Best Endogenous Poems
Walking through portraitures discordant nightmare
Acutations better part, of singulars far too long?!
Enunciating endogenous skeletons; less proxy....
Amid the harrowing graveyard of their bones
Decaying biosphere chambers these tales
In secrets they have never told!?
Slumber gathering beyond the iron gates
Atop the sepulchers betwixt gray stones
Virtual tombs marking time which screams....
And all the blood is not my own?!
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The';'Boogey';'man ~
Categories:
endogenous, life, love, passion, time,
Form:
Free verse
I thought my poem sedulous,
instead it turned out nebulous,
all who read, incredulous,
merit at best tenuous.
Its origin endogenous,
meter, rhyme preposterous,
spurious, anomalous,
muse morosely arduous.
Striving for poetical,
its words turned out pathetical,
useless and nonsensical,
amusement for the skeptical.
Might someone who’s methodical,
and skilled lexicographical,
allay its monotonical?
Odds against are astronomical.
Categories:
endogenous, poetry,
Form:
Monorhyme
Walking through portraitures discordant nightmare
Acutations better part, of singulars far too long?!
Enunciating endogenous skeletons; less proxy....
Amid the harrowing graveyard of their bones
Decaying biosphere chambers these tales
In secrets they have never told!?
Slumber gathering beyound the iron gates
Atop the sepulchers betwixt gray stones
Virtual tombs marking time which screams....
And all the blood is not my own?!
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The';'Boogey';'man ~
Categories:
endogenous, hope, life, love,
Form:
On that day my soul grew midstream, midstream;
I threw my Antarctic upon the floor;
They are perfumed from unseen sunken breams;
There Venusian's underscored treasures;
Take all that’s from out my heart does measures;
Oceans surrounding submissive pleasures;
I heard a domestic, marine oiling;
My small mouth bass, I could not awaken;
Seas crave the endogenous, temps boiling;
Sharp tooth sharks swim for fish for the taken;
Darken shadowed waters covered stricken;
Sea starfish broken dead floating silken;
In their stepped a vibratory sea bass;
Shark bate, I crave the saturnine south seas;
An echo from ocean floor hollered back;
above and below ocean mangrove trees;
also threw my whiting on shore of seas;
Was standout, breakout stout watery breeze;
When thinking of underwater ocean
Think seaweed in liquid torrent motion ?
3/30/19
Urban Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sonnet poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Categories:
endogenous, analogy, appreciation, blue, color,
Form:
Sonnet
Endorphin power is about positive politics;
it votes with little fading feet running away from negative politics
and WinLose competing economies of victimization,
marginalization.
Stress, dissonance, competitive over-indulgence are toxic
including to the abundant production of endorphin,
which, like its endo-morphine namesake,
creates a peaceful co-empathic trust feeling
that it's safe to believe all is well,
has become well,
and will continue well,
both endo-symbiotically and ecto-symbiotically.
Paranoia eats endorphin,
lays it to waste,
mows our mojo down,
while pronoia feeds shy endorphans
what they swellfully appreciate receiving,
especially if they need not ask,
Please Sir, may I have some more?
Mutual helping,
cooperative games and strategies,
regenerate pronoia invitations into each Earth day,
or maybe an hour,
or just a moment at a time until time evaporates,
builds deep sensory awareness of WinWin ecopolitical,
social and cultural and climate health trajectories,
well being inclusive of future generations
already flowing their/your imaginations
through your champion endo-chemistries.
So pronoia-healthy politics
incarnates cooperative economic intentions, designs,
structures and plans,
networks and gestalts and climates,
regeneratively
deeply ingrained
of/for ego-self optimizing through eco-self-identity-emptying,
through helpful health-wealth production with and for Others.
Our most fluid full-strength Yang egos are those most ecopolitically abundant
performing, practicing, intending endorphin driven and derived health
as we expand our ecoconsciousness of self-therapy with other co-mentoring therapists,
some of us comically bad at producing more confluence than dissonance,
but all of us doing our best
to extend our endorphin-provoking family empathic trust
back through regenetic recombinant reiterative history of time's enlightenment ourselves,
stories embodied within each organic turn of Earth years,
and forward toward shared endorphin ecopolitics
regenerating multiculturally positive therapeutic futures,
which also degenerate
absorb
endorphin traces erasing monoculturally negative pasts.
Endorphins swell power-with helping,
not condemning or faulting or neglecting, others
toward ecopolitically healthy wealth abundance.
Categories:
endogenous, beauty, confidence, earth, happiness,
Form:
Political Verse
OCEAN BOTTOM VIEWED-
On that day my soul grew midstream, midstream;
I threw my Antarctic upon the floor;
They are perfumed from unseen sunken breams;
There Venusians underscored treasures;
Act all that’s from out my heart does measures;
Oceans surrounding submissive pleasures;
~
I heard domestic, marine oiling;
My smallmouth bass, I could not awaken;
Seas crave the endogenous, temps boiling;
Sharp tooth sharks swim for fish for the taken;
Darken shadowed waters covered stricken;
Sea starfish broke dead floating silken;
~
In their stepped a vibratory sea bass;
Shark bite, I crave the saturnine south seas;
An echo from ocean floor hollered back;
Above and below ocean mangrove trees;
Also threw my whiting on the shore of seas;
Was a standout, breakout stout watery breeze?
~
When thinking of underwater ocean
Acts seaweed in liquid torrent motion?
6/4/19
Your Choice, Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
endogenous, allusion, analogy, appreciation, ocean,
Form:
Sonnet
Before awareness and perception
There was only formless form
A silent singularity
Known as the 'Atman'
Of existence
Or ONE - likened to the eye
That cannot see itself.
Entity endogenous
Searching out duality
Conflict primed contrarian
Allows a comprehension
Knowledge
Without purpose
Of the ONE forever formed
The ONE is likened to an eye
Unable to see itself.
An entity endogenous
In need of duality
For contrarian course conflict
In allowed incomprehension
Of knowledge, absent purpose,
Too ONE that is forever formed!
With comprehension
All things do remain the same
Yet are forever changed.
The ONE,
In nonexistence
Does exisit
Forever never
With immutable transcendence
Incomplete/complete,
Knowing unawareness
Will initiate
A final transformation
The form that was the ONE
With knowledge of forever
Yet unaware,
Became the first causation.
From deep inside the formless void
It willed kinetic transformation
Into fragmentation infinites
Replicated clonics of
............................The ONE..............................
That in the blackness was the form
By will of first causation,
Eid transform its own existence
Into infinite, scattered fragments
That shared the nature of the ONE.
The essence of fragmentation's
Perception of awareness -
(As manifest experience )
Was vague and empty knowledge.
A plane of nonexistence
Where forever and the never;
The complete and incomplete;
Both finite and the infinite;
Will again be with form.
A reconciliation of fragmentary
With the nature of the ONE.
Categories:
endogenous, nature, nature,
Form:
Didactic
Walking through portraitures discordant
Nightmare acutations better part of singulars
Far too long ? Enunciating endogenous skeletons
Less proxy amid the harrowing graveyard of their bones ?
Decaying biosphere chambers these tales in secrets
They have never told ? Slumber gathering beyound his iron
Gates atop the sepulchers betwixt gray stones ? Virtual..
Tombs marking time that screams and all her blood is not my own.
Categories:
endogenous, angel, caregiving, passion,
Form:
IN THE DARKNESS IN THE LIGHT-ITS RIGHT--
In the darkness, in the light;
Everything gonna be alright;
First comes darkness, then the light;
And it' so bright, so bright
in the day and night
In the darkness in the light, it's right
In the chaos comes the struggles;
We are all overcomers;
In the darkness, in the light
Violent waves endogenous;
We are assured, and forever blessed
In the darkness in the light, it's right
Passions rise emotion rage;
Rain comes down like villagers run;
New born babies in their cribs, crying as they live;
First comes dark then the light
in the day and night
In the darkness in the light, it's right
In the darkness in the light, it's right
4/22/17
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2017, 2019©
Categories:
endogenous, analogy, appreciation, dark, light,
Form:
Lyric
Fatal intravenous injection of potassium produces subtle or no specific anatomic changes at all thereby posing a challenge to the autopsy surgeon to unpack the cause and manner of death. Since, it is only the extracellular potassium that can be measured in the laboratory, attributing death due to potassium poisoning becomes difficult.In such cases when the post-mortem biological tests are unable to differentiate endogenous from exogenous substances, decisions can only be substantiated by history and circumstantial evidence.
Note.Dr Zafar SUPARI killer Injection..
Categories:
endogenous, body, books, death, drug,
Form:
Narrative
all at once (circumambient & endogenous)---
365 days, 12 months, 52 weeks,
24 hours, 60 minutes, 60 seconds & then centiseconds & milliseconds etc., etc., etc.,
(you can do the math)
one wo/man with eyes peeled screaming perpetually open
in front of their prospective
screens---
hooked up,
tuned in &
the electronic stimulants being shot back at them
flicker as sporadically quick & acute as the tongue of a hydromantes
dancing, discoing, salsa-ing
atop & alongside the very retinas now fast becoming one
with the screen that they are so very close to
adhering themselves to a new destiny
a new place in the fabric of time
wherein, the devouring mechanism
sucks in
those willing to coast the wave
in which drowning is no longer an option &
the burden (and quite possible boredom) of
immortality
is brought upon their heads
10 fold.
Categories:
endogenous, life, , cute,
Form:
Free verse
Visions, when spoken, are impaired.
Hope that the listeners ears are compatibly
compared.
Knowledge, wisdom, understanding
considered weird.
When measured to average thinkers
whom thoughts are ensnared.
Within the web of primitives, lacking
individuality, and the vision to dare.
Being different is becoming abundantly
clear.
Acknowledgement, and self embracement
of this idea.
Ridicule and judgement lacking the strength
to instill fear.
Though perfection is not here, the
pursuit is strong.
Accepting negative views of opposition
is weakness, and does not belong.
An extension of life, as good and evil
are conjoined.
The mental coup d'tat, the inception
of what needs to be born.
The labor and strenuous push to give
birth to unique form.
Charge of the bull, proceeded by the
piercing of the horn.
The death of doubt, no wake, no
funeral, no time to mourn.
Practice and conditioning for we must
all perform.
The life of living is not a race, but
a marathon.
The road to finding me isn't short,
but long.
Categories:
endogenous, courage, culture, endurance, environment,
Form:
Free verse
Written: September 2nd, 2025, for Contest Sponsored By Rob Carmack
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You touched me with a selfish grace—
a twist of tenderness,
a lover’s rage wrapped in rubicund silk.
We were prolific in our undoing,
a clamor of glamor and grit,
gargling truth through voracious nights
while Asteria watched,
her eyes full of truthful stars.
I spat your name into the noosphere,
where dreams go to die or be reborn.
You were my doppelgänger ache,
my endogenous flame,
the replica of every archetype
I tried to reject.
We danced in the penumbra of joy,
each step a pastiche of pulchritude and pain.
You, emulous in your appetency,
me, entranced with the miraculous ache
of wanting more than the sum of us.
I tried to winnow wisdom
from the sage’s vade mecum,
but found only flapdoodle and nephrology—
diagnoses of hearts too full to beat clean.
We were consanguineous in our chaos,
a fulgent maelstrom of want and war.
You regaled me with your Icarian truths,
then shattered our quietude
with a jussive whisper.
I grokked your slipshod love,
your generous lies,
your sylphlike exits.
Now I sojourn in the aftermath,
a flaneur of our layered past,
resiling from the squalor of memory
with the pertinacity of a yokel
who believes even nonsense
can be fertile.
Joy becomes the reward—
not of peace,
but of surviving the twist,
the grabble,
the glamor,
the grief.
Categories:
endogenous, analogy, change,
Form:
Free verse