Best Inquiry Poems
Buffalo Bob asked
of summer…fall winterspring
did Howdy do ya
*My season is Summer. For the seasons senryu contest with regards to Howdy Doody and
cast!
Categories:
inquiry, funny, nostalgia, seasons
Form:
Senryu
Tossing and turning in Whitman’s grass,
Breathing every fervent loving sensate,
My deliberate doubts, you may bypass,
To obey the certainty of Christian dictates.
To some, my probes attack settled law,
My queries are grounds for execution.
I don’t mind those symbols wedged in your craw.
I just seek truths instead of words well spun.
Truth travels in a continuous passage,
Skipping along in temporary stays.
Its spice, I briefly taste like sausage,
I recall the tactile surges from hand plays.
Truth is the process of honesty,
It lacks fixation with fixed positions.
The honest house supplies the best prophecy,
The honest road brings wondrous conditions.
In my days remaining, I shall sing of myself,
No better or worse than anyone dwelling here,
Some believing in numbers have called me BELF.
But life never neatly resolves with answers so sure.
Resplendent quest, glorious uncertainty of rapture,
You are my radiant God, my unknowable religion.
Absent your pursuit, I live without color or texture.
With your passionate affection, I’m fully alive, in motion.
Categories:
inquiry, allusion, christian, god, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
An Inquiry towards Truth
Knowledge, Wisdom
Love, lust
Anger, vengeance
Eager, greedy
Friendship, enemity
Hunger,indigestion
Peace loving, violence
Where they have come from?
Are they from a tiny drop of a sperm?
Thoughts, speech
Writing, acting
Poetry, novel
Philosophy, principles
Rules, amendments
Debate, dramas
Dance, fine arts
Where they have come from
Are they from a tiny drop of a sperm?
Diseases, Medicines
Victories, failures
Everything, man made in this earth
Where they have come from
Are they from a single drop of sperm?
Categories:
inquiry, philosophy
Form:
Free verse
What suggestive simile has mould,
Its choice of residence could not be sweeter planned;
Such a perfect timed embrace,
Embedded in the papers flattering embroidery -
So fitting of analogy.
Growing down the wall each day,
A sickly, ill debauchery;
but yet, it still amazes me.
How it painted such a life-like portrait,
How deliberate it seems to be.
So what of it’s reflective study
Should I now consider?
What of your depiction
Mould -
What are you trying to tell me?
Categories:
inquiry, angst, introspection, life,
Form:
Lyric
March 16 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Samuel 9-12
Key Verse –1Samuel 9:9 Beforetime in Israel, when a man went to enquire of God, thus he spake, Come, and let us go to the seer: for he that is now called a Prophet was beforetime called a Seer.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY INQUIRY SEER
Lord God, You are my inquiry Seer
Who finds me needy of Your grace
Thank You for bidding me to warm myself in Your sweet embrace
Here am I needing Your compassion in my struggles along life’s race
Indeed continuing in Your will where Your name I can freely praise.
Lord God, You are my inquiry Seer
Who hears me crying for forgiveness
Thank You for showing me Your Word’s faithfulness
Here am I praying that You keep me in Your holy blissfulness
Indeed communing with You by Your goodness.
Lord God, You are my inquiry Seer
Who sees me longing for Your anointing
Thank You for saving me out from adversities, terribly besetting
Here am I delighting in Your welcoming fellowship’s meeting
Indeed cleaving to You in every trial and testing.
Lord God, You are my inquiry Seer
Who helps me whenever I enquire for Your wisdom
Thank You for inspiring me with biblical accounts of martyrdom
Here am I submitting to You as You carry me upward to Your kingdom
Indeed choosing to enjoy Your granted divine freedom.
Lord God, You are my inquiry Seer
Who moves me toward my covenant-fulfillment
Thank You for satisfying me for my glad contentment
Here am I pleading for Your favour that upholds my faith-commitment
Indeed clinging unto You while obeying Your commandment.
Lord God, You are my inquiry Seer
Who hearkens to my voice of supplication
Thank You for fighting for me against evil destruction
Here am I walking along paths of righteousness with sincere devotion
Indeed calling always for Your strength in my ministry-participation.
Lord God, You are my inquiry Seer
Who delivers me for my safety
Thank You for teaching me Scriptures’ doctrine of truth-certainty
Here am I desiring always to behold Your holiness’ beauty
Indeed coming to Your presence of sovereign authority.
March 16, 2023
Categories:
inquiry, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
What is this soul we talk about?
Might I find it in a droplet of water
Perhaps, in a pop tune … a shout,
In a loving mother, an abusive father?
Elusive and ethereal, so hard to find
Is it in our unique thought processes,
A synonym for the individual mind,
Something every human possesses?
Perhaps, a figment of imagination?
Something we cannot understand,
Many a theologian’s rapt fascination
Part of being under God’s command.
A faith word of import, I assume,
All that’s left of us when body dies
All that matters, we can presume –
Is it the ultimate goal or life prize?
A longstanding mystery, to be sure
Many folks say when we die, it’s over
What is to be gained by being pure,
When we’ll be buried under clover.
Written April 6, 2022
Categories:
inquiry, life, philosophy, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
Out from the kaleidoscopic tesseract,
Pours coruscating crystals whose edges contract.
A turn of the cylindrical vessel in the vain,
Splits the sight into three of the eyes in the brain.
I talked to the man who says one times two is a dozen,
Not knowing which sense sometimes seems it doesn’t.
Categories:
inquiry, cancer, conflict, confusion, riddle,
Form:
Couplet
must be a refuge
in deserted mountains
loneliness of the eagles
remain in minds
no inquiry
in some experience
Categories:
inquiry, allegory,
Form:
Alliteration
Where will you take me?
My dearest nightmare!
What sights will you show me?
To make me feel you are there.
Where will you take me?
I promise to stay; I swear.
So do you agree or disagree?
Tell me, for I wait in despair.
Where will you take me?
Tell me, would I err
In saying this place is free?
Is it barren or is it fair?
Where do you take me?
Maybe you no longer care.
Sad to say you and I; not we.
Please tell me you are there.
Categories:
inquiry, absence, break up, deep,
Form:
Free verse
please, would you kindly teach me how to make sense?
write me up a list of ingredients?
i need rest
i need rest
should i preheat the oven to 1,400 degrees?
maybe it'll bake better if i watch more closely?
i need rest
i need rest
i forget the rest
i forget the rest.
Categories:
inquiry, allegory,
Form:
It’s really morbid, depressing, and sad,
at the gunpowder factory in town,
and the clean up is almost complete
since the factory was razed to the ground,
and here in the lounge of the tavern,
the inquiry’s about to begin,
‘cause this is where most of the workers,
who witnessed what happened’s within.
And so poor Charlie Higgins’ deceased.
A friend to us drinkers here in the pub,
and the question is rife - ‘what happened?’
The investigator searched for the rub.
I listened to all of his workmates,
explain through the beer, sobs and their tears,
about being in shock; hearing the bang,
until Bertie Simpson quietly appears.
Now Charlie was Bert’s closest colleague,
where the gunpowder’s mixed in a room,
so here was the the only eye witness,
who was there through the fire and the boom.
The investigator asked “so what happened?”
then all our eyes converged onto Bert,
who emptied his glass, and cleared his throat,
before his evidence to the expert.
“Charlie and I were in the mixing room,
when I saw Charlie lift a cigarette out,
and when he lit it I saw a few sparks.
The next thing I knew I was up and about.
The joint was like neon signs in a cyclone,
filled with smoke when the flames died down,
I was dazed and confused and went looking,
to see where Charlie was hanging around.”
The investigator asked in stunned horror,
“Charlie smoked where gunpowder is made!
How long had he been working in there?”
Bert shrugged and said “more than a decade.”
“Ten years in a room filled with danger;
You’d think it’d be his last silly act!”
And Bert sniffed and wiped away tears,
“Well it was as a matter of fact.”
Categories:
inquiry, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
The sun still shines
bells yet chime
Vintners make wine
constellations align
Hearts intertwine
even poetry rhymes
Are you still my Valentine?
Categories:
inquiry, heart, stars, sun, valentines
Form:
Monorhyme
the object the subject has dreamed
moves within the dream realm so conjured
acquiring an ego, a temporary consciousness
to navigate the terrain where it has been so placed
being hypnotised by the environment
the dreamed object inevitably enters trance
forgetting its origin it then seeks to expand itself
instinctively pursuing ephemeral objects of heart’s desire
the entity by itself is merely inert dust
hemmed in by senses five and lower mind
so it remains in delusion, pausing not to inquire
the answer to the age old simple question: ‘who am I?’
recognising thus earth life as but a dream
wherein we’re both the dreamer and the dreamed
though we’re a receptor, we may yet tweak the dream
instantly by simply shifting into the vibrant void of silence
nonchalant to outcomes, ceasing to react
our nonjudgmental eye and free flowing spirit
navigates the labyrinth leaving behind no residue
by vaporising thus, ending the purpose of the dream
the paradox of enlightenment is clear
who gets illumined when there’s no one here
all that really happens is imagined boundaries blur
whereafter all that remains is the eternal living light of Self
Categories:
inquiry, spiritual,
Form:
Didactic
while I sleep deeply
my imagined world comes to life
my environment has darkened
as a result of my waking
who am I?
an artist!
a poet!
a singer!
a dreamer!
Written: October 14, 2022
Categories:
inquiry, analogy, character, identity,
Form:
Free verse
An Inqiury into Today's Poetry
Poems get shorter.
Emails near non existent.
Texts really shrink!
We live in a world of 'xoxo'
Or -)) an amazing, endless list.
Our time, we tell others, is short.
People have to guess what we think?
Time so valuable, our full
baptismal, wonderful names as initials?
Do you fully get that?
The question is existential.
To me, your name is reverential.
"PR" is so very cold, compared to
Panagiota which has spiritual meaning
Why, even our dogs and cats we call by
full name!
We poets claim a connection to the stars,
yes?
Who has ever called Orion, "O" of the moon,
"M'"
Or is that next? I see it coming!
Where did this beast come from?
Who destroyed the English language?
I do not know, it leaves me distressed.
The many languages from whence
our rich English vocabulary comes,
In the trash can of convenience rests!
Now a tragic happenstance.
We've shifted into a brave new world
of Far Eastern poetry.
I am grateful to all poets anywhere,
who have not lost faith in English!
As it developed and are masters with a pen
and it's delegation and know very
eloquently how to use it.
Thanks to you, who unknowingly are keeping
the full beauty of English alive for the coming
generations.
And not selling your heart to fast, one line
poetry.
And I understand some will disagree with me.
I much prefer a fully literate humanity.
5/27/2019
5:45pm PST
I can tell which of my poems are not even worth the
name...."poem". I leave them there as a reminder to
not do that again. Thank you!
Apologies, Panagiota
Categories:
inquiry, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme