Best Frameworks Poems
So easily my brain ceases to be
Lacked in comfort how hectic it could be
Brain cells wrapped around membranes like tree stems
Within the frameworks of the Universe
Brain cells have more mass than stars that compass
So easily my brain ceases to be
Dendrites form the shadows of tree branches
Visually compelling to the eye-minded
Brain cells wrapped around membranes like tree stems
Does this brainstorm begin and have an end?
Twirling and swirling can’t we comprehend?
So easily my brain ceases to be
Medicines that we can’t apprehend
Enabling the brainstorm that never ends
Brain cells wrapped around membranes like tree stems
Mystery enshrouds our Brain’s functions
Those pills blunt and fill those with apathy
So easily my brain ceases to be
Brain cells wrapped around membranes like tree stems
Categories:
frameworks, anxiety, conflict, confusion, crazy,
Form:
Villanelle
I am who I am
Were you to ask where I’m from my past my tale my next of kin
the answer lies in who tells my narrative my twist what kind of spin
My autobiography is quickly shown in who I am will be in time
past present future blend in context and contingency overt and sublime
No doubt the product of genes and socialisation is rather pertinent
thus mixing and mingling draws frameworks but is also quite reticent
German ancestry Lower Saxon and East Prussian born after the War
struggling with Genocide Holocaust trans-generational down to my core
Grew up in Hamburg somewhat lonely understood by not many but few
too young in my school year a class clown a rebel a critic because I knew
Teachers could not reject or downgrade me since I got full marks in exams
so I carved out my niche opposed authority of Messieurs and Mesdames
A late child of the Student Revolution an exchange to California ensued
where hot love struck me like balm on my wounds with Gigi from Peru
After graduation I rejected being supported by my father and joined the Army
to gain independence yet the method to gain freedom now seems very barmy
Could not leave the Forces despite pretty vigorous conscientious objection
did my best to help others as a medical doctor in humanistic inception
My duties brought me to Wales by the Irish Sea with five children and marriage
country medic and farm house guiding my kids and then nuptial miscarriage
Depression struck no light at the end of the tunnel just darkness and void
too much drink downcast in my mental wheel chair and almost destroyed
Went to rehab in South Africa for treatment where God-incidence came
where I met my wife best friend lover soulmate who had suffered the same
Now I sit in the sun in South Africa stopped medicine write story and poem
reinvent my life some inner child stuff self-actualisation and certainly growing
New awareness novel perspectives pacifism philosophy and many questions
but the knowledge that kindness love and compassion are more than suggestions
My most intimate companion apart from my gorgeous wife is depression
both showed me my path journey and meaning my own life’s repossession
So few words about where I come from who I am will become and will be
so if you wish to explore more of my roots and my future please read my poetry
Categories:
frameworks, life,
Form:
Verse
Ooh a triangular prism made out of eighteen purple sashed curtains. Wow. Movement. Vortex of a synopsis and a synchronised swirling pattern. When a pea jumps into a swimming pool and performs the backflip it is time for the potatoes to go proportionate. For portions are neither potions nor postures. And a pas a doublet is a particle of an easy iron. Jump then. Off and go. It is interesting to note that the sailing of a peel from a left over carrot can travel vast cubic measurements especially in sand storms. Storks staking stalks. And a wide angled visionary swamp singing in the woods. No do not stamp on a leaf from a mushroom or a rhododendron would chase you out of the clearing. And a pretty and capable doe bakes a nice tree sap cake for the herd. Who gather in a very large circle. Not a rectangle. Ok then. It is wiser to accept the pacifying notions from one single fish rather than a shoal. And coals are never the same twice if placed in a radioactive formation near a fireplace. Versions of the tunes created can be heard on the world wide open airwaves. And a singular plural can loop with an antonym at a stellular ball in linkage with the paragraphs. Shrink no ball of paper nor papyrus into a pot. And leap twenty-five times over a dish to create a heartwarming broth. Of stems. Of leaves. Of berries. Belly bouncing bustiers bring booming boogieing breaths. And a waltz with a fish is best performed in a yogurt container measuring exactly forty-two and a half centimetres. One two three tick tock. But no rock. One two three four. And here is a shore. Arriving to speak if truth and wisdom from across watery expanses. Seek no hill in a cave then. Hahahaha funny flimsy frameworks frolicking. Hahaha branches beaked beaming. Hahahaha and now eat 90 eggs, 10 toasts, and a slice of lentil. Yum. Fantastic. Wow. Xxxxx dragline drainage droppings. Xx,x, dele rational beings ***,, choo Choi xxxxx and a code cackling. Xxxxx beastiology q. P y q z.
Categories:
frameworks, autumn,
Form:
Language is a
trumpeting vine,
Blooms in every shape,
size and color
Tendrils of words grow
every which way,
here, there,
hither
& yon,
insinuating themselves,
curling lovingly,
inexorably,
into, around
the vertical and horizontal,
diagonal
pillars and frameworks
of each diverse community
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Language
is a slow, lazy ocean
whose tides lick
the verbal shores
offering new sand & water
while re-absorbing and changing
the old
It flows out,
ebbs in,
a living, breathing,
constant motion
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Language is essential,
is vital and ageless –
a kaleidoscope mosaic
always perennial,
always new
Without language,
what would you or I do?
Without language…...................
Categories:
frameworks, history, introspection, on writing
Form:
Free verse
A fried chicken burp can be akin to gargling a pear juice by a slip stream. But do not slip. Or wave with both hands whilst drinking. Dangerous deadly dares derive during demonic demonstrations. And the interjecting spittle from a giant llama. Towering over trees. With the neck stuck in clouds. Very great to watch formation of sky from that angled position. And quite likely to witness unidentified flying crafts. Well so says sloth in the high branches. Great. Fantastical frameworks framing frilly frogs. In ball rooms. Globally. Grin then. Pleasurable synchronization of parade of a wealthier under suit. And wobbling along came the strawberry moose dressed in a tall glass with a creamed cherry hat. Chats away to the dipping spoon. With a triangular shaped mouth. Hahaha derived dog detail. Hahaha wavelength wobbling wonder. Hahaha geranium garden growing growling gates. Hate not a hidden haven. Xxxx hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliaophobi a and that's the latest from the p y q at 89.900000.
Categories:
frameworks, art, assonance, betrayal,
Form:
ABC
When I'm pining for the power to yield
Breaking all the branches I seize
Acres for the taking in a forest of mistakes
I can't see for the trees
I level
With the shallow playing field
Dreaming up a blueprint to floor you
Delicately drafting
Inconspicuously crafting
The grand facade before you
Where my art lies
The best is underwhelming
When it comes to helping
How I promised I woul...
So I'm peeking past the pitch of my prime
Modeling the modern stage
Perforating patience with a paradox
In place of where the sophist meets the sage
I level
With the hallowed bottom line
Hopeful like the point of a nail
Architecture fractures
In apocalyptic rapture
Where false frameworks prevail
There my heart lies
The beat is overwhelming
When it comes to helping
How I swore I could
I guess I'm knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood
Excess
Will not lead to progress
Will not let me access
What I learned I should
Rid me of
Termites
Crawling into airtight
Trademarks of my disguise
Make me decide I'm good
When I'm just knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood
© Michal Czechak 2016
Categories:
frameworks, art, work,
Form:
Verse
What would you expect to accomplish here?
In this house these people are incapable of feeling.
Indulging in eternity inside their frozen frameworks.
They began to grow suspicious as our mouths burn like acid with
Every word we wish we could utter.
If the tape were gone, who would believe this unspoken chaos?
The answer settles on the back of my tongue as
Your pulling at the skirt of serenity.
You'll touch me with your thoughts and never with your hands.
I could breathe a thousand seas for this and this alone.
In a dreaming state,
Our mouths burn with something other than confinement.
In a dreaming state,
We sit and watch the waning moon.
In a dreaming state,
Our thoughts will escalate to any
Action of our own five senses.
But in this bitter sea,
We'll spend our days plummeting down these aimless rabbit holes
With the freedom of choice in a predetermined world.
Categories:
frameworks, angst, lost love, love,
Form:
Free verse
Break apart all those facile screens
Organized overdrawing of institutional bleeding
Walks through maps and tourism
Pushing hour glasses beyond comprehension
At the ground level, animals are recurring
Human bounty participates at the nexus
As species consolidate their voices
Power and choice conglomerate each family network
Brother in arms bent apart
Relegates to the past where futures amass
The tiny behavioral netting with wet tongues crawling
Putative changes through into city potluck
Categories:
frameworks, dedication, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
The Cinematic Film Treatment as a stand alone element
in the aesthetic revolution we are now not witnessing
Unforgotten Lacerations
A pataphysical circus of visual elements, possibly comprehensible depending upon one's ideological orientation or level of pre-programmed self-inhibition, as a product of The Secret Alliance of Manipulators who are able to make time seem to sputter and stall, which renders entire historic eras readable as non-immersive abstractions accessible to self-evolved synthetico-interpretive frameworks which, strangely enough, can be scenario-independent, yet anti-universalist, if perceived from behind protective eye wear (and hand wear) when transnavigating the immense rainbow-hued gulf between pleasant surroundings and a 3rd World prison cell in a forgotten jungle at the mouth of the River of Despair where zebras eat unicorns for breakfast, and blend in so much better to boot in a time where protective foliage is the name of the game and infiltration a fine art enamored of free spirits capable of moving from demographic to demographic while in the pay of no orthodoxy, no tradition, no taboo circus, no constricting corsets of approval, no appetite or appetite suppressant, no failure to observe and snicker at the many ironies the 3rd dimension presents us, no reluctance to laugh at the great archive of human failure and triumph so evident upon the pixels of Imagos no refusal to laugh in the face of presumption or habit or imitation or indecision or equivocation about the acceptance of new data, period.
Categories:
frameworks, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Yo poets, preachers, and prophets,
Here this game, cause there are two prophets,
That inspire me, to keep raging against machines of injustice,
One white, one black, one academic, the other spits music,
Two preachers, two prophets of corporate imagination,
Wyclef Jean, takin’ grunge gurus, hindu songbirds, Christian taggas, and
muslim daggas,
Ragin’ war on hatred, one world, one groove, soothin’ with psalms, I mean
balms of righteous guidance,
And then there’s timothy, like biblical prophecy, he’s a young monster of
academic precision,
And on the side, he writes rhymes in secret,
And though kind of agnostic, he walks with God, cause he trusts the universe,
To help him write poems and papers,
But yo, suffering found him, in the boat, he hit the storm,
Dark forms of stress, they came to test him,
But he never lost faith, like job, he drove to daydreams of new beginnings,
Cause yo, tenure don’t define us, and neither does ASQ,
We few, who see more, can take business to new levels,
Through honest inquiry, regarding questions of justice, yo hear me bust this,
He is unstoppable, and if he simply holds on,
Like Wyclef Jean and the fugees, like Carnival Volume II,
He’ll create a symphony, that defines a hold new way of seeing,
Yo I’m seathing, believin’ in his power,
This young timothy, let no one despise his youth,
He spits truth,
And soon, he’ll hit breakthrough,
Publishin’ books, papers, and straight new frameworks,
He’ll show us how the game works,
Cause though perhaps agnostic, my God is with him, like Yoda and skywalker,
He’s gonna convert vada, through the wisdom of the Savior,
Yo avatars, coming up and going down, I’m glad I found a scholar,
Who’s got the groove, to loose his mind to find God’s rhythmic answers,
To cancers of the soul and body too,
Yo hold on, cause two poets, one black, one white,
About to take flight, and that’s real!
Categories:
frameworks, black african american, universe,
Form:
Ballad
Well theological mists and virtues are neither vermin nor trees on a landscape. But shutting ones door in a euthanasia style erosion is a correspondence and correlation with ones inner worlds. When ejecting from a small plane please adhere to the safety regulations. And regularly inspect harnesses to insure an even footed landing. Especially on a hymn sheet or a gymnasium. Supper time is a superb time for releasing previous gravitational thoughts. Pulling purely playing patio polo. And a whirl from a lemonade in a glass. Grinning. Grinding. Marvellous isnt it? And do make a bread with an inserted diamond. And a cake with an amethyst. Great. Wow. Interesting isn't it? Really long trek through a mountain of sentences is a journey indeed. Good. And goodbye. Hahaha electric eel evenly distributed. Haha form from frameworks frolicking xxxxx compatibility z z z p y q Z.......now sleep. X
Categories:
frameworks, animal,
Form:
When and if a dribble quaver bears an octave and stands on a score one must elevate sound to ninety-eight beats a second for to succumb to a moderate tempo is to work oneself into a crescendo. Wow. Work of art then. Tinkling interludes and a big bass drum. Pointing and pouting at musicians with a seventeen acre stick in the air does not create a vastness. It merely creates a pantomimed action. And seven hectares means an acorn shaped accordion so don't wear a piano pin to a rehearsal. Trample not a trombone. And behave appropriately at a waving weaving web of musical performances. Ding lang a loo loo then. Wow. Fantastic froggy frees frameworks. And a misted multiplication in a single key. Laughing. Hahahahahahahahaha and now spin around. Soup style. Interesting isn't it. But an octagonal orifice of an octave is an operatic theatrical octopus. Dig no shrine under a melodramatic bus then. And fashion is not a fable nor a fragmentation. Xxxxx piñatas pinning picturesque piccolos' xxxxx harmonisation Z with a double bond of C.
Categories:
frameworks, best friend,
Form:
Christians, fundamentalist and evangelical,
Have their own music, which is loud and clear,
But although it’s repeated monotonously every week,
It always excites them so, when they draw near.
Their music stimulates them unfailingly,
I mean, the preaching concepts and doctrine;
They even embrace and trophy dogma as helpful,
To it they are faithful, absolutely fine.
I used to think that strange and unacceptable,
To admit to a dogmatic conceptual model,
And now I consider it extremely weird,
To normal standardised frameworks toggle.
It’s unhealthy to resign the many to hell,
To want to gel with a king who's dead,
To only ever have one conversation aim,
And to desire a book you've already read.
For every such Christian I meet and interact with,
I just remember that they listen to their own music,
And even though they may each be hearing it themselves,
I'm sure that for such twaddle there’s a linguistic.
30/9/2015
Categories:
frameworks, philosophy, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
Balloons can be rolled like balls in halls. But only halls that measure over sixty feet in diameter would ever please a pamplemoose. Pample mooses are appetisers in buffets so they must all run and hide in the cave now. And they can take that great big cow with them. All she does is moo moo moo anyway. Nonsensical nothing. Murmured. With gestures. Practised gestures. And facial movements rehearsed in field fickle frameworks. And frameworks are neither fracking nor fictitious in origin so go pollute the water then drink drink drink. Nice to dunk biscuits into an array if chemicals. Pleasant. Pheasant says so then collapses. No ha no x and no z now. Economically.
Categories:
frameworks, allusion, beautiful, beauty, betrayal,
Form:
A meathead is definitely not an ostracised ostrich, a warbling wavering walrus, a small but vintage vibrant beetroot who claps in time, a mascot at a match, a backwards facing grinning umbrella in bright sunlight, an automatic dimmer switch winking, nor is it a tattoo of a cartoon place-mat. Basements cook eels. Slip slide slip slide smile nothing now noted north nautical nonetheless nonsensical note. Been beer beans. Wow in a jar of a car. *** Hahaha presenting a show are we? Fictitious fictional frameworks falling. Hahahha off a cliff are the best sunsets. Xxxxx dilatational diluted dripping dramas draw.
"oooo Ng hai saja hai"
Epilogue
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Categories:
frameworks, birthday,
Form: