Best Questioners Poems
Alliteration always awesome
Ballad beyond barnyard basics
Crystalline calls careful consonants,
Diamante delivers deeply
Enthusiasm excites eager ears,
Fanciful frolicking faerie
Generously gives grateful glee
Hyping haiku to heavenly heights,
Imagery and imagination
Jubilantly jumping joyfully,
Kimo kindles king-sized kingpin,
Lamenting the lily-livered lunacy
Momentous muse modulates melody,
Necromancer normalizes Neverland,
Opulent Opalescent orchestras opt
To pollute poetry previously pristine.
Quixotic quorum of questioners
Respond and recover rhymes rapidly
Serendipitous sentimentality
Turns timely tanka traitorously toward
Unmistakably understated Uranus,
Vindicating verses vilifying Vashti.
Whacking wannish warblers west,
‘Xaggerating ‘Xtemperaneous X’tra special poems
Yet yielding a yeomanly yearning toward
A zealous zany zingaroo of zest.
Categories:
questioners, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Alliteration
Eye Contact
Some said he had those scary eyes,
unnerving, somehow seeming to look
clear through, capable of seeing the
truth – of you. They didn’t stare at
you, just sort of found you and held
you in an eerie embrace. There was
a glint to the eyes, a sharpness to
the edges, a weary, and wary, wiliness.
And yet, they drew you in, these cold
and smoldering, blue-gray questioners
of all they see. Tight lines rimmed the
edges of the pools, white tipped lashes
fanning and refocusing the laser looks.
And then they smiled, as if something
had just reminded them of a pleasing
sight, a soft sunrise rose across his face,
a gentle fox to kit wink, an unguarded
moment on the parapet of life.
John G. Lawless
9/16/2014
For PD"S A poem you have not entered in a contest #12 poetry contest
Categories:
questioners, life, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
There was a cloud hung over him
a presence, an impending doom.
He seemed one lightning strike away
from enlightenment - or entombment.
Haunted by the stigma of divine dissatisfaction
a wanderer in a spiritual maelstrom
questioning the questions of the questioners,
thinking on the thoughts of the thinkers,
worshiping at the edges of heresy,
praying for the efficacy of his prayers.
Hidden in the silence of life’s tomb
innocence interred beneath this “cloud”.
The sun never shone, the rain never fell,
on the unrighteousness of the righteous.
4/10/2016
//This turned into a "Free Verse Sonnet". Hope it works.//
submitted to – Sun shines on the righteous – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Seren Roberts
Categories:
questioners, abuse, innocence, religion,
Form:
Sonnet
Life As Perceived Reality
We believe and think what beings we are;
Juiced up ready to expel our seeds
to create new generations of replications.
Each with different bumps and rinds divided within,
but in the end, can we really tell one from the other?
What history was written? What tales were told?
Where would our essence go next?
The lemon and lime ponder the finality
Destiny takes us through each vector
and we live life as if it matters.
Reward and struggle makes the day important
to the ones who stay.
Why-wherefore queries would often seem
to lead to equivalent questions but from different questioners.
shall we all arrive at the same conclusions in circulations?
Semantic variables confuse and dissociate until the "why"
split like a atom becomes a force to be reckoned with,
an uncontrollable exhortation which like the wild stallion
is difficult to tame.
We excel in greatness born of trauma, ending in trauma
the pluralistic motivator of the human race
without which, all would all die as a mundane abstractions.
There has to be, more than soul malnourishment
or psyche incompatibilities that fire the ovens of our discontent.
But for the millennium of existence
man's emotional evolution progresses little,
All of the incarnations and soul needs
have been left unsatisfied and yet we still hunger
for a messiah to complete our missions.
.
The free will of maneuverability concedes
the interpretation to mean a narrow winded road
with little room to avoid oncoming traffic;
an open highway with eternal destinations
that never seem to close the open gaps
between the beginning and the end,
until one learns that the beginning was the end
Glory in goodness, as darkness will surely follow.
The earth sends this message with each rotation
In radiant awe and heart hurting sadness
Possibilities are endless it is said.
Once chosen the now becomes the beginning
and the possibilities again become
endless until the final second
when it all ends as prescribed by the prescriber.
Perhaps then, one may see clearly
what was before us all the time
and is thankful that the curtain
finally closes on the succession of plays.
Categories:
questioners, allegory, allusion, deep, imagery,
Form:
Personification
until every blade of grass shrivels into eternal sand;
until blue waters hollow dry and hippos disappear;
until moon-gloss turns sky-gone, the sun already vanished,
replaced by the heat of risen souls.
By force alone will I let go my corporal life;
by force alone venture toward questions unresolved;
by force alone enter the realm of frightening mystery
never to doubt return?
Will I see the questioners and the faithful mingle?
Will I see them flung into the Church of The Divinely Revealed?
Will I see the Rev. Dr. Know-it-All who always has?
Will I see?
Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
May 10, 2013
Categories:
questioners, death,
Form:
I once was asked a question
that couldn't be answered.
It was a deep question, one with intent and thought.
The questioner thought long and hard
before he came to see me.
Although I had no answer, a reply came from me,
"Let us search out the Answerer of this great questioner.
Maybe he'll find us, but let us search and wander."
On our journey we went,
searching for the answerer, the questioner and me,
passing mountains of old and new.
Making us stronger as each day we grew.
We came to a fork, "Which way should we go?"
So I sat and left it to the questioner.
The questioner said, "I think the answerer is this way."
So up I was to follow the thoughtful questioner,
on the quest for the answerer.
To the Left was a forest
To the Right was a sea.
As we walked we could see rain ahead
the darkness trembled, the trees hid.
Into the forest we went, surrounded by care
we went on for the answerer to answer the question.
The rain brought cold, darkness swelling as the sea,
we huddled together, the questioner and me.
We tried to get some sleep, but none could be made.
At first light on we went, through the forest with great delight.
At the break of the trees a town came to pass
we followed the road, to the main street.
This town had some jazz, it even had class.
Passersby we asked the questioners deep question,
no one knew the answer to, so we told them of our quest
to find the Answerer, they wished us the best.
The mayor of this classy town heard the news
thought he'd look for us, and found us sitting down.
Told us not to look so blue
and asked us what was this heavy question
we then asked him out question, as we looked at our shoes,
then he smiled, and asked us to look him in the eye
and asked us the reason, the reason why,
we would ever ask a question of such great size,
I said "I don't know that's the questioner's job."
The mayor looked into the Questioners eyes
then picked him up, and said,
"Child, I tell you no lies,
your daddy cares for you
and will always dry you eyes."
Categories:
questioners, adventure, inspirational, religion, rain,
Form:
Free verse
Intimacy
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I held the Sun, Stars and Moon at a distance
till the time your hands touched mine.
Now I am not a feather to be easily detached:
instruct the hurricanes and tornados to observe their limits!
The Mad Moon
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Stars have a habit of showing off,
but the mad moon sojourns in darkness.
Body Language
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Your body’s figures are written in cursive!
How will I read you? Hand me the book!
Insatiable
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
This mighty ocean, so deep and vast!
If it sates my thirst, how long can it last?
Honor
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Achievements may fade but the name sounds strong;
walls may buckle but the roof stays on.
On a pile of corpses a child stands alone
and declares that his family still lives on!
Dust in the Wind
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
This is how I introduce myself to questioners:
Pick up a handful of dust, then blow ...
Dissembler
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
In your eyes this, in your heart that, on your lips something else?
If this is how you are, speak to someone else!
Rumor (M)ill
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I heard rumors my health was bad;
prying people made me ill.
The Vortex
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I am the river whose rapids form a vortex;
You were wise to avoid my banks.
Homebound
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
If people fear what they meet at every turn,
why do they ever leave the house?
Keywords/Tags: Rahat Indori, Urdu, translations, Intimacy, sun, moon, stars, feather, hurricane, tornado, hands, darkness, body, cursive, book, read, ocean, honor, river, banks, vortex, thirst, walls, corpses, dust, wind, family, eyes, heart, lips
Categories:
questioners, moon, sea, stars, sun,
Form:
Couplet
Bound together by strings
that comprise matter
and antimatter, anything
that does, could, or ever would matter.
That's why everything pulls together
then blasts apart
over and over
until we even don't flinch anymore.
Universes that fold over and under
manifold wrinkling
and tiny vibrations, little earthquakes,
that explain
Everything.
There are hidden dimensions
all curled up
folded into common experience
so deeply buried we cannot attend to them.
Were we to think about them all the time
we might cease to do anything else.
I want to take up a violin
the bow hovering over the strings
and exact a deep series of pulls until the
screeching sounds like music,
the metaphor of choice for philosophers,
physicists, and questioners of cosmic experience.
If the vibrations sound glorious
maybe the experience will be remembered as
important, a lesson worth learning
instead of dissonance at a clumsy hand.
It is an elegant universe
with an explanation for everything --
Including why I miss you.
Categories:
questioners, lost lovemetaphor, universe,
Form:
Free verse
I
God always wins the wager if we live long on earth... and even if we don't.
II
Some questions die with questioners; even if God heard the questioning daily (for 90 years)
III
If Jesus died for the sins of those born after 2000, will more from India and China be in heaven? Will whites be a minority in heaven?
IV
If race and color don't matter in heaven, God is miserly not to have given more practice here
Categories:
questioners, blessing, christian, humanity, humor,
Form:
Didactic
Things we think are obvious
Some others may not get.
If a question’s raised,
There should be no cause for regret.
Simple explanations help
To clarify what’s meant.
Often what’s interpreted
Is far from the intent.
How one states intentions
Can cause discontent or pique,
Not illumination, which is
What the askers seek.
Wording and inflection
May change innocence to vice;
And challenging one’s know-how
May make questioners think twice.
Categories:
questioners, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
Rainbow Colored Camouflage
Screaming from within a day of “silence”
quieting all questioners
hiding beneath
the exclusive inclusion of
Rainbow Colored Camouflage
Demanding
a safe space,
a free voice,
equality
in all things.
Liberated victims
who would vanquish
all who disagree,
question,
inquire.
Intolerant
of those who
do not understand
such defiance.
Valiantly defending
a Rainbow Flag
that waves
beneath another,
pursuing a dream
that all should awaken too.
Hidden
in the folds of Rainbow Stripes
bloodstained stitching
mending hearts
within a
Rainbow Colored Consciousness.
©3/28/2017
submitted to – Rainbow Colored Camouflage – Poetry Contest
Categories:
questioners, america, change, voice,
Form:
Free verse
Dehydrated, scared,
Incontinent questioners
Children at bedtime
Categories:
questioners, child, night, sleep,
Form:
Senryu
Oh, to preach, to pontificate
Seize the “bully” pulpit
Bask in the reverberations
Of your own voice
Mock the sanctity of silence
To expound on the simplicity
Of the impossibly attainable
Berate the questioners
Expound on humility
In stained glass superiority
To infiltrate the openness
Of childlike minds
Inculcate the innocence
With tainted seed
Oh, rave on
You echo-chambered ego
Your bellicose denials
Deny their truth
John G. Lawless
©6/27/2023
Categories:
questioners, abuse, power, religion,
Form:
Free verse
Children of mine, I have little left to say
My bones are now the softest porcelain and my back is bent the wrong way
The eclipse of age has turned my black mane grey and the gaps wider in my yesterday
Children, Look away from the sun and keep your hand at the level of our eye
See the sun, she is a most seductive mistress
She will feed your deepest, your darkest desires till your eyes they bleed, your lungs they burn and your heart has turned to stone
She will build you palaces of emerald, raise you cities of gold, but look away, remember what I have told
Away with your emerald robes, cast aside your pride plated crowns
Reign in that viper living in your throat, for her destruction far pales her construction
Children of this age, the kings and queens of freedom, you questioners of authority
HEEL and listen to this old man’s squawk
My back isn’t bent from my age that has grown old, but from the heavy crowns I have worn
My skin, see this skin is marred by the memories of yesterday..what you'll call wrinkles
And my teeth, see some of my teeth are absent by the approximation of fists to the viscous snake that my tongue used to be
HEEL young volcanos, water down your fires
You did not build this palace and it shall spell the end of many after you
HEEL young kings and queens of the sun, for the night approaches
And at midnight, when our mother soil gives you her final embrace, taking you 6 feet beneath her belly, your Cinderella facade will finally..fade
Categories:
questioners, wisdom,
Form:
In Defense of Narcissistic Needs
Upon hearing a challenging message
requesting clarification for how some public policy
or rhetorical event
is also a public health-growing procedure,
do not bother to respond like a WinWin discerning adult
to the questioning messenger.
Instead,
personally attack the messenger,
the medium,
the massive media,
the too-liberal with questions questioners,
assuming a WinLose competitive agenda
rather than a cooperative open-systemic inquiry
rooted in health-systemic integrity
of compassionately transparent
vulnerable discernment,
actively hoping for WinWin
mutually-held truths
values
healthy norms
For both private
and public
LeftWing and RightWing
non-violent communicating procedures.
Categories:
questioners, america, community, destiny, discrimination,
Form:
Political Verse