Best Exactitude Poems


Premium Member Prey On the Moment

There is a moment that stalks my solitude
the one where my soul breaks from your absence,
it lurks with the confidence of apocalyptic attitude,
from my fortitude a firecry of absolute need attacks resistance
revealing your fingerprints upon my heart, patterns in somatic multitude
making lust an onslaught of obsession, soul ignition, kiss cognition, partner permanence, 
there will be no heart barter, no angle of defense, just you and me in beautiful exactitude,

I discover you everyday, the omnipresence of your love's mainstay
warm on the ******** of my morning, leading me into creation,
I find your poetry in freedom's pain, where love and life play
and when pity drums a cold doubt I see your brave grin,
as the battles end with quiet fatigue you stay
strong and sweet, a promise pure within,
when night softens the body I lay
you take me to bliss again -

J.A.B.

Premium Member The Poet Within

It's hard to think of metaphors
When dealt an accountant's brain,
Confronted with calculations
That must always come out even.

For thirty years with head bowed low,
I struggled with large numbers,
Unaware that somewhere within me
A burgeoning poet slumbers.

I loved my job in radio,
Where I worked with some great talents.
Among those inflated egos, though
I needed to keep my balance.

Retirement now has let me bloom
And cultivate sensation.
Away, away exactitude, just give me inspiration.


won 7th in contest

Premium Member The Instrument

I envy the precision
of the engineer,
the grounded exactitude
of a trade, to be able 
to hold phenomenon within 
the spell of an equation,
have the power to make
something from a sum.

I make things from shadows,
the pulled threads
of a mirage and echoes
bubbling up from the bottom
chambers of a void. I work
with the vagaries of whim, 
waiting for something to appear 
from who knows where,
letting a shape emerge
from beneath a ghostly
gauze of words or reveal
its nature by a residue
of absence left 
in the wake of its going.

I am a gatherer of what
is carried on the wind, 
the fragrance of flowers, 
moans uttered
on lonely shorelines 
by the voices of restless seas,
the cry of nightmares,
the crescendos of love,
becoming for a moment
an instrument in some
vast orchestra through which
a divine song is being played.


Of Myth and More Or Less

I. Myth

A giant, I thought, fondly,
one that brought power first;
then, too, love, always love,
then, too, justice, wisdom;
you commanded the supplications
just as surely as your gods;
I thought it would reside in you
and preside over me forever.

II. More

Far more, I thought, fondly,
and gifts of bounty at hand;
then, too, power, always power,
then, too, justice, wisdom;
so, then, more the reward of good
and more the power of the reward;
you were sure it was yours
and divinity would surely follow.

III. Less

No less, I thought, fondly,
it was always these, I assumed;
then, too, those, always those,
then, too, less the malignant seed; 
but assumption is deepest folly,
and greater exactitude held sway;
gone the lesser virtues,
less than the virtues pledged.

IV. Of And Or

I surely walked into a hemisphere
darkened by my own design;
but perhaps you walked, or lurched,
or clumsily something elsed;
perhaps into a hemisphere darker,
unwittingly darkened by folly;
I won't know until I get there,
and even then I might not.

27th June 2020

Held Hostage

I was held hostage by your beauty
Looked you in the eyes face down 
Contemplating the possibilities to
Make you my royal Victoria or my princess even
Running around hand in hand in thee garden of Eden eve...
Sharing on point pointless stories 
As if we on the verge of opening a love bookshop...

Alone in my God given temple
I be exaggerating the exactitude of a golden
Chess board consisting of a queen and a black king me..
Cross examining the chances of a wonder tale in writing 
Minding, thinking emotions riding a golden loop
Zoom look the idea of a broken fixed puzzle
Mind and heart desires you my Juliet 
But I Romeo the Pit bull is still having my mouth guard with a muzzle 
Its a prescribed precaution...

I dwell with you in my mental inn-casement mostly 
Living in paradise existing in freestyle
What are the chances of speaking French soundless with lips
Enjoying the silence of both with chemistry apocalypse...
But all can be a fairytale that lives but cannot exist 
In a blink of an eye I saw something
That is nothing but what might be reality

Identify...
She does not share a mutual feeling with an old
Like my kind, its pretty much two possibilities 
(Is the sky blue or bluish... Vision it!!!)
That lie in my conscious mind, but ignorance
Lifting up my spirit in my subconscious mind
Examine the elements of surprise, `love her in disguise`
Illuminate her face in your mind `let the feelings die inside`


Painting thoughts on paper
By Dizak

Premium Member The Service of Symbols -

The things I've been, the things I have been, the things I am, things I'm to be,
a symbol so dark, a sign so brite, a mark of the heart,
shadow of the soul,
rind of mind,
as the Buddhist meditates on mandalas of rich color,cycles,devas,dangers & devotions
I embrace the world with all my senses, with vigilance,
riled rhapsody,
Christians sewing psalms into the conscious
confounded with temptation, condemnation & damnation,
as Buddhists focused towards an ineffable destination
my terminus is an awareness that explains purpose without pain or pleasure
but with an indomitable patience for being in perfection,
as blue is blue for blue,
Freemasons have their acacia & aprons,
the magic of History, of memory, of Brotherhood,
I shall memorize the wrong & right of my behavior, of my beliefs,
carry the cross of carelessness, rub beads of bemusement,
scratch thy palms upon the rough ashlar,
bleed for the sake of beauty, for the right of recognition,
as a hawk glides and swoops with an exactitude 
reminding One not to waste effort, to combine instinct & strategy
into trusted tactics, salvation found in solitude,
intuition aimed at the heavens can demonstrate
there is knowledge in not knowing,
serenity can be secured through suffering, happiness in creative endurance,
a nomad, a monk, mother of a nobody
may teach that freedom is measured as strength through degrees,
chessmen bespeak the value of loyalty & sacrafice,
police have a badge, judges gavels, bankers use notes, psychologists study dreams, 
artists utilize shapes & sounds to elicit feelings
evoking meaning for life,
perhaps superstition is ultimate motivation,
subjective & collective interpratations for reality which make it all tolerable,
that special definition making life personal,
when a culture abandons, or forgets the symbols of it's constructs
how can it survive,
continuity can not color & inspire posterity,
a tree without water,
as when a human neglects itself,
disfiguring the ideal into something rueful or baleful,
then the mystic symbol must change with it
as rich soil to mud,
the symbology survives, elastic and plastic like a spider web in the wind,
nature will always reconstruct,
teaching that our lives are inflamed imprints for the future -

J.A.B.


My Daughter's Carrot.

I am sorry,
I am very sorry,
This is for my daughter
I mean my young, beautiful pet.

That was it, the voice of my friend
Who now prides himself
Of another daughter across the street
Only God knows how many of such
I mean those susceptible to his carrot.

Indeed, very young
Full of life to live
Looking innocently attractive
Until he crept into her life.

Her Aunt’s door left ajar
She fell like a pack of card.
He dazzles her Aunt with intermittent gifts
He branded the girl “My daughter”
My innocent friend became a father
And dangles before his daughter a lanky carrot.

As times tickles away,
The daughter not only eats the golden carrot
But she swallows it gently with exactitude

Yet, her Aunt saw no changes
When carrots thickens her sister’s hips
And her flat buttocks getting curved roundly
While her chest pointer getting shaped
Her Aunt still blinded with gifts of “Suya and bread”.

Here comes this day knocking
As my friend’s daughter
Vomits and coughs repeatedly,
She feigned to be well before her Aunt.

“Nothing, I’m okay”
She smiled to her friends
And pretends to all
But grim only at her father

The act got caught short
Not for too long,
Now we all know,
That she has swallowed her father’s carrot
And it got stucked in her throat.

When?, Where?, Who?, her Aunt queried
Three months ago, she retorted
My . . . My . . . My . . . father, she replied.
Before eyes got blinked,
My friend’s was out of town
In search of another daughter.



Alayande Stephen T.
11.05am
4th August, 2007

Spiced up for my good friend Tope and his daughter.
It all happened on my visit to Abuja.

Suya- An Hausa language (from Nigeria) for roasted meat.

Premium Member Whereas

Savvy scientists scoff at the soul:
Can't poke it, prod it, pinch it, probe it
  ~ and clearly can't claim to contemplate...

an empirical, egg-headed, experimental
all-enveloping ecstasy of erudite exactitude
elegantly and eloquently embossed, embedded
  ~ in its entropy of effervescing exegesis.
 
Whereas  

I know of no one -- nowhere -- nasty or normal
knock-kneed, neck-naped, nose-gnarled
neuron-nitpicked or nucleic-acid-nested

Who

denies indubitably or dubiously, definitely
or deafeningly--deranged, demented, 
debauched or denatured -- the sacred
sanctuary unsullied, where sits, serene and
silent, the small, still sound of said soul

swilling, swelling, seeking, sailing, soaring--- 
sensitively, sensorily, yea sentimentally---

til he sees, then sighs, then seizes
so surreptitiously the serum of sentience

Within!


 Entry in "An Inner Knowing, an Absolute Feeling, My Mystical Soul
              Self Poetry Contest," sponsored by Caren Krutsinger

Darth Exactitude

I am as invisible as I am indivisible:
And as cunning as they come!
The Jedi think us mere mythical-
The Dark Side long undone...

Lo! we now at last emerge,
My Master and myself!
And upon the Republic we converge-
Lightsabers 'neath our belts!

But now I must betray my Master,
And be a Lord of Sith
Though not through blade or shot from blaster-
Tricked! Like Plagueis did the Bith!

I shall rule the Galaxy-
Alone! No further "Rule of Two"
Impeccably trained and aptly named:
Darth Exactitude!

*Who Are You Fantasy Character Contest Entry
** "Bith" is a species of alien in the Star Wars Universe. 
"Plagueis" was a Dark Lord of the Sith who killed his Master, a Bith named "Tenebrous", through elaborate trickery.
"Rule of Two" was enacted by Darth Bane: A Master to wield the secrets and power of 
the Sith and an apprentice to covet and crave it. Only 2 Sith can rule at one time in order
to keep the power of the Dark Side of the Force concentrated, potent and focused.

Fragments of the Future

Fragments of the future fly past
In charming visions and dreams
In agility and analytical contemporariness
Promising exactitude of ostentation

Mother

MOTHER


People often cry 

And ask when does life begin? 

Does the answer lie 



With  clinical exactitude?

With  religious dogmatism?

With legal  certitude?


With political correctness, or  other?

No,  the simple fact is that

Life begins  with the word mother

Between the Trees

She sat wedged between majestic trees of beauty and style 
 sidled in a labyrinth of Faith and exactitude 
 The day was damp, I could smell the earth beneath my feet 
 and only God knew where the angels were that very moment, 
 as she cried tears of water and human petrichor; 
 My heart was filled with a deep compassion for her as she wept 
 I joined her in the water dance of mercy and love, unrationed 
 Her eyes became alive with a deep color of fire and amber 
 as she exuded energy that could only be expressed through awe 
 I lunged for a moment of communion with her and the 
 whole world fell away at our feet....
 The message came hours later, when I stood in silence 
 at the window of my soul...
 "FAITH IS NOT A LOGICAL EXPERIENCE ,
 BUT A CONVICTION OF THE HEART" 
 One rainy day as I stood in front of the Blessed Virgin Mary 
 surrounded by nature and rain, I experienced something
 that was to remain in my heart forever.
 Nov 27, 2018

I Could Blame It On Scrabble Or Her Banal Babble

LET THEM CLAIM THE BLAME

I could blame it on befriending a bastardized crowd
The raucous, rambunctious, rowdy and the loud
I could invent and explain excuses exquisite in exactitude and fact    
But they may all be ones I’d be forced one day to redact

I could recite by chapter and verse why I am what I am
And from where all my vices and errors may stem
I might, for instance, instantaneously infer
That all my problems are due to him or to her

I might find people foolish enough to trust in me
And buy into the falsehoods which I doth decree
Sympathy could be a response I’d like to receive
And it wouldst be wondrous if they’d all believe

I may swear by the universe the lies I might tell
And how I came to live in a living hell
However one day I’d have to defend myself with hurdles to vault
Because if the truth be known my addiction is only my fault
                   © 2011.….Phreepoetree

He Is a Dope She Is a Dope and I Am Not But I Do Dig Dope

LET THEM CLAIM THE BLAME

I could blame it on befriending a bastardized crowd
The raucous, rambunctious, rowdy and the loud
I could invent and explain excuses exquisite in exactitude and fact    
But they may all be ones I’d be forced one day to redact

I could recite by chapter and verse why I am what I am
And from where all my vices and errors may stem
I might, for instance, instantaneously infer
That all my problems are due to him or to her

I might find people foolish enough to trust in me
And buy into the falsehoods which I doth decree
Sympathy could be a response I’d like to receive
And it wouldst be wondrous if they’d all believe

I may swear by the universe the lies I might tell
And how I came to live in a living hell
However one day I’d have to defend myself with hurdles to vault
Because if the truth be known my dependence on dope is all my fault
                   © 2011.….free cee!

Premium Member Preference a Freed Verse

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the succulence
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 different
a
timeless
exactitude
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 luscious
 beauties
  concoctions
of symbolist n
abstractions
 simplified lines
  emptily idealised
yet
authentically
expressed
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somewhat
in absurdity
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of  the sensual
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