Best Imaginatively Poems
WHICH POEM TO READ?
Adore a poem that fascinates and entices me
Touching each heart string with sadness or glee
Poets that pen imaginatively and bring,
Fantasy to life, love poems now that's my thing,
Then, look for a read with breath taking scenery!
Like it when Poets of themselves describe,
To this kind of poetry I ascribe,
Look for writes, in which I see
The crazy, creative, arty side of me
Or an unexpected ending,I enjoy and prescribe.
To be Entered in
"Fave Poetry Contest" Sponsored by; Line Gauthier
Rolling hills and dappling willows
Magnolias bordering each side
A mountain range set the background
Beneath a luxuriant bright blue sky
With wisps and trails of tiny clouds
The bright sunlight it dazzles my eyes
The blades of grass between my toes
These sensations make me realise
That within our minds we can create landscapes
And masterpieces of wonder and awe
A dog runs past, a aquirrel scampers up a tree
Butterflies fluttering everywhere I can see
Bees pollinating wild flows
I feel the freedom of beauty as I flows through me
We are artists we are designers
We are lovers living imaginatively.
Spookily Bookily
Dramatic apogee
Edgar A. Poe's verses
Death from curses
Quite artistically
characteristically
His poems were renowned
to be profound
Gloomily Doomily
So methodically
he wrote of never more
and sweet Lenore
Poe was positively
Imaginatively
authoring horrid themes
to dire extremes
Foolishly Ghoulishly
Did Poe write lucidly
Now dearly departed
Tell Tale Hearted
Poems were tactical
Anticlimactical
He wrote of misery
and mystery
January 9th, 2021
Double Dactyl Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Coffee's hot steam
and then I imagined it
that split second
before it touched my lips.
It did not disappoint,
and its flavor, intimate
as it met my tongue,
swirled imaginatively.
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Coffee
9/6/2015
Contest - Poems that did not
place and more!
Sponsor - nette onclaud
A win
Dancing with butterflies
Flying through
Worlds of wonder
Imaginatively playful
Insatiable curious
Inventively adventurous
Happily honest
What more could she
Possess, pen to paper
Day time timid, night
Summoned adventurer
Flying wings of words
Friends, fields, birds, earth,
Death, pretty things,
Horses, almost anything
Free to be a child,
Any shape, size
Her pen decrees
Nothing escaped her
Honest appraisal, told its
Heart, like a revealing
3-D photo, then the deft
Ability to describe value,
Heft, meaning of things.
Story teller true, flare, power,
Whimsy wit. There’s nothing
More to say except to love,
Secluded, she wrote for herself,
Creativity bequeathed her to us.
let's get irrational
let's imaginatively think
let's quotient ideas fractional
let's think up primes distinct
let's see what we can make of it
let's examine possibilities
let's toss away the parity bit
let's forgo responsibilities
let's universally go to edge
let's carry ones to tens
let's farfetched, forgo a hedge
let's do it all over again
let's raise our lives so inclined
let's jump over the tick of time
© Goode Guy 2013-12-02
maybe it's really simple math that adds up
My latest President
also appreciated Americans
he may never meet
or hear
or smell
Not to mention out to get
ever better tasted,
with or without informed consent,
not so vulnerably seen
or transparently felt
with copassioned
trauma-free intent,
yet not actually met,
just yet
And
I am confused
that any President would feel
he needs to say this,
as if appreciating Americans
were a partisan platform
advocating politically
and economically unusual
universal health
and safe global wealth
resiliently inclusive policy priorities
Sacredly patriotic
EcoMatriotic regard
for nutrition-based
economic historical
polyculturing
cooperative space
for competing against divisive time
Wu-wei YintegralPower/YangLight
sacred/secular
transubstantiating neuro-sensory
WinWin/WinLose/LoseLose
co-mediating
eco-political communication grace
I readily concede
this unbecoming space,
I could be wrong
but I can at least imagine
Donald Trump
feeling and believing,
although jaded
disappointed
and dispassionately,
that he appreciates
all those NonWhite
NonStraight
NonPatriarchal EcoFeminists
he has never met
And would just as soon
not change his monopolistic bliss
to CounterCulturally encounter Othering
dark ignorance,
just yet.
I don't know if it is a positive
or negative coronary corollary
to further extend
this metaphoric analogy
Yet Trump,
unlike Biden,
could never get
a multiculturally gifted American
he has not yet met
But I would bet
it would be hard to vet
EarthTribe residents
too healthy to ever regret
not having had the pleasure
of meeting many Trumpian Americans
Cold greetings
likely best to forget
we all come from somewhere
Matriarchally sacred
as an interdependent
health care safety net
includes imaginatively appreciating
All those Others Othering
unfertilized good eggs,
and thus not yet met.
Offering yielded, yield back to the sovereign king
Devoted to duty, rise in the morning of its flame
Intellect's child, imprinted on Yahweh's soaring wing
Nurturer. natured with heaven's milk, sweet you came
Kindness kindled in hibiscus fire, passion against defeat
Wisdom that shall not from the incongruous retreat
Ambitious heart, panting at the throne for armory of grace
Kingly, in my visions, I yielded you to lead my void
Imaginatively, so imaginations tower may rise aloft
Young, youthful, fresh to hold the course against doubts slide
Organized and organizing the voyage of culture's craft
Sacred ship, through bulrush castling a kingdom's name
Honest to the core of soul, humble to life's bright esteem
Innocent of vice, I wanted a cornerstone of unscaffold dream
Son of shrewdness, Smalling brimming to honeyed core
Motivated and motivating the journey abandoned at the door
Ask now the art to feel, and from your feelings yield
Learned lessons where the learned mind may drink again
Lead, listen, what winds the sails of your people keel
Inspirer of them, feel you not the mettle masking in your grain
Native of the civilized past, nest not now in silence down
Gallantry calls the gallant, and God his grace the gracious has shown.
(do enjoy frolicking gently imaginatively)
County seat, of Mason County,
Washington, United States
westernmost city on Puget Sound
above ground sans tectonic plates
population 9,834 per 2010 census
end result from biological mates
maintains commission form
of government drafted by mandates.
Shelton served by small steamboats
comprising Puget Sound Mosquito Fleet
Old Settler, Irene, Willie, City of Shelton,
Marian, Clara Brown, & S.G. Simpson
logging, farming, dairying, ranching
& oyster cultivation for populace to eat
Simpson Timber Company mill
on Puget Sound's Oakland Bay over yon
dominates landscape of the down
town area as essential heart beat
Shelton identifies the "Christmas
Tree Capital" sold by the ton.
47°12'49?N 123°6'22?W (47.213702,
-123.106088) coordinate bench mark
total area of 5.9 square miles (15 km2),
of which 5.6 square miles (15 km2) land
0.3 square miles (0.78 km2) (5.60%)
water laps with an occasional errant shark
in a pinch captured, processed and canned
a delicacy that fin de siecle bony
illegal booty fined by the oceanic narc.
well nigh two and a half decades in the past
this poet trekked across America
beginning in a place called Gap
Pennsylvania - where stockpile
of Amish goodies barely did last
and vanished in a gingerly snap
of fingers, which necessitated
sustenance when van fueled i.e. gassed
up while myself or the other
driver stole a short nap
seduced to sleep by syncopated tires
as highway miles passed
inching closer to youngest sister
via this linear transcontinental lap
destination Seattle Washington
indigenous iconic statue cast.
Ronald Strickland a fine companion
(posted bulletin for traveling fine companion
at Hostelling International - Chamounix Falls Mansion
West Fairmount Park),
and boone story teller to boot
about my age (now five decades plus nine)
then trying to rake in some loot
by writing about his travels,
yet unpretentious and not able
to square an Apple pi circle
nor, calculate square a root
perhaps one day, I will surprise him
with a call and give him a toot.
Much better places
It hides from the moon light
beneath the brush and thistle
of a desolate landscape of patchwork failures,
appearing one more time seething,
slicing open old wounds once healed,
blood thirsty appetites favored
Slick but imaginatively unkempt,
disguised as someone you want to know,
lurking in the reaching shadows,
leaving muddied tracks, padded prints
circling, seeking the weak, the fearful,
licking deceitful lips
Sensing the silence was just a warning
along a snake infested footpath
cut from branches of disturbed growth,
channeling stares on outcast visions
I now hear the howls, the cadence
shrieking through the peaceful night
Knowing they will never leave,
these figures in the dark looking for a spotlight,
searching for fame amidst the famine
from an unsuspecting congregation
willing to tithe for just a glance,
even if it is from evil eyes
I pass through hesitantly,
finding the humor in the faux demise,
risen from sarcastic ink blots,
laced with retractions and penciled in ploys,
erased, rewritten, erased, rewritten,
carved in unforgiving bark
Now ignored or so it seems,
not sure if that is a good thing
or someone’s idea of a joke,
counting numbers with nothing to say
unless posted accomplishments
require a blue ribbon trophy
And I can’t help but laugh
at the sad state I find, or at myself
for expecting a change in scenery,
when I see the sunrise in the distance,
a cheerful glowing reminder that
there are much better places to be
I AM YOUR CHRISTMAS TREE
I am so pretty, I’d like you to see,
As I enjoy people looking at me
Whether man, woman, girl or boy,
I’m here to only bring you much joy.
I’m vain, my family has made me so,
I've also made them proud, I know.
I am a Christmas tree and every year,
I will see both a sad and happy tear,
Every year, I’m adorned with a new decoration,
Making me even more of a fascination,
By Christmas Day I will be so much prettier,
Making my family so much happier,
Presents hidden in my boughs and laid at my feet,
Bring thrills, laughter curiosity, what a treat,
My decorations and silver drapes glisten vividly,
When photos are taken I think imaginatively,
From which side will I glisten even more,
For treasures of memories will be in store.
BUT I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU
Yes I talk, and wish health and
Happiness to my near and dear!
My fairy lights will flicker and shine
Until we say Happy New Year.
( Entered for Christmas Tree Competition Dec 2018)
Backspace
All I seem to do is press erase
Here are my words, caressing Charlotte in dead space
It's against the rules to say her true name
but I needed to this day
Saying Scarlett Jade just wasn't enough
Said her name, saw her face
saw the past and laid down in it's embrace
Her smile still brightened up the world like it used to
as it reached both ends of her cheeks
Nothing on Earth could ever tell me heaven isn't real
when I have always stared it in pools of emerald
while Marching on April avenue down the sidewalks to the 21st of May
My steady dream of her and me
reality says it's never true, never meant to be
but I cry out blasphemy
but I cry out in infamy with words I should never say
or a silver barrel will be my one way telescope
Imaginatively, I have already rescued my fair haired beauty
from the tower, from the pressure of success
floating on a raft of lilac and sweet peppermint
What's a promise if a year apart cannot be mended
What's a promise if it's the one impossible to keep
I promised her to fall into me
cause she made me invincible
without her...without her...I only run away from the sidewalks
the same sidewalks I held her hands while hunting down my sunset
I attempted to wrap it, tie it in a bow as a ring for her
to get closer to her
to say this year's love, it'll last
to say from wherever she lands, wherever she is
I'll never be tired of her
but I sink like a stone once I see sunrise bounce of the walls
I sink like a stone once I hear the song ends
I sink like a stone once I realize she's not Avelyn
I have no right to touch her face
when I have no idea the words I should say
Backspace
All I seem to press is erase
in desperate attempt to caress Charlotte, Scarlett Butterfly Jade
in desperate attempt to break free, to be someone other me
but I sit here chasing sunsets
shooting the moon with the very rocks I skip
counting the sticks breaking under my feet
while I just stuff chin to my chest
and my hands in my faded jeans
walking down the same sidewalks
I ran away with her in my daydreams
- curiosity -
questions
imaginative
memories
- of -
the ravens raptor
remnant intelligent
existent world
- being -
as research oriented and
an imaginatively anticipating
tool maker with
- free will -
questioning
memories
of a changing world
stan sand
within the under belly of
this hob bull ling Leviathan beast
induced roaring hungry soundcloud issued
within abdominal folds
finding they in creased
never diminishing, matter
whether I turn north, south, west or east
this adult desired,
soon after he envisioned
buttered crispy dish eyed fancily feast
culinary cut throat Michelin meisters
(pit a less lee) pitted
against Pillsbury doughboy greased
imaginatively gobbling hectare
thousand island inlaid
juiced kickstarting least
unable to pay thee Monsieur's consigliere –
damn, hard cold cash just shy by a nickle
aye first taken got taken hostage
as a wreck loose poet,
the anti write cadre
strip searched
every stitch of clothes I wore,
then subjected me to an aye tip pickle
pun hush ment,
where this deplorable basket case
stood aghast as hounds from hell
got loosed by thee Don Rickle
lathered canine chops
slapped by foamy salivating tongues
poised to ham er and
make mince meat out this pop sickle
but...lo and behold, as vicious
snooping doggy dogs
approached within a hair breadth
minecrafted fingers fluttered
in the air asper ready to tickle
whereat the snarling killers (bon jove)
rolled with faux pas in the air
kicking, laughing (or a similar
fox simile thereof),
inciting Major Domo tuff flair
his nostrils (like...well
an amazing dragon)
with blood red eyes didst glare
while fur sprouted over his bare skin
honor ably dispelling every last hair
which bizarre circumstance, an opportunity
to escape from this thieving Magpie lair
approved by the ghost of Rossini,
who suddenly prestidigitatiously
magically brought to my defense William Tell
(in the guise oven
instant activating App) pull lick caisson
thus juiced by a whisker avoiding a scare.
Perhaps the realm where dormant ideas germinate
will coalesce into sturdy tomes even if posthumously late
recognition gets affianced with a memorialized slate
where no body will lie,
cuz this mortal will get his ashes sprinkled
intermixed with wildlife,
who will unknowingly consecrate and sanctify
rack and pinion traction,
where dost dust will fertile lies
to become reincarnated
via blessings sans creatures who defecate or urinate.
S trangely Secretive, Social, Sensitive, Strong, and Sensual,
C autiously Courteous, Charismatically Critical, and Caringly Compassionate,
O bservant, Obstinate, and Obsessive,
R ational, Rebelliously Resentful, and Resilient,
P articularly Perceptive, Profoundly Passionate, Powerful, and a Procrastinator.
I mmensely Intense, Imaginatively Intuitive, Individualized, and Inspiringly Inspecting.
O utspoken and Opinionative,