Best Postulates Poems


Premium Member Scripted Tears

Life's like a poorly penned poem,
punctuated by emotions.
And lacking in substance and weight:
it feels abstract and mystical.

Influencing the heart and soul:
love touts its own philosophy,
And postulates its existence
as extensions of shared feelings.

At times, life can be frustrating,
while sometimes, it's enlightening.
Yet, meaningful interaction
is always its overall theme.

Hope imbues life with rhyme and rhythm,
encouraging feats of magic.
And reveals the reality,
fueled by thoughts of fantasy.

Curiosity motivates,
always leaving you wanting more.
And trust fades to an illusion,
conjured to appease scripted tears.
Categories: postulates, emotions, feelings, hurt, love,
Form: Blank verse

Life Is Geometry Haiku

life is geometry
minus all the postulates
and all the theorems....
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: postulates, life,
Form: Haiku

The Social Darwinism

O we are all very well informed 
how horrible might been our reality
in the time  of transition
from one evil regime to other.
When one day all monsters and predators
from the park of totalitarian  communistic  Jurassic 
suddenly exploded  out  for absolute freedom
according with Darwinian law of surviving,  
when cruelty and greediness 
suppressed  long time 
by  cruel regime and power 
started  make big business and police
and comrades from  monopolistic party - 
the sable tooth tigers, tycoon and oligarchs - 
inspired  again  as  hundred years ago
with primarily criminal and degenerating  instincts, pretexts  and  postulates
under the Marxist’s  coverage and context,
launched  now  the new but  the same adventure 
leading to great social tragedy inevitable,  
where government playing chief role  of Ti Rex
instead keeping  the harmony and sustainable existence
protecting  cheeps, rabbits, turtles and others multiple  small creatures 
from total extinction, 
learn them for art  of  surviving  and flourishing
through social interaction and protection   
what would left again as unreachable aim and utopia
 for our long suffered nation.
Categories: postulates, political,
Form: Verse

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Life Becomes a Wonderland

I see you smile, I listen you smile
With no any tension, with no any fear
A hope gives me wings to fly above high
 With your lovely smile
I feel the essence of your soul happiness
I get redemption the very time
A glance of your spirit, a visualization of your presence 
Realizes me of myself
And with an eagerness to know more about myself; 
I get into you deep inside, 
Where a bliss hits my energy, I become blissful
And that is when
Life becomes a wonderland for me.

Weakness is my emotional nature
You become my supporting framework,
A determination rises and becomes a declaration
When I listen you saying
I am with you; don’t worry.
Energy gets filled with positivity
Ultimately
Which becomes a postulates for surviving
I become self-potent, self-aware.
Thought becomes deeper
A step goes towards reality of
Knowing the reality.
The time I am guided by your love 
And that is when 
Life becomes a wonderland for me.
Categories: postulates, heart, love, romantic, spiritual,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Mister All

If you haven't yet met mister All,
he's a renowned world traveler.
          He's in every port,
          postulates for sport;
a self-proclaimed mysteries unraveler.

Doubtless you know mister All,
any space becomes his dominion.
          His view never bends,
          as he loudly contends,
everyone must accept his opinion.
 
Surely you've suffered mister All,
he's every man's familiar relation. 
          He's anxious to show it,
          his first name is Know-it;
he dominates every conversation.
© Cona Adams  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: postulates, humorous, men, pride,
Form: Limerick

Equations of Astrology

Ultimately it is of utmost mistake to stereotype 
Thus the astrology in the form of the daily horoscope
In any ancient - medieval and renaissance culture then to cope
With each of these as well as contemporary philosophy
In fact be it be true psychological astrology to be or shall it not be
Attempts to reconcile temporal and local images. per se
Thou we have several unique abilities of astrology
Science  of an old etymological sense of truly
" A system of knowledge" A science in mathematics
Measuring quantities - cause and effect in modern physics
Postulates behind the measurement in ancient primitive
Archaic astrology and astral astrology cognitive
Leading to astral of personality all within us
We earn  the ultimate of its entirety all within us
Quality be the id, the ego and personality egotistically
To calculate the extremity of the stars and mathematically 
Devoted to the surmise and the creation that inventive.
© Stacey Law  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: postulates, stars,
Form: Verse


Presumably

Presumably possibly permitting pairs of problems pertinently pertaining to
paraphrasing pitifully passes out postulates.

Good heavens. Did I actually write that and is it really an alliteration?
I need a contradiction category contrary to popular belief.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: postulates, conflict, confusion,
Form: Alliteration

Confluent and Congruent

Confluent and Congruent

Rivers with ocean will become confluent
Success achieved if triangles are congruent
Not understanding axioms and postulates
Does end up causing many deep regrets.

For triangle to be congruent are three ways
And if off course your each concept strays
Collateral you may have is a lot of and much
Be careful when with rules don't stay in touch.

Now that all of your 360's are complete
Circles went around in were nice and neat
Us voters ended up being badly deluded
When rules of game and math you excluded.

This is written especially for my mathematician
friend Bob Why Not Lynott.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: postulates, encouraging, humorous,
Form: Couplet

Premium Member My Promise To You

Chorus X 2
I wish you smell the cologne of my intentions
I wish you hear the piercing rhythms of my heart
I wish you see the torment of your short absence
and also to feel the weight of my promises.

1. Your apples are in need of a worthy taproot
let me jump in and remove anything toxic
of men, you hold unto superstitious factoids
I’m real and the main deal, ready to clear this rash
for every obvious fall, I’ll be your balustrade
and my trust will circle your wishes like minders
a needy heart in emotional tutelage
you think you are fragile? I need to be salvaged
the past and history design your book of fury
my simple touch will make such dark spirit abscond.

Chorus
I wish you smell the cologne of my intentions
I wish you hear the piercing rhythms of my heart
I wish you see the torment of your short absence
and also to feel the weight of my promises.

2. My words fly to other planets and seem pudgy
my actions void of thoughts in need of shame’s wimple
one of the brightest is from a supernova
I’ll make the road clean after so many stumbles
snapshots of my love, portray the highest skylines
our minds and bodies, I will make a whanau
your girlish sight and dreams are not mere postulates
their lasting waterfalls on you, I will lavish
on a dear, life may have a puckish agenda
for your sure escape, I’ll burn to any degree.

Chorus
I wish you smell the cologne of my intentions
I wish you hear the piercing rhythms of my heart
I wish you see the torment of your short absence
and also to feel the weight of my promises.

Bridge X 2
I have spiced it, just eat
I’ve buttered it, just bite
I have milked it, just drink
I have watered, just grow.

Chorus x 2
I wish you smell the cologne of my intentions
I wish you hear the piercing rhythms of my heart
I wish you see the torment of your short absence
and also to feel the weight of my promises.
Categories: postulates, i love you, love,
Form: Lyric

Deeper Within

i fell but no one heard 
~ 
seared and sentenced to solitude 
a penance of mythical proportions 
peace didn't even try 

found in a lost barrel of steel 
where the last chambers spent 
their dying breath 

red, black, no going back 
pushing the postulates 
between life and man 
no lending hand 

run over or overrun 
drips and beats silenced 
storms strike 

night blinks 
suffering blanks 
amid blackouts 

angel in white I can see 
or am I blind to what this means 
this way was never kind 
~ 
hushed the morning breaks
© Tim Smith  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: postulates, dark,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Is There Happiness Without God

Do you think you'd be happy if there were no God?
Well, I wonder if that could be true?
It would seem to suggest that your life has no meaning,
If so, are you sure, that is OK with you?

Though simplicity’s something that I give high praise,
Does the absence of God bring it on?
And a universe singing, “I’M ALPHA, OMEGA,”
Make you want to dance, exercise your baton?

On one hand, there’s the universe, other hand’s God,
Is this where we bring logic to bear?
And in choosing a steady state, or a creator,
Do questions remaining just vanish from care?

I won’t try to deny it; the Bible sounds strict,
But then where it counts most, Good Book’s kind,
Christ says “My yoke is easy” and “Grace is salvation,
Is Zoloft the solace that you have in mind?

I say these two positions rest wholly on faith,
So it seems just one side has a prayer,
The Agnostic is only one seen using logic
But tempted toward laziness in this affair.

Seems a Christian and Atheist worship same God,
Their God’s FAITH (neither one has a clue)!
So then where is FAITH’s virtue “God” finds so appealing?
It’s door to your heart, though it’s frozen dark blue!

Tell me if God exists, is it smart to play dumb?
You could join Pascal’s club and just bet!
But then God (if He’s God) would divine you are hedging,
And likely repelled by your playing coquette!

If my thinking is right, then Agnostics aren’t safe,
Christ likes souls either cold or quite hot,
It’s lost souls who are lukewarm, that bad taste embody,
They rarely attract like a child or a tot.

Though space-time may contain the truth, can it be true,
If creator, how could it be pure?
It is probably best if you rise to occasion
And hope God is real though you cannot be sure.

Who can prove with no doubt that God doesn’t exist?
How could space-time exist with no plan?
To find joy without God feels quite oxymoronic
If truth is not real, how could joy speak to man?

Both our postulates have the same fault it would seem,
Who’s the author of space-time or God,
And what entity gave rise to all we encounter?
I’d swear it's not me! (But I’ve always been odd.)


Brian Johnston
April 6, 2017
Categories: postulates, faith, , atheist,
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Black Cat In a Dark Room

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                         F
                     E
                  A
                 R
                :
There is -   A Black Cat in A  Dark Room 
Nobody-     But has seen this elusive cat
To answer -   Lurking fear; apprehension 
How cat may    Attack; who when where
Say experts:         Cat is most dangerous 
A Potential:             Killer is striking terror
Postulates:                   Caged  in theories 
Prayers:                          Are  not working
Many;    A………………..””.       Theories afloat
Fear:     grips All  but no       Inference met
Doubt:   not             News    Not  A  shred..
Haunts:   You          May      Dreadfully rest
Escape:     None                Ask  you can not
Obey now:     you are…     Ruled and owned 
Where to whom:    >>    Killer feline ravages
None dare open  the       Room for own safety
Existence of room kept    Obviously one secreT
Ominous Uncertainties     Over mutant ABCD-R
A new syndrome has      Merited; is insidious. A
Variant ABCD-R: A Black Cat in A Dark Room. U
Are  mandatorily advised  to  maintain  DecoruM
Quietly Festering in A Corner of Mind is- TRAUMA
Categories: postulates, psychological,
Form: Acrostic

Zombies Conquer Rites of Passage

Samantha feels like spider kill --
horribly alive, but stuck.
Stuck!
Inside the  web
functional furniture
desperate office art.
No windows, so no seasons.
Thank God her mind took protective, evasive
measures long ago.
She's unbudgeable.
She's prehistoric!
And it's a beautiful day in the land of, "Sorry. 
 I'm just a temp."

Everybody --
The whole crew,
tries desperately, unsuccessfully
to ignore the tight, inflexible Agatha Snipe.
She absolutely,
resolutely
refuses to dilate....
Thus, they are all dealing with a breech,
foot- first personality which has gone unchecked for years.
Sweet Jesus!
Samantha wishes fervently that Snipe would shut up!
But the Snipester stalks, steams and strides
through corridors and cubicles --
pressed, but still probing...
She is looking for her personal calendar
swearing it was on her desk yesterday...
Today... she is just swearing --a waste of breath for sure,
to ask the new girl....Amanda?
No!  That's right, Samantha.  Simple Samantha!

Samantha tries to keep
an unfortunately timed spasm of delight
from appearing on her face.
The calendar is excruciatingly visible,
marinatinag since early morning on the desk of Mr. Chase.
Owner.  
Snipe ponders and postulates.
She is losing it!
Time for new employment.
That should open up the door for that little tramp/temp.
Feeling comforted, superior, Snipe is...gone!

Maybe the Zombies go
about their quiet business
unseen
unheard
unwatched
but not quite dead, yet,
don't you think?
Categories: postulates, business, funny, social,
Form: Dramatic Monologue

Nightime Overload

i’m tired of being nice
of smiling and shaking hands
and clapping people on  the back
my patience is wearing thin

i’m sitting at the kitchen table
lightening a another cigarette
my second pack today
watching the moon
fall below the hedge
and the stars making promises
they can’t keep

the silence is not my friend
tick tock bloody clock
my head postulates
anayalis and critictise
all the mundane lies
nobody cares about

thinking really is a fools game
taking you down strange lanes
with no warning signs
to say turn back you have gone to far

everyday i see people who never ask how or why
who just exist to be happy and free
and live peacefully in the vaacum of their being
i wish tonight that is me
Categories: postulates, angst,
Form: Free verse

Petrified

Time’s mysteries await
 no one’s expectations,
 and or life;
 Moments left...
 in what once was paradise
 erased from closeted memories,
 and living’s strife;
 Exist does...
 that secret cherished space,
 where all one’s thoughts
 are so inclined;
 Solely paused...
 an existing horrid dream
 seems the universe expects,
 that threat divine;
 To cease hope’s bright
 to cleave the flesh benign,
 entertain this
 as mind’s morbid churning fright;
 Exhaust as gas...
 or merely death’s putrid flesh,
 an end as this
 will leave the strongest petrified;
 Potential thrives...
 yet surely so, withers quickly as time flies,
 and life does too
 helped along by greed, murder, and lies;
 Enlightenment comes too late
 as society’s guilt dictates,
 that each join in sin and shame,
 and play to the crowd’s proclaim;
 Throughout this earth...
 it’s that profit’s beast,
 which solely gives to each
 their smiles and worldly goods;
 Humanity therefore postulates...
 that worth is based upon capital gain
 neglecting entirely that Mother’s earth,
 is the key to our survival’s chance;
 Heretofore lays this lifetime’s gist...
 “all that is said and done,
 was said and done before”,
 Change in one’s mindset...
 brings US round to par
 and begins an accord in each,
 returning reverence to mind
 and clean thoughts out to the stars;
 Demands this does of US...
 lead on or forever be condemned,
 to turn or suffer this untimely end,
 the universe, from our bones
 the flesh will rend;
 Sacrifice all wants...
 seek more humane needs,
 as your ends are near,
 and those that do not heed these words,
 will be turned to stone!
Categories: postulates, inspiration, universe,
Form: Free verse
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