Best Inputs Poems
As they loomed through the sacred grove,
With staffs of Oak and Mistletoe,
Casting Oghams to the wind,
These men are wise with strength within.
They know the secrets of the trees,
And all the critters that live with these,
Once the kings would sort their counsel,
But they are the Wren, out from the wing.
First Irish chief had three eagle feathers,
Where the Bards were called the Fili,
In three worlds they would venture,
For three is sacred to the order, as is Awen.
The king is the eagle in the Duir (oak)
But the Druid is the wren that flys out from his wing.
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The Native Americans have a similar story it goes something like:
As the Eagle soared and was about to claim his kingdom,
Out popped a little wren from under his wing, and flew a few feet higher,
declaring, yes, gaze upon your king, it is I!
In conclusion: It is ok to ride on the coat tail of others as we all do, but at
some point, we all must go out there and make our own path, or own inputs.
For the wren’s nest is also the Druid’s house.
Categories:
inputs, image, inspirational, magic,
Form:
Free verse
”Oh hermit, our eye cannot be single ~
unless polarities within mingle”
~ quote by poet
Narrow is our perception,
leading to misconception,
which if we take to be true,
makes delusional our view.
Sensory inputs and mind
an inexorable bind,
yet within the gap, the pause,
we may escape from its jaws.
Polarity interchange
frees our soul's cognition range,
by abiding in silence,
resting thought form violence.
Sans thought, awareness heightens
because load on heart lightens
but most take this as fiction,
due to thinking addiction.
To transcend mind, we rest thought,
whence no longer by fears fraught,
we see ourselves as we are,
luminous like yonder star.
What silence ushers is this:
we imbibe love, light and bliss,
which radiates within form,
propelled by magnetism warm.
Obtaining spherical sight,
entwined with bliss beat delight,
as we slowly come undone,
we see God and soul are one.
Looking back, we now can see,
that whence free from our mind tree
and on adding love to cart,
we sense God within each heart.
Categories:
inputs, perspective, spiritual, wisdom,
Form:
Jueju
He opens learners’ hearts with the key of kindness;
passionately plant in them the seeds of success
and watch them grow in the garden of greatness.
Talk about a terrific teacher.
He wields words from the wellspring of wisdom
to water worm-wheat in the field of freedom...
and shield them from the throne of thralldom;
Talk about a terrific teacher.
He tells his students the lore of love and life,
and the right use of rocket, rifle and knife
to save them from baseless storms and strife;
Talk about a terrific teacher.
He wakes up each day with this golden goal:
To tenderly touch each pupil's spirit and soul,
and make their broken bones worthy and whole.
Talk about a terrific teacher.
He prays for each pupil to have an honourable heart,
out of which will flow the beauty of eternal art
so they can be sincere, sensible and smart.
Talk about a terrific teacher.
He is a mentor with a matchless mission,
practicing what he preaches with pure passion;
his friends are spurred to have a vibrant vision.
Talk about a terrific teacher.
When winter’s wool and whirlwind betide,
and the streams of life roar in stormy tide;
he gives warm words to guard and guide...
Talk about a terrific teacher.
Examination is not just a test of intelligence;
it is also a test of creativity and confidence...
his students enjoy inspiring independence.
Talk about a terrific teacher.
In poor pupils, he see a pool of great possibilities,
he teaches them to tap from the oasis of opportunities
springing in their desert of difficulties...
Talk about a terrific teacher.
Some folks are only interested in high income;
he looks out for inspiring inputs and learning outcome...
his job is to make the future bright and awesome.
Talk about a terrific teacher.
Categories:
inputs, high school, student, teacher,
Form:
Monorhyme
It has become painfully obvious that the only way to be heard
is to pay through the nose to be a lifetime nerd,
the way to be read in on this sight
is to pay through the nose with disdain-unslight
the drivel/dribble practicum that is profound in it's reading
is a joke, sickening jest this side of profane with often open ended
vocab blur bleeding from a finger up my butt countenance, hey I can be a pooret
yet as in all ways money that talks/squalks/walk the bills
up/on cuming and its resolute intercourse interims the slash good words for the sentient freefall to the ills of my **** really mean/matters/ ratiorationale reticient/demeanor/demonstrative/destructive co cliff effervicient
sentient fecal savored poetic prickprofundity perversing on pisspoor gobetweens
prepostured with sitesucking positiveprevelance performance preludes of lifetime member promises. GoThe usual suspects figure.
As GMarx once reveled in his Libra coutenance, "I would not want to belong to a any club that would have me as a member"! So be it as u quali/quasi/qualify your
intermiserable inputs from lowly wantobe"poets"? Really, where do you get this chum encrusted fecal crap?? Love, beholding, misery, misertudes of life and sequesters of social misfitted miserdoms as to your innane, irrelevant, idiotic, interpretation of the serial social merits of human america and its poetic sense, and the globe as it is. I haplessly hope that in the humo state of written wrongs that u hate my stuff sur-plenty of desolution row and the good of for what it's worth in my non sequential birthday of sixty something nothings per social senses.
my money nevertalks, even on this lice level. D--aaamn.
Never let it me be told that for me
to be hold in an equal fake frequence with all of the hard-on Dr. Filth viagra statue status that I can speak from my borrowed loaned loins and be heard to a pro poem status dollar of signoff significance.
I know I am being obtuse and indifferent as I don't want to play the $$$ poe whore game that would catapult me to the upper stratosphere of a poetic Zeus, Oden and the like in your eyes, as talent not matters. WTFE. But alas
keep me in your prostratic/pussitic poetic poison prism, Dave. "I have always depended on the kindness of strangers". Otherwise, FU. Keep the faith.
Categories:
inputs, america, community, dedication, destiny,
Form:
Free verse
THANK YOU FOR YOUR RECENT SUBMISSION
REVISED, RE-READ and RECONSIDERED it but REGRET
To decide not to include it in our issue next.
WISH YOU LUCK IN YOUR FUTURE PURSUITS
THANK YOU FOR YOUR RECENT SUBMISSION
The editors are also writers and they too
Receive WORTHY REJECTED poems of their own
AND DON’T LIKE SENDING THEM OUT
THANK YOU FOR YOUR RECENT SUBMISSION
We will have to pass on your poems
IN FACT INDEED IMPRESSIVE INPUTS you have
UNWILLINGLY WISH you success elsewhere.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR RECENT SUBMISSION
The poem is PRETTY UNFIT to our needs for publishing
HOWEVER HORBOR HIGH HOPE for writing
WE APPRECIATE THE OPPORTUNITY TO REVIEW IT.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR RECENT SUBMISSION
To consider our magazine as an outlet
WELL WRITTEN WORTHY WORK, but regret
TO USE THIS PARTICULAR SUBMISSION
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(Oxymoron and Alliteration)
Seventh place winner in
Contest: FREE FOR ALL DO AS YOU PLEASE In honor of Charles Henderson
Categories:
inputs, funny,
Form:
Free verse
So, I'm told I have 100 billion neurons
(by someone ignorant of youth's indiscretions)
each with about a thousand synapses,
to connect its own specific grandeur or fear
to a grand of other neurons and their neuroses
and all of these cadre's and feeling tentacles
are always moving - reaching - searching,
for input and an interested listener
for minute sparks of insights they may have,
maybe a few a second, and over the course of time
they begin to add up - these datum of days
Significant amounts of minutia and marvels
in my minute-to-day-to-decade-to-lifetime
collection of me, in my own Icloud of inputs
what more could a sentient mind want but
a spoonful of sugar, and some free radicals
to really open up the ol' data pipes
BIG data, is what life's all about
these days, of statistical medians and means,
trying always to crunch our cramponed boots
to the top of the standard deviation curve
and look out at all the rest of
experience below us, our own vista of life
Racks of digitals softly hum to us in our society
and like us, this evolution (perhaps) of life
abhors to throw anything back to the world
without gleaning profit or meaning from it,
no digital potato peels or binary bones tossed
without a specific mission statement satisfied
So, it's not so different today, in "modern" times
as it was back then, when chain-mailed or toga'd
or animal skinned, or just buck-naked, we took
in everything that we could as individuals,
and stored its meaning, its grief, its joy,
part of our memories stock-in-trade for
the core analytical questions of "what?" and "why?"
© Goode Guy 2012-11-16
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_data
Categories:
inputs, computer-internet, imagination, introspection, philosophy,
Form:
Narrative
Abstract
A fresh beginning,
Like a new breath of air,
In Nature's nostalgic atmosphere!
New birth.
New beginnings.
New thoughts and ideas.
New dreams.
No matter how thinly stretched and petered out,
Or how old things made you become
Unfounded by the dumbfounded,
Begin anew!
It's like turning over a new leaf,
Declaring and deciding: "It's time
To bring out what's down inside.
Searching the self, the soul.
Energizing the spirit-energy,
Renewing the mind.
Refreshing the soul to connect
To positive inputs from sources like
Nature, people, environment.
Desiring a change from the "old".
Wanting a change from the mundane.
Casting out whatever impedes and cause to fall
Backwards instead of moving forwards.
Finding a new path along the journey.
Creeping, forcing and willing the self
Holistically towards a set goal; inch by inch.
Long steps in the past became
Noticed and were shortened
Or perhaps made not to move in
Any direction at all!
Like the "stump of Jesse"
Which grew into a large
And productive tree, Rise!
Become new and productive
Like the spring season.
If your "tree" became a "stump".
It hadn't really died!
Let it be planted by the "still waters"
With roots deep and winding around rocks
Below, like a"green olive tree";
That finds water for sustenance.
In this manner, have Faith in your Dreams
and Hopes.
Fly like an eagle to the farthest point,
Towards the dream that God has willed for you!
Categories:
inputs, courage, dream, environment, faith,
Form:
Verse
The bitter taste of efforts and the hot coal of inputs
are needed to sit on the throne of success
even the short cuts
end up more expensive and stressful
and a short ladder
is no where near the roof.
Climbing such, needs less fire
the lyrics of hard work, they may rhyme
the steps of victory, they may mime
but sooner or later, their methods
will suck like the lice
bringing down the gatherings, no matter the size.
Learn from the masters, they are the enzyme
follow the right path and make a dime
let discipline be your instructor and see it rise
embrace the phase and its taste,
which is similar to lime
cos when its over, a new will present itself
nice, fresh and full of rewards.
Making good use of the time
is an attribute of the wise
doing otherwise is a crime, not nice
and the bargain is inevitable- paying the price.
Choose correctly the ladder and be strong enough to climb,
reach the top and make it all yours.
Categories:
inputs, adventure, jobs, life,
Form:
Light Verse
Soot on LA highway signs. Billboard of you,
a real estate agent. All endeavor slides
toward inertia, extinction, forgetfulness.
It’s very tropical. Vegetation invades
the house unless constant inputs of joy
apply. The scientist in you feels the
great ape in you. The great ape feels
death growing wide. What about work?
I devote my present to my future existence.
In what way, in what sense
does one continue to resist. As
a dessicated cell, a mole of elements,
an ancient’s aura, a daguerreotype-like
shadow on a sidewalk, persistent headache,
paleolithic herbivore, potential energy, will.
Some wake up and pray, say thanks for
another day. Others curse their luck, stale breath,
the very thought of the rosy dawn makes them ill.
Lonely as leaf fall.
Nature knows no pity or self-pity
according to antiquity, the roof soot of the city.
I admire fire, tools and ore. Agriculture.
Cities, empire. Trading and taking (war).
Numbers, counting, writing. Libraries, discoveries, zero.
And the single-minded universe
that’s only a paper moon
without your love.
Categories:
inputs, city, death, future, house,
Form:
Verse
iFactory Reset
Written by Brett Somers
On 4-13-16
{Thank you for calling iFactory Reset}
{Name?}
Brett
{Device Type?}
Human
{IMEI code?}
***-xx-xx34
{What is it you’re calling for?}
Memory's faded
Processor’s jaded
Bios clock is ticking too fast
Program glitches
From a complicated past
Life files beyond defrag
Inputs too many
So they lag
Outputs not enough to complete the day
Home drive support is missing
No relational database
Barely even a tuple array
Can’t get X’s and O’s
From 1’s and 0’s
My touch screen is frozen pink
It’s been over a year
Since I’ve had a good sync
And there’s a certain user bug
I just can’t shrug
Without overheating
This computer’s mug
So please at last
Will you reset my past?
My info’s backed up in the cloud
If that many gigabytes are aloud
{Processing…Waiting…}
{Processing…Waiting…}
{Human Incompatibility Error}
{Processing Rejected}
Perhaps it’s best that there’s not a computer
Beneath this chest
Since pain and suffering
Gives a human zest
Maybe life isn’t a program after all
Perhaps I’m not predestined to fall
A computer at times may have less quirks
But it was programmed to do certain work
My life is of my own choosing
And frustrating though at times it may be
I prefer this choosing
Over pre-programmed monotony
Categories:
inputs, break up, computer, depression,
Form:
Free verse
Days go past us, as do winds of season,
But never the days and years
That get stuck in some ear and age,
That engulf us like mirages in a desert.
One such mirage in my life is of my Dad,
Always before me, waiting for me;
Yet I never reach in time to be near;
So near to me, yet so far away.
Never did he forsake me, in life,
Never for moment, never for a day;
Always beside me in my hours of need —
A dear friend, a true companion, a great dad.
He suggested the best books to me,
But never pushed them into my hands;
A mere suggestion about the inputs —
The next thing I know, I have my hands full.
He sang tunes soothing, melodious,
But never forced me to listen to any songs;
A mere suggestion about the notes —
My passion for music was born!
His acquaintances, colleagues, all friends;
Value of friends in life is priceless;
A friend is a cool morning breeze,
Surround life with friends, my list’s endless.
Never fear life’s rollercoaster ride;
No problem is without a solution:
Life is too short to fret and fear;
And so, I tried, yet fear engulfed me.
He came back into my life in many forms,
Beating death; guided me with many a face:
As friends, notes of music, verses from books —
He never left me and my life, my Dad.
Categories:
inputs, childhood, daughter, death, dedication,
Form:
Lyric
CHEERY 1
Moon beams sparkle
Shadows contrast;
Mid-autumn light
~~~~~~~~~
Bamboo leaves
Windy rustle here;
Evening conspires
~~~~~~~~~
A fruit feast
Just for two;
Simple delight
~~~~~~~~~
Brown leaves litter
Pathway winding;
Discarded memories
~~~~~~~~~
Lovely windfall
Dream upon dream;
Happy movements
~~~~~~~~~
Grassy contours
Edgy inputs;
Stray cat prowls
~~~~~~~~~
Noisy cicadas
Late night serenade;
Sleepy lullaby
~~~~~~~~~
Uneasy music
Jazzy pop and rap;
Confusion distills
~~~~~~~~~
Casual self-talk
Mostly negative stuff;
Instal new program
~~~~~~~~~
Two old friends meet
Strangers now;
Polite interlude
~~~~~~~~~
See how the years
Have passed on;
Over the rainbow
~~~~~~~~~
Small talk
Bits and pieces;
Patchy conversations
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
22 September 2015
Singapore
Categories:
inputs, allegory, , Lullaby,
Form:
Haiku
Toby Hemenway,
in The Permaculture City,
defines four prime health development principles,
adapted as follows:
Highest Use
orders health maintenance tasks,
ecological activities,
and growth/decomposition processes
in time and space
so the first activity in a spiraling sequence
leaves as many possible health yields
and subsequent reiterative uses
as harmonically possible.
Highest and deepest use
creates balanced wu-wei relationships
among health design elements
and wealth building processes
in and through ecologically rhythmic time
and place.
Needs As Potential Resources Analysis
identifies necessary health inputs
and wealth outputs
of many nutritional kinds,
products,
behaviors,
characteristics
spatial quantities and temporal qualities
of each subsystem in an eco/bio-system,
including humane-natural/spiritual systems,
and connects needs of one element
with outputs of another.
We thereby design harmonic relationships
of WinWin balance
among design elements themselves,
ourselves.
Zones
organize design systems
by how often they are used and need cooperative maintenance.
The most used systems
are placed most vulnerably nearest in spacetime
to the ZeroZone user
or center of identified activity.
Zones build health and organize wealth relationships
between a system
and the user of identified zero-center.
Sectors and Species
are influences from outside;
influences that cannot be altered from within the spacetime system in question.
They can be Yang competing physical influences,
such as wind and fire,
or Yin-cooperative intangible influences,
enculturing,
creolizing,
such as zoning,
care giving and receiving customs,
LeftBrain polypathic power,
and RightBrain emotional polyphonic triggers.
We place design elements
in relation to species and sectors to feed or bleed energies,
or let them pass through
with no decompositional effect.
Sectors and Species
create regenerative relationships
between parts of an eco-bio system
and Yang forces
and Yin-influences
shaping enculturation,
acclimation outside toward inside
each ZeroZone system.
Categories:
inputs, caregiving, earth, education, growth,
Form:
Political Verse
THE GREATEST PERFORMANCE OF MY LIFE
Ahhh… I had performed so many characters in my life.
A mother, then a single mother with all its encumbrances
of being a breadwinner, a homemaker and sometimes
a substitute father, a grandmother and now a retiree.
I worked in so many different positions, doing my all
in each of them, receiving awards and acknowledgements
for a work well done or for my contributions, inputs for
better procedures in improving the workflow and productivity.
Most of all, I made sure of being financially independent
before retiring for I want to be comfortable without thinking
of finances and I do not want to be a burden to my children.
To me, these were not performances, they were responsibilities.
Responsibilities to myself, to my children and to my work.
And now, I am having the greatest performance of my life.
Living the moment, doing the things I want to do, sharing
my blessings, my gifts to my loved ones and close friends.
Reinventing myself, learning, exploring, changing every day
the best possible way, not making a big deal of little things,
accepting what I cannot change, being grateful for what
I have and appreciating my loved ones and close friends.
Most of all being thankful to Him and trusting Him more
each day, living for today with no cares, worries and fear.
6/5/22 The Greatest Performance Of My Life Poetry
JCB Brul
Categories:
inputs, life, me, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
in the language of personal amplification
you'd think it was all a scam
to make you drop your guard
and play patty cakes with Evil
job 3 was to rearrange your molecules
into an actual you
capable of withstanding
the outcomes you generate
from a lack of detail
where science is not to be found
there is no other description that fits
praise the panoramic vista
just around the corner
it's all about the pivot points
so fat chance
among the exploding galaxies
minus the swashbuckling pistoleros and
armchair Romeos and
prisoners of doom and
fairytale living sacrifices
victory is not always a given
you have known this for years
when the paparazzi scribblers
were the Freedom Brigade
where your body parts
take on a life of their own
and deductions don't necessarily
insure your survival
and the mystery remains
job 4 is to better organize thoughts
the game of influence
is the game of influence of judgment
and in sum job 5 is to look at our expectations
and their reliance upon
the letters of the alphabet
separate inputs perceived as one
is an angel
allow me to present you
with the keys to the code
two eyeball pictures perceived as one
within the freedom to inquire
the fanatics want to stop time
that is all there is to it
in which case
a mild dose of persistence never hurts
vision is numbers is evidence
we suffer the memory of past volitions
many of them not our own
we have been engineered to be throttled
yah I took the long way home
much to the disgust
of every entity in the Universe
the list of culprits is long
you have been reading it
no surprise relief on the horizon
police could show up on my doorstep
at any suspecting instant
but the obvious comes easily to me
when I am uninhabited
that's what you get when
you stop trying to be appetizing
for those who cannot tolerate self mockery
there is a train load of pity
to add to the weight on your arms
when in doubt go for the learning
do for the learning
be for the learning
rampant imagination may be
a low grade ore
but the nuggets will blow your head to atoms
enjoy your nodule of security then
keep in mind it can quickly vaporize
in a new modality of immediacy
a traveling mosaic of instants
the next one looking back on the last
(to be continued)
From "Theater of Utter Charm"
Available on Amazon
Categories:
inputs, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse