Best Fantastically Poems
Upon the twinkling of silent twilight,
tranquil thoughts set adrift,
infatuated in elysian reflection.
The mind wanders,
observing and listening - roaming;
avoiding confusing crossroads
leading into chimerical phantasms.
Overwhelmed by the darkness,
fervent fingers tremble,
yearning to bleed streams of serenity.
Suppressed soul whispers,
exposing sacred secrets,
releasing the mind from its chains.
Ink flows translating the meraki;
revealing a passionate poetic soul.
Empathetic emotions drain,
yet the soul desires to venture further.
Thirsting to dance forever in euphoric eunoia.
Meraki eruptions have no fear that
each drop may exhaust the pen.
For invictus ink is a valiant virtuoso,
calmly conquering consciousness
to drift towards selcouth land.
Every muse lusts to manifest in meraki,
yet it is no miracle - it's a natural phenomena.
The Silent One
27 November 2017
Meraki: The soul, creativity, or love put into something; the essence of yourself that is put into your work. This Greek word doesn't have an English counterpart.
Chimerical: Created by unchecked inspiration; fantastically visionary or highly improbable.
Elysian: Creative or beautiful; divinely inspired; peaceful and perfect.
Eunoia: Beautiful thinking. Shortest English word that contains all five vowels.
Selcouth: Unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet marvellous. An Old English word and can be found in Sir Walter Scott’s Ivanhoe from 1814.
Invictus is Latin for “unconquered.
Faculty meeting. Formidably flippantly fortuitously fluffy and forgetful.
I began to write a little list of F words, because I was in the F word mood.
Frilly. Free-ha-ha. Feast. Forget-me-knots. Fallacy. Farming. Fastidious. Fun-filled.
What are you doing? A non-friend asked me. She had already broken my chain of counting when I was
Counting syllables, making me angry.
“I am writing F words,” I tell her. She looks at me with fanfare, farcically, fantastically.
I am relieved to begin anew. Now I am adding PH words, because they will go along well with my theme.
Phonetically, phenomena’s, phenol barbital, phosphate, phantom, philosophy
“You can always ask Caren.”
Uh-oh.
I look up.
Everyone is looking at me including the principal who is pleased as punch I’m taking such great notes.
I nod my head.
Feline, foamy. Form-fitting, fleshy, flesh-eating, fractions, fanfare, fishy, finished, foamy, Phillip, fixed, fixt.
Someone puts their hand on my paper.
I glare at them. “What are you doing?”
I put my finger to my lips to shush them.
Fluffy. Faerie, Fairy. Franchise. Farmer. Freshman. Frequent. Frequently.
Feminine. Farcical. Feisty. Fibber. Fibbing. French fries.
I look up.
Clock says 4:35. Time to go.
Totally un-socialized, I fly out the door, knowing the union is on my side.
Glorious words,
romantic missives,
Unused obscure
edifying words
created, or
used in fantastically
beautiful ways
by
lexiconic guru,
and vocabulary maestro.
Intimidating
most of us.
Me anyway.
I do not know these fancy words.
Never thought I would need them.
Not sure I even write poetry.
I pour my feelings onto a page
Only using
simple every day
common words
These words I recognize
quickly and with feeling
Street-friendly words
make sense to me.
There might be
thousands of
better words I could use.
Gloriously, edifying
romantical type words,
But for me,
I have to use
Simple, every day
words I am comfortable
using.
Because my eyes
are so over-used
already, I do not
think they can
take any more
romantical, edifying,
glorifying, fancy-dancy words.
Not today anyway.
O.K., let’s see where you are with your math,
Which areas do we need to work through.
Algebra, space, number, or measurement,
Which topic do you need to review?
Today, algebra, a fantastically obtuse idea,
Instead of numbers, use letters, counting the ABC’s.
By the end of this tutorial you’ll love these letters,
Counting everything with ease.
Words like simplify, expand, and collect like terms,
Will become your new second diction.
Don’t use these letters like in tedious essays,
Nor like when expressing your poetic fiction.
Algebra strives to abbreviate everything,
Every single concept’s to be generalized.
It establishes an effective working formula,
Making it all neat, sleek, tidy, and stylized.
But don’t ask me who uses this at work,
Laborers, builders or for financial investments.
Just make sure you use it next Monday morning,
When you’re sitting your math exam assessments.
When I was but a child, I sure was not
too popular or all that great in school.
I tried to make good friends; I tried a lot
with all the girls considered to be cool.
I wished to be with them but played the fool.
They’d talk to me alone but would not stoop
to letting me hang out in their tight group.
It made me feel forlorn to know that I
was always being left out of the loop.
But soon would come my time, and I would fly!
As if emerging from a dark cocoon,
I did not know what I would come to be.
My time was coming though, and it came soon!
In junior high, the teachers noticed me.
My confidence grew fantastically.
My former way of seeking friends I saw
had never worked because of one big flaw:
I wasted time with girls who just were not
a fit for me! My soul was filled with awe
to know that girls like ME were whom I sought!
I felt so happy as I looked around
with new perspective, for it meant I could
feel free when other girls like me I found!
I grew in mind and body. It felt good
to have new friends and form a sisterhood.
In junior high, my wit was at its peak.
I lived for sleepovers and was not meek.
I talked to boys, and not since I’d been born
was I so happy. Life is sometimes bleak,
but since that time, I’ve never felt forlorn!
Feb. 10, 2018 for 'The Magic Of Three' Poetry Contest of Broken Wings
I am what I am, not what you'd like me to be. I see, do, & believe in all that I believe, do, or see. I'm not on this earth to impress you. I'm a Chicagoan but no I will not finesse you. I leave distress clues for fools; clue's that blue wouldn't even be able to get through. My rule of thumb: NEVER BE DUMB, KNOW HOW MUCH YOU'VE RUN, AND ALWAYS COUNT UP THE SUM! Just because people see me living in a city full of Sun, by no means does that mean my life is full of fun. Sometimes I move like the beat of a drum, erratically; but fantastically I'm FREE! No, I don't live in a tree and no I'm not a bee; I won't sting. But as I continue to write it feels like I sing. I'm so focused and this ain't no joke. Where's the remote so I can change the channel! I'm tired of watching mammals act like animals. Seeing them destroy things like they own things! This is it, I've had my fit; my fair share of all this foolishness. No! I won't be who you want me to be, I'm blind; I can't see what you want me to see, it's my mind; I'll believe what I wish to believe. At the end of my time, I'll still be who I am, not who you thought I should be!
This is my search for the proper mentality
Ive realized I need to change myself drastically,
And Radically
I need to Change my whole inner Anatomy
On The search for a cure to my insanity
I just dont want to be another fatality
As I look around casually, trying to think rationally
But the only answer i can find is to change my whole personality
If i dont the pain will continue to grow rapidly
In this calamity I lost you, but only to a mental catastrophe
But you looked into my eyes and said "it wasnt me"
So ill continue to be in this state of amity
Thankfully I lack apathy
While i wait Ecstatically
For you come back to me,
In my time of need I tried to turn to christanity
Because They said the bible would hold the answers in reality
But my life needs to be lived emphatically
So id like to drop a bomb on your faith, **** the baptistry
And im sorry for all this blasphomy
My words of truth have turned into a rhapsody
And ive learned that The one of the real gifts you left me is was this constructive agony
My brain needs to be drained because its nearly at full capacity
My thoughts are endless and keep growing erratically
Every thought of mine is full of confession, confusion and wishes for the future,
Id call it a fantasy
Because I dream one day we will be living together, fantastically
And stop being held down by gravity
And ill float away with you in my arms
Now understand I say that with first meaning of audacity
And I feel like you are mine as if you were given to me through my born rights constitutionalily
And In my mind Our love was a given right that was ammended and ended with feelings of impartialily
But with time the amendment will be repealed happily, with no memory
And youll return to me randomly
And ill tell you "i wasnt worried" sarcastically
Because when you walked away it left a very deep cavity
i tried to fill it up with pathetic fallacy
but only you in my arms will fill it to the top dramatically
And nothing will ever be the same in my eyes and in my reality
Dont worry I dont say that unhappily
Because missing you has caused me to fight and fix my life and my immorality
So now ill take a bow and say "thank you"
like im trying to end this theatrically
With your hand in mine and the proper punctuality.
The first time that I was serious
“I would be a good boy now”
My mom said “Non-sense! You never can
Go out and get yourself a sun-tan”
I left that idea for ever
My mom still repents for being so clever!!
And then I was genuine when I said
“From tomorrow I will start studying”
My esteemed teacher said “Non-sense!
Oh you, I know you are joking”
I gave up studying all together
My teacher still wonders why I took her so seriously rather!!
I was adamant when I followed my aim
“I just want to become that”
My father got in between “Non-sense!
For you its better never than late”
So I gave up doing anything at all
He is still sorry for being the reason of my fall!!
I was darn sure when I said
“That’s the horse that will win the race”
My wealthy uncle quipped “Non-sense!
Such waste decisions, tragedy you will face”
Unfortunately that horse went for the kill
And, I of course, was thrown out of his will!!
I was confident when I said
“It’s you whom I would love to marry, cool”
But my sweetheart said “Non-sense!
I just wanted you to pay the bill, you fool”
Sadly enough, her husband died in a year
She still repents – I would have lived longer without fear!!
I knew it when I declared
“It’s going to be a daughter”
But my mother-in-law shouted “Non-sense!
It’s a son who will bring laughter”
But when Angela was born to see
She came with a foot-ball “She would have enjoyed being a male like me!!”
On Angela’s marriage I said
“It’s definitely not a good match”
Angela scolded me “Non-sense dad!
He is a pass-out from a Harvard batch”
He spent all his life in his office
My dear girl wondered if life can get that rubbish!!
On the day the doctors declared me sick
“I will no longer live, Kristy, that’s fate”
All my friends gasped “Non-sense!
For God’s sake, don’t tell that”
The day I died, slow and brave
No one followed my wife to the grave!!
Fantastically as I climbed the slopes of heaven
“Oh! What a busy life was it!!”
God cheerfully said “Non-sense!
You were a moron without wit”
But when I started doing things in heaven
Even He admitted “If this is how you work in mirth,
Thank God!! (oops) you did nothing on earth!!”
Hyperthermia can be caused by standing in slip streams in sluice dumps. It never really fails if ice water can run a lake from a rusted tap. And the mid morning broken by the drip drip drip from a nozzle. Squirt then. Nozzles are not noses and noses are not neon. But bringing a interdimensional b track record is now considered to be as slack as wearing dungarees in a cottage garden or a farm. Wow such rich aroma and oversized overspill of oversight. From a wide lusty frame. Whose discussions with a female mongoose will go unnoticed once the turmoil begins. Cover oneself with fifty six sheets, a record collection, five billion cassettes and consider life as a plant. Conversation cleverly choosing charismatic charming chequered chins chasing chests. And a dodo on a mountaineering expedition with two hundred tyrannosaurus rex, eighty-three teradactals and a half pint of lemonade in a nice clean jug. To wash with not drink. What on earth did you think. The amazement of some is often to the admonishment of another and the cruel multiplatonic indifference is what the name of the takeaway should be called. To be ingested in front of the ray machine. Hypnotic baby soothers. In mass. In amps. En masse. But not en suite. For that is merely utilised for the jam production in many hue and flavour. How very clever thought the passing bluebird. Halfway to town and twenty seeds left. Then right. Fortification of flames on a canal trip taking turns steering. Good. And fashion no necklace into a giant statue of an old hero. Hearing a moon beam then? Good. For at that elevation you should hear even the most daintiest cry from a single blade of field. Dare to dance with that then? Yes? Great. Fantastically freeformed frame fishes. And the hallways smile in castles worldwide. Grab then a hat,a coat, some gloves and build a symmetrical snowman with a crane. Hahahaha beetle borrowing books hahahaha laughing leering lecherous lurking leeches. Xxxxx hyperbolic z this is the midday bulletin from the p y q reporting live from the headquarters at 89.0 whisking. X
(“Animal Spirit”, 2018, original encaustic)
Animal Mind
Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to be an animal.
Of course I am an animal,
But I wonder what it’s like
To not have the human layer of mind
The one that thinks, reflects, recollects
Compares, contrasts and cogitates.
Then I remember what it’s like to dream
Where effortlessly I experience whatever
All with my animal mind.
I know it’s my animal mind
Because as vivid as it may be when dreaming it
It quickly fades like mist in the morning sun
If I don’t deploy my human mind
To store it away in some available white matter.
It makes sense that this sense of simply experiencing
Is what all animals share
With maybe just a few having some capacity
For the self reflection we so love about ourselves.
What is really going on here in the layers of mind?
Is it even knowable?
Of course it is!
Because it is all within us!
Within our brain the two halves
That make up a whole
Include the nonverbal, nonrational side
Of sensory perception
And its opposite
The side of data processing, filing and recall.
In the day the left side rules
But in the night the right holds sway.
So my night is like my dog’s day
Fantastically wonderful and fresh
While my day is just another day
Of an endless story I tell myself
A story my dogs don’t even have a mind
Let alone ears to hear
Beyond the soothing tones of a human lullaby.
(9/4/25)
How fireworks are constructed - I haven't got a clue.
I'm just really excited about all the things that they can do.
Flying high up into the sky that's truly black as night.
Seeing their many designs brings me such delight!
Their colors range the full spectrum of the rainbow.
All bright and glittery - I love their neon glow!
I would gaze upon them for hours on end if I could get the chance.
They make me want to skip around, sing, and even dance!
Fireworks are sometimes noisy - with many a boom or bang.
So if your ears are sensitive - around fireworks do not hang!
You could still enjoy them on TV and keep the volume low.
That way their magnificent displays - on you they can still bestow.
In my opinion, fireworks are a great part of our history and lore.
Gazing at them really allows our imaginations to greatly soar!
They can alter your emotions chasing away negativity.
Boosting your spirit even higher and spreading around - so much glee!
June 3rd 2016
If my usual wasn't so ordinary
And didn't span great feats of generic
It may just be shy of extraordinary
A mediocrity so bland I'm hysteric
Enormity in normalcy's highest gear
Worked out so hard and never got abs
Without an ear my regular cannot hear
I'm the base tested against in labs
An everyday, workaday, 10 of a kind
Fantastically, head over heels habitual
Frequency, ooze from me, for oddness I pined
This middle of the road, uniform fool
An average in math I lack sum of the fun
My highest point is the peak of just typical
If my usual started with "un", not a prefix of none
This run of the mill status is biblical
I'm routinely symmetrical time and again
Burst at the seams in familiarity
A dullery so wild it verges on zen
Like a quietness without any clarity
I've searched the great depths of the known
Looked for an in but found not a trace
For my explicable or scrutable down to the bone
Destined to be dazzlingly commonplace.
Back in the day we had a maypole on May Day
We created May baskets out of doilies and construction paper
I loved adding bits of ribbon, aluminum foil and glitter.
We decorated them like Valentines boxes.
Filled them with tiny candies popcorn and violets.
It was fantastically fabulous, and I loved it!
Why did I have maypoles and May baskets?
Was it because I lived in a small town? Was it because of my mother?
Was it because we knew all of our neighbors back in the day?
There’s nothing finer, in a sense,
Than certain words in present tense.
Words which are incredibly,
Etched on your mind indelibly.
Immaculate, petulant, magnificent, sinew,
Incredulous, superfluous, to name just but a few.
Sacrament, procrastinate, intestate - may seem,
Draconian, Dickensian, obsolete, obscene.
Gratuity, embouchure, gnaw with silent 'g',
Juggernaut, cantankerous, words which I must decree,
Are remarkably, stupendously, fantastically sublime,
And should be used magnanimously, each and every time.
Biblical, whimsical, statistician, brie,
Words which are surprisingly, absolutely free.
Insatiable, perpetuate, onomatopoeia,
Existential, exemplary, words you shouldn’t fear.
Exponential, candid, xylophone or muse,
Malign versus benign - never to confuse.
Reptilian, gazillion, fragility, beguile,
Elucidate, excruciate, go the extra mile.
Psychopath, pedestrian, sesquipedalian,
(That last word I must admit is somewhat alien),
But never doubt, you have some clout, with words that randomly,
Demonstrate, accentuate a sense of liberty.
Turtles drooping can be signs of elitist tantrums on borderline wave cones. Such colours. And often feedback is not fodder so therefore indigestible. Taming a 3foot bullock who is battling to grow horns is often not an easy task. Sometimes content to chew cud and at other times rampaging and knocking over thistle glasses who often look quite shocked. If one resembles an otter can one dive? Flotation is the way of saying get up. And getting up is often fantastically fun terminology that means that the years have created an engagement long overdue. No exact ritual can perform an exact result so play light, put right, and glide on harmonics in air. Or over tables. Onlookers are quite often seasick. Oh how rather remarkable then for therein lies much Flightly kingdoms of rain and wind gods. 190th element and a half turn of a key. Let it not be said that a sausage can not jet ski and a mouse in a tutu cannot balance on a promenade in a wind. Wild wind whipping willows. A 1foot humanoid said pied a puskin skot in a bright patterned blouse. And ba said the eastern maiden. Longitudinal latitudes create attitudes to store in neat ordered patterns. On skylines in sky castle yards and gates are often discovering a new way of laughing. Draping a cotton snood to correct ways. Standing on a 5 centimetre bridge on mountains over 500 feet. Tailoring a suit and fixing a boot with the flem from a laughing hedgehog. Dusk discovered discourse discounted draperies driving drinking derived design divine divided *** canopies *** resistance *** ha ha ha ha *** now attempt to land in orderly ways. *** valour *** ape eel pies ***