Best Perceptibly Poems

Dredging up memories you once let go
stirs up muddy waters laced with regret.
And at times, time seems perceptibly slow,
pausing on the things you want to...

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We were vibrant once
but it seems the sun has taken it's toll
Slowly wrinkles and cracks have appeared
Our once glowing skin has perceptibly faded

I am now...

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She has the hair and smile
And your eyes oh so blue 
but the person I see
She has ceased to be you

The flickers of memory
cause my...

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The majesty of a magenta sky
    fades perceptibly before my eyes

  Can it not be bottled before it dies
  ...

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Author Note: A poem in memory of the dreaded ACT, FCAT, SAT, and other Academic Testing
Standards.


Wrapped in a web of preconceived deceit,
cornered by the sound...

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The corridor is darkly invasive
usurpation knows not where it steers,
my nightgown caught on wildfire, 
ending was indubitably a flimsy inferno
dreaming phantasma went up in smoke
i...

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You are now an outsider
No longer part of the mechanism
Not needed, surplus to requirement, redundant
Your mind slowly blunting at the bottom of the bottom drawer...

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Aeolus God and Ruler of the Wind
Summoned Aura and surveying her grinned

Then proceeded to whisper in her ear
Brought shocked expression, a falling tear

"Please do not...

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In epic self-loathing
I let the phone ring, knowing
how you interpret silence
but hope for a psychic storm to send
respect from a thoughtless martyr across
30 miles of...

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Dreamscape.

Soft mottled mists thickly swirl in the night,
Blanketed dreamscape composed in my mind,
Drifting unknowing towards some veiled site, 
Through perceptibly thinning ethereal blind, 
A tableau...

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Some folks just don't have a life of their own.
Some live on other's problems.
Some live on other's dreams, and hopes for the future.
Some live on...

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None knows when the wind will blow
Toward which direction, - fair protection or foul destruction
Ushering the dove or an owl, no premonition
Every step in life...

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Looking outside, I see plenty of snow,
everything around is dusted in white
and time itself seems perceptibly slow.
Yet icicles sparkle in the sunlight,
resulting in a splendiferous...

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Be not complacent 'bout dire global warming...

Thus spake Zarathustra 
necessitating donning layered clothing
in tandem, especially trumpeting   
being with wise mind and economical
exercising usage...

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The smile vanished from the yellow orb, angry clouds swoop in
Gentle waters drift to shore no more, as white-capped waves storm in
Birds flee south; animals...

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