Best Inference Poems
Aromatic sweet fragrance permeates our air
In eminence of your fragile Jasmine flowers
As lovingly you engage slender ruby buds
Tending to green foliage in softest of whispers
In verses of your heart, meant for me to hear;
Guiding my sight higher to mysterious universe
As glowing night-sky unveils celestial theater
Where twinkling exuberant stars brilliantly glitter
Arousing amorous stares breathing in unison
Standing cheek to cheek, conversing with Venus;
Extolling seductively passionate secret dreams
Unfolding revelry in doting pregnant themes
Welcoming salutations--yearning for much more
Exhilarated by amour of dulcet solicitations
Deciphering inference of romantic metaphors;
Embracing each other in zealous anticipation--
Sensuous thoughts drifting into night's allure
Enticed by lure of every flirtatious rhythmic pulse
Eager to explore melodies of moonlit affections
As mating song of nightingale serenades our love.
August 8, 2019
Poem of the day on August 10, 2019
Placed 1st: Strand choice T contest by Brian Strand
Placed 3rd: One in four poetry contest by Joseph May
Believe not in lies in this, a time of deceiving, for;
Far too soon, would run fair chance, with sidence; its errant way.."
I've heard ears of clay. will oft 'reck not of the hour;
Though sun-gold were to fall, in its bursts and showers;
As would molten fables.. 'Cross ripening fields of wheat,
And so must I now on alone to dance??
Ee'n whithin these daze, of fruitful summer sweet??
Sparing not even the seconds glance.."
Oh." but bring to me your eagerness fleet,
For tis the very richness in its flower.
“Come.! Pare with me scripts each day; and hour."
With your honesty a sustenance; step into every inference.."
That waiting beauty be not kept at bay..!
copyright Joe Maverick 2012
Your way was long and your road was rough
You made it somehow though your life was tough
Since you were not alone as a small beginner
These important people you should remember
Remember your family and your blessed birth
Don't forget all their love and all they're worth
Remember their support and their belief in you
Don't forget their sacrifice that helped you through
Remember willing friends' empathy
Don't forget their comfort and their sympathy
Remember their gifts and all their loans
Don't forget they welcomed you into their homes
Remember the Lord who should always be first
Don't forget that He fed you and quenched your thirst
Remember He sustained you and took you in
Don't forget that He gave you those family and friends
And remember who you are as in your beginning
Don't forget to stay humble and gracious in giving
Remember equity should be your inference
Don't forget your success is to make a difference
Surely it's true that your beginning was small
But you obtained your goal though some despised it all
For you were upheld by the strength of your loved ones
So always remember where you came from
Inception of poise anon-times.) And burgeoning..!
"Plays" of and to; each entered instance...
To posterity through eternal inference.!
Copyright 20 12 2011 Joe Maverick..
R andom radicals rush rip-roariously on ward
O nerously oggling on-lookers abroad
A nnealing axle-grease atop ankle-high boots
D eliberately dashing dilettante seekers
T raveling tenaciously toward tree-lined detours
R oad rage roars, racers recline, rear-wheels wheelie
I mprobable instances intoxicate incalculable intensity
Probably, they'd get there alive!?
S irens sound
E mptiness emanates extravehicular extemes
N ickle-plated, nonentities now
D eath, death, dangles
I nsanities inane inference
N ickle-plated, nonentities now
G one.
Contest:GROOVE IT ! Free Poetry Contest Details
Style: Heavy Metal
Date:10/9/13 revised
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Dear depressed girlfriend –
I recommend Paxil or any other brand of those happy pills. Also, I ain’t NOBODYS aunt and I’m not all that agonized either. I’m a MAN not a woman and I resemble your inference that I am woman. I AM an uncle and if I get my hands on you I’ll make you cry exactly that. I kinda like to wrestle with women anyway. Sometimes I even let them win. Once I wrestled a woman who was a body builder and she pinned me in a matter of seconds. I rather enjoyed it but I wasn’t too crazy about getting muddy. I asked her if she’d like to shower with me and she pinned me AGAIN and busted me up pretty good too…
And ANOTHER thing, just because I like to put on a dress and makeup and prance around in front of the mirror doesn’t mean I’m a woman either. I am VERY secure about my sexual orientation, although I have considered getting one of those operations I’ve heard about but guess what? My insurance wouldn’t cover it! Needless to say I was outraged...
You will have to take full responsibility for your nausea too. You should NEVER have joined the Navy in the first place unless you’re…Naw, can’t be! They don’t allow that sort of thing aboard ship do they? Go to Sick Bay and get some Dramamine and Pepto for god’s sake!
Hey, you wanna be MY girlfriend? Ouch! Look, you left a mark…
Sincerely
A recently agonized uncle who just cried ‘uncle’
---For Vicky’s contest
Sighs yet again
a fold here,
a crease there
origami wings
that are limp,
drenched
looking pretty lonely and pathetic
under, that, crying, sky, , , ,
, , , ,
/////
It ironically fits well
into the day that is filled with cracks,
that spills into the evening----
s h a t t e r e d eggshells
that can't be beared to be buried,
only placed carefully with the dried leaves...
If only for a moment,
I keep my cradle of tears at bay,
as I let the moon do the weeping for me.
A mental tracking back
of the weeks, days, hours, minutes;
Let the scientist return to inference
Walk back to the time of hope and grief--
The dendrobium. The grasshoppers. The twisted bonsai.
Looking behind,
the footprints
are still there... . . . ..
Wash them away
with waves of laughter,
Erase all vestiges of me.
Forget I was ever here;
that should be easy
...I never meant much to you anyway
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This is a mash-up of sorts of several writes of mine. I stitched it up with some lines. Very rough, I know, just felt like squishing some of my writes & edits together.
Colour fill reality,
Value Equality,
Take reasonability,
Praise others with impassion,
Don't worry about impression,
although you do take it into consideration.
This world wouldn't be the same,
Without your name.
Anyone can make a change,
You can as well.
Maybe not as a single individual
but as a Group or just a dual.
No Need to be defined as normal.
Remember :Team work is essential.
Create a interface, on this surface,
Keep on a happy facial expression fixed
Not by force but by own want.
Don't be afraid to smile to a different race.
Think with inference,
Don't stop perseverance,
Strongly stick to your
Personal circumference,
Choose your own preference.
Always confidently pronounce,
To evoke positive representance.
Aha: a Poetic Noetic Instantiation in Three Acts
rushing inference, imminent insight
suddenly it’s clear, a gut feeling—
swooning, reeling,
cross-connected hemispheres
syncopated, reverberated, totally aware
open byways, ahh blue-sky days, making up my mind
synapses shiver, axons quiver, dendrites deliver,
’lectrik neurons fire—suddenly—in time
aha! aha! oh gawd I see—I ran around ’n cried—
a fool I’ve been; all along it’s there, right in front of me
with a grin ’n a nod ’n twinkly-looking ’round
raised my arms ’n slapped my thighs
’n made a ruckus sound—
donned my hat ’n set it skewed
upon my big bright head,
set off to town in an uplifted mood,
while whistling a sweet sound—
forgot what I had found
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there’s a hole in my head
where the wounds of reason seep;
all words are dead inside my head—
what’s left is dark ’n deep
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I’ll always live
and always die
on the event horizon
of my mind’s eye,
where the flash
of neuronal fires
flowers into
sudden epiphany— --
Lone traveler
A journey that only once last,
From birth to death a unique cast.
We cross million milestone on our way,
Sometimes with purpose, or to escape our dismay.
For so many faces, we come through;
Some memories or experience that just outgrew.
But even though with a lot around;
A traveler is still alone, world ward bound.
Because for all we may face or suffer,
Its ourselves who learn, or may makes us tougher.
Nature’s beauty, God’s creation,
Human sarcasm, a routine visualization.
None left forbidden with this irony of life,
Every now and then, may discover that nostalgic vibe.
Scrutiny of his journey, accomplished by himself,
Inference drawn, enforced on oneself.
Life is a journey, as they may say;
Between truth and lies, the traveler sways.
Time comes when high road is taken,
Time comes when its dealt low.
People may vary with ups and down,
But on genuine path, a traveler is lone.
None phases of life left spared,
For we may believe on that, “one” handler,
Miles to go, long road to cover,
By, ‘us’ the, “lone traveler”.
PRATEEK SHUKLA
Bodyweight !.. I constantly gain..
Diet Regime ..gone in vain...
My body- totally out of shape..
Gymnasium is a total waste!
Huge shoes and clothes size-jumbo,
They tease me"Fatty Little Bumbo".
They say I'm fat and call me a ball,
Or they say I am huge wall.
Elephant, Hippo , they call me animal names,
All these words put me to total shame..
Hydrogen balloon , I am to some,
Hurting comments..yet I keep mum..
With tears rolling down my chubby cheeks..
Lonely and dejected I sit on the beach..
"Yes I'm Fat!", I scream aloud..
"Yet I'm happy and very proud!"
Confidence rises with my self esteem,
Happy and joyful, now I seem,
To all hurting comments, with a "Thank you" I smile
Leaving commenters surprised for a while..
Slowly though, one day they ask..
"Don't you feel like taking us to task ?"
"We hurt you and call out names to you..
And you only respond with a polite Thank you?"
To Them I say "Yes!, I'm fat..
So you tell me how to solve that ?
All diet and efforts have gone in vain..
Does that mean I live in shame ?"
"Comments from you , the beautiful!
Are compliments for me -the ugly fat Bull!"
My words make them feel terrible..
For ridiculing me they feel miserable..
Soon, towards me their attitudes change..
"Lady!! You are very beautiful! " together they claim
"Your inner beauty triumphs over our appearance..
Fat is Ugly..is our wrong inference.."
"Ultimate beauty !..is the beauty within...
That matters more..than being thin.".
Then they say "You are a gorgeous little beauty"..
And I wink" A gorgeous little fatty"!!
Stuck inside of a nightmare
lookin' like I might just slight tear
myself from the light there right
barely a knife couldn't share me a slice of the right hare
even if I slice up the bright hair
this rave is still goin' downhill
now will they break away the paint on the brain?
how will they shake the pain?
bow down, to the great
the main reason MrLee awaits mystery
a maze missing me, amazed history
amazing, believe me, relieve me
I need relief to be easy, not so cheesy
Halloween-e, how'd you see me?
it's because the age blistering me
withering me, slithering
to literally killing the literacy
that liberates the chemistry
within the matrix, the realer traces
hearin' say **** with a blade in my clenched fist
for the mistress makin' my breakfast
takin' my senses
breakin' the benches
remaining a mention to sayin' the restless
I rest less, but the best don't sow that much on the mattress
get a match that's gonna match up
get the cash that's gonna stack up
like you're packed up full of mad guns
automatic, automated better on the fantasy adding the Adam, Eve
every ladder we ever thought about climbin'
how about dyin', lyin' for tight things
making what's left just sound bad for the right things
the writings, I write these
don't fight me, I fight free and fiesty
like fireflies in a firefight
gun's and knives, some'll bite
some'll try to like me
other's will be like me
mother's want to rise me
brothers want to raise me
take me to a paradise, sea in paradox
where it stops sharin' all of my careless thoughts
careless pot to grow the pear
this brain to rot what's even there
I might be a demon or a semen
either way, a difference would make a difference
in inference, I interfere with interest
to fit inside this little chest of simpleness
Your face contorts in a twisted effort
Plaintive in non-decorous reverberation
A terrain around a pair of distant orbs
Lost in extemporaneous consternation
To ward off the fear of unwanted evanescence
Upon the wanton revelation
Of a day you wish had never existed
Tremors beset a set of fingers
While the mind steadies the hand that lights
A random electric cigarette to calm the nerves
That being the fact of how you face facts
Always taking an indirect approach
Which has led to the current page of fate
And the smoke from nothing rises
Of nothing, to nothing, vaporous memories
Images of shadows addressing empty chairs
Avoiding the real elephants in the rooms
Treating image as symbol pointing to symbol
God is a symbol of God type thought
Abstractions that shy away from syllogism
The twisted logic of counter-inference
This may not be what you think it is
(Depending who you are and where you stand)
But you will fall back into your own constructs
And reconfirm the calcified habits of defection
In tandem with the anthem of rigorous rejection
Of all that follows a labyrinthine trail of thought
And seek out digressive thought patterns
A complete refusal to sit on concrete
And count the chips on palm of hand
Daydreams of consummate approaches
Please show me a thigh; I mean, a sign
Followed by a sigh, of the kind
That follows such frames of mind
If I could would I
See a ME in a subtle
Mirror try
Not successful by
Trying to look the
Reflection in the eye
If I would could I
Stir an abyss at the
End of try
And Make an inference
Different like, a subtle
Mirror cry
Strange--the journey set upon,
for I have never traveled
seeking just to close in finally
on home. I would see it only
as an inference laid bare
as I would strip away each incident
that stained it, cover it with
physicality, expose it to
the mothering of earth and sky
and finally betray it with a
death or life, which to be valid
must include each other.
And that is just beginning.
Intangibles are stubborn beasts,
and where was I? I could no longer
wrap myself in second-hand opinions,
assumed cachet, or
the wisdom of my peers. Time
and its attendant rite
already hastened those along.
But consciousness is in control.
Its mentor is the sun,
I, its pale moon with no light
of its own, its surface shallow,
with serenity I do not feel.
One alone with quiet thought
finds time's reward draws closer still.
Who am I?
An imposter, I may well conclude
and in a breath, a thief,
albeit lavish in beneficence,
who stole another's air.
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