Best Ponderously Poems

I stood at the top of the mountain
Giddy, grinning— panting like a fiend
And thought of O2 sat., 
Allostery,
Polyporphyrin rings

And, in time, I thought of bottomlessness,
Half-filled glasses 
Stars exploding through the ineffable blackness

And thought, underneath it all,
What’s the vastness even mean?
I began climbing slowly down from...

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I’m put upon to ponder the problem of poetry
& thus, I proudly or, perhaps, perfunctorily,
Ponderously pronounce with a preponderance,
Even a plethora, of p’s:

Poetry is pithy, prankish and perky,
Pertinent and impertinent, too
It’s prophetic, pathetic, pragmatic and proud

Poetry pretends, preaches, points out,
Points to, and down, and under

Poetry’s...

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My words fade in the daylight
They surrender to the sun
But when dark descends
They exist  ponderously-
Give out everything that
 The day fails to reveal
The commotion and suspense of feelings
Gathered in the darkness
And the night is full of words
I write them down, they come to me,
And...

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Raindrops descend, puddles form,
A stream engulfed, a river is born,
A course is set, the sea to reach,
Meandering ponderously to a far off beach.

The sea reclaims its myriad young,
Kidnapped by clouds, thunder-slung;
The storm is long past with calm all around;
Albatross glide, with a whisper of sound.

Seagulls...

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As I searched the calm sunless afternoon sky- looking for the humming aeroplane;

piercing the layers of patch sky under the fie-
shade of undense orange sapling,

as the effulge plane became fainter-
the hum louder; and the pale trail less unseen;

my eyes and mind kept on searching the-...

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It’s a tough  , tough  call
Too..too many things to recall
A few sticking on as remembrance.
Too horrid or huge or humorous
A bundle of points  ponderously fall,
While I try encrypting  into my scrawl.
Hours , long to sleep away
So, I’ve got to wake up...

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“The Road to Maximus and Winter’s de-Reckoning” 

Winter pulled me into Her
like I was Her new season
and cooly stroked my fevered skin 
like the contours of my body 
were the finest Lotus silk
an expensive treasure 
never seen before nor felt 

She curled into the shaded...

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What struck you first 
was the smell of caged animals
rank with boredom and rage.

Lions with matted fur pacing restlessly
dreaming of antelopes on the hot savanna plain

Elephants ponderously swinging their trunks, 
snuffling up stray peanuts thrown
by bored, sticky children.

The teams of acrobats in the Big Tent
strutting defiantly to their...

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...inspired by 'A Cooking Egg' by T.S. Eliot

 
Ronaldo sprawled in luxury
across from where the spaniel lay,
he soldiered on with Mallarme
and, yawning, re-read Chapter One.

The Grandfather ticked ponderously,
there was no other sound in sight
except dear Josephine who plonked
and murdered dear Stravinsky's Rite.

Boredom was the day's...

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Pointedly poignant points portend pointillism.
Pontiffs pontificate pointless pointers ponderously.
Pompous poems populate Pompei pottery potently.
Porous *********** portrays Portuguese porta potties.
Poppies pop Popeye’s popular popcorn.
Populist populism pots ponies properly.

Blithering blather blots bloody bleeping blips.
Bloomberg blogs bleach bleating bloated blinks.
Bluebloods bloom black blackberry bloopers.
Bluetooth blizzards blame blurry blackboards.
Blithe...

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Biologists smell of True Nature
For choosing to Existence nurture:
Of the unicellular plants proud;
Things one can't see in a voice loud;
No deserved shaming of The Vulgar:
Bats, Climbers, Creepers, Germs and Algae,
Knowledge not quite unlike a hard blow
Biologists giving a soft glow
Our youth's favorite reproduction
They just can't...

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Elephant skin is bark-like and rough,
advanced to a crisp, leathery tough. 

The great Milky Way could not be so large, 
nor so grey as the elephant’s muscular trunk

with aged-to-stone sinew—a supple, flannel hunk.
The overcast skies toss a dullness on the day -

somber and muted like...

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...inspired by 'A Cooking Egg' by T.S. Eliot

 
Ronaldo sprawled in luxury
across from where the spaniel lay,
he soldiered on with Mallarme
and, yawning, re-read Chapter One.

The Grandfather ticked ponderously,
there was no other sound in sight
except dear Josephine who plonked
and murdered dear Stravinsky's Rite.

Boredom was the day's...

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I thought, almost immediately,
there was strangeness in your car.
You had picked me up early
in the bright, hot morning,
December's heat was full,
but you froze me to the bone.
You were oddly quiet,
but the precious few words that you spoke
may have been
the strangest that I had ever heard.
As...

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metamorphosis

-you see roots of light, filaments:
it's a miracle speeding ponderously, splendorously
where a congregation of stars transfigure into a winged-galaxy
and spiral-Angels glitter in your eyes --

dancing between every wondrous thing
in time and space matters,
orbiting infinitely in
where every round thing begins --

first-light at the edge of the...

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