Best Ingenuity Poems
God’s new day awaits at the horizon’s gate.
The star of freedom rests amid the dawn.
It has been no less than a 400 year wait,
For a sign this age is about to be born.
No nation can expect to exist forever,
If all of its people are not totally free.
Chaining another’s neck is not clever;
For God’s liberty you will no longer see.
From the slave cabin to the prison cell,
God’s people’s journey has been.
Satan taught the bondman well—
Why America couldn’t possibly win.
Now the bodies of the oppressed demand rights,
And their oppressed souls are looking for peace.
The ballot boxes can offer many delights,
In this present age of political caprice.
The people have decided they want a change,
Since the contemporary world offers a marvelous deal.
And now that we know what God can arrange,
We will not settle for anything not real.
imagination
i n s p i r e s
ingenuity
FIRST PLACE
July 15, 2021
" In Just A Few Words" 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
S - soothing is
T - the view
A - astral glitter engrossed my
I - irises
R - rarely has something held me so captive
W- waking my senses
A - alignment not a factor
Y - yesterday forgotten
T - time has no place here
O - only the now -
T - takes me on a journey where
H - hours are like minutes
E - even trying to hold onto worries
S - seems futile
T - there is so much joy, so much
A - admiration in God's creation a
R - riveting testimony of His
S - superior power
By: Wilma Neels
©210220121360
we junkies don't have a bank or checking account
we just keep shooting dope as our troubles mount
we never heard about the concept of an annuity
all we have is junkie ingenuity
we take things other people throw away and turn it into cash
we can use spittle and bubble gum to heal any rash
what other's consider useless we use to our advantage
and after healing that rash we use masking tape for a bandage
we find things people consider gargage and hoard it away
just in case we may need it one day
we can find something in an old ragged box
and use it to pick out suckers and locks
other people see things as items to fleetingly dispose of
while we use them to rise beyond and above
men can create a tuxedo out of a lovely woman's dress
and use a rock to turn an old lady's head into a bloody mess
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To Babylonians, Ptolemy (and me),
The night sky was a glittering sea.
They called them all stars
But (including Mars)
These “observers” were startled to see…
That charting their heavenly courses
And imagining bears, crabs and horses
They moved thru the seasons
But for confounding reasons
Some obeyed differing forces.
They called them “Wandering Stars”.
(We know planets are now what they are.)
But since we conquered the moon,
Who’d have thought that so soon,
From THEIR faces we'd look back at ours.
So transmission lag notwithstanding,
The space craft survived thru its landing,
But a plan to research
From an aerial perch
Was at one time beyond understanding.
Over six years a drone flight was planned.
Could it take off and land on command?
NASA asked it to fly
And did it comply?
TODAY HISTORY WITNESSED FIRSTHAND!
wikipedia.org/wiki/Ingenuity_(helicopter)
No existence without desire
No desire without killing conscious
No killing without motive
No motive without conduct
No conduct without genes
No actions without sense
No human without yearning
No help without expectation
No joy without anguish
No success without hurdles
No beauty without annihilation
No being without love
No growth without labour
No life without food
No food without water
No kiss without touching lips.
No sight without eyes
No taste without tongue
No smell without nose
No moon light without sun
Nothing is there without something.
Everyone has a special talent
Everyone has some special skills
Nothing is eternal under the tent
Everyone is entitled to some special deals
Who are we to prejudge or judge?
Who are we to refuse to budge?
Once in a while, comes a little surprise
Most of the time, it is no good to surmise
No one is the same, no one is perfect
We all have to do our best, to be correct
There is only one first time
No one has the same shade of paint
Lemon is yellow, and different is lime
Everyone has a different talent.
Copyright © October 2016, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
sky is the limit
first historic flight on Mars
~ ingenuity
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NASA's Mars helicopter Ingenuity successfully made the historic first controlled flight on another planet today, April 19, 2021, at 3:34 a.m. ET.
He came from the Dust Bowl in a terrible time
When his family were stricken with broken, dirt covered dreams.
The patchwork wooden shack they slept and ate in had all but tumbled
To a fate no one could repair or even had the desire to.
No crops, no means to grow anything to eat
In this sterile, fruitless, barren land they called home-
A time when the only thing farmers could harvest was your dreams.
There was very little left in his world except suffering.
He was a good boy like his name, and a small boy, not born that way,
But fashioned by his lack of sustenance.
His life was laden with monumental emptiness and boredom
Enduringly waiting for better things to come.
He would make his own toys to play with
Out of anything that was some sort of surplus in his world of poverty.
And when he had nothing more except himself,
His idleness was spent by creating a circle dance-
A spiral game, to turn his spirit into a liberation to his salvation.
Singing a song he would bring his feet together to shuffle side by side
While creating his whirling motion like an old "spinning top" he used to have.
Round and round he would turn until he could turn no more
To finally stop as if some invisible force straight up and grabbed him.
His world spun around him, magically becoming a carousel
Where he heard music, laughter and felt giddy happiness
As he rode on the great white horse of his choice
Traveling with this bright and joyous carnival fancy
Taking him to a place where hardship lost its meaning.
He would perform his dance time after time
No one ever really cared about it,
After all what was a young restless boy to do?
They never called him by his real name - Johnny Goodfellow
They always called him "Dizzy"
A name that would stick with him his entire long-lived life,
And follow him on a distant road of misadventure
Hard work, uninviting places, and downright unfriendly folks.......
But it didn't matter - he had learned early how to make his world alright
September 2, 2019
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a fallen log lies in the yard.
Can imagination rescue and recycle it?
Beauty of flowers could enhance and warm it
stump of an oak
ingenuity could possibly salvage it
healthy green plant can enlighten and enliven it
all it takes is an idea person
with touch of a master gardener
My neighbor shows proof of this
All over her yard
I see and am intrigued and delighted
Wondering if I could ever replicate her
enthusiasm and imagination?
I miss you, yes you.
Where have you been?
Were you hiding or hibernating?
Your strong will and encouragement I seek,
Those inspired words you speak.
Always true to yourself,
Even if people gave you hell.
You stay cool, calm and collective,
Don’t let cruel gossip be infective.
Where have you been?
Did something happened unforeseen?
You don’t let peoples’ hate broke you down,
You make sure you stand your ground.
I know, their behavior caused sometimes pain,
You try to refrain, not think or react on it,
It makes your sometimes sick.
Don’t worry my ingenuity friend,
The two of us will stay true friends.
You are my soul, and I am your body,
Together we ride our storms till the end.
Cool
grandson
is unmoved
by convention.
Place has no value
except as it connects
to young imagination.
My elf ladders are not missing;
Spiderman and Robin need a bridge
to cross the creek that runs under 'Cool's' bed.
There are no buildings there to climb upon.
One busy mind fixated on need
ingenuity moves forward.
He is now outside; I see
my garden hose inside
arched thru a window.
One speedy shove
stays 'Cool's' creek
from its
course.
I stand by my assertion Mars has next-to-zero AIR
That justifies my skeptical view AIRcraft can't fly there
But in my poem composing, I did leave myself an 'out'
I can't have people thinking I'm a foolish clueless lout!
We knew already JPL and NASA pull such tricks
as to convince Terrestrials they're Total Clever Dicks
Inventive and resourceful and most ingenious
They made an 'Ingenuity' whose flights were seen by us!
My admiration for their work is second to no one.
I learn from them, my mind expands, with elements of fun...
Our Solar System's large enough to hold much mystery
So can those T.C.D.s progress in solving them? Let's see!
Now this is quite ingenious whatd'ya think
Using the old noodle when life's on the brink
Listen up dear pupils
Saves oodles and oodles
Not just another pretty face wink wink
You said miracle,
I said,
You said salvation,
I said it was ingenuity.
Miracle miracle,
It's a trick.
Peace, peace,
Greetings.
You said dhikr dhikr,
I said idea idea,
You said bliss,
I said it was ingenuity.
From dhikr to idea,
It's a trick.
Felicity Felicity,
Bliss is ingenuity.
Birdman Father Yunus Kokan