Best Immeasurably Poems
Blowing Blissfully In Immense Wheat Fields Of Fertile Minds
Upon the soft winds and the unenduring pallid breeze
with its ragged, hot breath a flaming torch of frozen tease
she that keeps her knives ready to cut in so very deep
and poisons the pleasurable hours that tender heart sleeps
her beauty its mirage displays a glitterings of gold
and her spoken words cried by spirit far too damn bold
she that has the magnificent beauty of a siren's face
stole ravenous beating heart, without any to replace
as I drown in deep waters polluted by her foul breath
I feel the lying whisper of a very painful death
as pale sky and bold seas both cast their powers far adrift
and in glory oft Heaven sent, dear blessings that uplift.
Blowing blissfully in immense wheat fields of fertile minds.
Are visions from word magicians, immeasurably stone blind!
Robert J. Lindley, dark sonnet
March 25th, 1973
Categories:
immeasurably, art, creation, dark, deep,
Form:
Sonnet
I am immeasurably honoured to have been invited to collaborate with as fine a poet as Robert Lindley. Our first collaborative process has been very quick, very instinctive and very natural. Thank you, Robert, for a very rewarding joint venture.
As I Plot Just One More Day
A collaboration with Robert Lindley
11th October 2018
Desperate as the waking at blackest dawn
I seek only moments within eternity,
for the day upon me is long
and I do not ponder its end.
Forever the blackened door beckoned
in tones of promising delights
who can know what lies in its beyond
perhaps a cure for the world's pains
I walk halls leading to its hurts
echoes that resounded as if playing
with no malice, future screams at my hesitation
as I plot just one more day
as I hide my lusts just one more day.
Decadent as the lust of gloomiest noon
I am immersed in the consummation
and overpowered in the contest, yet hopeful
that still I may embrace eternity's devious charm.
Never ending cycles eat into a wanton soul
they are all too familiar
and their boredom becomes a chain
a rasp in my dying breath
I hear its rhythm and each echo speaks
O' that parade of desires hides deep within
as the dark expands its borders
as I plot just one more day
as I hide my lusts just one more day.
Dire as the languishing at darkening dusk
I seek an eternity of moments
to sate my lust and to quell my rage,
to forgive and to be forgiven.
Categories:
immeasurably, death, desire,
Form:
Free verse
Harassing me for days now
Landing on my eyelid
Nosing up my nostril
Tickling my ankles
and every other exposed body part
Little bastard...
Fly-Swatter? Jack be nimble, Jack...
Folded bath towel? (Lamp destroyed)
Raid? Sprayed til I sneezed and choked
and had to quickly retreat outside
(I may have poisoned myself)
Little bastard...
Last night it buzzed me awake
I injured various body parts
(Bloody nose, ruptured eardrum)
Little bastard...
I want to murder it
I want to assassinate it
but I want to capture it first
pull off it’s puny little wings
and watch it scramble on the floor
all the while crawling behind
laughing, shouting and jeering
'How you like THEM apple peelings?'
before I jump to the ceiling (Boink)
before I stomp and then grind
in a mad and homicidal rage
Little bastard...
Epilogue:
Whew! I’m feeling pretty okay now
The medication helps immeasurably
I know now why they’re called Asylums
They are refuge from a brutal environment
a world dominated and controlled by---Bssst!!
Little BASTARD...
Categories:
immeasurably, angst, insect,
Form:
Light Verse
Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.
I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and steady
but you came through when I was only half ready.
So oft you had to be not just a mom but a dad too.
It wounds me to confesss it but we both know it’s true.
Memories of sworn promises to you I didn’t keep
cauterize my conscience and cost me peaceful sleep.
Yes, dear, you were always there for me
seasons in and seasons out.
Thus you immeasurably blessed my life
of that there can be no doubt.
I like to think I repaid you at least a loving little.
If not, I pray God grant me mercy and an acquittal.
Categories:
immeasurably, 12th grade, character, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
We lost our “UMOJA”, the basic concept and core value of our being “We, therefore, I am”, at the time of our history that began some 300 years ago. We didn’t step on the soil of New World with a dream like many others, but hauled on the ground like a cargo as merchandise. We were each treated individually as a unit but not tied as a family or group bonded together by the same dialect.
Misery was the food we’d been feeding to fill our empty stomach, agony was the water we’d been drinking to quench our thirst, depth of our footmarks were the weights we’d been carrying, our lives were trial after trial of thorny path. No matter how hard we worked, our baskets were empty. No matter how much we labored, returns of our toils were unbearable lashes. No matter how humbly we begged and ardently prayed, God always turned His face away from us.
But all those detestable days are gone as second millennium faded away. Shackles of curse are removed from our neck and wrists. Our burdens are removed from our back. The reward of our day’s of labor is reasonable wage. Why don’t we embrace one another with joy because only thing remain is our determination.
As daybreak sun is rising from yonder horizon, our darkest day has passed; for daybreak light is brighter than ever and pleasant as spring breath, we have good reason to celebrate for a moment. Nevertheless, don’t prolong the time of festival because it may make you stray from reality and to dwell in farfetched world.
As long as you don’t fold the wings but spread wide and keep flapping them, though sometimes encountering high wind, you can fly higher than the highest ridges of a mountain. If you keep swimming upstream, though you may confront falls and rapids, you’ll come to your old home where your parents risked their lives to spawn and enable you to hatch from an egg one day, and rejoice overflowing water in the ocean to gladden your life. If you dart with a swift gallop not abandoning tomorrow’s dream, no matter how immeasurably vast is the wilderness, you’ll reach the horizon before sun sinks into the other side of the world.
It’s the time to restore our “UMOJA” a laudable custom once we lost during our darkest days, recover “UMOJA” our ancestral heritage the good moral standard to sustain “I as us.”
Categories:
immeasurably, black african american, hope,
Form:
Verse
To all my friends and family
Gathered ‘round this earth;
Words cannot contain these thoughts
Of all your love and worth.
From sky to ground and all around
From birth to dust and ash;
I wish we had more time together
As in our felicitous, by-gone past.
Such as the days we laughed and played
And danced in the wild, wild breeze;
Flying kites and taking hikes
From high hills to the sea.
When grass was green as any dream
And the trees we climbed were tall;
Touching sky-blue I can still see you
And hear the whippoorwill’s call.
While those of you who hardly knew
The man that I became;
The fault’s all mine throughout the time
I played such foolish games.
From sunup to sundown again
Through countless nights and days;
Despite the endless miles between us
There’s little left to say.
To bring back time lost long ago
Like water in a mountain stream;
I wish that I could turn it ‘round
And bring you back to me.
But time’s now gone as if a song
Sung once by birds that flew;
Pointing us back home again
To that place we all once knew.
And I pray we find again some when
In this world or just beyond;
Until then, God keep you safe and warm
Cradled, in His loving arms.
One never knows how far we’ll go
Today, tomorrow, next year;
As memories of those we love and miss
Become immeasurably more dear.
Categories:
immeasurably, friendship, introspection, life, time,
Form:
Rhyme
I should like to hold you
For a little while if I may;
For nothing more than comfort
On this dismal, dreary day.
Locked within these thoughts that spin
Like spider webs in my brain;
Wishing I might see you walking
Right out in the rain.
Step by step no doubt you’d let
My weariness fade fast;
Like blackness chased away from light
As when morning comes to pass.
I’d give up nearly everything
To see you eye to eye;
To touch your face as we retrace
Sweet memories, bye and bye.
And if I could say one simple prayer
Or wish upon a star;
I’d pray that you could find me too
Knowing immeasurably how far.
I’ve let myself go like winds that blow
With no destination or direction;
My life ring and only song that still sings
Is remembering you
Are my Dearest
And
Deepest
Reflection.
Categories:
immeasurably, introspection, life, lonely, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
Eileen: (A Dream That's Not What It Seems)
I met Eileen inside a dream
Chasing me down a mountain -
Immeasurably old and made of gold
Pouring forth like water from fountains.
Her beauty was rare as angel’s hair
Visible to sentient beings –
She spoke not a word and yet I heard
Her whisper, “I know what you’re seeing.”
She followed me ‘round and all the way down
That mountainous, slippery slope –
Inside of me, all around me
Giving courage, strength and hope.
That the fall I was feeling, spinning and reeling
And lucid as the day is long –
Would pass in a flash straight into the past
And the future in one sweet song.
She told me my names and all of the games
I’ve played since my inception –
Back in the times when love was divine
And darkness was pure perfection.
We crossed a river wide and deep
In a valley far below –
Where cities, towns and people appeared
Many of whom I’ve known.
I saw their struggles, pains and troubles
Laughed and cried their tears –
Living again as family and friends
In other times and years.
She took me north, east, south and west
By way of an ocean breeze –
By ship and train, by horse and plane
Where I’ve never felt so free.
In time and space where there’s a place
We rendezvous in travels –
Between this world we’re living in
And others yet unraveled.
Until she placed my head upon her heart
While cradled in fetal position –
Resting well deep in her spell
Until this world became my vision.
Categories:
immeasurably, allusion, dream, imagination, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
I watched the sun rise this morning
In its splendorous shimmering gold
Slowly drifting up - out of the earth
Like a flower bud unfold
Its pristine wings to heavenly things
Radiating love sublime
From deep within
Where life begins
And nothing ever dies
In the atmosphere
Where nothings clear
As colors born in bloom
I watched the sun rise this morning
Dreaming about you
And me again together like
Two binary stars
Trapped in a dance
Of eternal romance
Immeasurably, near and far…
Thus, when I watch the sun once more
Tomorrow or next year
I’ll think again of where we’ve been
And cry yet one more
Tear
Categories:
immeasurably, life, sun,
Form:
May you all have a serendipitous, serene Sunday
and an immeasurably magnanimous Monday,
Would that the tallow of your Tuesday be tantalizing
wielding the wonders of Wednesday in writing,
thence thanking Theism the theme of Thursday,
finally forgetting fears and feeling the freedom of Friday,
so making your Saturday a scintilla of a Sabbatical.
In other words: have a great week y’all!
Categories:
immeasurably, friendship,
Form:
Alliteration
Love causes all things to be...
this I have learned, known and immeasurably felt.
Love is magically selfless in it's purpose
which fills a place to bloom with mutual revelry,
or inspire an empty, shriveled heart to expand
either in the giving or receiving of devotion.
And this fervor is beyond the physical...
it is metaphysical: the only sentiment
that can bring one to delight in an
out -of- body experience through each heaving
upward and outward,
from one's breath; the next heartbeat
to the next communion shared with a beloved,
instead of being held inward.
This I have learned, known and immeasurably felt...
for love causes all things to be: kind and unconditional.
Laura Loo's Any Free Verse 150 or Less Contest
posted 2/23/2017
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114 words 671 characters
checked with www.howmanysyllables.com
Originally written 2.04.2017
Categories:
immeasurably, love, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
If this was my last
poem, I should suffer
immeasurably.
I’d wake
late in the day-
there’d be nothing
in the early light
of collective awakening
to record in cursive letters.
I’d eventually lose
my sight
for irony and ecstasy
in the mundane, then
life would be perfectly
uninteresting.
The ream of used printer paper
recycled for blotted thoughts
would gather dust
and no more dreams.
This pen would be left
in an old coffee mug,
standing nib-up
until its ink dried. When
taken later to quickly scribble
an address or number
it would grate
angrily against
the grain.
I’d let my wrist
loose and jerk
the pen and the air
would be moved
to whip me.
I’d feel shame
for once
I had used this pen
as a whip.
Categories:
immeasurably, imagery, poetry, writing,
Form:
Free verse
Drifting...
Into my fantasies
And daydreams
Where you reside
And eagerly wait for me;
I'm wandering, not lost.
Smiling...
As I excavate
Long-buried memories
In the meadow of my mind
Oh, the halcyon days of my youth!
I'm wandering, not lost.
Plunging...
Immeasurably deep
Into your captivating eyes;
Entranced,
Held captive.
I'm wandering, not lost.
Searching...
Vast barren deserts of earth
Days without end
For xanadu
For the meaning of life
I'm wandering, not lost.
Date written: 12/16/2021
Categories:
immeasurably, adventure, journey, life, memory,
Form:
Free verse
Surrender
Surrender with them, for those all sins
Always you commit, at the expense of belief
At least, they can purge you, dipping in social work
Do not afraid, there is not, capital punishment.
Bereaving, they do not keep you, in bother
Where there is provision, only of rear and care
Supplies only requirements, later they’ll rear, care you
That heaven is within, in the heart of children
When become saturate, they loll, leaving toys and food
In such innocent vicinity, I wish pass my whole life
Being happy and gaily, volatile immeasurably
Could you believe my advice, you commit, they believe.
Instead of boasting roaring, wasting, prime time for
Tearing sky and ground, with objection disturbance
Invest your purpose, to acquire heavenly bliss for all
Billions mothers are wishing, to offer their prospers.
Categories:
immeasurably, beautiful, happiness, i love
Form:
Free verse
Like an epic battle of warriors in the ancient times,
rhythms of defeat and success punctuate the line;
either one wins or loses the game doesn’t matter,
it’s sportsmanship, fairness and attitude of respect.
Super Bowl kick-off highlights Sunday’s program,
championship in historic match cheers everyone;
along with mammoth crowds like on Staten Island,
jubilant fans who emerge and show their smiles.
Giants fans elsewhere blare their cars’ horns
a triumphant meaning, a victorious experience;
truly, it’s a huge and festive moment to share
with others who admire those players like Manning.
New England’s Patriots acknowledge their defeat,
their strengths and weaknesses make them authentic;
how they react and show about their abysmal loss
echoes a challenge, an experience worth reflecting.
New Yorkers herald jubilations and their triumphs,
faithful followers of their respective teams combined;
begin to celebrat and make a toast of beer in bars,
getting the whole clan, along with peers and friends.
Such a boisterous scene that makes the difference,
with ordinary games shown on TV or big screen;
however, the Giants in their popular name here,
has got their favor and trust from people elsewhere.
Categories:
immeasurably, faith, history, introspection, loss,
Form:
Narrative