Best Kinesthetic Poems
As the tempo lifts unto a spotlight
releasing a pulsed dangle where limbs,
arms, and hips gyrate on flamed waves
of a lambent dance: skirts mounting
through Chicago musical’s tones…
and like splashed paint, each raced jiggle
turns vaudeville into fireworks of air-brushed strokes
illuminating the arena with raw movement
as every tap enters a kinesthetic pore;
while I, between suctioned gasps,
quiver inside my belly…intoxicated!
For Contest No 227: Brian Strand
My Comprehensive Learning Disabilities!
Began as child with always failing standardized test because I didn't learn like my fellow classmates did
I couldn't comprehend anything or retain anything either
I learned that I had a comprehensive learning disability, however, never was I placed in mentally challenged classes
I had a hard time barely passing my classes all throughout my school years and even in college
I learned that I had to use all three psychological learning types
auditory having to hear and listen to whatever is being taught to me
visual having to see whatever is being taught to me
kinesthetic having to actually write, do, mess up and be corrected or realize I was wrong and correct myself
I had and still have to do all three, in order to comprehend anything that I learned from reading books, being taught in classrooms
at home, on the jobsite, on two United States Of America's Navy ships, boot camp, college, love, relationships, churches and everywhere else as well
as a child and even an adolescent I taught myself to overcome it
becoming an adult I did all three of these whenever I wanted truly to learn something
I wrote down questions for tests on notecards read the questions and answers to myself and had three other people read them to me for several hours
my comprehensive disability then and even now we're surfaced, literal, occasionally figurative and metaphorical
as a thirty-three year old man, now it seems that memory, and my problems have worsened as well
because I every time I read something nowadays I cannot seem to recall it or even comprehend it either!
“The Legendary Adventure Moments of Doctor Hermione Baggins the Reddish of Winterhold, The Master Sith Rainbow Lord Lulu Pucca, Cloud Kitty Carla Chandra the Ruby Rose, and Rand O'From Equestria the Darken Raw Snow vs The Strange A.A. or Perhaps B.S. Educated Scotties Homer Pilgrim’s Search for More Resources by Destroying the Galaxy to Make Way for a Interstellar Lightspeed Railway or Was It a Fishing Pond?”
Apathetic the game will continue on anyway
“Bidet,” a person points, "first door on the right in the hallway"
Celtic orchestrated melody commences to play
Drastic the GM in a serious voice proceeds to convey
“Exotic treasures will be rewarded at the story's endplay
Frederick and Scotty have threatened to destroy the floodway
Galactic dragons will soon have control of the realms gateway
Heretic man wearing the scarlet hand is on the highway
Icteric smiles seeing the party ‘do you have an issue?’”
“Judgematic paladin, what course of action will you do?”
“Kinesthetic, I'll flash step next to him and use my kung fu”
Laconic, looking over at the monk, “not your turn Lulu”
"Majestic I promenade over and address this mildew"
Novelistic I say, ‘the dragons, and mage, I must melee’”
“Optimistic the NPC rolls a 16 and tries to outplay
Panic soon kicks in as the druid and monk cross the pathway”
Quadraphonic sounds play as the initiative ensues
"Rollick, the monk and I go over, but I just rolled a two”
“Slapstick the heretic encounters the paladin’s swordplay
Tragic it's late and we must stop the story right here today
Unpoetic I know but we'll pick up again next Wednesday"
Updated 5/14/2019
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Take time out to smell the flowers,
Breathe deeply of their heavenly scent,
Take a swig of their ambrosial nectar,
Drink deep of their palette of colours
And arouse your kinesthetic sense.
All around you is a garden of flowers,
Take time out to bask in their glory,
Laugh with the joy of living,
Just think how comic it is,
And every moment tell it's story!
Think you that the world is "I"-Centric?
Without you the system would fail?
You're wrong, if that be your surmise.
Take time out to smell the flowers,
For, without you, the ship will still sail!
Where artificial intelligence meets
Kinesthetic tracking
Cognitive science traverses
With a new Second Life Enterprise
A bold horizon
Of man-machine-imagination
Engineering virtual platforms
Connected body life hyperspace
Dreaming on cyber integration
Envisioning an astral sphere
Of consciousness free from the body
Circling planetary interdimensions
A cerebral socialized infinity
Marketed to mass humanity
Intertwining flood gates of creativity
With our physical apparatus
Parallel dimensions virtualized
As real as the bark of a tree
Catapulting post human destiny
Interstellar, monumental trajectory
loosed from the boundaries of place and time
one, I want to scrub your fingerprints off of my skin til the burning feels like kinesthetic white noise.
two, I hope that candle I gave you finally burns out. I hope the scent will still linger in your pillows.
three, I know the sound of trains too well. sometimes I still feel like jumping.
four, summer still tastes like you.
five, I hope she won't mind that I still live in your thoughts. my stuff will only ever take up one side.
six, rip out my throat. I still am choking on "I love you".
seven, I am a burn victim. it still stings.
eight, sacrifice me. saw through my always like birch. snap my promises like cedar.
nine, the screen prints of you are still plastered to the back of my eyelids. it makes it hard to fall asleep.
ten, dreaming of you is a nightmare.
eleven, I don't know how to cry anymore.
twelve, I still remember your favorite color.
thirteen, is that why you fell for a girl with blue hair?
thirteen, snake eyes always reminded me of yours. the devil appeared to eve dressed as you.
thirteen, apartment 101 is lodged in my artery. loving you always felt like a stroke.
thirteen, I heard stroke victims begin to stutter.
thirteen, I still think of you.
thirteen, I still think of you.
thirteen, I still think of you.
one, why does your ghost still haunt me? you were the one who said you were leaving.
two, why? I was good to you. you're the moon pulling me like waves to the shore. I hope the sand scrubs your fingerprints off of my skin til the burning feels like kinesthetic white noise.
three, I hope the bruises fade away with me. the word friend always felt like the swing of a bat. you were only ever interested in scoring a home run.
four, I haven't wrote a poem since you left. my muse isn't as sweet as I can recall.
five, it's hard to build a bridge when the wood is decayed.
six, I'm lying when I tell you not to call me.
seven, July 2nd will always sound like your voice. I want earwigs to feast through my drums. I want to go deaf.
one, I want to scrub your fingerprints off of my skin til the burning feels like kinesthetic white noise.
muscle memory
kinesthetic awareness ...
like riding a bike
11/27/2022
Poetry form: Senryu (for you and me too)
Finding balance can be like riding a bike if we just keep our focus on the more important things.
A poet is a minute caricature, A self made kinesthetic person. Whilst poetry a long journey To be traveled all alone & all along.
The journey with him is not that ease To bear his silence and to handle his angst
With chaotic emotions & compressed expressions
On the track of observatory …… poetry.
It’s not his embedded nature; Habituated self; or his own version, Whilst not exactly a translator of one’s mind, Nor the residue of his life’s dust.
I’m unable to capture his moods
With my pictorial poetry and
Monitor his moody mindset
With the wavelength of my verses.
At times I feel I’m just a freelancer
Picking up points, of what all the poet speaks
On the whole- even when, he whispers
He makes it gleam & I just try to jot it down.
At times HE is ME and many times I’m..Him
I’m a confused BIT to know –the whole thing.
His sights are set on something new
but Miss You'll do
..anything you think will keep him or please him
and for now..you'll do.
He's in so many words told you
that he's just stopping through
but Miss You'll do..
it a time or two if that's what he gives you.
He'll hang out for a few
...and Miss you'll do
what he likes in hopes that he sees in you
what you want him to
but he'll just do what he wants to do.
He'll call and text and you know what's next.
As confidence builds his attention yields
to his inclination to remain kinesthetic and Miss
You'll do pathetic.
He'll do you til he's done or
has found another one who
will do something new.
But what he won't do
is say "I DO"
to one he's run through
and THE ONE he'll choose,
he won't want to do
The things that you'll do!
The child’s face is as red as his mask, which is red.
The principal says, “He needs a place to cool down”.
He looks like he needs a refrigerator.
I wish he had a popsicle; he needs one for sure.
I give him two choices- talk or just play.
He chooses to play, a good sign.
Some come in so angry they choose to glare.
I have ten grandchildren, so I easily ignore this.
When he is ready to talk, he turns into Mr. Delightful.
He tells me his woes which do not sound like woes at all.
I tell him I think this is silly stuff.
I ask him “what do you think?” He agrees it is silly stuff.
While we play with kinesthetic sand I learn more.
He has some mean teenage sisters who pick on him.
He has a brother he never gets to see, and another brother
who died of a drug overdose. He says this matter-of-factly; he is eight.
I am starting to think maybe he has a reason to look angry.
An angry face almost always is a mask for sadness.
I am sad for him. He continues to play, throwing out more information.
I am not surprised; this is how it always goes in my office.
without moving anything but my eyes I see
a mouse pad, computer, power cord, phone
fork, knife, spoon, half eaten chunk of meatloaf
stapler, scissors, Clorox wipes
Jason Reynolds and Ibram X Kendi’s books Stamped
without leaving my seat at my desk
I see two bottles of hand sanitizer, my work badge,
a red cloth face mask I am tired of wearing
an address book with a multitude of squiggles
which no one else could read
they might possibly think I was mentally ill if they got closer
by turning only my head to the right I see two notebooks
three pens, one of them happily has red ink
an oversized yellow bottle of water I continually knock over
a roll of blue tape, and a walkie talkie that needs plugged in
I am looking to the left now. Three posters
One says “Effort and Perseverance are the Keys to Success”
There is a blue chair with an ugly hexagonal print in yellow
A bookcase with kinesthetic sand which I love as much as the children
Welcome to an Elementary School Counselor’s Office
The Marmite Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Natasha L Scragg
Written 8-17-2021
Amalgam vis-à-vis
of enzymes...
enraptured bows
of intimate fires...
Love, unsatisfied mix
of electrons, protons and neutrons!
screens emotionally
intertwined in feelings
ethereally woven...
prime seams,
magnetized caresses
attracted by the vortex,
kinesthetic vibration
that is the love !
Everyone needs a friend
Teachers too
So I am one to them
Even though I was never their favorite
As a student
I was too opinionated
Too self-assured
Too involved in my imagination land
Most of what they tried to teach
I had to teach myself later
For teachers used to do all of the talking
We were not in groups
We did not pair up
We did no talking at all
I am a kinesthetic learner
So the only thing I could do for self-preservation
Was to tune them out completely
So I could live my truth
Only seven percent of the population of the world
Learn through hearing; we call them auditory learners.
We have so few, and yet in the 50’s and 60’s
Their way is the only way the teachers taught
So I took my kinesthetic self, and nurtured her the only way I knew how
Today’s teachers have learned better.
Yet how do many teach?
The way that only reaches seven percent, sadly.
Angela, Andy, Amber, angels, ambience, attitudes, altitude, all-purpose flour.
Beds, breakfast, brightness, brevity, butter pecan ice cream, bald eagles.
Cali, Carolyn, Chelsea, creativity, compassion, craftiness, cleverness.
Dick, Daisy, Dwight, Deborah, dare devils, delightful deeds, designs.
Emily, Elise, enthusiasm, excitement, eggs, empathy, eagerness.
Faith, fortitude, friends, family, faeries frolicking, frying.
God, generosity of others, gladness, geese, gulps, gargoyles.
Helen, helpful heartfelt friends, hands, hearts, hearing, Heaven.
Ingenuity, imagination, idealism, individuals, illustrations, imps.
Joe, Josh, Jack, Josie, Johnny, Jerome, joyfulness, juice, jubilation.
Kindnesses, kin, kinesthetic learners, kings, ketchup, keys, karats.
Lucille, Lucy, Lou, Linda, Listening, light, likeability, love, limberness.
Molly, Max, Marianne, merrymaking, music, messes, minxes, mini-coopers.
Nests, near misses, nuts, nerds, needles, Never-never-land, nuthatch.
Ostentatiousness, Om, orange, oil, oatmeal, orange juice, organdy,
Purple, pink, plaids, paisleys, prettiness, plumes, peacocks, porcupines.
Quiet, quickening, quail, queens, qualms, quizzes, quotes,
Rita, Ruby, responsibility, respect, regards, religion, remembrances
Susie, Susan, Sophie, seriousness, sensuality, sex, sizzling steaks
Tracy, Tony, TV, Tennessee, twins, troops, twisters,
United States, understanding, umbrellas, udders,
Venus, variety, variegated yarn, vim, vigor
Weddings, wind, watermelon, wheels, wonderfulness,
X x’citement, ‘xtra niceness, ‘xaggeration for poetry
Youthful attitude, young people, yellow yaks
Zany friends, zealots, zeal, zest, zippers, zebras
Written 7-16-2020
Contest: Abcedarian
Sponsor: Beata Agustin