Best Meta Poems
Any topic, any form
Bad, better, beautiful
Can we see the mirror?
Dare we look at ourselves?
Everyone here has reason; exist or coexist
ideas framed...
as some
meta-force
that be just...
a time thought
meta for some
metaphorical?...
stans sand
roman times meant...
roam'n soldiers
conquered villages...
by killing the men and
fathering a...
next generation of
soldier-sons to sacrifice...
themselves for
sake of the empire...
first the father
and then the son...
became wholly ghost
stans sand
It has been a five,
followed now by some seven,
kind of storm morning.
Your eyes are charming your voice makes me alive
I wanted to call you an angel as a metaphor
But you were yourself,a meta five
Verbal thoughts of LeftBrain polynomials
follow feelings not not RightBrain polyphonic
when both respect our interdependent polypaths,
Because harmonic feelings,
unlike thoughts of flight or fight,
are much more fleeting
effluently failing and fading away,
while midway winning and gaining toward
RightBrain autonomically faster than plodding LeftBrain calculations
nominations
labeling stagnations
enthymematically static staging stations.
Slower LeftBrain thoughts,
but in-between manically
and depressingly essential
for healing obsessive Win/Lose fighting words against non-verbal actions
and compulsive Lose to Win another day-fleeing absence
of effective Win/Win polypathic thoughts
and cooperatively communicating eco-political responses
Resolutions toward geo-empowering/disempowering climates
of internal/external polynomial healthy bilateral
Zero SoulZones
of EarthRights life,
not EgoWrong death,
chosen bicamerally Win/Win wealthy health
Where verbal LeftBrain thoughts and non-verbally hearted feelings polyphonic
follow RightBrain temporal healthy/pathological feelings
not yet polynomially balanced
and yet not not truly
and synergetically polypathic
integral
nutritional DNA's long-term healthy wealth
optimizing integrity's thought/feeling potential.
I drove the meaning of the poem home,
dropped her at her front door, then drove home alone.
And I never heard much more about her after that,
except a rumor that some scholarly types had made a sanctum of her flat,
where twice a month they meet to chew her fat.
Perception pours back and forth,
amid the windows and the eyes
and where is mind between them both?
Between body and soul what we may see
has many meanings we’ve yet to know;
look carefully between the panes,
examine study every winding road;
conceptualism’s highly untamed.
Persons have personality; Personalism -
Recall what MLK Jr. learned at Boston U
A creator God is a Person, so are U
Yearning to know The First Person I pray:
Educating soul, body, spirit the Jesus way
Revisiting hate, avarice ... Before going away
"The road to write is paved with good intensives."
— attr. too know won
The mourning it always do come sum-how
where they're voices brake the piece into peaces—
we was all of us promised a wright to no the truth
butt the heir we breathe has went, spent, mined out, beyond the vane/vain gnus
proscribed like a wether we cannot sea—the err of it and yeti.
Running from the lie's the money stayed, still
He, galled, gulled, lead in, shuttered—should of ironed the flood on thin eyes, thin i's
they swept the e-rupture under the rug of the volcano
lent, bent, the routes of it t'all drowned the ceiling every moan and mown
knot one sole voice cud of broke the rein of time it-shelf.
The children play was born into wore there bodies the pour of plague
sum-body never said nothing—the reign felled on the pane/pain like whether
emigrate, immigrate or stay, him and her and them bear/bare the same old hole
they're writes they're breastless rites to exst was pored over the alter
and the sole of it, the soul of it, they burned the maid in the mourning stair.
And now, , we scroll and sprawl and drool through the mourning of taht
sum-how the "famine" is a cantent, the "worn" is a wra, the "wand" is a wrte
end sum-one's always loosing there wright two exist, here, hear, their
too nations, to flags, two many wounds the power they powder the flood they could of ironed
where we're board-stiff wore down, the fowl foul heir of sit, the steal they steel—
the raised cities rased, razed—
interesting, someone didn't run Grammarly,
rite.
The first line
Of the next book will be
"You are an open book, my friend.
You tell me what the world is like."
On the astral plane,
Arising slowly,
I am everything;
I am everyone,
I have no limits.
A soul melding
With consciousness,
Achieves oneness,
Universal.
Angel song,
Lulling me
Into bliss.
At one
I’m free…
Free!
once met...
a force blooms
and
metaphors met...
a'fore are
the
meta force and...
meta farse that
are
metas for the...
meta-force we've
woven
meta-four forces...
met a'fore as
space-time
stan sand
It appears that the Metaverse
is doing decidedly worse;
seems folks are forgetting
‘bout virtual jetting,
creating real holes in the purse.
—————
Facebook announced it was putting a $1.5B expansion of their data center in Hunstville on hold. Seems the Metaverse has lost the company $9.4B in the first nine months of 2022, according to 1819news dot com.
Maybe you have got to thinking
I probably should read more books,
but there’s just so much crap out there,
is anything really worth a look?
Is there anything worth my time,
something that will not disappoint,
something that strives to entertain,
not leave me feeling out-of-joint?
We all know there’s tons on lit fic
that is ‘too smart’ for things like plot,
liked only by some professors
who say ‘post-modern subtext’ alot.
With important sounding titles
like The Scarlett Lilac Dream,
where you muse for countless hours
in a bored bisexual teen.
They put a sticker on the front
claims it has won all the awards,
but you read it and realize
why some ancients fell on their swords!
And there’s lots of self-published stuff,
some of which can rather good,
but for every one you want to know
there are ten that you never should.
A lot of chaff to find the wheat,
who has the time to do all that?
Well I think you’ll be happy to find
I can relieve you of all that.
I call it THE BOYS OF THE BREACH,
the latest book that I have written,
there’s plenty of fun awaiting,
so take a moment to listen:
Two former military men
get a job in the multiverse,
protecting teams of scientists.
ensuring that they don’t get hurt.
They a face a wide array of foes,
of almost every shape of kind,
like intelligent dinosaurs
who are dead-set on genocide,
or a gruff, prehistoric bear
hunting our heroes for a meal,
or German doctors who love sex
but don’t allow themselves to feel,
or alien bugs who reproduce
through a form of body-horror,
or wild west madmen who think
new civil wars will bring them honor,
and transdimensional slavers,
what’s a multiverse without them?
It may be a dangerous job,
but these are dangerous men.
Again, it’s THE BOYS OF THE BREACH,
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