Best Inquiries Poems
Monet's Impression, Sunrise
First impressions leave memories
that can linger for a very long time
and give a sense of peace and understanding
that rewards the solitude of the mind
with satisfaction in contemplative reflection.
This may be deceiving and can mislead one to believe
that which is right may, in fact, be wrong.
Graciously accept the artist’s shared perception
that there is no ambiguity, only a warning
of the impending storm threatening prevalent reasoning.
The ascending sun, with its reflection on the water,
highlights a sense of direction as the rowers row
across the harbour at the break of morn.
Past cranes and derricks and ships at anchor
beneath a smoke-blurred fiery sky, accented
by pastel shades of blue to create the sombre mood
that expresses Monet’s "Impression, Sunrise" painting
and shares with the onlookers his representation
of nature from an Impressionist’s point of view
in the Industrial Age, heralding in the revolution.
That begs the question, “Where are they going,
and why blood orange?” (Oh, but I’ve seen that colour before.)
Day-to-day inquiries are asked of one another and strangers.
Monet incorporates an art form using oils on canvas,
forcing the audience to observe with curiosity,
thus presenting a sliver of time of life’s tranquillity at sea.
This provocation of thought chinks the consciousness
of seasoned connoisseurs who see change as frightening
and challenges their manipulation of artistic output
(to act like mechanical agents thwarting creativity).
“Will they reach their destination? Will it be as they hoped for?”
Hurry! Though calm, the waters will soon froth in labour.
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Note:
“Monet’s Impression, Sunrise” is an ekphrastic poem referencing the painting “Impression, Sunrise” (1872) by Claude Monet (1840–1926).
"Identical Rhyme"
by: Eric L. Boddie
In the country, hogs eat slop
In the city, women like to shop
And really, where do stereotypes stop
Where do the lie and the Truth clash
Why must only just a few control all the cash
And why do some inquiries have to appear crass
Is it all in a scheme
Magnified by the virtual stream
And why can't some things be as they seem
It could possibly be because of a hidden payer
Or maybe through some fantastic action of a player
And, for that, you must know that anything is possible through Prayer
That's the daily action that should never end
Because it allows God To Extend
And Enter The Spiritual Engine
Pumping His Way through that which we bleed
So He Can Hold us tighter than a baby's hair bead
And we will Ascend To A Heavenly Breed
Abominable holiday season greeting to the have-nots me and you
Bombshell tabloid sleigh bells got those ear holes ringing
Cut the tax gift wrap ribbon, only good cheers for the wealthy few
Ducky Little Donald beaky wacky-quacky curse caroling
Ebony epithets, Latino canina lobs, Palestinian and Muslim sobs
Freeze the Access Holly Would frame, hear the locker room talk
Get smart, dummies ... Populist Idol adored by Wall Street snobs
Hate not the playa, love the con: Eraserheads don’t need no chalk
Incense of Uranium burning, napalm is pissy incendiary to touch
Jingling cash registers be jiggling twin money-makers below and above
Kiss the ring of the Don, you poor stiffs ... just don’t ask for much
Let not the blue chips, white gems and red jewels make you a begging fool
Make the payments on time, or he break your legs with loan sharky love
No Festivus is complete without the test of strength Labor Party feats
O, deary me, Hercules Putin is cancelling from the main event
Proof is compromising truth, we don’t eat no tainted Trump red meat
Questionable straight partners sexually, fake news getting bent
Risque business dealings, tiptoe thru the financial tulip inquiries
Stake your illegit claim, skim a little off the top ... fattening grifter butt
Take a little less scrutiny, a lot more thievery ... no legal worries
Ultimate year end declaration: Shed that slothful image of a Jabba Hutt
Vacant morality, rampant gluttony ... gotta do what the lust belly says
Wiggle weight-loss room is minimal, doing the right thing is optional
*** expose, another failed marriage on the way ... oh, happy dog days
Young bacon tenders is ripe for old Porky Pig, innocence is so sellable
Zinc adulating is the best White holiday blues lip service Rudy brown-nosers do
My muse is veiled by clouds of mystery
She steals my thoughts and dreams both night and day
Allured yet vexed with curiosity
Frustrated by the wicked game she plays
My words are music, she begins to dance
With coyness, wiggles out of inquiries
Seducing me to take another chance
To once again explore her boundaries
But she has shown the beauty of her heart
And I have felt the pureness of her words
So heavenly, just like an angel's harp
I'll solve the mystery surrounding her
I think of all the wonders I've been shown
Such beauty lends itself to none I've known
an original poem by Daniel Turner
Insanity enters my distorted simple mind
To raise funds for charity for some unknown,
Impulsive, heroic, death defying, maligned
Save children or animals or even Sierra Leone
mind can do anything, though body unwilling
Something not to taxing, not energetic
Ruled out running, climbing, and no swimming
Beginning to feel a little pathetic,
Perhaps drive through the Sahara desert
Without knowing my destination no route,
Daft thoughts, my mind I need to reassert
Yes Jump out an airplane with a parachute.
I start training, how to fall to mother Earth
Without those possible leg injuries,
Begin to wonder what my life's worth
Could be my end, heavens inquiries,
Adrenaline flowing as entering airplane,
Over One thousand feet, ready, yet unwilling
No turning back, Am I brave, stupid, insane,
Will this end in sorrow or will it be thrilling,
Time has come I must jump, mind now blank,
I fall out legs kicking, wind rushing by,
Ninety seconds to Earth, a jolt my heart sank,
canopy had opened, I'm not going to die.
( I ripped three ligaments in my right foot
When landing wrong, Doctor advised not
To do this again, though I would love to)
Benjamin Franklin, to prove lightning held electricity,
Flew a kite in a storm; attached to the kite cord was a key.
Though some thought this dangerous experiment was a bit odd,
Franklin sparked more inquiries and invented the lightning rod!
1/25/19
I stare at the stark darkness ahead,
My hands squeeze the steering wheel
While a simple trepidation musters its way to my heart
The road is long, my headlights keeping shadows in check
I see the smooth path, intrigued by its uniform contentment
My tires and many tires before have moseyed yonder upon it
In the dark and light alike, with perspectives all their own,
Had they once thought, in the dusk or in the sun,
How much more will this road tolerate?
How much harder will the sun beat upon it,
And will the chilled darkness one night crumble it to nothingness?
There is no answer of course,
For they are silly inquiries, dimming campfire talks
And really, questions stem from a lonely mind blabbering alone…
The road moves unobtrusively,
Or am I moving?
Pressing this car with privilege to play its role,
Bravely contacted with the cold
Running steadily
Through the friction of the tires
This road, it will crack someday, in all the usual places
Dulling, eroding, becoming near-natural
Just to be made new and safe again
Ready for man and roadkill…
I will ask one more time for solitude’s sake,
Why is it so perpetually smooth?
I expected a bumpy night in this desolate stretch
But we should not have the ability to expect what disturbs us…
I am reminded that roads do not mean to satisfy little wonderments
Can care less for these zooming contrivances
That we sit in comfortably, turning on the radio to drown out the mutability
Tonight I bask in it, and though I am not fully lost in the night,
The road and this car keep me feeling secure,
Even when surrounded by wilderness
It occurs to me a lot—
How can one feel so human?
In the comfort of a car, we escape the darkness of the wild
Only barely,
And the road behind me,
Well it is abandoned, forgotten for a while
Till more wheels spin across its surface some other day
It is so smooth,
Barren and ordinary
Not existing to dream its own existence
But it is gracefully real, and getting realer
As I continue to gaze through the glass
The Nefarios Scream
Camping in isolated lands of parks and creeks
Untold experiences of adventurous beauty
Nefarious acts eclipse joys of freedom
Blowing up cars to bar any escape
Tents knifed through in the darkness of the night
Wakening frightened sleepy eyed tourists
Throats slit of those who rebel and abuse
Serial killer chases the gutsy that escaped
Muffle the defiant eye to jab out screams
Clanging chains, barrelled guns, hammers et al
Adorn his barricaded blood stained dungeons
Adventures in foreign land turn uglier than nightmares
Destinations of destined stumbled into zones horrific
Families and lovers pine with unrequited inquiries
Investigators baffled over the ambiguous maniac
Who finger by finger tortured the life out of tourists
Exulting over his power of creating a world of zombies
A bomb he carried to blow up the next tourist van
Helpless travellers plea's rippled his blood
Slow and steady steps he came closer to van
An unseen rattler uncoiled rattling his next step
Hissing his breath away in the loudest scream
Balveen Cheema
September 20, 2015
Contest: The Dark and Twisted
Sponsor: Nathan D
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Come with me to the lost and found
Come with me, RIGHT AWAY!
For there is something you have lost
Oh, find it now, TODAY!
Come with me, dear, and hold my hand
There's no time to delay
If we don't find the LOVE you lost
Your heart will go astray
Leave it to me, inquiries
I know just what to say
We're looking for this man's lost LOVE
the one he did betray
For yes, it is your Love for me
You lost along the way
So to the Lost and Found we go
Hold tight, dear, do not stray!!!
Oh, here it is, your poor lost LOVE
My HEART you used for play
So please, dear, pick it right back up
Or there'll be hell to pay!!!
Eileen Manassian
I thought I saw a snowflake in June
Perhaps, it was just silly daydream imaginations
Or were ongoing investigations really do
Upon further horizon inquiries
The sun ended interviews in blushing denial
And when heavenly interrogations finished
The sky was turning guilty blue
I’m absolutely sure
The clouds were somewhere amidst the cover up
Fortunately, a little pigeon squawked
And revealed something of the simple truth
That, there was a brewing
Conspiracy of rumors, flying
So I ruffled stoolie feathers convincingly
To spill the beans, out with his scandalous news
It seems a wintry prima donna
Performer of the coming season
In order to beat the ratings
Broke out early and was somewhere on the loose
Could it be
The very same stitch of ice I'd seen
A snowflake thespian
Acting out in the month of June
Then, I saw a glistening
Of arrogance pass right before my eyes
And tiny banner waved
Followed by the squeaky words “see you very soon”
I rubbed my eyes in disbelief
And then, my tongue was quickly unleashed
As I closed the case of any further flakes
From trying to make their premature Hollywood debuts
Quietude gives rise to
quandaries, inquiries,
quintessential musings,
quemeful meditations,
qualitative praises,
quantitative goals and
questions unquenchable.
5-22-2021
Q Pleiades
I wish we could talk
And have a conversation
A mental exchange,
Intimate relations
Intimate meaning close
Not a sexual situation,
Just a heart felt dialogue
Of personal information
But you don't want to do that
You're not into risk takin'
You don't want to open up
Love is too much for you to take in
We're so used to being fake
Never learned to be real
Never learned to be honest
And just say how we feel
I wish that I could know you
And look you in the eye,
To understand you in your essence
Opposed to your disguise
I'm interested in the truth
You don't have to tell me lies
I'm not trying to judge you
Human error is natural, it's no surprise
Our mistakes make us who we are
By our experiences we become wise
You should own them, not ignore them
Truth leads to freedom, not demise
But we're so used to being fake
Never learned to be real
Never learned to be honest
And just say how we feel
You know I won't betray you
Don't show face in front of me
I'm the one that you can trust
I would never do you dirty
But you feel safer when you're guarded
Only show what you want others to see
You figure if you wear a mask
You retain your dignity
Too much pride to be yourself,
Pride covering insecurities
Hating to be vulnerable
Dodging all inquiries
So used to being fake
Never learned to be real
Never learned to be honest
And just say how you feel
To me, you're like a riddle
I have to read between the lines
Upset when I don't get you
But you know I can't read minds
Communication is the key
Without it, logic is blind.
When deep feelings go unexpressed
Tight relationships unwind
I'm not going to rush you,
This process may take time
But talking is the glue
By which two hearts are able to bind
But we're so used to being fake
Never learned to be real,
If only we could be honest
And just say how we feel.
BIRTH OF NEW IDEAS IS INVENTIONS MADE.
YOUR INQUIRIES INSINUATE.
AMBITIONS GET YOU UP AND ON THE GO.
THEREFORE, SET YOUR GOALS.
OPTIMIZATION MAXIMIZES FUNCTIONALITY.
PERFECT...
WONDERFUL IS THE WORLD YOU LIVE IN.
KNOW THAT LIFE IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT!
UTOPIA IS THE IDEAL PLACE.
UNTIL DEATH…
Sponsor: Dave Wood
Contest Name: Life is what YOU make it!
Entry Date: Thu, March 06, 2014
Motif: Life is what YOU make it!
Maiden of Mysteries
Her look delivers infinite inquiries
One mirror displays devilish ears
While the other depicts an angel with joyous tears
Pink, red, yellow and blue
All part of the personality crew
Does she have Hermes’s cunning?
The next action will be truly stunning!
With strength, she does not despair
Since her condition is quite rare
All of these mirrors make her unique
By combining into a magnificent physique
Like a present under a Christmas tree
You don’t know what’s inside until the wrapping frees
There is always a pleasant surprise
When meeting the Maiden of Mysteries
Dear old friend
Dark day clouds
Now hide away your sun
As I still open up
A morning door
Hoping to find your feline face shining in
No more furry hugs
Inquiries to where I was
Just my missing thoughts
Of all your cries
And why I never heard the one
That said
Your nine lives will soon be up
I’m sure you left
To spare one of us
The pain
But, Oreo
Never will you
Ever be replaced
As I watch my phantom halls
Of whites and greys
And a lap
Now filled with a truly empty space