Best Ingenuous Poems
Fresh...novel - ingenuous in this nifty world of poetry
The congregation of well-versed and eloquent poets
Reflexion occupied and inhabited within your bosom
Comments - indited and penned by your hand,
Enunciated and explicated by your psyche
Behind of what is envisioned and construed
Philia augmented and fruited
Yielding the sweets in acquaintanceship
Not just co-writers
Not just gurus and advisers who meliorates and nurtures me
Competent as it can be
But buddies and intimates who're TIED UP
Great sophisticated poet - Nette
Words of heart so new -Nikko
Unbars the door of wisdom - Dr. Ram
Now,we've educed this bind - never loose...
* Jun-jun Villanueva
*Nette Onclaud
*Nikko Palmario
*Dr. Ram Mehta
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Categories:
ingenuous, friendship
Form:
Free verse
"Treasure Box"
The etymologist considered "themselves" singular;
like a butterfly collector they pulled the pincushion
out from the treasure box and proceeded to capture words
pinning them to every wall, they felt a certain kind release,
voodoo prayers ran through their mind subliminally,
the agony of adjectives and verbs being kept
beside ampersands conjoining objective pronouns subjectively
was a fluttering kind of let loose ecstacy
their creation connubial was escoteric, beautiful and ingenuous
and insanely free, in a voyeuristic sense, the art was in the act,
the pleasure was in the generosity of letting them all fly free
Candide Diderot. ‘24
“Collected specimens can be identified to species using genitalic dissections and other internal and external anatomy that only can be studied through microscope work on a pinned specimen. The preparation of the wings spread and legs out, makes all features easily seen, including ones you will never see in a live insect.”
“Gently insert a sharp pin between the veins on the front edge of the left forewing and pull the forewing into place. Place a strip of paper over the left wing and insert pins to hold the forewing in place. Make sure you place the pins around the wing and not through it.”
Categories:
ingenuous, muse,
Form:
Free verse
Silently you smiled from far peeping me
Smiled silently with mind of lonely
Smiled from far seeing me
Peeped through the chink of door
You’re looking what I had done
Smiled with luscious lips of bending new moon
You smiled on my wearing lungi on fatty belly
From far you smiled soothingly
But when I wanted to be closed on your smiling
then you moved away other side,
You’re smiling on my activities that-
what I’d been eating, what I’d been drinking,
what I’d been watching, what I’d been reading
You smiled and peeped always me
when I wore official cloths
then you smiled,
when I got out to office
then you smiled
smiled an innocent fair smiling
from far silently
When I came back to home from office
I found you staring on me with adoring smiling,
You looked at me through window sash
How I’d been changing the official dress
How I’d been refreshing myself
How I’d been showering by tube well water
You stared me standing under coconut tree
Lamp of evening lit up in your home
Also my mother lit up the candle light, hurricane
Over the sky, God also lit up the evening light
by the full moon and twinkling stars,
When I went to your ingenuous staring
and said on that true light- I love you.
You left me without reply by smiling
This was much known to me
and you went to your own home of mind
By course of time- All moments had been passing on,
passing on the day, the week and the month.
You, only, gave smiling,
Smiled on me with lovely face, graceful lips
This immaculate, flawless, graceful smiling
I loved very much,
I said on uncountable true lights,
on flawless shining of sun, many times-
I, only, love you. Do you love me?
No answer you gave me without silent smiling,
without sight of mysterious eyes,
without hypnotizing power of dancing body
on your went back zigzag path of smiling
(Continuous)
-October 31, 2018 Chattogram
Categories:
ingenuous, how i feel, lost
Form:
Prose Poetry
To be blessed
May the Lord Almighty set me free
To peacefully pace in His island’s lee
When the vice storms in a lusty surge
And Eden earth is thrashed with its scourge
When ethics to the right, to the left, adrift
And loosely swings in the tiring rift
When trains of thoughts on logic cease
And apothegms of love are trampled apiece
When war and war and war and no peace
And themes of strife are the best release
When peacemakers procrastinate
And terms of truce wholly terminate
When vacant words are in phoniness drenched
And policy pageants of the world are clenched
When nations forswear ingenuous deeds
And on travesties their heartache feeds
When hearts are sullied by Lies and Sins
And eyes deny afflicted beings
When stingy hands, know none to lend
And on vagrant feet sufferings descend
When man misdoubts “where is the Lord”?
And “when will He drum his heavenly chord”?
I pray to the Lord to set me free
For a blessed soul, I wish to be
Categories:
ingenuous, devotion, spiritual, world,
Form:
Rhyme
by Michaelw1two
Poetic writes speak volumes too,
this profound nature of humanity;
expression’s glyph or determination’s rift,
each soothing rhyme or base profanity;
provoke of consciousness that drift,
so casually or with rude insanity;
furiously incite or simultaneously delight,
set straight a thought or induce banality;
unconscious rubric struggles forth,
within the cleave of line, phrase and meter;
guides a casual readership towards,
all present trends hidden in a bard’s demeanor;
exposing just who seems ubiquitous, who is ingenuous,
or just simply stubbornly ridiculous;
one’s sensuality splayed, our generosity bade,
your critical natures shown meticulous;
senses not semantics, rule of roles revised,
lines of life’s romantic, cleverly devised;
discovering our thoughts on everything,
exposing our minds to Id and ideals contrived;
methods breached lift conclusion’s reach,
an ill-advised tome reaps the thought’s divine;
nurtured reasoning replaced by jest,
releases the distain hidden within a mind’s set plein;
within this relief be it muse or beast,
rests an orators mirth, or an epic myth’s imply;
poetic license freed, such a thing indeed,
that “cat’s meow” bests a graven image’s belie;
metaphors and idioms when used correct,
add intrigue and delight to a word works vamp;
bathos taps one’s inner laugh, hyperboles,
release a poem’s waft, jape and poet’s stamp;
pleonasms reinforce, oxymora juxtapose,
litotes understate, analogies delineate… cognition;
and irony, an express of verbal, dramatic,
cosmic or Socratic, lead to a write’s ideal fruition;
understanding each of these parts implores,
partnership between, these particles and that of yours;
expressing the limits of personal tastes and so much more,
you, your dreams, schemes, hates, fears, tears and rapport;
binding together all of US, and create the bonds that thus sustain,
poetry to living life, to easing strife, within the poet’s world domain.
Michael WalkerJohn
Categories:
ingenuous, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
I wonder, sitting in the corner,
mulling over the child cleaning tabletop for the owner;
Owner of the shop where i am drinking tea,
And feeling sad about the boy's plea.
I rose from my seat-
Moving ahead with trembling feet.
Then offered him a piece of cake,
Which he took gloomily and mutely ate.
As if his eyes questioning me:
“Could this piece of cake,
Change my unfortunate fate?
Is this really the ending of my all work and toil?
Will I be able to play like other (children) on the same soil?”
I could feel his desire’s ocean,
I was moved by his seamless notions.
I wish I could write sweet memories on his life’s pages,
Wish I could free him from entanglements, the bondages.
How he desired of getting freedom from his master’s rule:
And how he must be longing to go to school!!
Desire that I could stop his sufferings, agony and pain,
Could lessen his grief, could save his life passing in vain.
Every child hath the privileges to live thou childhood the ingenuous way:-
But the innumerable innocent questions remain unanswered.
Undiscovered – the child’s mind so curious,
Alas! The vice of old brains created child labor:
The unjust thought itself makes me so furious.
Categories:
ingenuous, childhood, child, longing, child,
Form:
Free verse
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This chill
'fore me
collides with mine flesh
full of life
ingenuous life
'gainst mine flesh
In the wrap of the cabin
with the hearth just kindling
and our hearts and flesh tingling
close 'gainst
the rough of mine chest
her breasts
Categories:
ingenuous, first love, together, true
Form:
Free verse
If you think the English language is easy to speak,
Perhaps you have a thing, or two, to learn.
You might say “axed” when you mean “asked”
When is it appropriate to say “dang,” “darn,” or “durn?”
“Advice” or “advise,” ”accept” or “except,” --a curse
Tempted to use “illicit” when you mean “elicit?”
Misusing “averse” when you mean “adverse?”
If you are not careful, you will completely botch it.
“Farther” and “further” are especially difficult:
One describes distance, the other quantity, or degree,
“Hanged” or “hung” present similar predicaments,
In both cases one word should do, but don’t “axe” me.
Who knew “ingenious” and “ingenuous” aren’t the same,
And few folks get “nauseous” and “nauseated” right.
Do you have “relatives” or “relations” or “relationships?”
If you want to quote an authority, do you use “site” or “cite”?
What is the difference between “already” and “all ready?”
Which one is correct “could care less” or “couldn’t care less?
Not to mention when you use “altogether” or “all together,”
Is it “there’s” “theirs,” “they’re”, its or it’s --what a mess!
“Continual” or “continuous,” and “fewer” or “less,”
“Conscience” and “conscious” lead some folks astray.
Are you “enthused” or “enthusiastic,” “infer” or “imply?
I hesitate to bring up the inevitable “can” or “may!”
So, “them” or “those” foreigners should learn "our tongue;"
It’ll make life simpler, “to,” “two” or “too,” for everyone.
“Who” or “whom?” -- please, let’s give these folks a break
Because English is not so easy, when all is said and done!
Categories:
ingenuous, language, spoken word, writing,
Form:
Didactic
Rear view mirror
Objects, objectively put, are closer
than they appear. But it doesn’t say it all.
With the fair signs that spewed forth once turning to
a slew of pre-twitter pseudo- tweets since.
I once put it down In form Octa-Tri :
In rhyme scheme: aab, bb, ccc .
(“ At the wheel
At night. Uneasy feel.
Narrow misses, though, in nobody’s midst.
Rows of reflectors mark lanes glaring through the mist,
Comforting coolness and sultry night coexist .
Cell service zones change, ding-dongs the phone
Heart fluttering alone
Night unknown”.)
A row of earthy images it failed
rather than showed ,images with eerie
librations and weary nutations .Which
was not Physics, but physiognomy of life.
Like when bashed by kiddy badasses and
basic arithmetic, or when up higher ,
combative but math a behemoth
all the same, and guided perfunctorily
often, and rarely with the right intent.
In the peccadilloes- round, the Tintern
Abbey Sycamore also loomed dour sans
creativity , but the three trees on
the low sky made sense , and then on to
T.ds. equations and tedious times
soured by sleep and steep sloth.
Ingenious in fair measure , now turning
ingenuous on the proving grounds , after,
in the space of a couple of cusps of
light and sound mom was no more and we
whimpered and simpered under a dad who cared
but did not seem to, in his straight-faced mode
Then came falsely flashing , faintly fuming ,
slapdash years of machines and mega hertz,
eggs and vegs, sex and senescence to remain
for ever weighed down by the wayside whey.
Bringing-up-kids-banality apart
( fed mainly on meds for just cough that recurred);
preferring palm-frond’s loftiness cum
deprivation to urban up-for-grabs
benefaction; and the mess of docs, deaths
and a mossy crock of living pain since.
And all the dicey way , never patted
but p(f)anned; tweaked , untweaked ; harmed, ex-harmed;
banked on , debunked ; short-changed, sort-of-changed ;
lumbering on , alive and a-slumbering
and if anything wondering if it’s
not all the mirror’s prim fault
which never once showed my face.
Categories:
ingenuous, life,
Form:
Free verse
I live in a big city where the mother earth blessed us
with the friendly climate, refreshing greeneries and crops
So you can enjoy the serene beauty and forget stress
Since it's a rainfed area,farming relies on rain drops
The pongal- Festival of year harvest, is to unite
the city people despite their religious caste stages
Brihadeeswara temple,inscribed on UNESCO's site
Airavateswar temple, surviving thousand ages
Have convoluted stone carvings and intricate sculptures
Our lady of Lourdes Basilica,Nagore dargah are
nearer to us and we consider them as our treasures
Generous,obliging and ingenuous people we're
No religious split among us,Christians will go to mosques
Hindus to churches,Muslims to temples,we are unique
Categories:
ingenuous, beautiful, blessing, culture,
Form:
Sonnet
I don’t really know how to begin this piece
Because you qualify in every sense to be my niece
But you have offered in my troubled heart, inconceivable peace
And for you, this poem – I have decided to deduce
I feel no shame in this truthful admittance
Because in you I have found an ingenuous acquaintance
An acquaintance who is every inch worthy of my benevolence…
I’m still finding it difficult to understand your longstanding tolerance
Even in the wake of my recent repulsive aberrance
You have never showed any signs of abhorrence
In your presence I have a wonderful ambience
And I can’t simply imagine how I would cope with your absence
In you I have a trustworthy alliance
An alliance who will provide for me every needed assistance
Categories:
ingenuous, caregiving, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, love
Form:
Sonnet
I have lived in other northern towns
with the loud noise of scooters,
of racing cars that deafened the ears,
but in this town of very soft sounds
the lowest sound is a canary
that wakes me whenever he pleases;
I simply named him," Happy "
for his harmonious chirps so groovy.
In my younger years,
it didn't matter much where I lived,
now it does; the clean street flanked
by beautiful oak trees
is the perfect heaven created by ingenuous hands
that foresaw a happy living...
and with flora and fauna enduring,
all the revealed beauty is shared in joyful moments.
Whenever another sunset approaches,
silence soothes the lonely soul in contemplation;
the children have gone home, the ravens
don't croak, it's time for prayer and meditation...
Categories:
ingenuous, blessing, day, green, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
you are my great love forever
You are pure as the crystalline water,
Soft as the breeze of the sea,
Brilliant as the Morning star,
cute as the moonlight night…
You are candy as the honey,
Fort as the lion,
Infinite as the sky,
It exempted as the bird that flies…
You are precious as a rare jewel,
Magic as an oasis in the desert,
amazing as the clear street,
Penetrating as one to look at so close…
You are sincere as the true word,
yummy as the candy .
Efficient as one it shoots an arrow flew true,
Captivating as a passion heal without..
You are ingenuous as the flower,
Delicate as the nobility,
Perpetual as the true love,
Perfect as to the proper nature.
you are my true love my duncan te amo forever
OF CEIZAR FOR MY DEAR DUNCAN TE AMO
Categories:
ingenuous, lovecandy, love, , cute,
Form:
Verse
WORDS FROM MY SOUL!
I promised to be
honest with my soul
Even if you think
something else is
happening in my mind
I love to sing, play
& dance with your
voice!
I need your spirit
to enlighten my joy!
It's easy for you,
just think about me;
And listen : Here is
my soul talking to
you:
“
He says I love this
white dove
My heart will stop
beating if you don’t
look at me!
I’ve found the world
; dark and blessed ,
I have one concern:
Losing you & I’d be
dead!
Grace fills your
eyes as a jewel;
Like the effect of
your ingenuous
smile!
I read your glance
that brightens my
eyes
I hear someone says
: Wow! That’s so
nice!
In turn & I see
someone invisible
That’s Don Juan, Who
murmurs :
impossible!
At the moment I hear
another voice;
He speaks to my
soul, as I’m in his
house:
"Oh dear friend !
why do you
constantly
contemplate?
You look above ,
from the down till
falling of shadowy
nights?
Leaves the sky, look
into your soul!”
When I looked around
more precisely ;
I suddenly
recognized him! It
was Victor.H !
(Victor Hugo)
As he was
disappearing in the
night, he added:
"Have love! & charm
your time!
Because soon you
will find in her
beautiful eyes:
Original pleasures
!
And a mysterious
smile! "
After he disappeared
in the dark , I got
alone again …
I began throwing
strange noises into
space.
Nobody responds, I
was in a desert!
And my soul began
crying in tears;
I think it is enough
listening to my
heart!
It suffers from the
a sweet pain :
Which is your love,
that keeps smiling
in my tears!
Moein - From 16 to
18 November 2009
*Translation of my
prior poem"Les
Paroles de mon ame"
Categories:
ingenuous, adventure, dance, emotions, encouraging,
Form:
Lyric
Here my story begins,
here I stand,
facing the world all alone;
It all began with one lady he ladied,
One boy she boyded and sugared,
Just to finish in the net of Mr. Death.
Hah!
How painful it is,
How hurt it is for the poor boy.
Meanwhile he stood by their graves,
Mourning and weeping,
Cursing the world,
And doubting the Lord His God,
Having no one to shade the tears with,
To neither sympathize nor comfort.
The community sad pointing accusing fingers here and there,
Blaming the uncle and aunt,
Speaking of nothing other than slow poison and witch craft,
One after the other murmured in his belly,
Pasting sympathious faces,
But ignoring the happened,
Few weeks after the happened,
Came Doctor Okiriki James,
Native of the community, son of the soil
HIV/AIDS is a reality,
Make your HIV/AIDS test
In order to know your status,
Those were his words
As he moved round the village,
Whispering on his karaka bicycle;
It was spoken by men, women and children
Sand as many times as possible
Over the radio and shown on the T.V.
With the ingenuous aid
Of Doctor Okiriki James,
The orphan went in for an HIV/AIDS test.
Hellas!
You are HIV positive,
But that’s not the end of life.
With this status
You are still capable of doing
A lot of things…
Yes,
Words of comfort
And advice,
What have I done to deserve all these?
What curse?
In which world am I found?
The poor boy questioned,
Murmured
And doubted the future,
If only his parents knew,
If only he knew and talked to them,
If only,
Doctor he doctored,
Son the doctor answered,
What should I do?
First you have to know there is no cure for HIV/AIDS,
But you can take anti-retro viral drugs
To slow down its destruction of the immune system,
Take good care of your self,
Eat well, especially fruits
For the body needs them.
Don’t get into
Any unprotected sex with any one
And don’t expose objects stained with your blood.
Doctor he doctored again,
Thanks very much,
I have heard you and I will do as you say...
Categories:
ingenuous, life, world, drug,
Form:
Free verse