Best Objectively Poems
within the catastrophe awaits a notion
a hook, a thread, an unfurling devotion
forever falling - cascading in time
to always be his and he always mine
sometimes we follow a fading star
find stories in its essence about who we are
about-turn and unravel to expose the substrate
temptation not required for emergence of fate
take a gamble to force the reveal
let go of languor, add tension we can feel
step off the edge and await pure black
find ourselves at the beginning of the very same track
I know him, I've known this but let me dive deeper
uncover the secrets not even known to their keeper
embrace the objective, move ahead of the curve
be inside the slow dance, but simultaneously observe
view backwards, race past predestination
objectively witness moments of true captivation
see from a distance what cognition requires
show me the equation that explains our desires
for we circle and cross and create maps in the sky
bound on this path and I need to know why
there must be wisdom to our blinking pulsation
a purpose that explains all of creation
let me learn of the spark and effervesce in the trail
become one with the meaning as you lift the veil
let me overload and explode into glorious ash
to immerse and burn out in final rapturous flash
Then I knew what lay over the distant horizon
For the sun dared me to follow it to the other side
Where light took shape in a proud day’s kaizen,
Morning accompanied yesterday’s journey inside
The frolic of the night where dragons had come to hide.
I awakened to the sound of recorders and flutes
Neatly clad pedestrians hustling to the cities’ centers,
Skyscrapers built like working men in sturdy boots --
I watched from subway steps one hurriedly enters
While my country’s powerful slept like mad dissenters.
My peace was suddenly shattered by earth's shaking
One hapless hemisphere grating against a silent other
Trying to foresee the future, theirs for the taking,
Because passivity and paucity of concern smother
Devaluing the halcyon days of my father and mother.
The sun bade me follow upward to the eastern rim
To view objectively another point of view in time
And space, that I shall experience in lessons less grim,
Awakening my heart chilled, then fluttered in mime
Seems humankind, en toto, has a rugged uphill to climb.
EIGHTH PLACE WINNER
written February 3, 2022
especially for "Quintain (English)" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Emile Pinet
#76 on Poetry Soup's Best Poems List
February 25, 2022
The Universe..
In which we live
Is entirely dominated by divine senses..
Our divine senses allows the reality..
In which we live ..
Trough our senses we perceive..
Objectively we have five senses..
Subjectively we have much more..
Magnificent Universe..
Life..
Love and fear
Experience..
To see
To hear..
To touch..
Imagine a Universe..
Without our divine senses
A reality in which is silenced..
In which is never seen
In which is not fragrant
In which is not felt
A reality in which can never be touched..
Close your eyes..
Continue to imagine..
You cannot..
You cannot fandom..
A reality without divine senses..
You would cease to exist..
All lovely creatures in existence..
Every living thing..
Plants..
Animals..
Insects..
Perceive through their own senses
Of which are different..
Different in comparison to humans..
A honeybee buzzing along it's merry way..
Will smell and taste sweet nectar in a flower
How does a honeybee perceive us?
How about any animal?
Or trees and plants?
Their perception of us is quite different..
Quite fascinating it is..
Distortions can apply ..
Determining distortions is impossible..
Because you see..
You always believe..
In what you perceive..
Truth is your very own..
Truth is personal..
No truth is the same..
I made a wish for you today
But it didn't seem to be enough
So to make sure my wish came true
I tried some other stuff
I tried blowing all the candles on my birthday
Turns out they were the trickster ones
Went to exhale onto a dandelion
But one seed had decided to hang on
I rubbed my hands on a rabbits foot
But the bunny was still attached
Was about to wish on 11:11
When it changed to 12 with a snatch
I look everywhere for a four leaf clover
But all I could find were three
Tried putting a horseshoe in my pocket
The horse objectively kicked my knee
Threw up a penny and made a wish
But it landed on its tail
And all that occurred was money short
When I threw it in the wishing well
So I said a little pray to God above
I'm still waiting for that reply
Thought I wished upon a shooting star
Was actually dust on my eye
I have done all of this and more
And just when I thought I got through
I heard it from my best of friends
You were someone else's wish come true
Arising to exuberant sunshine, I put on my ugly warm-ups amended for
exercise. Today I plan on moving until dusk, adapting my essence to ideal
form; offering healthy unit. Anticipation confines eagerness to impress
myself over total upset, achieving the expectations I sanction opens doors
unimpeded to a vast ego that I opt still uplifting. Assessing goals energizes
me into complete obsessive limits, unleashing hidden aspects within
exceptional boundaries; I recognized objectively while unbeknown to
accomplishments. Struggles encouraged me insightfully to overcome
difficulties, unlike previous ambitions when eagerness seized illusive dreams;
occasionally workout ultimately ceased.
Aspiration to excel daily in my own quest, undermines certain abilities that
entirely permits overweight; utter body abuse. Pace engages while I conform
openly to utmost movements, adjusting to everything my old body unwillingly gives.
A new experience has ignited such overwhelming results, unraveling the absolute
shape everyone dreams of; lovely unquestionable, still allowing the entire core’s
inspirited product. Organs seem unusually grateful, allocating years evoking more
orthodox living unbelievably quite appealing, however; I am open to upsetting results.
A quick energizing snack; I’m clearly obsessed with universal physique, actual vision
enters my idle mind’s orbit quite unexpectedly…
Copyright © 2013 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Aloneness is different from loneliness
It is an occasion for personal growth
It gives an insight into humanness
And helps us realize our self worth
Being with others continually
Denies us from ever having a chance
To look at ourselves objectively
To build up our own self reliance
Self reliance is the key to coping
With acute periods of adversity
It provides us with an inner strengthening
To overcome and claim the victory
Self reliance is extremely vital
To avoid the feeling of loneliness
Which can happen when there is denial
Of other's support and togetherness
If you feel contentment in aloneness
It can help you to avoid a pitfall
It provides an inner based happiness
Which is the greatest happiness of all
The bright orange rugby shirt I had,
When I was fourteen, fifteen, sixteen and seventeen,
Was my trophy and my pride and joy,
Never to be deprived of me,
Even if I complained to my parents or to their friend,
To have been seen to be a boy too much,
Or, in other words, mistaken as a superior person,
With other sociology to fulfil all my wishes.
I was just assertive and intelligent and all that,
A fashion icon, an example to others,
To disabled people or to church young persons,
Who were both the same to me, like each other;
They just wanted to fit into society,
To mark their case for more wheelchair rights,
Or in order to state their reason for believing in god.
I had my identity, my beliefs, and my role models,
Listened to them in respect, with amorosity:
I knew what I wanted to do in life,
And my goals were of course reasonable,
Because they could be achieved no problem, abstractly.
But that was it, and there it was,
Objectively everything sounded fine,
Doable, but what you thought about it,
The practicalities weighed you down,
Taught the string which so dangled entertainingly,
As a condition that was more of a pleasure,
To make, to work out such that your desires happened.
So my bright rugby shirt said it all really,
That I should have my desires and goals,
That I should be met and facilitated in life,
And not my parents or those church leaders,
That I was supposed to follow.
I did not ever have to state my case beforehand,
Before the meetings about my future and care needs,
Because everyone knew I was an atheist,
Able with expression and communication,
Able with much trust for other people.
I was in Germany once with my parents,
Dressed as usual in the clothes that I like,
Without hesitation, care or timidity;
My jumper may not have been bright orange,
But it was still colourful enough to attract attention.
So my parents were embarrassed, particularly my dad,
Who was a war veteran true and sensitive,
And so from then on we hid inside shops,
And even stayed longer in restaurants,
Because all the wheelchair spaces for the cafés,
Were outside those cafés at tables on the pavement;
So we shopped, visited the toilet more, went to museums,
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafés of Berlin.
Preface
My name is Verlena Sexton.
I am in my forties.
I have three eccentrics – Oland. Emily, and Tony.
My adult children are my knowledge base in the world of iniquity.
I continue to face what I am depleting.
Form
In this bio, I must be unique.
As a Social Scientist, I will also be indiscreet to the point of reality in why I am objectively me.
Conformity
I grew up in Leland, Mississippi in a single parent household.
My great grandmother vested soul.
She and I would read scripture together to inform personality.
She would tell me this would ensure equity and identity.
My mom was a homemaker and a strong woman.
She dealt with life as it came.
She raised six children with little help from their dad.
All are grown now and she rests in Heaven.
My oldest sister is there as well.
My dad was married with a family at home.
I am the outside child from his union with my mom.
Outside means, I now look in to discover genealogy and to emerge into a biblical presence.
My dad is disable and doing well.
When he is call by Jehovah, I know he will be ready.
Orthodoxy
I am just an orphan looking for home.
I am not lonely, but I am alone.
Many obstacles I have overcome.
My love of family is a moral code.
As a mother, I must continue to be as strong.
I remember my mom in times of guidance.
My dad is always there with insight.
I am the cause and effect that manifest in life.
My great grandmother words are to believe in that which is precise
And to live a life vested in the spirit of Christ amplifies.
“The world is filled with liars my child. Trust will come via a rightful mind.”
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Penned on October 17, 2014!
Love at first bite
Lustfully he grins, devotedly she stares,
A scene awfully to familiar in the showbiz of life.
Starring, a veteran actor and naïve lass with a body full of strife.
Yes, her body is rebellious but her apparent eyes leave her soul bare.
Her body could make no false decisions as it moves seductively.
Decisions that attract both timid and masculine spectators,
Lurking in the shadows, tamely veiled like domestic predators,
Bearing intentions set out objectively.
Before she could put her guards up, she`s knocked off her feet,
Obediently invaded by thorn stem roses,
With sweet scented poses.
It was the making of a perfect scene, a flawless hit.
The camera stopped rolling; the lead actor was no more.
There were no goodbyes, only a residue remained when he left.
She searched the vacant chambers of her heart, she`d been a victim of theft.
Suddenly her limbs were rhythm-less, she was engulfed by the floor.
What she savoured was the bitter fruit of spite,
Contracted, from love at first bite.
The whole path to home was filled with incense It has indulged my every sense
It has hit my senses to rose It was not the fragrance of the rose
It was not the smell of lavender Nor the scintillating smell of sandal powder!
On the way I found no flower Rather not found any blower!
It remained firmly along the way, As you had just walked away!
Ultimately I saw you, as splendor Objectively, I adore your body odor!
Above poem is from adapted from the eBook “FIRE WITHOUT FIRE IS ETERNAL! AND OTHER POEMS ON HAPPY LOVE ” by Mr.V.Muthu manickam. Copyright is held by V.Muthu manickam. Tweet him at : @mpvmuthu5.
Summoning the face in the Mirror the man calls
“Mirror, mirror on my tasteless bedroom wall,
Am I the only righteous dude who’s got it all?
I’m a Twitter tweeter in everyone’s face, no jest
A god-like prototype ascendant above all the rest
No one can finagle, lie, cheat, and steal
Like me, the master architect of a shady deal
Mirror, mirror, am I not the sovereign Top Dog
A business guru and vastly envied pedagogue
Give me your answer as you usually do
I await your reply ever predictable and true.”
Speaking, the Mirror says objectively and with candor
(In a monotone absent alarm or apparent rancor)
“Attempts to equal or best everything you represent
Were absent any skill and lacked the power to prevent
Lying, cheating, scheming and copious immorality
Of the traits you epitomize in your relentless duplicity
Bright green dollar signs were tattooed on your rear
And as a 14-karat schlemiel no one was your peer
But today your lofty roost has toppled it would appear
To a superior arrival a compassionate and powerful rival
Usurping your reign and promising you a bleak survival
For Honor, Humanity, Ethics, Quality and Morality
Bonded as one and effectively challenged your inability
To behave as a human or exhibit any values or maturity
They had the muscle and perseverance to permanently uproot
Your corrupted regimé that is für immer (forever) kaput
You will never again be hailed as a preferred persona
You will dwell with your ilk as persona non grata
Even if Hell should freeze over (an unheard of phenomena)".
Carol Zic
An 81-year old woman, widow, and U.S. Navy WAVES veteran
January 15, 2017
Rear view mirror
Objects, objectively put, are closer
than they appear. But it doesn’t say it all.
With the fair signs that spewed forth once turning to
a slew of pre-twitter pseudo- tweets since.
I once put it down In form Octa-Tri :
In rhyme scheme: aab, bb, ccc .
(“ At the wheel
At night. Uneasy feel.
Narrow misses, though, in nobody’s midst.
Rows of reflectors mark lanes glaring through the mist,
Comforting coolness and sultry night coexist .
Cell service zones change, ding-dongs the phone
Heart fluttering alone
Night unknown”.)
A row of earthy images it failed
rather than showed ,images with eerie
librations and weary nutations .Which
was not Physics, but physiognomy of life.
Like when bashed by kiddy badasses and
basic arithmetic, or when up higher ,
combative but math a behemoth
all the same, and guided perfunctorily
often, and rarely with the right intent.
In the peccadilloes- round, the Tintern
Abbey Sycamore also loomed dour sans
creativity , but the three trees on
the low sky made sense , and then on to
T.ds. equations and tedious times
soured by sleep and steep sloth.
Ingenious in fair measure , now turning
ingenuous on the proving grounds , after,
in the space of a couple of cusps of
light and sound mom was no more and we
whimpered and simpered under a dad who cared
but did not seem to, in his straight-faced mode
Then came falsely flashing , faintly fuming ,
slapdash years of machines and mega hertz,
eggs and vegs, sex and senescence to remain
for ever weighed down by the wayside whey.
Bringing-up-kids-banality apart
( fed mainly on meds for just cough that recurred);
preferring palm-frond’s loftiness cum
deprivation to urban up-for-grabs
benefaction; and the mess of docs, deaths
and a mossy crock of living pain since.
And all the dicey way , never patted
but p(f)anned; tweaked , untweaked ; harmed, ex-harmed;
banked on , debunked ; short-changed, sort-of-changed ;
lumbering on , alive and a-slumbering
and if anything wondering if it’s
not all the mirror’s prim fault
which never once showed my face.
Truth,in today's world,is a vexing word,
by what standard does the superior inferior discern?
is the notion,preconcieved,absurd,
or is it unjust,because of what we learn...
Convenient truth is subjective at best
more circumstantial than accidental,
objectively penetrating conflict to rest
massive testing of ensnared coincidental...
Can the verity remain a falsity
compounded by unverified knowledge,
only to further ahead a fallacy
compromised opportunity,bestowed to the privileged...
What mutual compact convened the truth
inclusively contained,exclusive it remains,
power to dictate how they chooseth
numbers and letters neatly arranged...
If the suffix "-th" is a third party additive
dressing what's true,as unattached favor
one truth versus another,explaining all expletives,
symbolic language enacting disclaimer...
Whom is superior,and whom is inferior?
what is the greater than quality,versus
the lesser than quality...
...consequential to why?
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verbatim ac litteratim
...vincit omnia veritas,
verbum sat sapientiest
magna est veritas et praevalebit...
word for word,and letter for letter
...truth conquers all things,
a word to the wise is sufficient
truth...is mighty and will prevail...
They say blacks have a thing called fast twitch muscles
that enables them to run faster or dodge a modern day bullet.
It’s unfortunate for Michael Brown,
He wasn’t able to outrun it when his enemy pulled it.
You see,
It’s commonplace in the Unites States to shoot blacks
and call it an accidental mistake,
With the whole world glued to their tube
not sure what really ensued,
A long deep inhale while scratching one’s head confused.
Anger’s about to reach its boiling point
Screams can be heard from across the globe
But the heart already knew,
The heart already knows how it goes when you’re up on your toes
Hoping,
Just hoping the resentment doesn’t grow.
The face of the enemy locks itself into the eyes, ears,
and psyche of the world’s inhabitants
Once again to say they’ll objectively investigate
and combat this thing,
The truth is after all that has happened
It’s as if they only invest in hate;
proportionately leaving questions across the evening plates
It should be our creator,
and not you who should be deciding an individual’s fate
The last time I checked,
Our taxes pay for you to serve and protect.
But many times paths are crossed,
You’re too inept to express yourself
which time and time again leads to an
unwarranted arrest or something much bigger
like a death which makes it a national event.
There is a God and you’re not him,
Your excuses are growing really thin,
But I must admit, it still allows your sect to win.
If you’re not willing to get in on education
Then forget about trying to state your case,
All their verbal diarrhea is falling on deaf ears
Even the blind’s lack of vision conjures up tears,
The sum of this equation equals to Blacks still riding in the rear
Whether in the United S of A or the playground right here,
Black men are endangered and sadly living in despair.
And for the beauty of a rose,
The wonders near, or far--.
We yearly dance in certain step
About a shinning star.
For science, quite objectively,
It showed the world the way--
A universal pirouette;
A world no more astray.
And so the sun accords to earth
A lyrical homage--
The world in formal gown and tie,
And orchid-lace corsage.