Best Exerting Poems
Law began by living,
locomotion meeting the rails of electric rainfall,
Consequence coursing through interconnected crossbeams
making all form fruit of the first & final recipe,
one great statute spawned from the storm
billowing from Divinity's genius,
everything in the Universe existing to produce,
get busy, get bounce'n, grow wild & now,
receive with wisdom and take as thieves humbled by offering,
the original impulse from a manic God
pregnant from androgonous purpose,
a trillion movements in a single start, a fanatic for feral smarts,
stagnation anethema to the spectacular suspense of survival,
Natural Rights were for me
the moment my blood became mine, became a wet warlord
exerting presence in the wide open wrestle of Universe,
God the shadow & weight of my spark,
the window & scene of my good gumption, of my dusty dream,
self defense a mandate from the magistrate of my heritage,
freedom of expression an obligation humming from ancestors'
anniverseries applauded along the Appain Way headed
not towards Rome but forward to a higher home of honor,
a Law unto myself I am,
eating from the spines of lions,
sleeping atop pyramids built by a billion bones unbroken by battle,
afternoons auction affection for my amusement with discount
and the nights nudge nightmares asunder
with the release of red lightning
spelling the name of Creation in raw neon, breathtaking breakdown,
a script scribbled by a hand having the blueprint of dirt in it's fingernails,
I appeal to Adam, attest in favor of aggression's willpower,
to Eve I beseech, testify to the severity & sanction of self confidence,
let us smash all false law that stands as a wall to our fulfillment,
smack the eggshell of Man's authoritarian angst,
waking into a world of wakeful worries, confined by Common Law, U.C.C.,
walking through waves ment to wreck the arrogant
with a constitution inked by nerves electrified
by entertaining the urgency of a rampaging God,
thought of the great expanse thumping thoroughly through
the expeditions my expectations encounter,
black static undulating around the blue bulb of my brain,
sparks of ultimate consciousness mothering marks of miracles
in the becoming of birthright,
J.A.B.
Categories:
exerting, adventure, universe,
Form:
Epic
wholly
utterly
completely
devoting
dedicating
committing
striving
exerting
straining
victory
triumph
conquest
smiling
grinning
beaming
gratitude
appreciation
acknowledgment
modesty
humility
prayer
Categories:
exerting, appreciation, dedication, devotion, prayer,
Form:
Free verse
Sub-atomic particles
the atoms they form
molecules, cell organelles
cells, machinery of life
organs, organisms
communities and ecosystems
planets, solar systems, galaxies
galactic clusters and their inverse
black holes the doors to other
universes, a contradiction
in terms.
For language and its shadow
consciousness must hold matter
the material world snugly inside concepts
theories and hypotheses to be
experimentally verified using vision
and the other senses, collecting data
and interpreting the known facts
accumulated over time.
Can matter
exist without a consciousness to behold it?
Believing in
our mortality (the species)
we have created God
(a supreme being)
probably not carbon-based
to encompass every universe
but is God
inside or outside
consciousness? Can God
tell us what to do
or must we tell God
alone
what to do?
Here is ego
projecting personality, exerting force
on community, asserting the existence
and predominance of component DNA.
An already hackneyed theory that DNA
survival drives
procreation, personality, savings bonds
everything but poetry (most poems included).
Mustache, cowboy hat
horse whisperer, gulag master
Odysseus, King Lear
salvation in the details.
Yes, these personalities individual and interesting
as opossum, bear
oak and ash
beech nut, pine cone
Grand Canyon sandstone, Green Mountain granite.
Categories:
exerting, community, earth, god, language,
Form:
Verse
When my pen hits the paper
I grow anxious and eager to write another caper
Steadily and gracefully then I lift my pen
I ponder with my thoughts on subject matter and where to begin
I hunger for one last metaphorical rhyme
As my thoughts race to my fingers, words form into sentences line after line
As a child of destiny I accept my fate
I have a lifetime of transgressions that awaits
So many words are buried deep in my sympathetic soul
The metaphoric rhyming words and phrases start to flow
Right away I start to contemplate and calculate
My words have to inspire and its meaning has to have weight
I will never stop from exerting my efforts, this is a must
God only knows how to guide us
We all know that evolution is inevitable
Also that nothing is contingent and coincidental
Our faults are no secret, despite our mistakes His love will never abate
To be honest our destiny is ours and we control our own fate
Actions are the seed of fate deeds grow into destiny.
Harry S Truman
A man's character is his fate.
Heraclitus
I'm not somebody that thinks about destiny and fate, but I don't walk away from it when something unfolds.
Angelina Jolie
Categories:
exerting, adventure, destiny, faith, journey,
Form:
Rhyme
I just finished flipping the calendar to March
I keep a paper one hanging on my kitchen wall
despite everything being digital
I’m old school some would say
How is it each day I’m at work every minute I'm there
passes like an old woman with a walker running a marathon
while months and years fly by like fighter jets breaking the sound barrier
Life is like that ride at the amusement park shaped like a silo that spins
slowly at first, the velocity incrementally increasing
until the world becomes a blur
finding yourself pressed against the wall by an unseen force
unable to move a muscle without exerting extreme effort
My birthday is a little more than two months away
I don’t feel old or look anything like I imagined (and feared) I would
when I was in my early twenties and forty seemed like such an ancient age
I'm older than my parents were when they became grandparents
making my entrance into this world when they were only teenagers
in the early hours of that late May morning
I was a bit older though too young as well
when I took up the mantle of mother
When you have no hope you cling to anyone that pays attention
in order to feel you have any worth
that you matter to someone even if only for a few precious minutes
I’m reminded of men I’ve seen who are likely in their sixties
their silver hair, if they have any at all, blowing in the wind
as they race down the road behind the wheel
of a brand new expensive sports car they had aspired to own
since they were sixteen but can only now afford to buy
who will soon find themselves waking up to the fact
that some dreams left unfulfilled for too long grow stale
realizing it isn't the thrill it would have been back then
when women would have paid equal attention to both car and driver
each complimenting the other instead of such a stark contrast
reselling it a year or two later concluding it’s not worth the expense
investing those funds in a pre-paid funeral and life insurance
Categories:
exerting, age, car, dream, grandparents,
Form:
Free verse
“Bezirke”
Bit by bit
we build our walls
strict little districts
to pin our minds on
and keep the paper tigers out
Political Romantics
counting sheep
and numbers
we walk in our sleep
dreaming of doors
Opening inward
externally we are Bezirke
socialised in a stolen concerto
solo instruments with flat musical
composition, indoctrinated
sucked in
sucked up
hypnotised
by the totalitarian state
for our best interests
mesmerised
moving our hips
licking their lips
Bit by bit
we build our walls
Strict little districts
to pin our minds on
and keep the paper tigers out
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“Brandenburg” / Apparat
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crdqTf8ZnKQ
"A Hive Mind has no need for each individual part to have a positive idea of the whole, and to then repress its own inclinations by means of this idea. But in human totalitarianism, this is the central phenomenon, because they are all performing the same internal repression."
"The term “hive mind” refers to the apparent intelligence that emerges at the group level in some social species, particularly insects like honeybees and ants. ... Clearly the assimilation of human into a hive mind is supposed to be a bad thing, according to the writers of Star Trek: a unified consciousness or intelligence formed by a number of alien individuals, the resulting consciousness typically exerting control over its constituent members."
1. Bezirke/German
2. Totalitarianism
3. Covid19/Monitoring:
http://a.msn.com/01/en-au/BB12Bbym?ocid=se2
4. Orwellian
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orwellian
5. Mass Surveillance
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mass_surveillance
6. The Hive Mind:
https://majesticequality.wordpress.com/2010/06/13/on-our-fear-of-the-hive-mind/
7. Paper Tiger
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paper_tiger
Categories:
exerting, freedom, future, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
I walk into my room every day
seeing that closet. I wake up
and I think in my mind "there's
that sin."
It's a eternal evil, it's clawing at
the door, gnawing at my skin,
growing and groaning more and
more.
It's big and ferocious, my past
life it is. It's mean and scary
and I can never win.
My broken past met with my
brain and made memories, I
can't let go of this pain that is
forever chasing me.
I tried chaining it up, I try
holding it down, but it's no use!
My strength is no match for its
conviction and blood-shot
reproof.
I can't take this anymore, this
isn't fair! I'm not even that
person anymore and yet there
are scars I bare.
Manipulating, hideous,
tormenting, dangerous.
This present evil is tied at my
doorstep, tied at my post.
I want to burn it at the stake,
and leave the ashes to rot. I
want to forsake it so bad, but I
know it will forsake me not.
This terrible folly can go on no
longer, I've made no deals with
the devil and this is too much.
I need something, or someone
to take this animal away so it
will stop hurting me.
I need an exerting of a pain-
free peace, I need an excreting
of this soul-eating disease, I
want to be free!
God***
Daughter, Daughter! I'm right
here. I'm right by your side.
I've never left you, all through
your lows and even through
your highs!
You see that evil that gets at
you, you see that pain that
won't escape you, I can take
that off your shoulders.
Ill make it to where that
burning flame of evil is nothing
but a dying smolder.
I can take that evil away but
you must give me your past.
I can take that pain away but
this battle must be your last.
Give me the reins and ill drive
it away,
Give me your darkness and ill
give you another way.
Gods cares about your pain,
He cares about your struggles.
He has no fear in anything and
there's nothing too big for him to
battle.
He will take your sin down,
pumbled to the ground.
He'll make it look simple, like
popping a small pimple on the
face of your destiny,
Because he's got everything,
under control.
So give him full custody to your
past, and he'll give you a
limitless future.
-Elizabeth Cary
Categories:
exerting, fear
Form:
Rhyme
Pronounced side effect upon my dreams...
courtesy Fluoxetine hydrochloride
Fluoxetine Hcl (C17H18F3NO·HCl)
known as Selective Serotonin
Reuptake Inhibitor (SSRI),
especially prescribed to treat
depression, panic disorder,
and obsessive-compulsive disorder
the above symptoms
profoundly experienced by yours truly
said prescription medication
seriously impacts sleep (mine).
Debilitating panic attacks
wrought (particularly years gone by)
physiological displeasures chiefly constituting
vertigo, racing heart, nausea,
excessive perspiration, adrenaline
coursing thru body,
whereby Prozac (brand name regarding
aforementioned synthesized chemical)
ameliorated unbearable, unmanageable, untenable...
earth-shaking, devastating,
and crushing manifestations
disabling, exhausting, jackknifing... functionality
hijacking life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness.
Essentially yours truly experiences
dilemma analogous to sleep deprivation,
cuz ofttimes upon arising,
I feel utterly tuckered out, exhausted, bushed...
thus zapped body, mind and spirit
ill suited to physical,
mental or spiritual endeavor
subsequently lovely bones (mine)
(pine to join grateful dead)
rather than feebly kickstart
lame effort to write, read or meditate.
Thus respecting Sir Isaac
Newton's first law of motion
a (human) body at rest
inertia keeps said entity at rest.
Interestingly enough as
daylight doth wax and wane
casting dark shadows upon urbane
countenance buzzfeeding hidden reservoir
exerting estimable energy
decreasing arduous strain
therefore purposefulness,
I seek renewable resource to imbue
garden variety generic
doubting thomas and ordain
him (i.e. me) with spontaneous
magnificent grandiloquent enlightenment
ala Orson Welles Citizen Kane
laughable comparison linkedin
with story extraordinaire quite insane
September 4th, 2020 insight one can gain
perchance even coaxing passable poem
from deep within Matthew Scott Harris' brain.
Categories:
exerting, adventure, confusion, imagination, journey,
Form:
Free verse
Epiphanic jubilance as you begin exerting pharmaceutical control over your mental chemistry. You start to see that radiant joy, manic despair, mild boredom and every other “feeling” are merely patterns of chemiconeural-synaptic-firings—patterns that are now under your control. You’re the Head Mental Music Composer. And now you’re turning the broken cassette tapes of trite cover-band grunge beats into a live-blasting supernoval symphony of Mozart on crack:
Shift all incoming experiential data to a cosmic perspective of organismal meta-consciousness…Species consciousness…Genus consciousness…Family Consciousness…Order Consciousness…Class Consciousness…PHYLUM Consciousness…KINGDOM CONSCIOUSNESS!
Blast-off. Simultaneons of Valhalla perspection. Words have ceased to mean. You are now communicating directly with the laws of physics. Your thoughts are angels that fly with wings of ethereal mega-competence.
Categories:
exerting, paradise, religious, perspective,
Form:
Prose
The walls open their eyes just as
the mantises begin to weave
a loving celestial vibe, incensing
the onset of this boundless drive
Not questioning if one will retain
sentience, escaping for a time
confinement within her hive
machine-like serpentine's
propel mega metallic craft
exerting complex, magically carved
oaken ores
opening dimensional gateways
ascending straight-through
intensified vibrational planes
utilising the great wave
unlocking these secret doors
Fantastic crystal-blue eyed
gnomes with iridescent feather
shaped cheekbones perform
a dance, whilst oscillating
their elongated gold spoons
Traces of a nameless ancient face on
innumerable orange-pinkish moons
within vast space, divinely harmonised
eternally ringing out in high tune
Categories:
exerting, beauty, cool, moon, space,
Form:
Rhyme
A MEANING FOR EACH DAY
The long-distance run begins again
From its dawning burst upon
The route of each unique day —
Evolving, exerting, energizing, elating.
The far distances: a crossing from
Vague inspirations to verses, persisting
Like the birds that squawk at treetops,
Wondering how their cousins sweetly sing?
The deepest longings prayerfully
Reach up:
thought to motion,
With the blessed guidance to rise
Out of self:
from kernel to cosmos—
Like a Phoenix springing to a marathon
Flight across continents with
sea waves mirroring the soar and
Gracing spread wings
With strength for the unfolding search.
Our earth-born lives, bearing
our spirt quests may
Bloom into a growing of faith,
and to a consequential want
To follow in Christ’s deliberate,
Loving footsteps…Fully perceiving
Others while the run of hours
…pauses
To touch the Shepherd…
Learning that starting points and finishing
Lines are neither one beyond us…
By inches or instants,
Wearing our inherited,
ancient, wind-lifted capes, our
Every step taken, and hope given teaches:
Meaning is the bed
of the very paths
we choose to walk.
———————————————————-
(C) sally young Eslinger 1/22
Categories:
exerting, bird, christian, imagery, joy,
Form:
Free verse
"Pack the chairs,no souls will be entertained here",
Politics is stealing the future of scholars,
The faith is rather picking blemishes from religious pillars,
Can't make it plain to them of my changed mind,
Grew up along the coast,
Education wasn't a key boast,
Chasing money and abiding to words from our illiterate parents,
"Hey,...if you refuse to go fishing,no food for you today",fear really got itself filled us with adherents,
The punishment comes always with fatality,
What is known to be risky,we see it to be easy,
Trained with marshal laws,...and it's the powerful canes form masters in the halls,
Privileged men went ahead to acquire knowledge,because they had all it carried,
Knew what is meant by a treasure buried,
Fought tediously to overthrow the whiteman ruling over their integrity,
When nothing was induced much into us,eyes were opened to plenty,
Disappeared from home to where no man ever had an idea about,
Saved by a richman but lonely hunter mouse ,
Impacted into me in-depth understanding,
Showed me the realities of life;formal education without a payment,
"God bless his hidden soul",
Returned after so many years,
"Life is now precious and exerting greatness of me,
Society wasn't able to exercise recognition of who I am,
But yet still,I found my childhood friends fighting for success with grey hair",he noted well,
Expression on their faces proves their lost in the middle of nowhere,
Hailing his superiority among them,he was appointed as the chief advisors brain,
So many opportunities he gained,
His life was a breakthrough to the land he was born to cater,
He is a refined gold within a polluted water,
Inculcated intelligence into his fellow people scoop,
Few took it wholeheartedly;they had eyes for pride so they've made it in a bloom,
Politics practically went about chewing the learned knowledge as strict,
Coping with internal and external institutions,he raised a fine district,
But,his heart never desired for a truth;
What were deceptions to uproot?
Helmet of glory,
Passion for God plays the background of his officialdom,
Only blink of eyes taking a yawn,religion stole his referendum.
Categories:
exerting, allegory, bereavement,
Form:
Alliteration
After the Dominican with it's heat and humidity
This is absolute heaven on earth
Temps in the low seventies with bright sunny skies
AND NO HUMIDITY
Humidity's a killer as you all well know
You can be sitting absolute still
Not exerting yourself even the tiniest wee bit
And still the sweat could be running down your face
On men, it's manly
On women, it's against the law
For exhibiting such unladylike tendencies
Women don't sweat... they perspire
Bull crap! They sweat just like us guys
Given the choice, though
I'd rather perspire to death
Than burn to death... no contest
But when you get right down to it
I'd really rather pass away making love to Jennifer Aniston
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
exerting, humorous,
Form:
Narrative
Shake all those weights off of your form,
Exerting your power of will.
Xenobiotic fabrics fill
Unseen voids that should be the norm.
Activity creates a storm,
Leaving you all wet from the spill
Inside out, because of the thrill
Zippers create within your dorm.
Acting on operating parts,
These movements define the pleasure,
Increasing the beating of hearts.
On my voyage to your treasure,
Natural motions strike like darts,
Sending you strokes in all measures.
Categories:
exerting, love
Form:
Italian Sonnet
Still, I hold my head up high
And why you might ask
It was not I that left, but she
I wear no mask
My deeds are opened
My life is before you
I loved only her at the time
Perhaps her love never grew
Still, I hold my head up high
As she hides from the masses
Although some in secret she sees
We call them the asses
Other know her better
But quiet is their voice
Perhaps leverage was used
And they no other choice
Still, I hold my head up high
As she is out flirting
She is bringing herself down
No words am I exerting
Let the deeds resolve the deeds
Let the blind lead the blind
Strong drink will soon open up
Her words and her mind
Still, I hold my head up high
As drunkenness is now talking
No better way for words to fall
With a blackboard for her chalking
At last she echoes what actual happened
As words stream out loudly
And unbeknownst of ears listening
She beams her words proudly
Still, I hold my head up high
As she is running now for cover
The antidote she never found
To hide her brand new lover
And so she’s vanished, she’s left the state
And smiles are really beaming
Lover’s Lane on Saturday night
With two hearts now a dreaming
Categories:
exerting, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse