Best Formulates Poems
Blowing a kiss to you as
dissipation
gently overtakes
the rain, leaving
the inner works
of thunderstorms.
Inhaling and Exhaling
Intimacy from
Mother Earth.
Among the palm of ones
hand, the diminutive,
pulchritudinous,
and intellectual
Sunflower
waltzes dauntlessly
about the daystar.
A sight,
hence enthralling,
stimulates and
formulates a
meticulous remembrance,
as one blows a kiss to you.
Dedicated to Doreen Wright
THE JESTER
Jester jingles
with madcap medusa-bells,
dressed in melodic-motley uniform.
A sea of foamy frills
frame the famed renaissance storyteller,
a creature feature
of phantasm for frightened children.
His ghost-white face
with comedic war paint.
Highly educated,
acts the fool,
preaching to the pompadour.
Folly finds the frolicking ear
of the entertained king,
even at the news of sinking ships.
The king’s delighted,
as balls lollygag around his throne room,
and pins dance before his eyes.
Mesmerized, hypnotized,
spirals spry and smiling.
Claps his cacophonous hands.
The puppet court amplifies the sound.
The buffoon’s very wise,
buried behind his makeup.
His strings
control the crown.
Royally screws the court
with tasteless remarks
and they bow over in laughter.
In the backroom formulates his investment plan.
Jester jingles,
of drama and lies,
of liberties and surprise.
8/3/2017
Kai Neumann’s Jester Contest
1st Place
The brain is an incredibly efficient computer
Compressing trillions of bytes of information,
Registering every impression we encounter,
Analyzing concepts from formation to causation.
Compressing trillions of bytes of information
In milliseconds without hesitation, unrelentingly,
Analyzing concepts from formation to causation
Remarkably, it even functions unconsciously.
In milliseconds without hesitation, unrelentingly,
It processes the continual intake of our senses
Remarkably, it even functions unconsciously,
Outlining proposals, formulating our defenses.
It processes the continual intake of our senses,
All while regulating our involuntary responses
Outlines our proposals, formulates our defenses
Even evaluating the most complicated nuances.
All while regulating our involuntary responses
Registering every impression we encounter,
Even evaluating the most complicated nuances
The brain is an incredibly efficient computer.
Written May 9, 2022
End of Days
By Edmund Siejka
Pondering the value of life
He formulates a riddle
What is better than God?
Poor people have it
Rich people don’t have it
And if you eat it you will die?
The answer to his riddle is: Nothing.
Looking up
He notices a pale, glowing light
Clouds reverberating with music
Feeling movement
Chest about to explode
He is lifted above the turbulence
Faster and faster he travels
Across a gray pallid sky.
Reciting a prayer
The old words reassure him
He who never prayed before
Peering through a tiny clearing in the clouds
He is struck by the enormity of what lies below
Of what he is leaving behind
He feels himself giving way
His body changing
In shape and size
Feeling a calmness to the very end
Uncertain of what is to come
He now realizes
That his crowded little life
Is coming to an end
And the only thing he can think of
Are the stories his mother
Told him
Stories of how people always triumphed over evil
And the endings were always good.
Turning off the light
She would lean over him
Gently kissing him
On his forehead
As he lay still
Not moving
Not afraid
Sleeping the long sleep
Of an innocent babe.
(Not) Regretting Cake
Never ending restrictions are slave driver’s tools a debatable concept wielding
Onslaughts on conscience asceticism zero sums zero size and perfection
To not trespass the segments of cake the boundaries and frontiers rules and
Regulations to not violate prescriptions norms dogma seems violent in itself
Ethics of ingestion virtue Kantian Imperatives calculus of nutrients refrain but
Greed I am not talking about only challenging that second third piece of cake
Reconstituting its shape form and meaning on my hips on my nourished mind
Eat it and have it I do not propose though I posit another round of consumption
To further the cause of challenging prejudice stereotypes and conformity
The cake forms reforms formulates temperate moderation versus addiction
In ‘massa libum’ veritas and in ‘veni vidi vici’ I transcend over the tyranny of
Never-ending so-called scientific nonsense regarding what my cake intake must
Gauge on the scales of truth and honesty desire tolerance and discomposure
Calibrated shackles prisons torture chambers othering of weighty arguments in
Adverse confusion of liberation freedom unregretted pleasure life as such are
‘Khamsin’-like oppression hot air and antidotes to independence to my pursuit of
Ebullition in words feelings thoughts and propositions and in that second slice of cake
05th August 2016
Do not be afraid of the unknown
As the unknown
Would lead to possibilities
Which formulates
Victory, victory
Settling for less
On what you deserve
Is not an option
It is disrespectful
Settling for love
That is conditional
As you feel the need to be loved
Is laughable
Do not be afraid to explore
As the inner growth
Would manifest itself
Which releases
The chain of clarity
A sweet grain
Softly tasted upon my life
Turned over in my body
To enhance, increase, its longevity
Beginning to dissolve
Wishing it’d stay
Slowly gone
A small taste lingers
Moments pass
The memory of deliciousness escapes
A craving formulates
A need, a want, an essential
This time it’s different
One grain is not enough
A more fulfilling amount is needed
To sate my hunger
An addiction forms
Repeated actions and results
Until the resource disappears
In the end rehabilitation
Relapse shifts life
The bliss outweighs consequences
Its flavor engulfs me
Unable to escape this love
Morning opens her intimate heart to the poet
ever faithful is she
life the road you follow
her eggs of possibility palpably present
waiting only for your deepest feelings to pour out
Now!
climax spurs
new fingers and toes
your woof added to her warp
you wear your role as new parent proudly
earth’s future glows with yet another shimmering child
love the genetics that formulates beauty greater than the sum of parts
All of your children together the progeny of so many stars, she smiles too.
Brian Johnston
April 22, 2015
What's gotten into your path
What results do you show from its aftermath?
What product incites your euphoric state
What draws you to unheralded whims of ecstasy?
What can relate? Or instead what can equate?
What stems the tide of common decency
What quells the accusations of degenerate
What keeps your mind transcendent
What substance renders you unrepentant
What spark you ignite, what makes you inflate
What consciously pumps up your heart-rate?
What stands as your victory, yet seals your fate
What formulates your inconspicuous move
What serves as the template for your audacious groove
What obstructive passion drains obverse desire
What coincidental consequences lay dire?
What drowns you in mire? What burns you like fire?
What's keeping you compatibly senseless and wired?
What gives you a motivational pull to insane,
What's screaming resistance, albeit in vain?
What's your fix?
Oh. My. God.
Harmonious ecstasy and
oxytocin dance through
every cell you've come into
contact with.
Oh. My. God.
I never believed in God
until you had me
moaning prayers into
the sky,
begging for sweet,
sinful salvation. Your
tongue formulates its own
scriptures, and I am weak
in the knees.
Devour every drop of
my innocence, my pleasure.
Speak to me in tongues
until I am worshiping the sky.
Oh. My. God.
To visualize childbirth is like visualizing the oceans of the earth & how it works,
Overnight discoveries generates compassionate memories,
Witnessing childbirth is definitely any mans deniable fantasy,
Considering the experience,
Causing contracting pains making it more tremendous,
As a spectator of… life formulates itself inside causing new hormones &
emotions to collide or arrive,
The labor pains is similar to the pressure from “Ocean Tides,”
How her contractions begin small
Then as current flows it becomes huge & tall,
If the timing is right then the pressure would fall,
Or Drop,
Causing any man heart to stop,
It’s a miracle how life gets presented,
Knowing only God has sent it,
Which could either bring laughter or cries,
Cries because there was many that died,
When the labor pains is as fatal as “Ocean Tides,” that collide
The primordial flash of the absolute
illumines the essence of diverse life forms,
the primal energy of the god particles
drives the destiny of the existent.
The universal elements embedded in each soul
interconnect the nodes of survival,
yet each is a tree in the forest of variety,
each is a flower in the garden of plurality.
The rhythm of continuum manifest in life
intones the cosmic music of love,
binding all by one harmonic string
of singularity harp resonating the prime melody.
Glowing in the glimmer of creator’s candle,
sublime soul recognizes the tenet of unity,
formulates the amalgamating equation of being
in the fold of divine network of integral oneness.
_______________
December 3, 2022
Contest : Journey Without Movement
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
We've known since age five,
And since then, we are our records
You wish to die first, for me to live,
I know you are fragile and afraid,
What next? what next? if I am gone,
Your secret mesmerise formulates,
You said it on, on, and on;
But please forgive me if I die first,
If you read this before I am dead,
Pretend you didn't read it yourself;
And it wasn't for you until the end,
As we never lied to ourselves.
Wash the silent me, with care;
make others wish they were dead,
observed and whisper in my ear,
Your worst innermost dread.
I would have taken your worries,
That place would never be unknown spot,
Thy Land of no return and no mercies,
I would have gotten the shortcut
They would wish they never deceived,
Death, and age, will regret their actions,
Instead of mourning yourself, revived;
And put yourself off emotions
The most dedicated, obedient, one who rings bell,
One mighty who formulates sentient of time shell
By ringing school bell, making us aware, alert and knell.
Vijay, our peon, a smart, vigilant but never did yell
At teachers or students who bugged in room or cartel.
Fair looking Vijay is a joyous lad who got never expel;
Nor did he remain quiet in vespers nine to spread his spell.
Caring, gentle, cherishing, poor but self-efficient in nutshell
Can be told about him in this Monorhyme – describing well?
Drifting through the lounge, floating all the way towards the store. Feelin’
through the old tomes and pristine newer articles. Trying to find a cadaver of
knowledge to feed from. I find myself back amongst friends in the lounge as a
whispering nymph bothers and twitches my shoulder. Gyrating and dancing like
someone at the club she whispers temptations of darkness and grim tales of luck
and love into my auditory nerve complex. The mini universe inside my skull
formulates and thrashes about trying to figure out the riddles left and right,
obtuse and sharp. I dream of better days when all my friends and foes would
gather for love and loss. Now there is a stagnation and little more then
temptation for unreachable more. Frustrated I lie back in my body and pout.