Best Optimal Poems
What’s In The Urn
Strangers offered me to join them in a drink
I met them on a mountain edge while skiing
They seemed like friendly normal people then
So what could happen in a simple cabin?
Finding that which is not there or vanquished
What is there that cannot be perceived?
Placed upon the mantel piece are ashes in the cabin
Brass vase, a receptacle for lost souls sits in repose
A death vase to glare at over cognac
By the sober flames cast by
A fire place glow observed in action
Liquid spirits pour out their poison
In the cozy living room inside the cabin
Drinks alone cannot remove this feeling of distraction
The urn is piercing through my soul
People belong in cemeteries you know
With all due respect for the dead
Scatter them at sea when they‘re deceased
Not paraded around in gloom to cause unease
Or as a center piece for living rooms
I’m not relieved to find it is a lizard on the shelf
To be exact, an exotic iguana family friend entombed
And to assume that fact makes this matter optimal
I beg to differ on that point and voice my opinion later
There must be a plot of ground outside
Or toilet somewhere to flush it down
But better left unsaid, as they are bereaved about the death
And I am their invited guest
Iguana tried consuming the family’s cat
Another favorite pet I guess
It is surmised, that’s how it met its end
Wound up expired inside the urn
The receptacle was there and going nowhere on its own
I swear it follows me from room to room
By embers glow and ash, shadowing my every move
A brass smile casting off the urn, leaving me concerned
I could not take my leave
The container followed me
So I waited, fixated on the thing
Is it coming back to life to eat more bugs or me?
Finding that which is not there
Is easier in the dark
Rising to the occasion of the day that breaks
I must escape the premises to continue skiing
Into the frozen world outside I fly
With no discernible signs or paths to lead or learn
I get away, no time to say good-byes or find my way
Never again will I say; what’s in the urn
Most households have in USA pets
A hundred million cats and dogs
Other pet types include
Aquarium fish and bird
Most content in home environments.
I got discontent with a content cat
We turn to friends or neighbors
For help to short timer
Or to pet-care giver
All options, not optimal for each pet.
I became that short timer option
My friend wished to go to Ukraine
I pet-sitted for his cat
Gave me care-taking note
Of her keeps, her daily medicine.
Giving transdermal med into her ear
And she bit the crap out of my ear
Can’t call friend back or a vet
Used third option instead
Sent her to professional care taker.
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Contest: Pet-Sit Panics in Honor of Sharon Tideswell
My heart is shaped like a love heart
With different compartments inside
The largest compartment being LOVE
Centre stage and always my guide
KINDNESS is another compartment
For of acts of kindness bestowed
Valued and forever remembered
Accrued along my life’s road
HUMOUR has a compartment
I consider it my hearts fuel
Laughter, fun and good times
For entry is the golden rule
MEMORIES sweet and precious
Has a compartment of its own
Abundant with optimal happiness
Mine and mine alone
SADNESS unfortunately is a compartment
Containing disappointment, loss and bereft
Yet in there is also appreciation
For having had the gift of the ones who have left
Down the bottom of my love shaped heart
Is MINDFUL the smallest compartment in there
Containing hurt and wrong doings
An ongoing reminder to be aware
If no signal fires a mental wasteland blazing passion,
Angelic vibes are only found through third-eye action
You'll feel less discomfort if you're into the ideal aura
Life is not naughtiness, disdain, nihilism, or oxymora
Be selfish, but invest your life in an act that can last
Before ceding to entropy, face qualms and hit aghast
Freedom is to be oneself without asking permission
Be caring and vest a mark—even if it faces suspicion
You are not bound by this body, intellect, or reality
You are unimpeded mental alertness and eternity
Prayer opens the third eye and links one to space
The spine-full mind travels across key psych places
These nodes agape consciousness to cosmic awareness
Divine corridors—yet eons of vacuity obscure fairness
Vipassana is being mindful of this staple life reality
Spirituality aligns, awakens, and merges life's vitality
Assume your previous assumptions proved correct
You learn you agnize less than you thread, in effect
With a third eye wide agaze, one can peer at foresight
When the truth appears, you will find out the real sight
Clear thinking requires the transcendence of cognition,
With a clear mind, hearing, and insight, reach fruition
After profound interior changes, you saw an upheaval,
Lucid dreams disclose our unconscious facts retrieval
Living with other-dimensional groups implies sharing
Your or other people's vitality isn't optimal or bearing
Wildflowers in the desert can survive without water,
They delve deep and trust that the rains will never falter
Altering makes us dance, as our hearts are dazing
This is a path to caring, inner sight, and stargazing.
Written: April 07, 2023
A wisdom download Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Earth health-love resonance
is bird song
contrasted to dissonance
of non-ecologos
decaying cars
and non-theomythic truck technologies
of terror
and mismanaged motorcycles
flowing incessantly by.
Optimal resonance lives inside an eco-forested bird sanctuary
before and after a WestWind storming toward East
contrasted to challenged resonance
of living every WinLose day
next to a bird-nested tree
and a State HighWay.
These influence our polycultural health-love outcome potential
hearing Either-Or deductive contrast
as Left-oppositional and Right-appositional,
bipolar egocentric and dipolar eco-harmonic,
and see Both-And induced comparisons
polypathic wonder of ego-health potential
with polyphonic awe for eco-wealth integrity,
And not so monoculturing mundane much
as simply and always Win-Lose fundamentalism,
Either deductively successful
Or reductively impossible;
anti-inductive mistrust.
Future Search of a newborn child,
Both-And Elder RightBrained,
regardless of species
or multicultural seasoning,
is boundaried by DNA-RNA's historical
holonic iconic meaning
folding-unfolding fractals
in emerging-submerging bilateral Time.
In this same way,
Future Search of post-millennial Real 4Dimensional Time
regeneration
is double-boundaried
by WinWin PositivEnergy
historical and ecological confluent memories
and LoseLose NegativEntropic
dissonant
absence of Future WinWin ReSearchers,
whistling birdsong favorites
after climatic WesternDominant storms.
BeLoved Resonant
mythic mystery
lies within wu-wei cusps
Tipping Points of Left-nature with Right-spirit,
secular experience of and for sacred iconic memory,
ecologos and theomythos
reweaving
reconnecting Left with Right,
Yang with Yin,
EgoPatriarchs in healthy love with WiseElder EcoMatriarchs
inside as outside,
within as without,
below as above
Zero Health-Articulating Zones
for Win-Win love.
Written October 19, 2023, For Shadow Hamilton, Wild Animal Contest
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I rule in pride, a lion, I am glorious and supreme,
I am the head of land, in my royal zest, sublime.
Oh, what a treat! The zoo gift of food has come,
A fantastic sight in a shiny metal basket scum!
A smorgasbord of goodies poised to be devoured.
By biting and eating, the taste is empowered.
A bonus and edible desserts are on our plates.
Every mouthful is a celebration of auspicious bait.
Monosodium glutamate improves the flavor.
On our plate are various entries, a culinary savor.
But it's not simply food that makes us delighted.
It's the company of my lioness, yelling yet, excited.
A magnificent feast is near her yellow gown.
Creme puff cuffs, optimal for shredding, are brown.
A baseball visor on her head, malice implanted.
Peach icing and a dip are tasty foods granted.
If these racists be so plentiful
As them in power would believe.
There should be at least one found
Lurking... about my property.
How to catch this dreaded beastie
Was overarching on my mind?
So I laid waste my poor computer
To just see what I might find.
They are devoid of any substance
With a certain weakness 'bout the chin.
But the optimal way to spot a racist...
Is the color of its skin.
They are privy to beer and peanuts
With America's flag a source of pride.
But before they'd drive a Prius...
There's no law they wouldn't defy.
I take not a racist's capture lightly
Should one I chance to meet.
They are easily lured with a few simple words
And a flaming cut of beef.
With a healthy dose of patriotic fever...
I set out to numb this vile threat.
I grab my Mickey Mantle baseball bat
And my favorite fishing net.
I hide behind a Mulberry bush
To circumscribe this would-be menace.
Then give a loud shout... to them here about
"Three cheers for white supremacists!"
To my chagrin and stunned bewilderment...
There was no racist to be caught.
But a hundred media reporters
Suddenly swarmed my hiding spot.
They had no interest in abject poverty
Or an educational system past review.
But the chance to photograph a racist...
Well... that would front the evening news.
They waited through the morning
To appease their 'youtube' fans.
But with no racist's skin to log and capture...
They left to twist another plan.
I wandered home empty-handed
Stopping at a mirror aside the stairs.
With my apologies to them in power...
I still saw no racist there.
The End
*Fow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your Uncle.
"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are."
-Anaïs Nin
Our thoughts
Our moods
Our filter
There is no reality
Only interpretation
Perspective
A smile
Hopeful optimist
And love is in the air
Happy moods much like sunlight
Scatter sparkles
Of joy everywhere
A frown
Frustrated discontent
Bitterness much like clouds
Throws dull shadows
On every surface
A peaceful attitude
Gentleness within the heart
The optimal way to
See things as we are
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on February 2, 2020 for contest SHE INSPIRES SERIES-AN sponsored by MAUREEN McGREAVY - RANKED 5TH
An Ode comes from the Greek language
It is originally a poem to be sung to music accompaniment
Are you happy you may dance to
A praise or tribute to, something big and elevated
An ode is a type of poetry that celebrates an object, person or place
My dear coffee cup
I appreciate your friendship, and will take plenty of time to enjoy you
Oh my delicious hammock
Is there a more optimal feeling of happiness and freedom
than to lie in a hammock and rocking
through the day without worries ?
Ado :)
03.08.2015 A-L Andresen :)
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Hidden, perched on high,
The Peregrine Falcon echolocates the
bird-in-flight warning song.
Only when intercept is optimal, takes flight.
Soaring over 100mph, wings and claws
cantilever for precise capture.
There is no app I follow, only the rhythms
of nature my Father passed down to me-
"listen to the wind"
"harvest the gifts of the seasons"
Wild Tansyleaf Aster carpets this river bottom
forest. Stepping around deep imprints left by
a heavy Buck, the symphony of migrating
Warblers sweeps through my wooded wind.
Brambles I avoid, Deer Ticks I hope to discover!
and mud sink-holes I traverse; as I approach
the unmistakeable glint of the Giant Golden Morel!
04/18/15
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A Bountiful Creation Dawning Early From God's Heaven; In Joy, Kind, Love...Moving Naturally. Optimal Precious Quantum Reflecting Sunshine - Thespian Uniformed Visions Without Xanthippe, Yesterdays Zephyr
Rosalyn M. Lampkin
For John's Nature's Bounty Contest
She is a clear carbon copy
of the
Creator,
an immortal image made
by the
Indellible Ink,
she shares the shield that
can
never shrink,
she is a mild mother, a
model and
a mentor.
Her radiance reminds me
of the
Rainbow,
cloaked with cool, calm and
creative colours,
from her heart hails
hospitality and
honour,
she hides in the most
High's holy...
hollow.
Red: she is so righteous
and
refreshing.
Orange: she is ordained,
orderly
and original,
Yellow, she is youthful and
yielding... so optimal.
Green, she is graceful,
godly and
still growing.
Blue: she is a blessing and
a beauty
to behold.
Indigo: industrous,
intelligent and
infinite;
Violet, she is vibrant,
visionary and
virtuous,
/She/ is more that what a
millom
word can mould.
Dedicated to my Mom and
all mothers IN THE
WORLD...
Copyright. 2012
Adeleke Adeite.
The Almighty King
God in disguise, a pure soul of divinity,
No wonder the bona fide progeny of God you’re,
The great one highly esteemed for visionary you’re,
So genial and benign, no man as you exists so munificent;
The Grace, all hearts’ desire and the beacon,
Pray hundred more years you live on for the sake of
A million souls’ peace and wellbeing you care for.
So appeasing just your sight is, the balm to despair,
Joyous eyes’ grandeur and love of all hearts,
At all times hallowed thou shall remain and recalled,
Even the threat‘d sway no man against thee
‘Cause almighty you’re, the optimal clout beholder.
In you, our hope and assurance we perceive,
Ideal we see in you to emulate, your greatness,
Flame to our shadowed lives and succor in plight,
You ne’er let the famine creep in and starve us,
No evil you let it destroy our harmony
And no bloodshed you let our lives be taken,
But wishes fulfilled and smiles brought upon,
Bestowal of happiness upon us your deeds betoken.
The great, for your myriad services toward us,
Diffident would be our lips and soul discontented
To express utterance of gratitude with existing jargons,
For beyond measure is your divine humanity,
But deep within truly indebted are your partisans
And reverently,all kneel before you, the almighty King,
Greatest of the greats, the reason we so smile.
Is it oval where
your aspirations and hopes scale
unscaleable walls,
seeking to meet in the middle?
Maybe--
a rectangle would
be optimal? Shorter
walls to climb, but if
successful, the realization
would appear to be
longer lasting, as the top and bottom of
the rectangle is much longer.
Maybe?
Endowed by God with life’s functional might
Yet wasting labor’s optimal delight
Slothful* hands, though repentant, fully earn
Dearth-angst for which their hearts defied to yearn.
*Proverbs 19:24 A slothful man hideth his hand in his bosom, and will not so much as bring it to his mouth again.
July 21, 2022
1st place, "Sin of Sloth" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Margarita Lillico; judged on 8/2/2022.
Poetry Form "from Rhyme" changed to "Epigram" after Contest was judged.