Best Perspicacious Poems
Ocie the Ocelot liked words a lot!
As a tot, words like dot and trot hit the spot
Then, getting older, the folder on her shoulder grew bolder
What was once handy stopped ringing so dandy
Craving vocabulary candy to bandy
She sought what she ought, to form lukewarm to hot
Mooshu, the emu guru, knew what to do
To bring notice and gain focus
Journey there, to the oracle's lair
The fortress of Morris the Thesaurus Tortoise
When she approached his door, saying, "I want more!"
His smile creased - he replied, "Your covet's increased!"
She confessed her distress at being a pest
But he said, "My dear, you're not stubborn - you're tenacious!
You're not merely aware - you're perspicacious!"
It's not only knowledge; it's proficiency, cognition, discernment
For ideas, impressions, concepts, brainstorming segments
Be bold, audacious, intrepid, resolute, gallant
Credit your capacity, flair, savvy, talent
Evade the cliche, the commonplace, the trite
Clamp on, lacerate, masticate, bite!
Hours freed, for her need to succeed
Then, at the end, one final creed to heed-
Don't fall a slave to the misbehaving knave
Sometimes, the simpler speech is the one to save.
3/4/19
Poem of the Day 3/06/19
In antediluvian times, so pluviophilian
Red and gold adorned the grandiloquent pavilion.
With circumlocution's mellifluous elocution
Yellow frankincense sparked a yuletide revolution.
Colors of Christmas idiosyncratic and bright
Symptomatic of joy a quintessential sight!
Black's defenestration led to white's sequestration
Blue myrrh, an epiphenomenon of celestial creation.
The floccinaucinihilipilification of green
An obfuscation of nature's loquacious sheen!
Colors of Christmas idiosyncratic and bright
Symptomatic of joy a quintessential sight!
Orange juxtaposition a kakistocracy of hue
Violet and indigo a perspicacious view.
Silver's mellifluous tone, never superfluous
In this chromatic prolegomenon, so wondrous!
Colors of Christmas idiosyncratic and bright
Symptomatic of joy a quintessential sight!
Nonplussed by colors we're rediscussed
This verisimilitude leaves us all nonplussed.
Recalcitrant shades concomitant with glee
A serendipitous fortuitous Christmas spree!
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia aside.
(Fear not these long words let your aichmophobia subside!)
With tintinnabulation and confabulation
We revel in this spectrum's elucidation!
Colors of Christmas idiosyncratic and bright
Symptomatic of joy a quintessential sight!
From soliloquent red to audacious gold
Our multitude of colors both new and old.
This Christmas palette so efficacious
Renders our celebration truly vivacious.
Yet beyond these hues lies a gift profound
A child is born; in Him true light is found.
For unto us a child is born
Unto us a son is given
And his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor
Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
(Isaiah 9:6)
My inner voice calm, looks for compassion.
To give encouragement, it comes from within.
I look for honesty as my eyes turn inside-out.
Always searching to bend nettles and thorns
into a perspicacious light, intricacy of lace —
intimate in the meaning of life and love.
Gems, like an embryo, form in the dark —
eye-popping wisdom of diamonds and rubies,
sapphires and fiery opals, not endlessly hypnotic
but romantically impactful, not dubiously distracting.
My arms don’t begin at the shoulders but are in the pits
of my inner ken, an amiable passion, like a Winter’s fire
surging powerfully to my hands that draw the waters
of kisses and hugs and the mundane of cleanup
at the end of a day, restart over and over again —
deep deep breaths whisper slowly of strength and vigor,
though the knees ache, the back’s bent but the smiles spark
and the laughs light up like fuel from within. My family draws
from my spirituality, the sense that everything will be alright.
4/23/2020
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
A Poem Honoring Spirituality Poetry Contest
exhaustion of stars
wringing out the memories
one light at a time
perspicacious perspective
revives poetic express
Who can find a virtuous woman?
She is worth far more than rubies.
She is not a possession but a partner.
She is a fantastic conversation starter.
My wife found out that her brother drowned and that she was pregnant with our first child on the same day.
My wife had a husband lose his mind and her father shoot himself in the same 3 months.
Who can find a virtuous woman?
My wife rarely complains, walks clothed in love, and has a sexy smile like Sophia Lauren.
My wife giggles and laughs at stupid jokes out of sheer hilarious kindness.
Who can find a virtuous woman?
Women turn to my wife for advice and direction.
Men turn to my wife for encouragement and affirmation.
She is not a possession but a partner.
She is a fantastic conversation starter.
With her I will grow old.
With her I will travel back to the innocence of my childhood.
Loving her has not been easy as obstacles have come against us from day one,
But when I think to faint or run I dream of her soul and find strength.
Who can find a virtuous woman?
Her children arise and call her blessed;
Her husband also, and he praises her.
My wife’s love for our children manifests in busy days and restful nights,
And through her love my children never doubt the presence and reality of God’s affection.
My wife sees the best in me when others can only see frivolity and failure.
My wife beats back adversity with a conscientious smile and perspicacious laughter.
My wife knows God but does not flaunt her holiness as if it is on display for the world,
And my wife’s motivations are purer than the running water of mountain tops.
I seek not to exalt her to a place of codependence where all of her humanity is crushed beneath the pain of my subjective worship.
No, my wife is no God and she is constantly forgetting to lock her car,
But when I think of King Lemuel and his question for the ages,
When I think of King Lemuel and his somewhat chauvinist question,
Who can find a virtuous woman?
My response is always the same, I can!
Taste buds astute.
How perspicacious are you?
Everyone tends to know food.
Socializing and now you are ready for your appetizer.
Kicking off your shoes and now you are relaxing.
Yesterday was hectic but today is perfect.
Involve your mind because you are
Sassy and fine.
Taste of champagne
Has my mind playing games
Every time I hear your name.
Let’s party
Invigorate the environment
Motion and rhythm
Intimate and together
This is our time.
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PENNED ON AUGUST 27, 2014!
Before the inchoative formation of bygone days, before time's transposing and
infantile sands,
Before the engulfing deluge covered our quixotic shores,
Whence the awakened were dreamers bestriding upon night's fuliginous sands,
Too late did our vaticinators previse deluded by knowledge's eldritch doors,
Of Lemuria and Mu, once reigning over the eastern climes,
As the deceitful dancers sway to notes execrable,
For their perspicacious chanters mumbling over antediluvian rhymes,
The Brobdingnagian power untethered to
crystalline pyramids, prodigious and incredible,
As these inimical dreams descend upon me under a Carib sky,
My fevered mind stalwart to this time begins its empyrean dance,
Into the measureless currents of sleep I fly,
A boundary broken limitless by words unspoken beyond time's cyclopean expanse,
How could a sole entity depict the wafting citadels of eternal electrum, titanium and
true gold,
Of the pellucid towers commanding the salient aether,
Antecedent portals from a vanished race bending time
traversing beyond spaces cold,
Tamers of the bestial winds, riders upon Gaea's gifts we savor,
Too late, did we realize our epoch was at a cataclysmic end,
Further and farther did our dreamers seek the surreptitious places,
A astral vibration inside to the diamond chamber I ascend,
In this ageless sepulcher Neath Atlantis dreaming for the fall
borne Wormwood beyond cosmic spaces.
Alas, I lie, awakened mind
Drifting into God-forsaken
time.
Unconsciously unaware
A war rages under there.
Perspicacious subconscious me
I beseech thee, listen now,
hear my plea.
Blood-drunken sword lay at
thine side.
Allow me rest, dear captain,
just one night
A thousand strong is our
enemies' might
But skirmish, must we, through
twilight?
Perspicacious subconscious me
Understand you not the
insanity?
Demons defeated, victory
blood-bought,
But at steeper price? I pray
thee, give thought!
Perspicacious subconscious me
Must Ego die for victory?
And what of, after, his brother
and friend?
Must I then, too, let go of him?
Leave me, will you, with only
insatiable drive
And let it be that beast Id alone
will rise?
Perspicacious subconscious me
Battle-born and bred, at the
ready.
In the arms of Morpheus let me
be
As you don cloth, no longer
panoply.
Perspicacious subconscious me
Let me rest and truly sleep
For I have a reverie to
sublimely dream.
Yea, to rest and let you, my
mind, be at peace.
A Poem For The Erudite, it sure will be hot
Take the time out to listen, rubbish it's not
Straight from the life of a perspicacious young man
Try and comprehend it...I sure hope you can
There's a lot I can tell you, but I'll make it laconic
Words to astound/it works like a tonic
But, it all isn't good, I'm sure you'll agree
I robbed to support crack, went on a spree
Nonetheless, I must tell you about erstwhile things
About Cause and "Affect" and what it all brings
It started with punishment and led to abuse
Stomped, punched, and kicked like a piece of refuse
That was at home, a total nightmare
Told my story to many, few seemed to care
Yet, at school it was different, oui, au contraire
There were many happy times, but, in all they were rare
Still, to escape from my father, a partial reprieve
An escape so traumatic, you can hardly conceive
Fascinated by study, entwined in my thought
Trying to achieve, Knowledge I sought...
Then came junior high school, another hill to climb
Still, being abused....now etched deep in my mind
Then came the reefer, then came the coke
Life became heavy/like being grasped with a choke
Playing hooky from school to hang on "The Deuce"
Leaving sadness behind/youth on the loose
Coming home at all hours, high on the drugs
Fending off admonishment/not verbally/with shrugs
Now, we come to part of my Crack addiction
On a mission to " Scotty"/incarceration/great friction
On a mission nuff years, retaining intelligent potential
Well, I couldn't lose everything, the mind is essential
But, through all this in prison, you can't know my chagrin
For nothing egregious/no unredeemable sin
But, remember I told you about Cause and Affect?
Recalled in my poem, I helped you reflect
Being abused was profound, a real heartache
There were many times I thought, my life I would take
But, instead I turned to crack/searching in vain
I know to crack you say/how gravely inane
Yet, there's a moral to this story/my life in review
I was abused and kicked crack....and you can kick too
Yo I know 2 poets, one young and one old,
Bold, and bright, bodacious,
But still gracious, perspicacious, never racist,
Moving to the beat of two generations,
Elations, facing nations, speaking truth to power,
This is their hour,
Yo, I know 2 poets, one young and one old,
Farah and Gary Jones, like Ezekiel speaking life to bones,
He makes it real, with zeal, and shields of toughness,
Like the heroes of old, he was a cop, protectin’ the innocent,
Like Clark Kent, they got two sides, one quiet, and one out tha box,
Knocking your sox off, with on time rhymes, and affirmation,
Now check this out, Farah’s like Mozart, makin’ art like a prodigy,
Helpin’ us to see, the magnificent, miraculous,
To make folks see consciousness, of a world where men love with abandon,
I am a fan of them, but yo, I ain’t done yet,
They part of this whole cipher,
Like the pide piper, we rip it nice and smooth style,
Ooh lala A wewe,
We got barak obama’s, in hidin’, fightin’ for a new tomorrow,
Some got sorrow but still shine with rhymes of hope transcendent,
Like Elijah and the prophets, we break optics, with our brightness,
Tightness, lightness of being,
Seeing sounds of bustin’ breakdowns into astoundin’, lightnin’,
Citing, Charles and Baldwin, If you saw them,
You know these black jedi,
White, red eye’s leadin’ to new ages,
Brown sages, yellow suns of revolution,
With poet solutions, Like my girl sue, sowing seeds eternal,
Infernal darkness, you betta watch out,
Cause the soup’s here,
Destroying fear, and like the book of acts,
Creatin’ koinania, or maybe just community,
No fee, no charge, just bards,
Of me, growin’ into destiny,
And my sista’s and brotha’s of the soup,
Legends of the fall,
I sweat em all,
And in the end, just know that we ain’t stoppin’
Till the world’s a symphony,
Soon all heads will see,
There’s more!
Peace Out!
The most amazing of culinary tricks
would be to eat spaghetti with chopsticks.
A pair of chopsticks you will never see
if you go to any table in Italy.
Marco Polo was not perspicacious enough to see
his contribution to western culture’s popularity.
When using chopsticks, you won’t get much sauce.
Unfortunately, there would be much of a loss.
A fork and spoon would appear a strange thing
at the dinner table in Shanghai or Beijing.
"She's just a perspicacious girl,
peeking past her long dark hair,
her finger twisting one dark curl
in the candle's golden glare.
Oh, she doesn't miss a thing,
no matter how she tries,
and when they ask about her ring,
she answers them with lies.
None of them like her anyhow,
but they'd love to watch her fall,
and they ought to realize by now
that she always knows it all.
She wonders where that waitress went
who was so nice the other day,
and she wonders what he could have meant
when he smiled at her that way.
He's gone this time for good;
she's already figuring it out,
but they keep on telling her she should
give him the benefit of the doubt.
His ring is in her pocket and
her heart is in there too,
but she's trying not to understand
the where, when, why, and who.
Every time the door gets opened
by all the people coming in here,
she can feel another hope end
and the truth becoming all too clear.
Her life was one big holiday -
she was feeling so fantastic -
but now everything she has to say
comes out sounding so sarcastic."
They predicate despotism, while matriculating the
servile.Presaging them to complacency.Who without the prescience of life's
cadence,will continue to perpetuate peonage?They who poignantly and temper
mentally,display acerbic discourse.Arousing those erroneous acts that cause the
chasm of inculcation to avail.We listen for the mantra,the interloper,who will
resolve the vortex of these avarice bevaviors.The recess of the perspicacious
have caused an inevitable loss.Yet the ostensible foray that perforates and
inundates one's soul,still lingers.They mold our transcendental light as if
inchoate,while satiating themselves.Daring your ineffable prose to hue with
antagonism and candor.
THE OPPRESSOR
the following sloop of words rowed and towed together as they
came into my periscoptic poop deck with slight emendation
from thee oar ridge in hull.
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along the atlantic, bruitted by cavalier indiscriminate jerry rigged
salient seaboard; adequately buffered, coccooned domicile, eman
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within this singular one bedroom apartment (courtesy sans subsi
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escence concerning everyday generalities harbors illustrious kick
starting mindfulness; oasis offering outlier pad; partitioned pathe
tic quintessential respite spans the vast webbed wild world; yoyoing
between deathly diabolical forces gripping heinous heavyhandedness,
imperiling, jettisoning kindled linkedin lumpenproletariat, malfeasance
masquerading mockery monger muckrakers - namely narcissistically,
nee nefariously, odious, pernicious quotidian rapacious treasonous
ugly viciously xenophobic yikyaking zealots; augments bittnerness,
cravenness, depravity, encourages fragmented government, highjin
xing investment; joint kindness kombats lambasting liberal minded
nattering netizens, obliging ogres poisoning, pollutanting; putrification
quality qualm queasy; quintessential rampant, re: reckless reigning
rogue ruination, sanity sapped, senselessness sic smiling spoiliation
stance swindled; tabloid tacitly tendered thru timbered torqued tutelage;
unfettered usurpation violates voices, vultures willingly wring xing
yawping zest axed; before catastrophe dedicated earthlings forced
gallantly; harmonizing heft, holstering, hoping, humanizing instant
aneous juice kegs liquidate manicical Messerschmitt motoring mow
ing natural nemesis; nickleback nincompoops, nodding nonstop op
pressing peoples pinterest, quashing rift righteousness relinguished,
sacred sangfroid sapped slowly, totalitarianism trotted tubby universal
vested worsted xfrayed yarn.
If your ego is capacious
Or your appetite voracious
For a plucky, pertinacious
Confidence in cherished creeds,
Then your genius, though sagacious,
Conjures arguments audacious
Never seeing they’re fallacious:
Truth be told, you’re in the weeds.
Your disease: a contumacious
Predilection for tenacious
Relics of the late Cretaceous
Buried deep within your soul.
Now the clash of clues vexatious
Shows your self-made strait hellacious;
Still your will proves efficacious
To maintain your status quo.
In the face of facts veracious
When your mood is disputatious
You remain unfazed, pugnacious,
With your slowly dying breed.
Your rebuttals wax loquacious
To escape the perspicacious
But they seem a mite mendacious
To the few who pay them heed.
Though my grousing is ungracious
And my rhyming ostentatious
I won’t stoop to be salacious
For the horror’s grim and cold:
While your heart still soars flirtatious,
Charmed by pterosaurs predacious,
Laxness leaves your brain crustaceous,
Drying, hardening in its mold.