Best Perceiver Poems
Dear Music
Dear Music- would you marry drum?
for it will be beautiful when played under the setting sun
How would you love to be tomorrow’S heading
will you invite Guitar to your wedding?
From million miles your melodies be heard
As soothing as the morning hymn of a mocking bird
Since happiness can only befriend you
For you’re surely beautiful and true.
Music- queen of the ballroom
You Indeed are dominator of the mind In vexed volume
Could you stop the violence- happening a thousand mile
Sole Perceiver of peace - thence thou shalt smile
For you are one of the timbers of earth
As every soul knows you since birth
Only you can manipulate the choice-less
And can also speak for the voiceless.
Music- should you need a king,
Who will endear you with a diamond ring
You can think of Michael Jackson and Bob Marley,
From your talented basement to your lobby,
And even to you, Lucky Dube, and John Lennon were dear,
among the spot earners on the isle of the phenomena
As they, the aforementioned had no limit of valence
Yet they lived and died under our pitiful surveillance.
Dear Music- I wish you could walk for the disabled
For they indeed are hopeless- and subtracted from the fabled
You mesmerized, thence emphasized the beautiful life
But don’t the laborer deserve a break from the hunger and strife
I admire your stance to point out the lies- that demised many dreams
However I’m disgusted by the ignorance of the poor’s screams
Music- you define immortality- yet omit the underlying reality
I wish a few will see beyond generalization one day- and preserve equality-
01 March 2011
Just Like Father
For every single day, you’ve watched me
Remember how’d I express my thoughts
My feelings you would express as yours
Daily routine, together we stumbled to practice
In your humming, I fondly put words and we sing
In your asking, I become a learner and perceiver
In being inquisitive, I should rationalize
To prove certain things, you would not understand by now
We go on the same haircut as always the crew cut
We paired off dresses in every outdoor moment
Have the same craving for foods and things to do
Like a spider web, hanging out, interweaving close ties
“Just like Father,” words come out from your lips
I am proud to hear this coming from you
“Just like Father,” means you want to be like me
You are my son and only true admirer
I wish I could give you the best of me
You are my little hero
Wakes me up, when I fell into an uneasy sleep
You are my little angel
Guard me through the walk in the darkest pathway
You’re my son and only true resemblance
I am...
a lamb of the Good Shepherd; seeking to love and follow him more faithfully
the husband of my college sweetheart; with her, I hold a winning lottery ticket
a family man; seeking to make my clan a place to thrive, a safe haven for all
a hard worker; seeking to pour heart, soul, strength and mind into each task
an empathetic friend; seeking to acknowledge pain and help you find your way
a waistwatcher; seeking that enigmatic perfect ratio of flavor to calorie count
an aficionado of nature's beauty; seeking moon rises, waterfalls, and sunsets
a trail maven; seeking to conquer unattained summits and enjoy unseen vistas
a pedal pusher; seeking to luxuriate in the great outdoors by cycling through it
a careful arranger of words; seeking to write poetry qualifying as transcendent
a student of the arts; seeking to divine their secrets and know myself better
a creator of music; seeking to be a blessing, mindful of those far more talented
a lover of humor; seeking to laugh at myself, and 'dish' with a wink and smile
a player of games; seeking camaraderie over a win, fellowship over high score
a solver of puzzles; seeking to use math and science to comprehend my world
a connoisseur of the fine wine of baseball; seeking that elusive championship
a perceiver; seeking to heal with a compassionate ear and encouraging word
.....
I am blessed and grateful to be alive and loved by such wonderful people
I am a zoo of many animals; come by some time and find one you like!
Reflections
Reflecting upon – it is a dangerous game for one to play
for it leads to flawed judgements – unreasonable expectations
for expectations are seldom realizes or met by others.
Expectations are difficult to live up to, by others or by ones self.
Images projected, those reflections are often built upon fantasies,
illusions, delusions that distort or blind the perceiver to a reality.
Personal history is just that – personal – and not a measuring stick
by which to quantify, see, judge, to comprehend what is here and now
nor is it the mirror by which to bring forward – into the future.
Judge not but by that which is in the moment – the here and now.
Yesterday is history, it’s past, not the story upon which to create – today.
Today is all we have !, yesterday is gone !, - tomorrow is promised to no one !
B. J. “A” 2
January 12th 2007
perceiving both sides
at once is as
of an equality
within...
an eclipse-moons light that appears dark and
hence light and dark seem as knotted
mind concepts
within...
perception limits just as left reflects as right
light humour may appear as darker being that an
equality of opposites is as an infinity mobius strip concept
within...
any single mind at any one moment in time to munch input/output
as with having the minds mirrored molars on both sides of an issue at once
and the perceiver pondering a neutrality as readers might perceive some bias
within...
an equality of opposites that a neutrality sums as a zero
stans sand
Hear my special child’s alphabet features
Eagerly, he mumbles with sheer delight
a-ape; b-bear; c-cat… dear God’s creatures!
D-dove; e-eagle; f-falcon… birds of great flight
g-goat; h-horse; i-impala…all in Noah’s ark
j-jaguar; k-koala; l-lion… oh, what a sight!
m-monkey; n-newt; o-opossum; hey, they don’t bark
p-parrot, q-quail, r-robin; busy in their nests
s-snake; t-turtle; u-unicorn…hiding in the park!
v-viper; w-wallaby: do they hate pests?
x-x-ray fish; y-yellow fin tuna: swimming gaily
z-zebra and zebrafish together in animal fests…
Alphabet "perceiver" he’s become expertly
Reading, sounding, blending letters blissfully!
April 12, 2019
Edited on May 22, 2020
Honorable Mention, "BRIAN'S CHOICE Q,any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/23/2020.
Honorable Mention, "YOUR CHOICE h" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/17/2025.
A voice perfection has conceived
Where once a fledgling had perceived
Divine an ingenuity
I now have found humanity
Yet pulses through Great Britain's veins
Your lasting boyish innocence
All I've struggled to obtain
A child's heart was its penitence
Of old perceiver, you are now portrayed
By cruder hands. Oh untainted mind!
Your rhyme and verse relentless time has weighed
Yet found have I a heart behind.
The foggy snow hats the mount peaks,
The chilly wind frosts all snaky creeks.
The shelter covered by creamy layer;
Face of a pane of the wistful thinker.
The clear icicles cling from the gutter,
Like the tearing of a sadden perceiver;
The thousand drops flood within:
Reviving my mother's teaching.
Once a spoiled teen in mother's arms;
Had poetical talent with full charms.
Then flew to adore distant flowers,
Received pitiful consequences later.
The obstacles shadowed the daily life,
Just a few of them have been rectified.
The foggy days repeat over and over?
Only self-confident man can endeavor.
Even powerful mind soaked in tears,
Let the body move on without fear,
Hopefully the snow fog will cease;
The strong heart could stay at peace!
Tomorrow the weather could be fine,
Keep moving on the tough, nasty line,
Even the fuzzy way lessens the vision,
Try hard to find the right destination.
Go on to reach out the ideal flowers
That bloom in the beautiful weather;
Leave the foggy days, obstacles of life,
To pass over the foggy day and smile!
Are these words
Or just li(n)es,
Forming meaning to host
But bubkis* to most
Do I write what I say
This scribble, transcription
I detect some conviction
But if said and not heard
Another blissful, pragmatic
Exceptional blurb
Once exchanged
To receiver
Once translated
By perceiver
It may lose it's intent
Could ignite, not prevent
But the message is taken
Clear, action, now
And, G-d forbid, if mistaken.
(11/04/03)
*Yiddish for nothing/worthless
Whispering wings ~ feathers afloat,
Molting and marvelous, magnanimous
Wonders, alighting in familiar places.
~
Each feather remembers the warmth,
The pear-shaped cradle ere birth.
The quietude-nest, the guardian enfolds.
~
Even in rapid flight, into ebony night,
Wings, like a butterfly’s, though they sing,
trumpet no sound, unless one’s in tune
~
With God, unless the Spirit is just right,
Unless the Father is prepared to save
Or take away or just delight - just because…
~
Molting and marvelous, plucked from memories,
The magnanimous calls to the perceiver —
The flight, the whisper, the hesperus-hour,
~
Tingle of senses, the angelic featherbed
Releases an echo of space and time
To loved ones left behind…a single dove.
~
Even the blind, deaf and dumb recover
their senses, grab hold of the felicitous flight
…somehow, one’s guardian angel delivers this gift.
~
Godspeed, feather-light, wings that glow
whiter than snow. The Holy Spirit prepared
to disentangle truth from fiction in one’s frightful season.
~
Guardian-wing’d, miracle snow-drift, lights up
those dust-filled dendrites, attempts to clear
the cobwebs — spread of peace and light.
~
Next to her, smiling wide, exact replica
of an angel - Mom. Next to her frame —
a feather-gift treasured by my father.
1/12/2022
Reflections
Reflecting upon – is a dangerous game to play.
For it leads to flawed judgments – unreasonable expectations.
Expectations are seldom realized or met by others,
difficult to live up to by others, or by one’s self.
These images, projected, especially if those reflections
are built upon fantasies – illusions, delusions -
delusions that distort or blind the perceiver to ,
true reality before one who thinks she sees .
Personal history is just that - personal – and no measuring stick,
by which to see all, judge all, comprehend all and make it the
total essence of the here and now, nor is it the mirror
into which you project and say “ it reflects ”
bringing it, forward into the future.
Judge not, but by that which is in the moment – the here and now.
Yesterday is history, passed, not a story upon which to create today.
Today is all we have, yesterday is gone – tomorrow is promised to no one
B. J. “A” 2
The letter to Monica, 1 pages
January 14th 2007
My Dear Monica :
AS I reflect upon the many diatribes you have pierced my ears, my soul , my heart, my spirit with during these passed seven months – July 13th 2006 – that we have shared time and became intimates ( stories of intimate, personal knowledge ), I have to wonder ?, just what do I really mean to you .
Love
Bill .
Shadow of Ignorance
by Odin Roark
How pervasive
This innocence
Turned weapon
Casting as it does
But silhouettes of its reality
The shadow of man
So often seen
So clandestine its verity
Moving over landscapes
Brightly lit with fear
Politics
Religion
Relationships
Business
On it goes
This outline of purpose
Hiding stealthily behind
Its backlit reality
Blind remains the perceiver
Trusting that which can’t be seen
Except by penumbra’s
Epiphanous delusion
Rare integrity
Steps from behind the eclipse
Revealing their true certitude
Risking that many perceivers
Will see such action specious
Leeriness of convictions
Dictates reason as shield
Aware mendacious agendas
Prevail as the given today
Thus argue the conscious
To excuse ourselves with ignorance
Is derelict of duty
Hastening the speed of covert influence
Rapidly paving persuasive highways
Where opportunity shows little honesty
Continuing to deceive our sense of safety
With misleading caution signs
Many speed through just before
Plunging over the cliff
a perceived reality amounts to....
about five percent of the whole
and space-time is....
a relative vision
meaning time is....
a space gauge
of pasts recycled as....
echoes of
rythyms and beats of....
years of days gone by
as the perceiver conducts....
by times metronome
and the perception hopefully....
responds somehow familiar
that eyes, ears, and minds know....
no reality-mirage is perfect
no matter the mirror...
that one echoes their music from
stan sand
The strides wide with determination,
Through ups and downs of the day’s admiration,
A life of bliss and diss with undefined procrastination,
Gone wide and wild with the days’ words of deception,
Of emancipation from defined virtues of misconception.
There is you that walks and seems to like not,
The strides and steps aside, in determination,
The full-on health with skins tendered in motion,
Indescribable beauty that sees not the perfection,
There is you with the origins of declining lot,
Smiling with pride in the thickest of days’ guilt
The unlucky in all; in the redemption of the world,
Undeniably determined but sees not the imperfections.
Happiness is in the undocumented form of emotions,
Purest in the forms bred and nurtured in creations,
The you that perceives to see the good in all,
Is not the you that sees the good in all,
By Hudhaifah Siyad Mohamed
3rd Sept 2019
(*I dedicate this poem to Sylvia Plath on reading her life and works.)
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Oh, the wrinkled face makes me sad
When I look my reflection into you.
I know you are always true
Without preconception
And never change the reflection
But swallow it as it is
And present it to a person.
Never mistaken and not giving false image
Impartial, without love or hate to anyone.
Some ugly people may accuse you
Of being cruel and untruthful
As you don’t glorify anything.
To me you are God’s eye
Always truthful and impartial
With four dimensions.
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March 17, 2014
Dr. Ram Mehta
Form: Free Verse
Seventh Place win
Contest: Any Poem Goes # 14 by Linda PD