Best Extents Poems
Give a man a sea-kitten,
And you feed him for a day.
Teach a man how to sea-kitten,
And PETA will make him pay.
I guess there isn’t much to say,
We’re gonna eat them either way,
Because the message here being conveyed
Does not have to do with fish per se.
Instead we feel the need to build
A foundation where we can rest our guilt.
Or where we can sway, or push, or tilt
The basis of sanity. And watch it wilt.
Humans are actually land-dodos.
A tree is also a green-giraffe.
But no name we will ever sow
Will ever cease to make me laugh.
I mean, how bored do you have to be
In a world with war and disease uprising
To stop what you’re doing and decide: “Here see,
Fish are in trouble. Start compromising.”?
Man is the measure of these extents.
The apex of idiocy slips his mind,
And thus he chooses to invent
Another means to thwart mankind.
We’re defending the rights of things we need.
Things we need for survival, like skin.
And in our greed we fail to read
The paradox lying herein and within.
Among all the things that humans bleed for,
Nothing more imbecilic has ever been,
Than renaming the fish of which we feed
Into something like sea-kitten.
“And then Jesus blessed the sea-kittens,
He broke the bread and divided it amongst 5000 people.”
Categories:
extents, funny, nature, seafish,
Form:
Rhyme
her eyes are gray, foreboding
reflecting the wrath of Zeus
yet therein lies the charm of Hera
who silences Olympian thunderbolts
she is sharing a tenebrous introspect
the smile withdrawn, judgmental thought
an ego that must be fed, expense of others
aloofness brings happiness no more
i am lost in the beauty of an honest waltz
women addressing their problems
instead of undressing in front of them
we all suffer in being human
but with an honest waltz such as yours
we begin the inward path
realize the injustice we do others
its ultimate expense, our self
we are wisely told never to judge
yet every day we do
and to some extents we must
who shall i call friend
do i devitrify, or dignify humanity
sometimes i wonder why get honest
people love to be honest about faults
most of the time it is yours
truth can be an elusive beast
sheltered within, Medusa's avoiding mirrors
refusing to acknowledge the peccants within
the ones we tend to ignore
dismiss as peccadilloes
i was not fond of reflection myself
those mornings after, mirror of dipsomania
the abusive beast, a life of full moons
it was worth every battle back
sitting here sober, listening to you
Phoenix 94
Categories:
extents, addiction, analogy, blessing, courage,
Form:
Free verse
Oh, my Beloved Africa
Why are you always so behind time
Why is it that the world always has to be miles ahead
For you to follow in the trail of dust they leave behind
Oh, my Beloved Motherland
Why is it that these sons and daughters of yours
Are always so eager to get up and leave
Why is it that you always only get to keep
...those whose thoughts are to beg and keep the obsolete
...of history from the worlds abroad
...which have nothing better than the makings of thee
Oh, Africa my Beloved
Even I sometimes get the urge to just get up and leave
But so strong is my love for thee
For it always anchors my spirit, here to be
Perhaps if you and I were to form an alliance
We would prove to the others
That indeed, even in Paradise dreams can still be achieved
We can prove to them that on the canvas of life
Anyone can paint whatever his heart may like
For it isn?t life that matters
But the reality of what you make of the opportunities it offers
Oh, Africa you truly are my deepest love
For you, in my heart is nothing but pride
But there is just one teeny-weeny bit of help I need
Please speak to Mother Nature for me
And ask her gently to lend me her scriptures of life
So I may peruse through to see if I can find some answers I seek
For I feel inclined to believe
She has a lot more acumen to offer
Than of the realities that graces the ordinary minds
Of her intelligence, I wish to spread to the extents it may prevail
So in speaking to her on my behalf
Please ensure to make clear of my selfless intents
So she may keep sealed from me the pages whose secrets she doesn?t wish
revealed
Oh, My Beloved Mama Africa
You truly are such a Great Mama
You have seen it all in time,
...and even beyond my time you will still continue to see it all as time strides
Truly, in me your roots run deep
For your were still here, when more than a thousand years back
...plans to have me alive were hatched
Son after father after grandfather after great grandfather
...after an endless series of other greater grandfathers in time
So why should I abandon thee when it?s finally time for me live
Just to show you gratitude for having me
...this life I live I shall on behalf of all before me dedicate to the benefit of thee
Categories:
extents, placeslife, me, heart, time,
Form:
Narrative
Unfamiliar grounds scare my emotions,
Hand which holds me safe no longer exist,
Each glance behind reveal vacant spaces
where are you Mom?
The emptiness I feel around me is vast,
Familiar warmth no longer extents to wipe tears,
Very routine footsteps never walks alongside,
Where are you Mom?
Bond that linked was brutally cutoff,
Before I learned to sense essence of life,
The very dept jolt me to be bold for age,
Where are you Mom?
Each gray hair reminds me of time left,
Pangs of pain quiver me out of my gloom,
Arouse to stand up straight to face time,
Where are you Mom?
The very Mom within me shudder,
With the same pain I once poured,
Into thy very bosom with vengeance,
Where are you Mom?
Are you never going to hold me close?
Why heartless to watch the river of tears?
Mind skilled to paint a shadow of you,
Where are you Mom?
Categories:
extents, girl, grief, life, mom,
Form:
Blank verse
My pants are tucked snug beneath the socks on my feet.
I also wear gloves tucked beneath my long sleeves.
I wear a full facial mask of fabric that allows me to breath
and then I retire for the evening and go to sleep.
This isn't some fetish or obsessive compulsion.
This ritual is performed for my own protection
to insure that when I sleep that I am not being eaten
by my current, most unwelcome bed bug infestation.
I must retire this way every day until I can give my apartment
a 100% thorough and complete bed bug fumigation.
Until then I am forced to co exist with them.
Oh the extents I will go to pay cheap rent.
Categories:
extents, sleep,
Form:
Rhyme
Royals of Emotions
As a confusing annoyance grew inside my head;
A silent torment stormed and throttled as I lay at night a mist my bed.
The old unforgivable and the new unforgettable;
Not noticing what's in front of you, beautiful, and what's pivotal.
Feeling of barriers and strong holds to ones' certain extents;
No completeness, broadness, and fulfillment, is this really a commitment.
I choose you as my hope, faith, and serenity;
In return, I, my love, you choose as your extremity.
When in the forthcoming, I am all you will have;
By your side as since day one and until time surpass.
The shadows of sorrow drown my willows of happiness;
Oh the irony of this unusual emotional overflow to grasp me so instantaneously.
Concerns of matters that doesn't relate to you;
They are the matter of matters that matter more than what should be of great value.
I am a person of strength and combative will;
The triumph over these mere feelings of indiscretions detaches.
As the breath that I breathe slowly dissipating;
The heart that beats beneath my flesh, is always under God's safekeeping.
So with every prayer I pray, I know and believe;
There's nothing in him that can't be revived and retrieved.
By: Tiffani N Leak
Categories:
extents, betrayal, community, corruption, courage,
Form:
Ballad
A man unpresidentially known for the showerhead
Msholozi, the man in charge of singlehandedly running a nation into crisis
With him at the helm the public anxiously watches as the state of things degenerate
The rand has slumbered, corruption trivialised and unemployment popularised
Numeric’s play trickery on his unknowing tongue
And in his mind’s eye rules of grammar are easily ignored
Unpopular for his uninspiring speeches and refusal to obey protocol
A man who unapologetically lives above the constitution without fail
Without resolve he spends his term in office under the guise of ignorance
A generous man whose time is easily spend trying to resolve crises in countries outside our shores
He gets to lead a life of privilege without burning a sweat
He carries on blindly without taking any responsibility while the rest suffer the consequence
The unjust Msholozi hypocritically lives above the law but expects others to obey
The threat of prison bars didn’t hold him down because his connections served him right
A smart man with a dedicated entourage of followers to defend his malice
From the safety of his chambers he observes like Big Brother leading a nation to its downfall
As things spiral down he generously extents the rope to which the economy hangs itself
Cynically he laughs off his critics while the believers fan off the opposition
He doesn’t get his hands dirty since willing volunteers fight his battles
The booing and anger from a nation divided never unsettles this comrade
Without shame he takes merit from the achievements of others
He doesn’t worry about his endless failures since his inactions are blamed on the past
After all, he’s a diligent leader living in a utopian valley where all his citizens are satisfied
He sees no wrong, hears no concerns and does nothing to improve the nature of things
An unscrupulous man who dishonourably musk’s his failures by claiming what others have earned
At the sound of his voice the martyrs who selflessly fought for this freedom turn from their graves
Hi puppets continue to defend him like a messiah filling his silences with bombastic defences
He’s set in his questionable ways and is undeterred by motions of no confidence
Like the mafia his enemies are harshly eliminated from the face of politics but friends handsomely rewarded
Categories:
extents, anger, corruption, deep, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
My Wild-Mustang
Running free
Tis ways of Your Spirit
Shall always be..
Wanting Love
But yet.. Wild-within
You want to be
tho.. True Love to behold
Within My heart for thee..
But as we both know
Wild-Mustang
Always Run.. on the go...
Running down.. winding roads..
Within this earthly Life
What.. Wonders Love
Truly beholds
Perhaps... maybe fear of
Mustang being trapped
Within a Fence.. place in Corral
Not able to run Free
Of Love.. True Extents
Yes.. My Wild-Mustang
As I see..
Let go.. Let God..
Give you speed-fast as the wind
Let You know
You No longer be
bound unto me
As you had once said..
But then again..
Bound is your Spirit
Within the Wild-Wind
Your heart tis be
Ever Sweeet as a honeycomb
Your Spirit.. tis a Wild-Mustangs tis roams
Sweeet tender heart.. Loving and kind
For You are.. Wild-N Free
As tho
within my dreams
I Shall behold
Always "You and Me'
Thank God.. For you are a True Blessing
May Your Spirit Run..
Fast as the Wind
With God Speed..
Just Never let go..
Of Alpha and Omega
God Almighty Love you know
Wind of God"s Speed--Run Wild Mustang.. Your Free..
As I see.. Tis God planned for You to be..
honeycomb heart.. Sweeeeet..
Post this one just for you..
Categories:
extents, inspirational, love, god, heart,
Form:
Tropical rain forest gracious beauty grand and small
North of the equator from our scale it begins at our wests wall
Rising vapor flows a river twords the sunlights ever turning call
Mud pits splot, moisture hides here a lot, it warms as the lava flows
Vines whip as the air grows stale and sticks, happy is the Crow
The river rises and then again picks up speed for a circle and dips it's feet
The Harboring Crain decides to move. Leaving it's sticks furrow glued
It's working a global groove nothings ever new
No surprises the oldest extents of on going crises
Categories:
extents, age,
Form:
Light Verse
Photos bomb social media.
While
Terrorists destroy livelihoods.
War rages from within.
Crashing rathe upon distant strangers; us...
Pictures reveal this through social networking.
A quite distant war becomes real—too extents.
Photo bombs drop atop crooked faces.
Suicide bombs disfigure and gravely injure a far out man and a groovy woman.
However,
These groves are not so far out.
Closer to home than the television thinks—
Maybe more problematic than depicted and possibly more galactic than photoshopped.
What is their left to do with this distant war?
Sir War, her majesty, governor of terror like substance—ruler of all.
King War . . .
Master War . . .
Will you bow your heads to such ungodly deity?
Or
Will you fight for your mental pictures of believed righteousness?
Let's take this down to size and ask me (the writer) what he would do.
I would photobomb every picture possible until everyone around me cannot help but to smile and laugh.
One thing I know for sure I would not do is...
Never would I ever bow down to Master War.
May 29, 2017
Contest: Form P
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Categories:
extents, courage, freedom, imagination, life,
Form:
Personification
The insurrectionists of January 6 are NOT patriots!
They are criminals of the lowest amoeba-types
Most patriots were at work improving the G.N.P.
Not carousing and malingering to air their gripes.
Can you imagine an American president colluding,
Encouraging rabble-rousers to storm the Capitol,
Giving tacit approval to hanging his vice-president?
In my opinion, his behavior was clearly lunatical!
And, he is still clamoring for the nation’s attention
Bloviating far and wide, spouting despicable lies,
I’m flabbergasted that so many are on his team
Celebrating and cheering on our nation’s demise.
A long-time presidential aficionado, I hasten to say,
That Donald Trump’s picture among our presidents
Is utterly disgraceful, a travesty of the worst kind,
He should be prosecuted to law's fullest extents.
Written July 30, 2022
Categories:
extents, anger, how i feel,
Form:
Quatrain
It was on one dusk of summer while I
Sat then brooding on some wooden plank
And the air rippled with glitters golden raining down
From the Western sun
—which slowly, slowly bided time
To bid the day goodbye—
That I, that very moment, chanced upon
As I looked up from my stupor,
Far ahead from where I was, a stone's throw perhaps,
The fairest sight
—in an intricately delicate dance,
a lady on a prance.
She spun, and swayed, and twirled with grace,
She danced with naught a care
Of the world around and yet they trained on her their sights,
The world of men.
—And how was it on a lady's dance
Many a heart were much entranced?
'Tis strains a lot the mind discerning
Why at times the heart to great extents desire
The unattainable; which makes a stone's throw, to say the least
Become a million miles.
—in the dying light, one could only digest
The beauty and all good the lady
—the dance—
suggests.
Categories:
extents, introspection, world, heart, heart,
Form:
Free verse
The Owl of Insignificance
It happened on the eve of May
From a dream awoken so tense
As the pounding of his lonely heart
Brought rhythmic relief to the silence
As he listened to the beating thoughts
Ideas began to make sense
So he pondered puzzle pieces
All the what’s and why’s of whence
But some things don’t have answers
So he laid there in suspense
And wished that he could somehow find
That piece of evidence
The sign that he could matter somehow
In a universe that’s so immense
Or that he was just a victim
In a life of circumstance
A slave to the tomorrows
Of all the don’ts and can'ts
Carved on the martyr’s tombstones
By social sycophants
So long he lay there thinking thoughts
That came with no relents
Every aspect of existence
And all of its extents
Until he finally had the thought
Maybe I’m to dense
Maybe all the what’s and why’s
Are of no consequence
So he sat there in the silence
Freed his mind of raves and rants
When from outside of the window
He then heard a voice commence
The words rang out with wisdom
Who who who the echoing chants
So he let the word consume him
And at once it all made sense
That who is all that matters
Who one represents
From whom they seek forgiveness
For who a soul repents
Then he felt a loving presence
Come relieve his discontents
And as he looked beyond the shadows
Of his dying false pretense
He realized the value
of his insignificance
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
Categories:
extents, faith, inspirational, life, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Ode To The Curious Man
O young man so inquisitive,
What compels you to endeavor to such high extents?
Will you never stop dreaming as long as you live,
Climbing the steep peaks of knowledge until you are spent?
O young man, what drives you so?
Have your achievements not broken the status quo?
The untamable energy which you possess
Inspires me and puts me down, for I am so much less.
For in you I see the essence of humanity,
Which separates us from the apes.
Categories:
extents, poetry,
Form:
Ode
That first breath you take after one of those times when you feel as though nothing else
could ever matter is one that fills you full of life, and exhilaration. As if a new lease has been
taken out on your existence and you are free to fully understand all that is around you. The
simplistic beauty of nature, and the way things really are. Tall buildings, cars, television, the
toaster oven...these things have no bearing on what really matters.
In that one shining moment when I was alone with myself, I felt like it was just you and I. To
remember these things is like to remember the roads and streets painted on my face with
the tears of happiness, love, joy, sadness, regret, and all emotions in between. The only
moment we were alone, the only moment we existed together without anything but the
infinite. The only moment I was alone with myself to discover who I really was. One in the
same were these moments.
As if we spent every day in the dark until now, you and I, we were always the same...but I
guess I never realized it until now. I speak of, if it wasn't plain enough, of the 'Id'. He is me,
and I am him! I feel as though we truly never experience ourselves in the fullest extents
because we shroud our lives in negativity, worrying about how much money we will make, or
what someone else thinks.
A memory...this is all I have of the shell I once was. A shell that we all used to be! Some
who still exist within these parameters will someday wake with eyes unclothed to see all that
there is. Vibrant color, intoxicating smells, passion around every corner. I feel it, see it,
know it. I am all of these things as every single molecule that represents my structural
makeup is also the same ones that make up every living thing, every inanimate object,
every two hands held as one, and every heart that pumps the blood that keeps us alive.
So we are always searching, and searching, and searching for the things to make us happy
when they're always right in front us, within us if we just want to look hard enough. To fill
your life with positivity will be the greatest gift, and I hope you read this and feel as though I
am taking your hand in mine...and walking off into eternity...for the rest of all of our lives.
The only cure for love....is more love, let positivity set you free.
Categories:
extents, love, passion,
Form:
Free verse