Best Furthest Poems
Dressing the ancient stars amid their anthem weddings attire....
The universe anxiously anticipating these adorned galaxies of, anew ~
Bookplate bridesmaids, with such glittering eyes and broadening smiles
Quickly making their jubilant ways down, the amendable aisles
With a world beholding as, the best of man....
Hearkening hearts rejoicing so, very deeply inside; paradise
Standing at the altar aside, the most beautiful of glorious grooms ~
Wearing heavens luminous harvest moon colours; commencing halos
Visages, as a sparkling fireworks display afore the joys of an innocent, awestruck child....
Immaculate and pristine; these most mesmerizing of scenes
Cygnus, gathered here to unite this day, paladin unto the morn ~
Extenuatings pragmatic veil; crimsons silkened tides now torn
From, the final pages of such history and lore; a candid, jewel leavened door....
Prismatics band; lifting these velvet promises of an everlasting rainbows, I do ~
Sidereals notes of well-nigh chime; sweet music across the blue made skies
Church bells, reaching unto the furthest realms this, celebrations invitation
Come one come all; come as you were come as you are; the brightest star
Making their way through the constellations; jubilee, and all of creation ~
Coterie, disembarking at the depot from a waking moment; neverendings, final destination!?
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...."The Wedding, at Dreamendon" ~
Note: Smile ~ "Merry Christmas Everyone; May It Be 'Beautiful & Bright; Love,'" John!:) ~
I sketch musky infernos with kohl ink
when dead wings of flurry moon lace my
copper blue lashes and ripples
of faith crash furthest seashores,
Draping stelliform-soul
in strokes of starlight
which drizzle as
lemon drops
upon
pink
sheet-
canvas,
So when red
letters twirl like
blood stained cranberries,
rose-gold amulets will
always save the salted flesh
of sun and wildflowers shall shine
as magenta peony-bows in
maroon hair-strings, forever breathing dreams.
Our friends invited us to their farm,
And were introduced to Tony
Their pony, who had delectable charm,
On his forehead was a star,
Which I noticed from afar,
He had already spotted spotted me,
From way beyond the cedar tree.
He stole my heart,
Right from the start,
He seemed incredibly tame,
Wanting to play a game,
I was advised not to touch
Him too much,
Lest he bite
And give me a fright,
But sure, it was furthest from his mind,
For he looked adorable and so kind.
He gently nuzzled into my hand,
As his hooves kicked
And sprayed up sand,
He was such a soothing sight,
Was sure I'd dream of him tonight.
Was also advised not to give him food,
But could see he was eying my apple,
And in the mood,
For a tasty munch,
I gave it to him, and he finished
It with a loud crunch.
Sunday arrived, it was time to leave,
Tony ever so slightly, tugged
At my cardigan sleeve,
We fondly looked at one another,
Though we had never known each other.
Tony, I said, whilst stroking his nose,
He stood beside me ever so close,
I hear you are soon to be a dad,
You must feel very proud and glad,
I'm sure you and your lady
Will adore your baby foal
Who will steal your heart,
As you did mine from the start.
I fall
From the highest mountain peak
From a skyscraper taller than eyes could see
From a star so high it must be a galaxy furthest from me, I fall
Skydiving, eyes closed and dreaming
Free falling into the moment before me
Faith in whats meant to be, will be
I let be
Letting go, falling still I see
A life fulfilled
Vibrant in beauty, compassion and love
Delivered straight from endless skies above
The journey never ends, yet I smile
Knowing....
Whats meant to be, will be
Ragged thoughts marching like stoned centipedes.
To the slag heap of the lost.
Intertwined with eternity's brine.
Waiting to reunite with meaning.
A lightning strike- mind o fire.
Insomnia rapes the dream.
Splay the centipedes across the page.
Like autumn leaves o'er vampire graves
or twitching feet in a gyrus maze.
The destiny of brilliant beams
is the outback of the furthest ... reach...
Sadistic magicians pulling diamonds
back into centipedes.
THE SPACES BETWEEN
I am here and you are there
Close in affection love and care
We coexist in a larger sphere
But I'm not there and you're not here
Here I am and there thou art
We come together then we part
Separation means no less serene
The parting makes a space between
No man is an island the poet said
So must we be continentally wed?
Merged, united as one world nation
No free-willed self determination
This does not deny our essential coaction
Nor say we live without attraction
But each isle is distinct, individual, though
We exist as in archipelago
As with notes in a beautiful symphony
No matter in what fine harmony
The composer's key melody supreme
Depends on the spaces that intervene
That passing bell may not toll for me
Yet I’d mourn the loss of thee, she or he
You see though we're not an amalgamation
We have the great gift: of communication
Across all known spaces waves are flowing
Linking furthest points of a universe growing
We detect photons from distant galaxy
Can we not treat in closer proximity
So with hugs and Omm and kumbaya
You may lose yourself in nirvana
Praise oneness if you must by all mean
I'll bless the spaces in between
6/12/20
What time is it? It's time to get some money
Think harder, Stop being a dummy
Beating a dead horse, only the first time it was funny
With me, don't try to get all chummy
At one point, my life was crummy
Now, I'm turning it around, working on recovery
Whether cloudy, snowy, windy or sunny
Feeling like I got more animals than human buddies
My cup is always muddy
I don't like my eggs too runny
I'm into you girl, you're sweeter than honey
Is it all going to end slowly or abruptly?
For many, certain subjects are touchy
To put it bluntly
I desire a woman that will love me
But how can I, if I'm a weed and alcohol junkie
At times I've been fortunate or unlucky
In a world, that can be beautiful yet also ugly
I'm lonely, I'd like some company
Too bad, I really thought she was the one for me
Feeling strangely different, suddenly
In the end, I aim to come out triumphantly
I refuse to live a life of redundancy
People just love to rant
And leave their stamp
I get relief from a plant
To make up for all the love I lack
The end result, could be lungs that are black
I consider myself a decent chap
Unlike all these other cats
Many of which are whack
Individuals still talking crap
Just about everything they say is cap
In a place so vast
This life moves fast
Far too long, I felt like an outcast
And was downcast
Now I plan to outlast
Resources were scant
On terrain at a slant
My clothes and shoes got damp
So I set up camp
Before I'd need a lamp
I weathered storms like a champ
Never thought that " I can't"
Eventually packed up and headed back
With the help of a map
It was a wrap
Folks often vent
About how things went
Whether it turned out good or took a left
All these presidents
Continually spent
You'd think it was for some event
Maybe if I really meant
To put forth one hundred percent
I'd reach the furthest extent
As things augment
And orient
Which is the overall intent
By: Dalton Ogletree
The undebatable policy
I put above any pride
Is I would rather be hated for honesty
Than be loved for my lies
'Cause see, to me in these matters
It is the sanctity of battle that matters
More than my love for the prize
I wouldn't call it a code of honor
It's just a part of the code I honor
And I'll admit my loyalties tilt
I'm one of the furthest there is from perfect
That's my admission of guilt
So you can judge me to any verdict
But just like a story isn't the same if you've only heard it
And you can't teach a lesson until you've learned it
Just like creating the wheel doesn't make it real
Until you've learned how to turn it
My words were only a sentence
Until I finally served it
Got busted putting trust in the undeserving
Put in the cuffs by the bluffs of vermin
Sent to rot on the bottom without a hope of returning
But instead of losing all hope and just burning
I went deeper and touched down,
Went for and got me that conversion
And now I'm back on the attack
At the epitome of determined.
You’ve got galaxy blood running through your veins. You’re my metaphor, you are my past, present, and future. You are everything beautiful, you are a wind that urges a cloud past a star. You dissolved my cloud, you revealed a galaxy behind my eyes. You make up every jagged, misfit edge in my heart. You complete me entirely as the sun gives the moon light to shine on their own. You’ve got galaxy blood running through your veins, darling, and there is no way anyone could possibly dim the bright, black space within you. You encompass everything I want to be. You are strength. You are brilliance. You are holding me to your chest when I am the furthest from lovable I’ve ever been. You are my hand to hold when I am reaching out to Death himself. You match the thunder of your heart to the pathetic tap mine makes against my ribs. You take over when I burn out. You breathe life into me with your words
and your smile, oh your smile, Abigayle Faith, is the most breath-taking thing I’ve ever had the pleasure to witness. They say a smile can brighten a room but yours darling, your smile has the power to brighten the cavern in my soul. Your smile illuminates the pit of black nothing I have a bad habit of falling into. Your smile brings me to tears, knowing you are happy. You are never happy. You are radiating with life always.
So thank you for writing for me and about me. I may not be good with understanding your sarcasm and I sure suck at paying you back for all the money I’ve borrowed but hell, this is the best I can do. I love you to the very edges of your existence. I love you down to the very depths where no one but you has traveled to with trepidation. I love the thoughts in your head and the words in your mouth.
Thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you for loving me to the very bitter end. Thank you for rain soaked Converse and every pleading gaze and every squeeze of your hand and those words you burned into my wrists: “You Can Make It.” Thank you for your galaxy blood. Thank you for making me a part of your glow. Thank you for lighting my Candle once more.
In England’s pleasant pastures amid the free wild flowers
Lie pagan ways the wise ones do not mock
And one adept at harnessing these ancient rural powers
Was Oggwool Fleece, the black sheep of the flock
Oggwool was old, much older than the old oak it was said
Beneath whose boughs the dark sheep’s plans are sealed
‘Twas said the sheep had come back from the other side of dead
With the darkness in that corner of the field.
The farm hands better knew to venture in the oak’s strange shade
Or to the long grass that the darkness gripped
Where Oggwool lurked amid the spells and potions he had made
A sheep unshorn and magically undipped.
Not limited by four hooves in working his deft skill
Unhindered in ambitious sheepish plans
Harnessing the dark elves to do his dark sheep will
Dexterously with little dark elf hands.
From that darkened corner of that English country field
His influence extends itself outside
His arcane woolly web through which his mystic powers wield
Reaching parts and persons spread worldwide
He has extensive vineyards in Italy and Spain,
He has mining operations in Peru
He owns a flock of ostriches down in the Ukraine
(Although he never quite intended to)
He’s engineering world events on scales beyond the ken
He has his hooves in business of all kinds
He interferes remorselessly in world affairs of men
With night-time thoughts drip-fed to human minds
Little green men fly through space in saucers flat and round
On interstellar missions without cease
But on their furthest journey yet, their enterprise is bound
To the ever growing plans of Oggwool Fleece
The politicians spin their words and armies shoulder arms
And yet do not beyond their small acts see
But Oggwool Fleece with thistle skills and other sheepwise charms
Is planning how to rule a galaxy!
7/29/18
All over the road, about to wreck
One of many causes for yet another death
Too many chickens giving each other pecks
They just look and rubberneck
Person overboard, from falling over the deck
Luckily they had on a life vest
No offense
I don't want to sit around and work behind a desk
Far from over yet
It's been one heck of a trek
I currently work at a vet
Helping take care of people's pets
With care and respect
Putting forth my best
Situations being assessed
During the quest
Making progress
Taking continual steps
Striving towards success
And nothing less
In order for it to manifest
Otherwise there'll be regrets
Like all the beer I buy and drink at my own expense
Knowing it can have harmful long-term effects
Taking occasional time to reflect
Great and not very well is how it went
I wasn't making a dent
Until my intent
Went to the furthest extent
And was one hundred and ten percent
I got more than I ever dreamt
Near and far from items made with hemp
On days and nights with a drop or rise in temp
Such a f***ing mess
What the corrupt have been doing is grotesque
I'm not going to repent
Or lament
Occasionally I disconnect
From the internet
Took off and left
Went camping, pitched a tent
Then took a rest
Somewhere out West
For time I'm pressed
I got to jet
From the dirt back to cement
Taking care of business, and running through a check
Zero time to focus on petty things, no bigger than a speck
Yes
I confess
I'm lonely, I guess
Now let's
See what happens next
God bless
When my time comes, in peace I'll rest
By: Dalton Ogletree
On the eve of that somber, stormy night,
I began to see strings of spring swirling soundlessly
along the thread-thin blade of this culinary cutlery.
Why does gravity lay on thick in this silver steel accessory?
If only you knew, where there is a subtle screech of harmony,
there is a violent war viciously humming melancholy.
As the dust of what was once obscure drops from the passing clouds,
it sets in an assembly of soft, dull vowels,
waiting for the rug of grass to spread a path to the furthest mountain.
Why do I feel no raging colors from the twilight
yet see them so vibrantly?
How do I know nothing of summoning my movements,
when this adrenaline speaks distantly?
Alone, a rush of flame once formed, now shows the demons in the storm.
When this flesh and bones become one with the unpredictable elements,
I hope what prevails is the lore of my regiments,
where I bled into the disasters of my own shortcomings,
learning to rest without a bruise as I drown.
As rain clouds clear striated blue
And sun streaks write their names once more
Upon dawn meadows tranquil green
And all along the distant shore,
On far horizons dappled white
The morning creeps across the sea
On scattered wings of silver lace
That bring the song so close to me.
And every kind of whisper joined
In softly traced creations song
Where life wakes to its sweet refrain
A yearning chorus to belong,
It reaches all around the world
Where children of their lands stand tall
And permeates their pain filled hearts
Each time they hear their Angels call.
And all by itself in a far flung field
A tree sheds whispers of its own
No matter where you live your life
There’s no such thing as being alone,
Yet in the islands of our hearts
We feel like castaways sometimes
So many bottles cast adrift
As we wait for returning rhymes.
Yet when we sleep, life’s reason calms
The furthest reaches of our soul
Within its own embracing arms
To make us waken feeling whole,
Perhaps one day there’ll be no pain
Across the world, just smiles of joy
As heaven’s lessons grow inside
Each man and woman, girl and boy…
~
Hand in hand we walk along
this dusk bathed beach,
reaching past sandcastles and starfish,
narrowing beyond the furthest footprints
our path has imprinted in the sand,
bidding farewell to a sun
now painting a twilight masterpiece
on a wavering horizon,
longing the cool evening’s embrace
to caress us in sea breeze bliss,
welcoming the tide’s white foam outlines
silently approaching weathered dunes
where we now pause,
and as I lean in to kiss you
I steal one more glimpse
of nature’s panoramic beauty,
for I know once our lips meet,
everything else will disappear
~
Paint me into a canvas.
Soft strokes of mournful blue
And harsh lines of red-hot anger.
Don't leave anything out.
Show the shame and sadness behind the tender strands of happiness.
Make sure to capture my blue eyes with just a sparkle of indecisiveness.
Remember my solitary smile,
As if I know every secret tucked into the furthest corner of your heart.
Expose every raw emotion behind my words.
Use brazen colors.
Make mistakes.
Blend the night of my mind with the brightness of my intentions.
Paint me into a canvas.
Full and unapologetically.