeps in, the fact
remains that an overall peace takes hold
convincing him concretely that there is
no more reason at all whatsoever to 
dwell on those places in his head, those
nether regions which brought anguish in
the past & dragged on throughout his 
life, bringing up new pain like the enduring
side-effects of a drug---instead, now, the
calming blue above begins to morph into
a gorgeous lake, one which he went fishing 
with his father up in the Adirondacks, 
when the green canoe was filled with 
the essentials of the day (the bait, cokes,
sandwiches & of course, Lay’s sour cream &
onion potato chips) & time seemed to stop
completely, whilst the two of them shared
an afternoon coasting along the quiet waters
of a lake which they solely occupied, taking
turns rowing & casting out in hopes of a
big return.

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