Best Qualitative Poems
"Bespoke"
unknown variables quiver the quill
biting words playfully taking waiting lips
qualitative honeyed eucylyptus elixir
speaks to you
bespoke
in passionate whispers
dripping the burning grenades
intimate soliquays
like a warm feathered breeze
down all your lines
fuse lit and delicious
scorching taste it wait it
on tongue speaking firm
weighted words loaded
on erogenous Eros
erroneous Ares
I gift you a gift
from the war zone
a dangerous body of work
quantitative soft kisses
following satin fingertips
Peel open
the pomegranate jewel
kept tight in all its cool chapters
the succulent pink velvet
territory tasted
unconquered
bespoke and
unbroken
packed and loaded
voluptuous bullets
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“She/ Dangerous Woman” – Styles, Grande
https://youtu.be/RdkGSyP527Y
"Voluptuous Bullets"
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/voluptuous_bullets_1215553
"Don't need permission
Made my decision
to test my limits
'Cause it's my business,
God as my witness
Start what I finished
Don't need no hold up
Taking control
of this kind of moment
I'm locked and loaded
Completely focused,
my mind is open..."
LYRICS / "Dangerous Woman" , Ariana Grande
https://genius.com/Ariana-grande-dangerous-woman-lyrics
LYRICS/ "She", Harry Styles
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/harrystyles/she.html
If rain poured
in susurrating sounds
of unshed tears,
will ungrateful dialects
change their insincere
expressions of speech,
or will this unheard
voice forever be
lost as echoes within
glass walls,
where lilac-feathered
letters of farewell
written in red diamonds,
illustrate illusive
narratives of an onyx heart
haunted by
holographic
harmonies,
in glitters of retro line art~
to graphically craft
cacophonous chronicles of
unexpressed trauma,
engrossed in cursive candor,
while this quivering quill remains
dipped in purple
pansies and primrose poetry,
glorifying indigo intuitions
that bleed in
blue-black and burgundy
But, I still keep
surfing in sizzling silence
towards saffron-streaked
sunsets resembling
the wisteria warmth
of your embellished embrace,
awakening from lucid
dreams of sparkling
silhouettes of us,
when I was uncontrollably
lost in your
pillow-shaped eyes,
counting silver stars hanging
on long lashes with lilac dust,
forgetting the times
I was caught in the
riveting rhythm of
lemonade lies.
For in your
amorous arms,
every qualitative question
within incomplete
puzzles of life and loss,
unravels appealing answers
with carnation compassion,
upon corners of
crumpled pages,
where initials of
your flowery
name is a
timeless token,
of love that still exists~
in this woeful world
of hate from heinous hyenas.
But these starry stones
of turquoise trust
shall be the
clandestine clemency
that holds this
unwritten tale of survival.
For, I am unapologetically poetic~
rewriting fuschia future
on pastel colored
paper parachutes,
letting go of twisted
tones cloaked with
jealous January winds at dawn,
as cinnamon gold sequined
skies reflect magic within
misty mirrors,
to begin again
as April crawls back,
knocking on the
laser-lavender portal
adorned with teal-cerulean
wings of our whimsical fairyland…
When the Lord gives His bountiful blessings, the least one can do is be grateful..
An afterlife in heavenly abode awarded
Based on Biblical born-again experience
Christian choruses in choral cadence
Days of delight by delving deep in doctrines
Enriching encounters that encourage me
Friends forever and familial functions
Godly guidance and grand gestures of grace
Helpful homely ambience that holds me up
Insightful intelligent interpretation of images
Joyfulness found with a Just Judge
Keen kinship with the King of Kings
Limitless love of the Lion and the Lamb
Matchless Master's mystical mercies on me
New life necessarily found on the narrow road
Oasis of overflowing opportunities
Pleasant promises on this pilgrimage path
Quiver of qualitative quiescence
Remembrance of Royal righteousness
Succour in the Saviour's sweet snuggles
Tireless teamwork and thankful testimonies
Unswerving unblemished utensil of usefulness
Victorious vessel of value and valour
Watchful warrior with the Word as a weapon
Xtremely xenial with xpectation of xquisiteness
Yearnings of yesterdays and Yuletides
Zealous zest to reach Zion's zenith.
07.15.2020
"The blessing of the Lord, it maketh rich, and He addeth no sorrow with it." - Proverbs 10:22
"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ." - Ephesians 1:3
Lagos, the land where dreams berth at the shores of realities...
The oasis of potentials and priceless opportunities,
the hub of emerging economies and innovative technologies...
Lagos is working and moving forward.
Lagos, the land of fresh ideas and freedom;
Where street urchins and vibrant youth rise to stardom...
her streets never sleep, there is no room for boredom.
Lagos is working and moving forward.
Lagos is the model for efficient and excellent transportation,
The custodian of, quality, qualitative and free education.
The home of free health care delivery and effecient sanitation .
Lagos is working and moving forward.
Lagos is the ocean of big businesses and boundless beauty,
the IBILE of creativity and cultural diversity...
This is a global garden and African's model mega city.
Lagos is working and moving forward.
Eko Akete, the land of artistic and aquatic splendour;
the green garden that garnishes Nigeria with her glamour...
the habitation of hope, harmony and honour.
Lagos is working and moving forward.
Lagos, the home for all...both great and small;
the atlantic city of monuments, mansions and malls,
The microcosm of the Nigeria's terrestial ball...
Lagos is working and moving forwad.
It's been fifty year of excellence in commerce and industry.
It's been fifty years of great delivery of dividends of democracy.
It's been fifty years of quick and quality service delivery.
Lagos is working and moving forward.
It's been fifty years of child rights and youth empowerment
it's been fifty years of tourism and sport development
it's been fifty years of sweet synergy among all tiers of government.
Lagos is working and moving forward.
(*IBILE is the acronym for the division of Lagos. *Eko Akete is a traditional description of Lagos)
Although I came this far along with the flow of Chronos
I am only an event of birth and death within Kairos;
in this confusing world, if the essence of life’s value is
quantitative-material or qualitative-spiritual, a day stands yonder
It’s obvious though,
if it’s Chronos, I am dragged onward on the way named future;
if Kairos, I am pushed to move forward to the unknown incident;
but the way I am on, is the same dusty road, I was walking on yesterday
it doesn’t matter what you call the distance from the source of the light of sun, moon or stars, metric measurement, astronomical unit, or light year; it’s an unchangeable fundamental principle from the beginning of the world for Chronos
is the gold and Kairos is the destiny.
Why do men ignore Kairos factor
always dragged by Chronos, covered in dust
carrying that overly heavy gold? Though the root of
the twisted strands of humankinds’ affairs; are rolling
along hanging onto those two simple facts,
whether you are pushed or dragged, if life is a one-way road
you have no choice but to go forward, why don’t you cut the toe of
the overlord and vassalage relationship of Kairos, Chronos and you;
dash at full speed to get ahead of Chronos and soar high in the air
to look down at Kairos from above.
YOU CAN GIVE YOUR BEST
Today’s stench in today’s society
Today’s filth in today’s leaders
Today’s corruption in today’s nation
Are the ill-results of yesterday’s ill-attention
Fathers, Mothers, Guardians and Teachers
Invest in today’s kids your fishes
From the seas of wisdom and knowledge
For they will soon be your treasure
In that great and glorious future
Instruct them to fear God
Teach them to detest drugs
Encourage them with your love
And preach to them moral excellence the more
For a child who is well brought up
Will make a nation well built up
Young treasures of the glorious future
Do not treasure any negative pressure
Resist, refuse and reject all attempts
Less you fashion a mere nation for your generation
Be a well of truth
Build a world of honesty
Show the fruit of piety
It’s a mark of integrity
Be a man of accountability
And a woman of transparency
Let your records score your ability
And let the books show that you are good
For when there’s fire on the mountain
They become your extinguishers like the fountain
Let justice reign
Let fairplay rain
For equality/equity
Is a laudable quality
In any qualitative society
Embrace the rule of law
For it is made for all
Don’t release a Barabbas and imprison a Jesus
Because to be above the law
Is to be above the lord
Do the right thing at the right time
Avoid short cuts that cuts short
Make your hay while the sun shines
Make your stitch in time
And save nine
Tread the extra mile
And paint others with a smile
Attend to what others ignore
By doing the work like they’ve never done it before
Don’t join in shedding blood
Just to get to Aso Rock
Play according to the rules
And be ready to accept gallantly
Victory or defeat
Exchange hands of fellowship with non-victors of today
For most winners of today were losers just yesterday
Don’t be seen behind the scene
And don’t hide
Because your country is your bride
Drive her pride
Sell her wares
And be spent for her defence.
By not sitting on the fence,
You can give your best
Omebe Rita
All hail to thee love, your swave "eh" intrigues me.
Your embattlements stack like wet cordwood
upon the pile of used newspapers in my outhouse,
making the use of a corn cob most appealing.
I feel the need of purification, rejuvenation by fire.
Like holding a match under your out stretched eyelid
or maybe, just maybe sweeter, a cold sore
on the inside of your lip; so neat on a dinner date.
At least these things are real.
The lip has to heal, which it can do even if left alone.
Not like made-up words which have no direction,
no qualitative analysis, and no meaning
in the perceived circumstance or illustration.
Just made-up words which fit a line,
and you call it poetry?
You schmooze a line of B. S. at the reader,
in trite cliché and rusted phrasal tone,
riding the pretense of the sublime
and you call that poetry?
But then geezzz...? what can you expect
from someone whose only goal
is to piss someone off?
Why are we the human race
rather than another extinguishing species?
Why not the human species
and not the cockroach race?
Why is human nature
intended as somehow supremely natural
not within but faster than,
above and beyond
inferior sensual nature?
Why is race,
inhuman embrace-conflicted context,
a qualitative noun,
stultifying stasis,
rather than a speeding verb
toward shared finish line
when everyone can win together
where no one fully wins apart?
Why is nature's race
not yet declared as one
indigenous Earth Tribe?
Bicamerally endowed
to celebrate Earth's rhythmic ordination
of regenetic liturgy and syntax,
grace racing veins
full-blooded diverse healing homes
of natural peace construction.
What happened to issue
as primal verb
when babies issued from progenitors
and words issued from mouths
and blood issued from wounds
and racing issued from DNA's polycultures,
storytellers weaving diverse generative threads
Remembering from whom and when we issue
back before embracing human memory
in dialectic dreamy nest of fractal tones
polychronic texture
4 dimensioned structure
rhythm rhyme dancing
polycultured racing
comic multicultural
co-operative opera.
Coincidental correlating races,
humane natural places,
issue forth to teach and humor
and recess back to learn and decompose
to mentor Nature's human embrace
radical solidarity race
rooted pace
secured by leaving none behind
Every living system ordained
to race redeeming issues
through singing flows of dancing waves
linked through all spacetime.
If race exponentially regenerates
intergenetic issues,
then this is more of a species relay race
during which boundary lanes
no more than trace and lace
our deep seasoned swimming synchrony,
blending genetic notes of freedom's harmony
toward nature's unfinish-lined
circling symphony.
Quietude gives rise to
quandaries, inquiries,
quintessential musings,
quemeful meditations,
qualitative praises,
quantitative goals and
questions unquenchable.
5-22-2021
Q Pleiades
Where juicy historic purpose fades
and pre-historic
nonverbal
nonviolent sacred meaning
polyculturally creolizes
WholeOpen systemic shade
preserving future health intention
Is where we also find emergence,
consciousness of LeftHemisphere dominance
over RightHemisphere shrouded prominence
of co-relational health/wealth feelings,
Either Positive
Or Negative
and InBetween Non(Negative)
bilateral both/and
Enthymematic co-passion cooperation
antithetically contrasted with violent anti-communication,
like NonZero potential toward quantitative fulfillment
up against Zero Sum closed static emptiness
of anthro-supremacist
PatriarchalCapitalist
monoculturalism against EcoFeminist
polycultural regenerativity,
health positive proclivity
Win/Win bicameral 4Dimensional
prime fractal moments conventional
in lightspeed revolving
ubiquitous ergodic octave spirals
of space/time dynamic reconnecting
re-ligioning health in all
Ego/eco-systemic
integral consciousness
benignly co-spandemic
Inside
personal qualitative health memories
of integrity's vast resonance
with outside
environmental quantitative wealth
of sunshine muse synergetic
fractal cooperative resilience
passionately energetic
Where colonizing historic purpose fades
from pre-historic
nonverbal creolization,
nonviolent sacred meanings
before dualistic desecrated voice
reconsecrated embodied choice
To this day
polyculturally re-creolizing
within WholeOpen Systemic
ego/eco panentheistic
wealthy sacred purpose
LeftHemisphere expansive liberation
and healthy organic meaning
RightHemisphere deep-felt conservation
co-invention
Bicamerally empowering
and enlightening
bifocal fractal
re/pre/anti/un-conscious
creolizing re-ligious colonization,
mystery's historic re-connecting penetration.
rhythmic structure of a verse
study of metre prosody
patterns of syllables of types
stressed syllables at regular interval
qualitative
long short short dactyl
long long spondee in dead classics
alexandrine twelve syllables in french
five characters in chinese all rules then
people had lot of time to spare
sequence of feet is a metre too
stressed and unstressed like people
five iambic feet are iambic pentameter
paradise lost and sonnets
trochee is stressed unstressed reverse of iamb then
spondee anapest dactyl amphibrach pyrrhic
metric cousins
iamb in two anapest in three common modern english
unrhymed iambic penta is blank verse
bill and milton liked it rhymed pair of lines in
iambic is heroic couplet now for humor
School days
The elastic energy of my ears were increasing
When the teacher was pulling my ears
This was connected later to the earth
When I was doing up and down touching my ears
There was an expansion on my anger
And exponential decay of my knowledge
The faster diffusion of C6H12O6
And I was being pulled down by the gravity
His theory said he was trying to change
The electron that I am to proton that we all should be
But I knew I was an element that
Cannot be broken down by any chemicals
Knowledge is everything he said,
His knowledge was gigantic
You bloody fools you knowledge is in billion X micron's
Even electron microscope cannot see
I can't find the latent heat, to change your mind
I know that an object remains at rest or in uniform motion
Unless acted up on by external force
I can't change the damn object that you are
You are disgrace to the law
You'll learn on your way to ontogeny
The physiology of life
The world is a vast sea to live and
You are nothing but mere plankton
That day will come when you metamorphose
Into adult from puparium
He used to talk about some kind of symbiosis crap
And I used to press my phalanges against my pinna
You are nothing but a pathogenic micro organism
For which the antibiotics can never be found
You are a parasite and this world is a host
Your friends are like the rotten potato
That creates a chain reaction
We must pour some alcoholic KOH on you
Also perform dehydrohalogenation
Your brains were made chloroform by god
But you have turned them into phosgene
Your brain is fermented by sacchromyces
The fresh water that you were born is dying
As a pure distillation of C2H5OH
The qualitative and quantitative analysis
On you will result as a major disaster
You deoxyribose sugar must really code you to be a liar
Dear fool child your solubility product must be really higher
Perilous fall risks
these double-binding thoughts
with feelings still nascently attached
positive and negative,
often complexly ambiguous
Sad and glad
as an old calico sock
become chew toy
Stumbled over in emotive colored sequences
contrasting tasteful language
comparing visions sweet and sour,
bland touch not grand
but better than feeling bitter
qualitative resonant/dissonant scales
of magnificent maleficence
and malicious magnificence
Narrow
overflowing
personally compelling
dispelling private passions
remain within a high and wide inspiration
yet deep and narrow aspiring
respiring multigenerational permaculture
of co-empathic compassion
To heal sacred MaternalEarth
and thereby correlate
all Her multiculturing
divinely languaged
singularly health-hearted
dizzying slip-shod playful business
Positive and negative
universal uniting
and severing
ecopolitically co-invested
ego-recentering emotions
Eco-logically restorative
climate resilient growing
peaceful co-messymanic valleys
of resonant reconnection
As reliable as an old
hand knit pair
of variegated socks
now repurposed
as sacred
savory
scented
salty
smokey
saliva celebrated
chewtoys.
Qualitative
And quantitative
Self appraisal
Humorously casual
Of our stillness quotient
Moment to moment ...
First the qualitative
The depth meditative
Thoughts & body still
By non-self will
Imbibing the love energy
Of current divine in synergy
Is uplifting
Consciousness enhancing
And yet but the beginning
Of our journey enlightening
Then going in deeper
The ascension steeper
Requires dissolution
Total annihilation
Of the self, voluntarily
Choice made choicelessly
Being, becoming, in oneness
The That Awareness
Next, the quantitative
A matter contemplative
Being the response time taken
By our consciousness when shaken
To return to equilibrium
From egoism fearsome
When the external
Stirs the internal
The ripples disturbing our calm
Are cause for observational alarm
In that our reflex response
Imagined to be divine ensconced
Is fragile
From anxiety to smile
The time we take
To forsake
Narrowness & contraction
Back to Oneness & expansion
Is the quantitative scale
Of the way on earth we sail
03-November-2020
"The idea of building something once to last
tends to occur to...practical people later in life,
after they have reconstructed a few things
they thought were good enough
at the time."
David Holmgren, "Permaculture Principles and Pathways"
There is only
integrity
of each moment's potential.
We are yintegrity flow
of yang's x promise.
Where "x" equals:
Ecology, in Earth sciences
Biology, in life sciences
CoOperativity, in economic trans-actional evolutionary/devolutionary sciences
Democracy, in political sciences
Creolization, in evolutionary linguistics
Synergy, in Bucky Fuller's 0-prime fractal geometrics
Syncretism, in religious and cultural studies
Deep Learning, in pedagogical theory
Consilience, in E.O. Wilson
Bilateral Processing, in Edward DeBono
Bicameral Balance, in Julian Jaynes' ethology of anthropological history
Wisdom, in literature
Deduction, in-duction diction
ExFormation, in-formation
Reversion, in spacetime
3D causal space, in reverse temporal 4D image reflection
spiraling waves, in reiterative communication theory
feedback looping space, in two-dimensional pace
fractal bilaterals, in regenerative RNA/DNA systems
WinWin 0-sum harmony-seeking reiterations, in Game Theory
double-bindary, in digital polynomial strings of theory
double-negative thesis, in positive hypothesis
zero, in appositional dipolarity
notice, in understanding progress
value, in calculating qualitative quantities of symmetry
Golden Ratios, in Golden FlowRules
positive, in notnot
Yang, in YinSquared
Eulerian prime 0 relation, in speed of light fractal correlation, apposition
EcoLogos, in Earth's creolizing ego democratizations of YangYin Center
"See the [impatient egocentric] dark,
recognize its power,
but do not feed it."
Robin Wall Kimmerer, "Braiding Sweetgrass"
And certainly don't vote for it.
Don't even nominate it
for further self-infested powers.