Best Expansions Poems
butter...quantums!...fly in every kitchen
quantum butter however flies as...everywhere
when trefoil bubbles rise...as heat
greasing particles...so to speak
along times imaginary...numbered axes
and biasing spherical wave expansions...relative
some pre-caused destination point in a...four dimensional universe
the medium of which is termed a...trefoil population of
quantum butterflies with two wing speeds....'c'!?...an on or off
stan sand
Categories:
expansions, addiction, appreciation, butterfly, universe,
Form:
Free verse
Dark slide grind
Skating around issues
Breaking ice around in spheres
Wearing gaudy skirts that sparkle
In the wind
People never believe things until
It’s the end
What will it take to convince?
Social issues don’t mean a thing if there is no world to have them in
Politics and latest fashions are useless since,
It takes more then enough time to win
Affections of green paper and greedy oil corporations
Expansions, folding of ill-will and shady ways
Consciences are thin, now-a-days
It's a lot easier to ignore and deny
Then to right oneself and imply
Goodness to the World
If I put all these facts into a binder, present them in a sense
Of pure simplicity and smack-you-in-the-face
reality
Would you still deny the fact that we are becoming past tense
Killing what makes us real in the first place, Certainty
Isn’t what it was, anymore
Dashboards won’t save human ideas and massive clots of minds
Darning of holes in layers unknown can’t stop Mother Earth exploding from it’s
core
At times, it’s really not that easy to ignore
the signs
_____
Global Warming, it’s Happening. Let's Join Together and Do Something About It.
Categories:
expansions, hope, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
I am Sphinx Stone, Sun stationed statue
silent sculptured synoptic, not marble or
granite nor black tourmaline or crystal
timelines cutting cross my magnetic
magenta miracle to dissipate in dry
desert winds, my gaze unmoved
as quizzing quantum queens swirl
around a Blue Planet ascending
Sphinx Stone gathering goddess’ goodness
whilst slippery Sophi-el sprinkle sparkle
Nile evaporations down Sumerian
phantom phœnix photons
here I stare broken-nosed across vast
expansions exiting or entering dual
portal claws hot rooted into Violet Flames
of Mother Earth belying my etheric origins
Did Leo descend from helium heavens
painstakingly perfect from His tumultuous
gut with goblets of gold, goblins gyrating ?
ask you may North African secrets slither
no soiled sounds to simmer in sandy
storms or scarlet sunsets spreading
spells, silence my singular speech to
skulls of pharaohs or peasant alike
I am Sphinx Stone, my silhouette
signposted in simple or significant sigils
Saturn’s starlit sighs bypass not my
knowing aloof yet vacant stare which
agelessly gather stories of aeons
imprinting dreams of God into manifest
luminosity becoming your words on lion
bones or this ephemeral page
Sphinx Stone I see sabian riddled profiles
making prolific progress patterns filled
with steely grit, come now release
agitated ages of bygone bitters to
prick or paddle dimensions where
appled anemones sing my stare into song to
swallow swiftly sweetly slivers of sanctities
I remain Sphinx Stone stable
unsullied forevermore
Categories:
expansions, africa, age, color, extended
Form:
Ballad
Seems I awakened within a dream flying, though staying within
the dream, as an eagle I soared. With wings of immense importance
not to miss a journey, into the great cosmos. I did coast with
consummate ease, where ever it pleased, the nature of my thoughts.
My thoughts were master of my flight in spite, of the area of human
doubts. Past the lunar divide, expansions parallel into the golden waves
and particles of light. Soaring the benefit, of starlit universe around
the milky way, I swayed, a part of the paranormal of it all; then I heard
a rumbling voice as if clearing a throat.
Of this author’s spoken words, I will spurge, some of development within
my dismissal free of any feelings of poor human mind. Human mind laid
aside, within ample bosoms’ peace I did reside, as the absolute testified
having none greater than of infinity's assets to enjoy.
My Host said, ”I am the first and the last, no part of me is of the past,
nor of the future logic of any human project. I have given of myself
to everything, the planets, the stars, the sun and the moon.
My power and beauty is unfettered, secured for, if revered,
for the paranormal expanse of humans who advance by any
moral degree.”
Furthermore, Host said, “There is coming of the human logic a dread,
where the rubber meets the road, a retread. A recompense of the
offence must be bled, though love regrets to collect it has damages.”
These were encouraging words, "as by my thoughts", an eagle I soared,
through the midnight starlight I steered as my conscience cleared. Eagle
led off, "by my thoughts", to my bed. Quite confident I laid my soul upon
my bed. Although the human mind frayed by this expedience I promise
that I was awake all this time, without any human mistake!
For Debbie Guzzi Contest: Flying
Categories:
expansions, faith, universe,
Form:
Free verse
While watching the expansions of cities I felt too sad one day. In order to create more roofs and houses, Green fields were slaughtered to meet the passions of the builders and our politicians.
The places where there used to swing in air, the branches of dancing mustard and linseed flowers were weeping with tears in their eyes. I kept moving from one field to another and I found the same story everywhere.
At another place a small water stream was in the process of elimination and concrete pipes were laid beneath the ground to make the entire place on a level. The builders were about to celebrate a party, as their building plans were in the final stage of taking a shape. New shining houses with lots of street lights will soon be there, where Nature was spreading its smiles in the form of flowers and buds, grains and harvests, brooks and streams, orchards of Mango and guava. The old trees and wild flowers with hanging creepers and their smiling little buds would be wiped out as the old order changes giving place to new.
I thought for a moment that perhaps our new generations would never know why the beauty and music, which lurks from the yellow Mustard and purple Linseed flowers, when their crops swings and dances in the months of Fagun* (Feb. and March) inspires us to write Poems and Songs. Perhaps the new generation would be too busy in exploring new stars and planets in search of some water and air. As by that time the Earth would be empty from such blessings of Nature.
THE POEM ON SPRING WILL BE HERE VERY SOON
Categories:
expansions, nature,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I will tell you deep dark secrets
That only men share
In private conversations
Where no flower is allowed
To bloom
A woman can be like a video game
Rejuvenating
Makes us feel like boys again
Yet we sweat and toil
Huff and puff
A man’s work
Dedicated to scoring points
Until we hear her
Piercing
Wailing
Bell
A woman can be like a lawnmower
Fill her up
With the sweetest oil
Grasp that fragrant hair
Tightly in hand
Pull her forward
In a rough yet tender way
Until a lingering kiss
Ignites her motor
Rewards us with
Those powerful
Tremors
And
Vibrations
Lets us know
“Job well done.”
A woman can be like a roller coaster
Ride her up
Then
Ride her down
Wild excitement
And
Abject fear
The perverse delight in
Wondering if we will
Survive
The perilous journey
Or be
Thrown
From the track
Destroyed
And my woman
My love
Who
Washes me in her
Most private
Perfume sins
Who
Whispers obscene
Confessions
In harsh gasps
Hot breath bullets
That shatter my brain
Who
Is a living contradiction
Both
Tyrant
and
Socialist
Bringing obedient
Albeit
Willing
Slaves
To share our love
Primal desires unleashed
In communal ways
That would have made
Karl Marx
Renounce his creed
My woman can be like a fountain
A watery refuge from
The steamy oppressive night
Hit the right switch
And she’s a squirting delight
Close your eyes
Listen
And you can almost hear
Dancing music
Synchronized to
The contractions and expansions
Of her gushing love
Resuscitates your
Weary body
Heals your tormented soul
Bathes you in the
Spring
Of
All that is good
All that has any meaning
In this
Life
Categories:
expansions, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passion, romance,
Form:
Free verse
Is space-time a fabric that stretches and strains,
like a grass harp ruffling across the great plains,
when the force of a huge body in motion
makes waves akin to the billowing ocean?
LIGO’s antennae have finally disclosed
those waves gravitational Einstein proposed
that travel along with the swiftness of light
and can’t be obstructed in their spatial flight.
A faint fleeting whoop is the sound that was heard,
resembling the chirp of a faraway bird.
So the Nobel winner, with brilliant foresight
a century past, was again proven right!
In Einstein encomium much overdue,
we praise and applaud what he already knew
from his relativity theory acclaimed,
that pillar of physics for which he is famed.
The presence of mass as a part of his theme
makes space and time curve, in that elegant scheme.
And this is indeed how gravity functions,
not as a force, but as cosmic conjunctions.
Two black holes colliding, a billion light-years
removed, gave a sign that brought triumphant cheers
from the LIGO team, with a soft rising tone
making Einstein’s ineffable notion known.
The project cost umpteen millions of dollars.
Astronomers seemed the leeriest scholars
and felt the investment would be a big waste,
not trusting the models on which it was based.
Miles of steel tubing in L-shaped position
of vacant chambers were used in the mission
for gauging expansions and fluctuations,
with an outcome exceeding expectations.
The breakthrough implies that stargazers can peer
not just with the eye but moreover may hear
stellar storms bending space and changing time’s flow
in colossal activities to and fro.
Yes ripples in space-time were validated,
as Einstein had long ago calculated.
Researchers gave credit to LIGO, although
he is probably saying, “I told you so!”
~ Harley White
* * * * * * * * *
One of the articles that inspired the poem was “Gravitational Waves: What Their Discovery Means for Science and Humanity”
http://www.space.com/31922-gravitational-waves-detection-what-it-means.html#sthash.pFxWYwlQ.dpuf
Categories:
expansions, eulogy, science, sky, space,
Form:
Verse
She was an abstract woman in a clinical world
theoretically reasoning her notions were perfectly
discerning midst-chaotic sensibilities,
whilst her inane whimsicality kept semblances of
insanity eye-leveled twixt reconfigurable ideologies'
over-share & objectionably designated delicacies of
exothermic exposures pseudo-psychic phenomenons,
therefrom she found divinities were misaligned
with governmental expansions as an alternative to
spirituality and hypotheses of butterfly hurricane frolics,
'twas indubitably manifestations of poetically piddled
calculating escapism artistes & scoffing con-conspirators
Categories:
expansions, allegory, butterfly, confusion, environment,
Form:
Alliteration
The Senior Center was a beehive of active waiting
to die.
Bingo
but not ballroom dancing.
Knitting
but not garden expansions.
Physical therapy
but not yoga
and not chi gong,
much less mindful meditations
sung in four part harmony.
The new guy,
just growing into sixty-five,
asked them
How would we like to be remembered
one hundred years from now?
That doesn't seem likely,
I know,
but perhaps more likely together
than playing Solitaire
side by side.
I would like to be remembered
as healers of The River
said a somber SeptemberGenerian woman
surrounded by ancient lady friends.
No one needed to ask why.
We all knew
what was coming downriver
for future regenerations
of thirsty toxined minds
with biodiverse bodies.
And so we found younger allies
who owned property along The River,
beginning with the railroad company,
and the Mohegans
and the Pequots,
where a Senior knew a Senior
with a well-placed daughter,
and sometimes a son
of unusual cooperative and long-term focus.
Together we planted firs
and cedars along polluted and denuded banks,
for future generations to manage,
harvest for housing
and furniture
and fiber
and possibly even coffins
waiting for memories of polluted rivers
to die.
That was one hundred years ago
we started
in this regenerative Senior Center,
and still going strong
as each year
a new incoming class
of those who finally reached sixty-five
joined our river healing project,
more recently also producing fruit trees
and berries,
flax
and hemp,
mushrooms
and nuts
and sweetgrass baskets
woven by SeptemberGenerians.
Women and a few surviving men
and some more in-between
smiling together
at the round cedar table in the back,
remembering Elder healers
of our barren land
and naked River.
Categories:
expansions, age, earth, faith, health,
Form:
Political Verse
My twenty, twenty-four’s resolutions
Are: first find my problems great solutions,
That's focus more on my pen,
Eating will be forgotten,
I can control my body expansions.
Another thing that I’m planning to do,
With my bicycles, there I always go;
No car, taxi or a bus,
Just drive pedals with my ass,
Staying at near places saves my cash, too.
Categories:
expansions, new year,
Form:
Limerick
Human life deserves a platform to unfold
Away from straitjackets of pious scrutiny
Whose eyes, ears and hands feel so cold
They reject freedom and project a mutiny
Born from the scorn society pours on freedom
Curtailing every progressive move towards expanding
Frontiers of free thought, thought outside the stricture kingdom
Where dissenters earn the label of antisocial branding
Perceived by untested notions whose dubious value
Lies in objecting to new ideas, new approaches
To matters where life suffers because critics with no clue
Claim innovations and expansions in thinking circulate cockroaches
In citadels that preserve culture and tradition
To limit the extent to which inhabitants expand the scope
Life ought to enjoy without any undue restriction
Imposed by custodians of traditions whose pope
Preaches limitations on abortion and exploration of modernization
In the wake of disruptive technologies
That spawn conundrums in which efforts of socialization
In traditional societies and African mythologies
Die a natural death
When social media facilitate new ways of communicating and connecting
Whose wealth and health
Diminish and extinguish mores, norms and customs, projecting
Arguments whose cogent basis tenuous at best
Can’t stand reliability and validity
Scrutiny and which traditionalists attest
Matter to defend the utility and solidity
Archaic notions offer to society’s progress
In which the worth and splendor of life
Matters more than efforts to suppress
Moves to eradicate and eliminate wife
Battery and slavery in the context of gender based violence
Rife in African townships and homesteads
Where traditionalists promote the importance
Domestic violence plays in subjugating stubborn heads.
Categories:
expansions, poems,
Form:
Free verse
destruction in the distance...terrorists in the trenches
soul slaves scrambling air waves
chaos,confusion,and brutal blood lust...dark and depraved...the devils enlisted
burning and blasting in the fires of fear...
i wear the armor of love
blasphemy bullets,they bounce off the steel
can't get to Gods children...we know the score and the deal
rejects and retards...an army of hellions
staying lost and never found in lawless rebellion
devouring flowers like cannibal killers
in the dirty hands of hate...gettin hotter
i wear the armor of love
one ounce of love terminates tons of hate
one act from above...expansions of evil get erased
face to face with bad men,beasts,and bullies
dumbfounded and drooling....they fall like goliath
renegades and rebels without causes or clues come quick to fight...
leaving blackened and blue
raging bulls empty clips from genocidal guns
in the midst of the madness...
i wear the armor of love
anthony_beesley@yahoo.com
Categories:
expansions, faith
Form:
Rhyme
Don’t Forsake Me
An interview with a dying tree.
Annie Willow entered my office,
It surprised all of us.
At first glance,
You might think she had no chance.
I inquired to what she would bring,
Something to add, something with zing.
Her wilted leaves and branches,
Just cleared our expansions.
She spoke clear and concise,
I had to think twice.
Years of nurturing and encouraging
My sprouts to grow, is how I learned what I know.
I am great supervisor, A revolutionist,
Working and mentoring I do to subsist.
My credentials speak for me,
Even if I am a dying tree.
Categories:
expansions, appreciation, extended metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
Loss of awareness,I forgot my ambience.
Expansions in floral exuberance,
and exhibits unique ecological trance.
As my veins they come from silence.
Owning a mount is quite a feat of dance.
Concert of sounds, the spectacle of colour.
As a different type of raw contour.
It transmutes the tour.
Their imbuing weapons and armor.
The black empowerments,
illegal logging and states of loor.
Categories:
expansions, betrayal, pollution,
Form:
Free verse
With no Revenge among est, the evergreens softly dance through the breeze that often carries a thickness, mangling through the calmness which would have loved to penetrate the beauty of daffodils with affection instead of distorted thrills of undergrowth laying untouched below the depth of salvation.
Forsake those elements that force through the silence without a moment that could have shaken denseness away with breeze kissing all a sweet night of peace, and love flowing down a brook of fresh clear liquid of unbelievable truths.
Live through the misty nights of unforgotten thrills of youth, attracting falling branches soft and new upon the moss, of another star-filled night.
Beware of risky rocks that fall without touch to mask away the freedom of untold truths of lands lost, forsaken, and dismissed from minds that knew love carried unbelievable truths of knowledge and wisdom. Only now, realities lost and forsaken, we find truths that life flourishes beyond our intellect before today's unfamiliar existence.
Suspended in time we swam deep to grasp the truth of life and the miracles of life cherished.
With each breath we linger forward, becoming who we create within the depths of our understanding of calm beliefs exchanged expansions of knowledge we believe came within the day we were created to be who we make ourselves to be.
Come forward flocks of independent ability be the individual you will achieve throughout your life, indifferent, true to self, cherished, unclaimed, only free beyond any explanation to comprehend the truth we cannot accept freely!
With no revenge among est the evergreens, we continue to explore from one dimension to another!
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Categories:
expansions, endurance,
Form:
Free verse