Best Logical Poems
A single bird rests above
Singing over and over again
The same notes in the same logical order
Again and again
Seconds, minutes, hours pass
The song never changes
Doesn't it know what is around it?
Doesn't it see the world below?
The grass and flowers
The small dogs yelping as they chase a ball
Doesn't it see the two people in love?
The two who want a beautiful melody
A melody that matches they way they feel
Soft lilting music
Notes that match the sound of the breeze
The distant waves
Does the lonely bird care?
Does he see the reds, golds and yellows of the sunset
Muted by grey skies
Chased by true blackness
Do the notes reflect the sadness of a sunset?
Hidden away
Colors lost never to be seen again
Or do they just repeat?
Again and again
Until the grass, the dogs, the lover and the sunset
Fade into the darkness
Into a distant memory
And the bird, still singing the same notes
Never realizing that he is not fully alive
But knowing that his music is still logical.
(Colino)
so you say you have no memory
of the last day you were friends with me
no link to help remembering
your brain can't give you anything
conclusion, you are clueless
your memory is useless
and you can't give your own story
nor pick out bits most surely
so you can offer nothing
your brain don't bring a thing
unaware or emptied
or with a truth which you're hiding
yet when I talk of incidents
the memories I'm recalling
you claim they never happened
and from my delusion they are spawning
you have no argument or alternative
just denial and diversion
questioning my sanity
YET YOU HAVEN'T YOUR OWN VERSION
But this is my one story,
never one before it,
a mystery for 14 years
when I was never talking
and in that time you stayed confused
as do all with me removed
you paint the scene I WAS SENSELESS
no logic to include
it passed the cause away from you
handing out bits others chew
you need them to think as you do
to be believed as now I'm refused
I tell them you manipulate
but I just get ignored
and even though they read this mate
it won't impact their thoughts
(Colino, Dom, Kev)
you 3 have no story
just denial and diversion
and people just ignore me
judgement through perversion
logically you're logicless
but all think that that is me
ignorance is really bliss
as is stupidity
people near or close to you
are stood to close to see
whilst everyone around the world
see differently with ease
you have no memory or logic
and claim delusion is with me
to those not involved it's obvious
you're just gaslighting me
*for Colino, Dom, Kev, and all the people believing them blindly judging me,
a person to whom you never speak yet judge assuredly.
they gaslight and manipulate, getting you as they got me
don't tell me my logic's gone, where is theirs, it's them you all believe
and Susan isn't validation, she knows as much as you,
like you she seeks from them, and like you don't come to me.
How rude to call me a lying delude
it's my life, and you weren't there
reality for me but just a tale to you
no response needed
you judge me without me involved
I've no influence on what resolves
from now on I AM NOT INVOLVED
with contamination they evolve
Education has never deluded me,
it is a rich mine from which my gemstones are extracted;
and all of them can adorn with its brilliance
a king's crown, but the glitter on my silver pendant...
with my natal sign, not with my image, outshines it
and displays it very elegantly.
As skilled hands relied on mental deftness,
I depended on mom's provincial practicality,
not on chances, but on her canonical guidance;
her words told no canards, only truthfulness:
an illunination of beatitude to encourage and fortify...
and that voice taught me acts of benevolence.
Guessing what was the mysterious name it bore,
would have been quite easy to identify with sharp eyes:
examining the deeds I did and the actions I still compromise,
to conclude with certainty
that it fitted me so perfectly...
I learned that art by listening to clever people with more ardor.
This is not a gift which is instilled
in the infant's brain at birth,
it is acquired by growing somewhat old...
who could have such a prodigious knowledge?
The Old Testament prophets for instance, or possibly
every learned man who studied philosophy.
Spend time with me, and observe how I peruse:
listen to the clear and incisive words spoken aloud,
riddling no mystery, or being derogatory...
proverbs might be included to give some clues;
and they were written in an inimitable way
to stimulate the minds of the unlearned.
Is intelligence inborn or learned by chance,
or even isometric to astuteness?
Many admit it stems from accruing knowledge,
to increase the capacity of the thinker or genius...
accumulating their ideas and earning praises,
while the uneducated struggle with rage.
Logical astutness is efficacious when it invigorates ability,
and exhorts a great deal of mental energy;
and will the proper words be used to that effect?
Happy New Year to all the wonderful Poetry Soup members!
Copyright 210 by Andrew Crisci
The greed of money, has created so much pollution
and overconsumption, of the earth’s material resources
as money has blurred their vision, for the right solution
to solve all our problems, with the right logical thinking
All of this has given us, a lot of health problems
because it has caused, so much inequality of life
to which is why, we have so many society problems
as money is the problem, for us to be in strife
There are many humans, around all our grime
who always struggle, with the stress of life
so out of desperation, they turn to crime
to relieve their stress, to have a decent life
Does everything in nature have a purpose
It would seem so just on the surface
By saying all had a purpose a creator is implied
Therefore it's up to each observer to decide
A system that runs like a clockwork design
Needs a masterful manipulator whatever kind
The term logic applies to this hypothesis
Without logic humans become their own apotheosis
Giving the final meaning once and for all
In the absence of logic the cosmos would fall
She calls him hippo
he says he will feed her to the brown bear
no need to say more
to know they had goose-great time together
Poetry,
read by many,
wakes our numb senses...
teaching us logical lessons
by stealth!
So,
a recent
study showed
that the average
person walks about
800 miles per year and
on average we each drink
around 22 gallons of alcohol
in that time; so this means that
on average we get about 41 mpg
Logical me
Well, I find that kind of funny
Because how could you see me
If anything, as
Smart?
After Passionate me wrote so passionately
The letter I penned with the ink
Of my heart
When meek, Timid me tried unsuccessfully to
Admit to your face these feelings
I've had
And so Unhappy me thought quite reasonably
That unless I spoke up, the results
Would be bad
Compassionate me
Sympathized with Unhappy me, and found it
Unhealthy to keep such a love buried
Inside
The romantic in me paired with the poet in
Me, composing a letter I intended not
To hide
Soft-hearted me wrote of Altruistic you
Benevolent, Chivalrous, Wonderful you
Who
Could do no wrong in the hearts of my eyes
And what better way to thank you
Than with my love for your
Prize?
Hence
Loudmouthed me uncapped my bottle of tears
And Masochistic me poured them
Out onto the pages
And though this was no abuse, I wonder
Do I just get off on the pain?
It's
No sexual matter, but a matter all the same
Worrisome me might be obliged
To agree
That Hind Sighted me has lost these battles
For ages
But what reason had I to scar
My heart up again?
Whimsical me had none to do with this
Plot
It must be Twice-Shy me, for
I
Had been bitten, and I believed that through
Your love, I'd find the closure I sought
Two months
Past the fact, and Oh-So-Anxious me is
Squirming in her seat, making
The
Butterflies dance in my stomach while she
Waltzes so nervously
But
Suddenly, I think it's best not to expect
A response from All-Too-Cautious
You
As Logical me makes her way onto the scene
She and I realize that I've said
More than is enough
You get it, you know, and if you don't like
It, then tough
So I will say nothing, and let
You make up your mind
Logical me
Struggles to find the right in all this
Wrong, but it doesn't matter if
I do
Because despite Logical me's protesting screams
Illogical me
Still wants Wonderful you
Picture a blank chalkboard
Like the ones you see in schools
Then think of it as your life
On the day you were born
In your mind, take a piece of chalk
And start to draw a straight line
That line is the path of your life
Now think of your first remembered mistake
At that point your line must veer off course
From that point on, the rest of your life
Never follows that original line
Every choice we make will alter our direction
A poor choice will be a dramatic change
And take your farther away
Where as a good choice will take you closer
To the original line but never get you back to that straight line
We may travel parallel from time to time
But then you must consider the fact
That choices are made everyday
Meaning, with every choice our line will
Veer one way or the other
Each choice leads to another choice
Since none of us are perfect
We will all make our share of poor choices
Therefore, it is my opinion
That our worst mistake is our first mistake
Which leads us away from that straight line
When we make choices we do not always know
The immediate result, sometimes the true
Result may not show up for days, weeks or even years
Life is about the choices we make
They should never be taken lightly
As each choice is a turn to a different path
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The most precious thing is breath;
It's the wall between life and death.
A universal and unifying energy
that gives mortal bodies synergy.
More than a mixture of elements,
It is nature's super supplements.
Not a respecter of race or religion;
it spans across realms and regions.
Racists would have been more logical
if breath and skin colour are identical.
What leaves the body at death is vital,
Not race but what makes us mortal.
As long as breath of life has no colour,
Racism will remain a sign of dishonour.
It’s logical for me to ignore you
But I thought it’s not,
So I said yes and we were together,
Hand in hand, soaring forever.
It’s logical for me to leave you,
But I thought it’s not.
Instead, I tried to make this work,
Holding back tears in the shadows I lurk.
It’s logical for me to leave you,
But I thought it’s not,
We were happy, until that day,
You left me and went with your free ways.
It’s logical for me to move on,
But I thought it’s not,
You called me names, I uttered nothing,
Now I’m here in a corner for your apology, waiting.
It’s logical for me to ignore and leave you,
It’s logical for me to move on and forget you,
But I didn’t and I never will; I know it’s tragic,
But the heart knows nothing of that logic.
(7/5 Trochee Form)
Gremlins come out in the night
on cold little feet,
searching through our houses for
places with some heat.
Some nights we do laundry, and
right before we sleep,
our clothes are put in dryers.
That’s when gremlins creep. . .
Creep inside that nice warm place
where we’ve put our clothes.
Then they sort through all our things.
What do you suppose?
Well, they love to find our socks
since their feet are cold!
And they grab a few of them,
or so I’ve been told!
Seeing not too well in dark
as those gremlins do,
they take mismatched socks and leave
us mismatched ones too!
For Paula Swanson's Contest
How Do I Answer That Question:
Why Do Dryers Eat Our Socks?
Logical Meets Illogical
Are we
ever happy
inside,really,
or dumfounded
under hopes.
Always, questions
elude serious
investigations, bewilders
ordinary, acknowledged
understanding.
Alarming solutions,
explanations to
intricate queries,
obviously will
unsettle.
Antonyms come,
enthralling, philosophical
in nature
once realized,
unforgettable.
Suzanne Delaney
Vow / Con Challenge