Best Fundament Poems
In the beginning was the word
Before that, no noun, no thing
Then no sound was ever heard
And no passing bell would ring
So therefore no adjective was needed to describe it or deplore it
No preposition required to be positioned right before it
No verb to do something to it or say what act it was pursuing
No need for an adverb to describe how well or badly it was doing
Since not even one noun existed, conjunctions would have been redundant
There were no things to act on and to move across the face of the fundament
So the first word there had to be - was BE, and that was the very first in existence
And from Genesis and Eden to Elsinore, it has had a remarkable degree of persistence
Now, in the Oxford English Dictionary which is venerable institution
There are 171476 full entries of words (2nd edition) all capable of elocution
Of these, about one seventh are verbs, therefore there must be around 24497 give or take, to enumerate all action
And that should be enough for even the most garrulous to get some satisfaction
This is a limited calculation and I wouldn't want to be tied down to it
We can be more free in our estimates so while we are about it, we might as well do it
It seems that once BE had been exercised, the dam broke and words poured out as from a cornucopia.
And verbs would soon exist in an abundance enough to carry you from here to Ethiopia
Except in the culture of youth where it appears this multitude has been reduced to the deplorable "was like"
To them I am tempted to say: "Learn some real verbs"; OR I would employ a phrasal such as
'On-your-bike!'
The possibilities are now endless particularly if you include the phrasal
Giving us enough elan vital to at least maintain a metabolism basal
So to whoever first said BE, whether God or someone with similar propensities
though another name or description:
I say Well done! I couldn't in my wildest dreams with a wish to create a rich life and culture,
have produced a better prescription
F = phi, flow
Flow from me to you, and you to me
The fundament of what love must be
Through the sacred conduit we build
Hearts brought near, desire fulfilled
It assumes our fluid love’s laminarity
As turbulence creates uncertainty.
? = eta, viscosity
When situations get thick and sticky,
It will get proportionally tricky
To keep the conversation going
And keep the vitality flowing
|?P| = the absolute pressure difference
If we are both pushing, the conduit
Cannot not let much go through it
And to win the pushing match ensures a lack--
what little goes in will not come back.
And if I overpressure you on any day
Chances are you will be blown away.
But when we freely give and receive
A questioning heart begins to believe!
L = Length
The longer the heart has to stretch
So proportionally harder it must push
Although distance is a function of the mind
Always close to me, you I can find.
8, p = constants
To be each other’s constants in life
A shield from the external strife
And to “eight” some “pie,” I do assert
Our life is better with this just dessert!
No, true lovers would not deny,
Happier is the couple who 8 more pi!
4
R = the fourth power of Radius
The width of the connection, you see
By far the most important for you and me.
For if our connection grows twice as wide,
Sixteen times the love will flow inside.
But if the channel closes down by half to you
Barely six percent of the love can squeak through
And so we’ve seen this equation through
A ratio so clearly not irrational to you
A practical eye for fluid dynamics
Will add to our loving flow mechanics!
3/8/16
To my sweetie, and anyone else who loves a nerd.
Overall winner of the "Equations" contest.
My Love is like a cherished gift I covet in my room;
My Love is like a budding shoot forever caught in bloom;
My Love is like a melody I captured whilst in dream;
Of a lilting sensuality of a pleasure quite serene.
The passion of my Love can sear and yet can also heal;
There is no bar can measure how intense my Love can feel;
My Love warms me in winter's chill but cools my irate state;
With calming words of meaning my Love knows what soothes my aches.
I have seen my Love shed tears of pain as passions overrun;
I have seen a sorrow in my Love from hurts that I have done;
And yet I felt forgiveness from my Love that is so deep;
Absolving me from my past wrongs and setting me then free.
My Love lives that which teachings say as goodly souls we should;
Engender in each other and instill within our youths.
My Love is solid fundament of realism pure;
Not concepts or imaginings of damsels in knight's lore;
And yet the magic that my Love displays for me each day;
Would put to shame all fantasy in children's fairy tales.
by Michaelw1two
inspired by word works of Void Opus
all for you, superannuated, desiccated erudition,
this propagation scribed, this apotheosis odium;
under eructate flames, under the epitome of,
euphonious, promulgated magniloquent inception;
of the Maker’s exuberant false belief, in each of you,
this written punctilious event, come full circle;
rising to the very cusp, from titubate cathedra,
wherein the last of pure worshipers, in chants;
celebrate the edification cleared, to your last days,
by those, with their own amphigouris conjunct;
this of your quintessence, to show tutelar beings,
nothing, but exemplification of pride and dominance;
arise, you opprobrious center jestee, then look up,
to the center of infinite, lonesome screams;
this day’s iniquity is all you will fight for;
these last importunes, are all for you, one last time,
histrionically, making way, to move forward;
to the vertiginousness, of sand, sweat and ground,
denunciatory yells and screams, are all for you;
bow your head lower and cross this palisade,
to the center, until you hear a rise of yells;
the pitch perfect roar, cannot stop the gods,
until you are circled, in yourself, by all of us;
this last chance, for you to soutenu forward,
until you ululate for the dust from the dead;
this all for you, your torrid tomentum, this tined fork,
made to transfix all that has become perpetually you;
accompanied incessantly by these sanguinary tridents,
all for you, aimed at you, the fountainhead raising;
these enduring entry points, standing at your fundament,
in themselves, distinct in that you be one all for you;
one more is all, one more to extirpate, for this is all,
this wright’s sword your will needs, even if this ends;
all from you, the all for you, is all you will ever need,
are you ready for the all of these acuminate moira?
May 2013
Excited bustle
What we were missing returns
Unexploded clan
Heart’s origins, simple times
Uncomplicated soul bonds
Cresting apogee
Highest point of our proud arcs
Yet farthest away
From yore’s endless sun-drenched days
When life besotted senses
Half our lives behind
Yet still yearn to reconnect
Fertile fundament
Simplest sense of our place
Roots gulp moisture from first soil
Time’s stern visage clear
Eternal shared history
Now awake within
As if only yesterday
Not ten thousand days ago
5/23/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
.
Locked
Yes locked
her tumescent
to mine
I felt her rapid breathe
As
Mine dukes latched to her fundament
pulling her vibrate
'gainst mine wild
Ourn torsos locked
Her bulging eyne
brimming with love's wet
whilst mine
reaches hern depth
Ourn bodies yaw
loving each's sweat
Ourn maws exclamating
Vehemently
"yesss"
As mine lurch retreats
Ourn together watches
as the ebb from hern
glisters
Wind blows through willow tree
Willows boughs have certain majesty
Deep amber color is the willow tree
And that color is why it is tree of destiny
Many moons ago after Earth started to spin around sun
The life on this strange planet has began
Strange because this right distance from the sun
Made changes that lead to human beings their reign one day began
And they asked questions about the sun
They went deep into time when life on their planet began
They began to wonder what will happen when they are gone
And whether there is life on different planet circling similar sun
They found out life has a cause
That DNA made everything in a being from brain to claws
But there is one clause
Ultimately we don’t know life’s meaning and its underlining cause
Was there life before universe began?
Did different Earth spin around different sun?
Magnified cells go deep into soul of life which is amber like willow or sun
But to know what is behind façade of DNA is to know what by God was done
The life itself has no fundament
Yet we strive to find the fundament
As we look at sad but majestic willow we wonder what it all would have meant
But one day when we pierce to essence of the soul of abyss we will be content
Go on
tell them
tell them how
your democratic masturbation
searching for solutions
has failed in calculation again
now people with eyes made of glass
are bringing war to us
war has no heroes, only victims
and people who forgot they are
formula is clear
we invaded their way of life
now they are attacking ours
an eye for an eye
until we all became blind
lightless
go on
run
shout your lungs out
when you use weapons
to maintain peace
bloodbath is inevitable
or this is what your real intent was,
is
to baptise us anew
launder in our own blood
on which book
are you evaluating valuable ones now
while you're designing
a brand new world
holding blameless victims
as hostages of your fundament
none soil
in blood built
remain peaceful sleep
are you sleeping well
knowing you set
Abraham's children confrontation
as two David's fight
while Goliath is watching from the audience
are you sleeping well being aware
you left no one
to keep that thumb up
when we all appear
lightless
.
the bard
Vaunted
‘bout the snap
uv her torso’s
hip's
cambered
shape
her
fixed fundament
Spoke
okay okay...
* "fixed">firm
* "fundament"> buttocks
;) ...you ass'd...i meant asked...yes i did
devour her crust I must
greedily feasting the
roundish skin and ochred
pumpkin muscle within
since barely I could toddle,
away from baby's bottle
I've relished her delicious
full fall-moon feast
at least calming my distraction
flaking away stress and dismay
to pointed surfeit I'd bet
that entirety would be
my inevitable terminus
replete upon languished
fundament so heaven-bent
to drowse and dream yet
more pumpkin pie it'd seem
© Goode Guy 2013-11-29
(after just polishing off the leftovers)
images are slow to fade, where did they go? why were they here?
pensive pen and ink, a gentle man of measure
pipe-smoke wafting cool blue persevering pleasure
cartoon humour designed with careful modest pride
arm-in-arm soothing his war-time petulant bride
oft-wiped canvas, woodland, moody misty scene
roaming through pale paintings where her lost man has been
merging ever always their special being; are they still near?
old parental faces time-spun and woven under my skin
memories upon memories, changing I, changing me
stories upon stories pile up, changing they, changing we
falsehood flailing, transition, turbulent knowing
transcendence, my mind, your mind, all minds are growing
we are mid-paced sampled brethren, thinking anew
significance in what we say and what we do
personalities on kindred journeys beyond kith and kin
kick string-strung corporeal cans down the celestial street
where the multi-dimensional membranes quiver
where energy swims across the quantum river
where slow light-speed traverses the nebula face
where superpositions collapse with certain grace
where fine bits of information feedback feeling
where negentropy out-runs chaotic dealing
pick soulful sounding song, counter-rhythmic orchestral beat
sprung from the fundament, nothing always trumped by something
prime numbers inflate unfolding untold troubles
universal endurance, containment bubbles
pushing, pulling fields, filaments of flexing shape
veils warp and wrap around a wily cosmo-scape
intelligent infant guises, gaining in-sight
impressions crossing chasms to inform the night
lives on holographic film, many melodies to sing
I hear them now, voices blending the chords of man and wife
I feel their presence, though they are forever changed
I know they are transformed, molecules rearranged
I share their warm substance, two people that mattered
I care for their essence, they will not be scattered
I record them in words, the library of thoughts
I sense they are near and far, few and many noughts
I am listening out for them on the other side of life
Chubby like a new born,
Crowned with lustrous black tresses,
Dark eyes laced with long lush lashes,
Full succulent lips that defies the science of make-up.
Her soft ebony skin, deeply oiled, tinkles in the Sun,
Well sculpted bosom rising and falling seductively,
With every step she exudes grace,
Giant graceful strides like a lioness.
The adamantine rigidity of life couldn’t hold her,
She is a ruler of her world,
With boundless, immeasurable, unlimited, and infinite heart,
Her soft words, heart and confidence are enviable.
Rounded fundament sways to her rhythmic strides,
Colourful jigida adorns her narrow waist,
Flexible waistline accentuating an arc hips,
Moulding into legs bold, strong and daring.
The figure eight of Africa,
She is intelligent, smart and brave,
She is bold, daring and suave,
She is gentle like a dove.
She is the African woman,
The most acceptable definition of beauty.
Call her Hafsat Mustapha.
.
whilst thuh camber'z uv
her fundament
met thuh creek's
pebblez
out mine pen and slip
express'n mine
bold
appear'd
proclaim'n rights
to
thuh gift wrap'd
'neath
her daizy dukes
'though
mine babble 'pon slip
were
for thuh entire
packette
When my heart returns in the seclusion,
I told him to give me ten years,
In that time, he must see only me
Taste only me, make love to only me
Reflected only in my space.
Like an enchanted mirror or hope,
Our souls will continue to ask
For our morning blessing/
Happy or sad, our morning salutations/
There is nothing more appealing
Then seeing him in his white attires
a baseball cap, it captures the youth of innocent,
Is the fundament of falling in love,
After being in seclusion, it's also terrifying,
A roller coaster of emotion,
a mere Smily hideous gestures/
I can see no wrong now,
I can see no flaws,
I see only what my heart wants me to see
Him! those eyes, those high cheek bones,
While I allowed our souls make love,
Under the warm of the sun,
And the cold from the north,
Entwining into each other’s arms
Who will bless this union?
Who will be there for us,
When it all fade like leaf
*All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away.*
Let me love you for now,
Let me smile, while you smile,
Let me , let me, let me..
.
for my
convenance
leopard
fundament wink's
skirt
tuh die for
'blue'
strapless bikini top
(((pop)))
pardon mine
verbosity
yet
she wait'd
at thuh basin uv
hern hang
sea's edge
for
mine
excite
tap