Best Knowable Poems
I am dreaming of you tonight,
though we may never meet
but if we do, you will know me
by my hyacinth shoes.
You will remember me in the pale blooms
that float on
billabongs or ponds
I will take you along dusty streets
an outback town, where currawongs
call at dusk from scraggly gums,
branches rocking in the wind
I will whisper secrets
of morning glory vines along a back fence-
of the surprise that Spring's
first snowdrop brings
it’s green petals
dotted and lined with delicate green.
Your sorrow will never be the color of them
your joy only as high
as the elation they bring
I will teach you to sing by slow caresses,
my hair on your skin
to dance with soft words that waltz
over a carpets of leaves
No-one will know the small cues - each tiny gesture
that will guide us
into life’s un-knowable purpose.
Suzanne Delaney
Categories:
knowable, dream, fantasy, hope, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
The mistake made in word association is thinking that an associative word should fit
normal patterns. Normalcy isn't always consistent with creativity, therefore, the design may have to change so the poem fits mind frames. In regards to mathematics, I was told seven was perfection. Six imperfection and although eight was enough, biblically it means resurrection. But added all together, twenty-one represents man's wickedness so how can we have imperfection, perfection, resurrection and end up with wickedness in the same story line? We were perfect before words entered the equation. There was a knowable number of stars before we ever opened our eyes. Enlightenment became entrapment and religion authorized this. We gave up unbelievable wonder for a light like no other. Here's the crux of my prose, if sun is God's splendor, I just need you, the smallest sliver. A divided light beam barely bright, but giving so much insight. The way a little light seeps through eye lashes and lids when eyes are stuck together. Your darkened outline begins to take shape the more pupils dilate. With very little light I begin to see a dream coming true - awakening to visions of you. Mathematics was the word that had me monetizing how I could get paid loving only you.
Categories:
knowable, god, heaven, math, religion,
Form:
Prose
LOVE FOR GREAT OR SMALL
Many eons ago, in minds far superior to ours
from a past Man never knew the earth became habitable
before the savage became Homo-sapiens
visitors had come from unknown worlds scouting earth for expansion
They carefully laid seeds of their DNA and planted green vegetation
returning several millennia later to sow their crops
the early laborers expressed love in the way they planted their crops
upon returning they saw earth had flourished
Mourn if you must for our present predicament
cry what we have become but our origins were borne out of Love
leave no unsavory emotion untouched all emotions have been earned
we must savor each emotion before we settle in our graves
"Stay brave," the space farmer said with affectation,
“Don’t become mindless dead meat enjoy the life you've been given
it'll be the only one you'll get, when you find a mate
love like you never loved before enough to last a millennia
and don't forget kindness, give your fellow humans much kindness"
Pundits and wise men have said it since Man could talk
there are no tomorrows in death
they also said death is temporary, souls are eternal
and experience of having lived before is not knowable
But care enough for someone at least once
and discover why love is so revered in the Universe
if you do not, you have lived a lonely, wasted life
and misused your life’s purpose and God's great gift of life to you
Nothing feels better to a person’s skin in winter
when the icy winds blow and snow scurries from nook to cranny
than body heat from both bodies cuddled, naked under warm blankets
it may bring forth ideas to commit to Love forever
Love is in abundance. just look around
yet Love is desperately needed but know there is someone for everyone
Love comes from the inner depths of one's heart
just don’t be so picky, experienced love has no equal
Love for all creatures, great and small, is desperately needed everywhere
nay demanded by the vast expanse
of this dark, cold and unwelcoming Universe
the place we call home.
Categories:
knowable, love,
Form:
Free verse
R ainbow hues in
ge ntle flowing mist,
tu mbling down, down,
dow n. Sprays of moistened
bre eze from roaring water
ca sca ding in long falling
str eams, echo thro ugh dream
fill ed chasms of gently filtered
li ght growing ever darker past
ro cky ou tcrops of granite and
mi ca, sp arkling in the sun. Trickles
of tiny rivul ets find their own path
aro und boul ders that block their way
like st one sentinals refusing passage
to the w eary trave ler, but it continues
relent lessly movi ng on its unknown
jo urney to an un knowable de stiny
lap ping ag ainst its captive channel,
ne ver able to break free, longing for
rel ease and the freedom to flo w on its
own pa th, to make its own way. Weary
fro m its never ending quest, it is ever
se eking thro ugh tumultu ous desire the
rel ief from its unending tor ment and pain.
Yet, it pers everes in its never ending
qu est to find its pl ace of rest as it
fa lls, fa lls, fa lls deeper and deeper
in to the gaping maw of the abyss
where awaits, forever more, the
inky darkness of
eternity
11/30/15
Categories:
knowable, nature, water,
Form:
Shape
on behalf of the little guy
deep behind enemy territory
welcome to the nameless republic
all good capitalists want a monopoly
all good physicians need you sick
the National Antidote Party broke down the door
I told them everything I know
so they let me off the meat hook
loosened my bindings and necktie
hammered nails in my head instead
powerful radio transmitter nails
don't get too close I'll bend your spoon
gimme a shot of Moonbeam barkeep
and a round for my ill-bandaged crew
we'll drink to the muse Pandemonia
don't get too close she’ll bend yer crank
with another specious spectacle
not necessarily Beauty's anointed
but a piston riding party girl nonetheless
I let you touch happy place
and now my theory on the blinding of Oedipus
which first off requires a family unit
for the inherent predispositions of childbirth
they made me walk upon magic carpet tacks
so me and my echo are here a little late
and a little paraplegic and screaming headaches
this is after all a holy epic of pilgrimage
from the sands of Delirium to the banks of Delusia
a simultaneous ambiance one for each eye
an ancient art form somewhat updated
coordinating the cascades of impulses
yet still black as the inside of a cow I mean crow
this epic deals with a touchy subject
intercession of the gods
grab your hat mister
we're going for a little joy ride
where anything including countries
can be bought sold and stolen
by the mutilators of comparison
hardwired and proud of it the fools
built for Survival the TV show
but times change and
survival meant finding parking
where one can escalate from emaciation
to farting obesity overnight
unrecognized even when brightly illuminated
we know only one thing for certain
that the Universe is knowable
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Categories:
knowable, how i feel, universe,
Form:
Free verse
My thoughts of you, and yours of me,
Can be portrayed mathematically:
To sum up every complex trait
We factorize and integrate,
And add imaginary parts
To make the vectors fit our charts.
Your thoughts of me, and mine of you,
Look reckless from a polar view:
The truly knowable and real
Are overwhelmed by how we feel,
Since we forget each magnitude
Is through an unseen angle skewed.
Categories:
knowable, feelings, friendship, how i
Form:
Rhyme
I was thinking of the soul
that mysterious un-proven source of being.
Thoughts came to me of a mystical place
where-in the mossy ground of a sacred forest,
a portal existed, below the quadrivail
of four ancient rivers.
a cave deeply etched by many ages-
the periscopic carving of rushing waters
into a clear, deep pool of
the most, unbelievable blue.
Precious, orange zircons formed the floor
ligures for holy men’s robes
a resevoir of more than nature's beauty
an enigma, a place of secret rites and truths
knowable, only by divine revelations.
And when the vision faded peace flowed through my thoughts-
a truth from ages past and a faith that was positive
in time and space.
For Shadow’s Word Challenge
Categories:
knowable, faith, mystery, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Fear of God, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem, Miedo de Dios
(The second and fourth lines of these quatrains all end in the same rhyme, a feat it’ll be hard to maintain without appearing to be inflexible with the sound rather than the sense of the poem. This poem is from Carlos Bousono’s first collection : Subida al amor, 1945, which he dedicated to Vicente Aleixandre, marking the commencement of his steadfast admiration and association with the Nobel laureate. T. Wignesan)
And nevertheless, O ! God ! when imbued with feelings of love
I placed my hand in within your bosom,
I felt the love which subdued me
as with one wave from your kingdom.
But I was afraid of the darkness that could
accumulate in the depths of your mystery,
so deep down where even stars could not reach.
Only the penumbra. Fear gripped me.
Ah ! My God ! With what height of pity you espied me,
yet with so much love you my blindness bless
for having feared the darkness where slumps
the light of all the universe.
Because you are the ultimate hold of knowable protection.
Besides, those who love you will with looks inward train
and see an azure horizon
where a perpetual sunrise will reign.
But here I am on the surface of the earth,
here, across the floor, stretched,
because I was afraid of the horrible night,
perchance locked up in your breast.
And a confused ignorance holds me up :
crossed and brutal, impure and dried.
Closed yet interminably increasing
as with the hardened dead.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
knowable, fear, god, universe,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
When I look out on a fog-swept night
Of black abysses and milky light
Seamlessly, softly inter-curled,
In human knowledge I see the world.
For the boundless pit of the human plight
Enshrouds the knowable, stops our sight,
Save where bursts from the light below
Speak the insatiable quest to know.
Categories:
knowable, allegory,
Form:
Verse
(“Animal Spirit”, 2018, original encaustic)
Animal Mind
Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to be an animal.
Of course I am an animal,
But I wonder what it’s like
To not have the human layer of mind
The one that thinks, reflects, recollects
Compares, contrasts and cogitates.
Then I remember what it’s like to dream
Where effortlessly I experience whatever
All with my animal mind.
I know it’s my animal mind
Because as vivid as it may be when dreaming it
It quickly fades like mist in the morning sun
If I don’t deploy my human mind
To store it away in some available white matter.
It makes sense that this sense of simply experiencing
Is what all animals share
With maybe just a few having some capacity
For the self reflection we so love about ourselves.
What is really going on here in the layers of mind?
Is it even knowable?
Of course it is!
Because it is all within us!
Within our brain the two halves
That make up a whole
Include the nonverbal, nonrational side
Of sensory perception
And its opposite
The side of data processing, filing and recall.
In the day the left side rules
But in the night the right holds sway.
So my night is like my dog’s day
Fantastically wonderful and fresh
While my day is just another day
Of an endless story I tell myself
A story my dogs don’t even have a mind
Let alone ears to hear
Beyond the soothing tones of a human lullaby.
(9/4/25)
Categories:
knowable, animal, dream, psychological, spiritual,
Form:
Narrative
Something to talk about thinking about the box What is in it What is made of What is in between the corrugated hallways What is outside the box and how does it feel The many face of a box whether it has top or not Taking the concrete crate making it abstract but knowable Watching as words become the paint to color the box springs to make them leap from the page Grasping outward spiraling on end like a diamond depending on the shape of the box of course If the box is or is not stationary If it is an unfolded or folded box Does it beat within the chest Does it sing or have wings Inside is it warm or outside in a storm Is it rigid or a breath upon your neck Boxing is it a golden ring or storing things Is it lost crumpled in a bin Looking from outside the box maybe it never really was the problem but the portmanteau a creation to kick around
Categories:
knowable, allusion, creation, introspection, poems,
Form:
Free verse
Dreamcast, cast a dream, believe in that dream, fulfill the dream, dream meaningful, fill the dream, knowable meaning to fill the dream, no meaning perseverance full on a dream.
- Loverboi
Categories:
knowable, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
Mach my words, that time travel aye
foresee (rather than being
at a stand still, nee frozen
analogous to cry
oh ja hen nicks, or more particularly
going backwards)
this chap doth espy
great breakthroughs,
asper similar advances this guy
i.e. myself witnesses quantum leaps I
learn (reading The University Of Penn Gazette)
the Burmese doctoral
engineering student Kai
Sir Von Wilhelm Harris
made profound advances within
advanced combined research
laboratory of rocket surgery
and brain science set my
mouth ajar
(with rivulets of drool spilling forth)
constructing a simple
to assemble gizmo (avail able
common household materials
rendered unto YouTube), and/or Cable
Comcast, Fios, Infosys, et cetera
which accidental discovery
automatically codified feign
top secret "FAKE" news to enable
boot (simply for formality sake)
code named Clark Gable
yet in reality (a faux veil of secrecy)
to con Vince sing lee
foster an inimitable
mystique, button truth
for general public to unzip noble
no red bull) knowable
handy escape to past or future
and essentially unlocked laudable
simple "household solution"
to become the latest craze
(synonymous with an opiate - manageable
minus addiction, conviction,
and excruciation viz zit operable
via needle marks of the masses
within a fortnight necessary
supplies sans quantifiable
while Das Donald Trump
could enact legislation satisfiable
knowing majority being
totally tubularly oblivious unalterable
measures permanently infringing on inalienable
rights such as life, liberty
and the pursuit of winnable pacification.
Categories:
knowable, 11th grade, family, farewell,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Cheerfully relaxing
Happy and content
Resting from it all
I am here - I am not, I am
Surrendering, I become it all
Timeless and eternal
Mysterious but knowable
Always
Speaking words of
Silence
And a Merry Christmass to you all.
A brand spankingly new poem for a while. I've been busy with health matters, both my wife and I(I am still waiting for my operation - 3 months after my pre-op-assessment), and finally my poetry. I've been putting them in order for the two Kindle books of poetry I have on offer:- Words Four You & Crack or Christ, the Words For you is a collection poems with only 4 lines, and Crack or Christ which contains 50 mouth watering poems of which there are some deep poems, and I mean deep !My Authors page follows.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Lenny-gazbowski/e/B01MRJYHRO/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1481354970&sr=1-2-ent
Categories:
knowable, christmas,
Form:
Acrostic
A feral battle between two starving men
That rages for ages with no knowable end.
Deep in the pit, exchange blow for blow
No escape, never free, forever held down below.
Brown bloodied rags hang off their skin
A visceral clash deep, deep therein.
Deep beetled brow looks rabidly down
Into hopeful pure eyes, neither making a sound
The silent exchange of resolve and of blood.
None else exists but man's will and the mud.
Neither will die no matter the force.
The fate of the men rotate in due course.
There is nothing else after, and was nothing before.
One wins a battle but neither wins the war.
The upper hand depends on the day.
A layer of flesh is with what all men pay.
One man breathes red and has ruby’s for eyes.
The other fights tempered with measured bled tries.
Pure savage ferocity against patience and poise
With the thrashing and crashing, only grit makes a noise.
From just the right angle they both look the same.
But the battle yet rages, they strangle for his name.
Categories:
knowable, identity,
Form:
Rhyme