Best Recollects Poems
My insolent heart
is audacious.
It dives into your words
Feels your presence,
Makes love to you
Shamelessly.
My insolent heart
Knows the truth
That
you are unreachable.
still
it ventures around old memories,
recalls ,
recollects and
reconnects
Irresistibly.
My insolent heart
Takes me away from sanity
Gives me a false hope.
Makes me irrational
Causes irreparable
Damages.
My insolent heart
Knows no boundaries
It immigrates to a forbidden land where
love breaks the barrier.
I wonder why my heart is insolent. .
YOUR BLUE EYES
Your blue eyes
Your blue eyes
Red
Categories:
recollects, addiction
Form:
Free verse
~The Fruit of labour~
A frail body rests upon the bed; silver grey hair spread
on soft pillows; the fan turns lazily as her mind
travels slowly through memory’s winding paths.
Under the blue sky she toils in sundrenched fields,
bent and aching, brow dripping, eyes stinging.
She wipes her face, stopping to rest, then back to work.
Sitting on the porch watching the setting evening sun
and her young boys play, she runs her hand across the swell
of her belly, feeling the faint movements within,
anticipating the pain of an imminent deliverance.
Change of scene, and a relaxed smile strays on her face
as she recollects the abundance of harvest’s crops,
the laden crates of colourful, juicy, mellow fruit,
the threshing floor where golden straw and grain are strewn.
One last liberating push; as a cry fills the room
her husband’s anxious features soften with relief.
The pangs of childbirth now replaced with satisfaction,
she holds her little daughter in her hands, tenderly.
A smile still plays on her lips; her eyes flicker and close.
Her breath is soft as she slowly slips into peaceful sleep.
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18th June 2015
Contest: Sweats & Sweets
Sponsor: Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Placed 1st
Categories:
recollects, life,
Form:
Free verse
"Criticizing others is akin to criticizing God"
"Moment we are critical of our critic we become a critic"
Quote by Author
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Words pierce the soft heart, stay there forever
Mind recollects them oftentimes in life
Spoken words for lifelong give joy or tear
Still criticizing others is in rife
Feeling worthless, many tears often shed
depression often ends in suicide
Painful thoughts, existing as living dead
If they did the same, wouldn't it hurt your pride
You speak out of hatred, bloated ego
He who can't praise is never respected
Only if your habits you will forego,
you will receive love, help, praise and respect
For critical talks you're hated by all
All condemn, in everyone's eyes you fall
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Bhagvad Gita 18.61 - The Supreme Lord is situated in everyone's heart, O Arjuna, and is directing the wanderings of all living entities, who are seated as on a machine, made of the material energy.
Matthew 7: 1-3
Judge not, that ye be not judged.
2 For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.
3 And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?
25.06.2021
For Charlotte Puddifoot, Contemporary Sonnet contest
Syllable count checked at HMS
Categories:
recollects, allegory,
Form:
Sonnet
Poetry is a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire
smokestacks, waffles, pansies, people,
and purple sunsets.
Carl Sandburg
PURPLE PANSIES
A pensive-pansy bouquet,
vibrant diffusion of lot,
Borscht belt, Catskill-sunshine core,
platonic petals of thought.
Purple pansies are childhood,
of God’s wide-eyed creation,
innocence in royal cloak,
a roused imagination.
Deft purpleness recollects,
not grandma’s frilly feast days -
a sixty’s mod Easter dress,
painted nails of royal praise.
Fresh fairyland apogee
o’er green-sea, circular bowl.
Petal’s shades of light and dark -
a poet’s purple, vibrant soul.
6/1/2022
Purple Flowers Poetry Contest
used Rhymezone and HMS
Categories:
recollects, flower,
Form:
Rhyme
Round about nineteen 1971-2, yours truly bid adieu
to Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School
(situated at crossroads – then beau
colic rural routes of Evansburg Road and Ridge Pike), where nary a clue
prevails today of such pristine farm country due
to undergo radical urbanization during my boyhood edu
cay ting this sensitive kid asper flora and fauna drastically became few,
but primary aim of poem intent to focus
on grievous sobbing from lifelike goo goo
doll (cries and whispers ken still be heard within beef jerky
ladder day grown man body electric) hoo
vividly recollects scathing stabbing, torquing twerking,
survey monkey wrenching “IDO
NOT WANT TO BE ALIVE” reaction from manifold factors,
which exponentially increased goy tar attacks
targeting thine mideastern suffer tick Jew
such baiting (though nary a hint
how mean neighborhood kids gleaned this information),
since not one kewpie doll,
nor telltale Star of David dead giveaway, no one knew
such sacred symbols never adorned, deployed gripped ourselves,
(Unitarians encompassed family of origin), which credo Matthew
best describes as a hodgepodge, pastiche, ragbag, et cetera of pew
pills amassed from a gamut of disparate Parochial spew
wing litany trouncing as heresy
any diametrically opposed sanctified religious treatises
secular regents questioned plants seeds of white lily
germinating, sprouting and teasing out through
logical, oratorical, rational invocations such a heretical view
which synoptic backstory of mine, now allows,
enables and provides an opportunity for you
to read what I intended to be main essence
of this notion communicated
from one to another primate within the human zoo.
Categories:
recollects, growing up, hilarious, life,
Form:
Free verse
A night before I saw her smile
And saw at dawn she smiled again
I saw her she was now in love;
She loved the fairness of the skin
And felt incomplete in dim moonlight.
She loved infants and played their eyes
That winked when tiny smiles they see
On little fair buds of her joy
She would her tales of love retell
And on the brink of eve she would
Rise from voices to her throat
And utter voices free that mean
To every understanding heart;
Sore she would from her throat awake
And tell infants her tales foreseen.
She was the queen of all infant
And shiver in her fever mild
On final arms of hasting clock
First foreseen and then remembered
I saw she was now in love.
The numbness that on limbs would run
Then I would see her bleed her blood
On chicks and then she blush again
She sweetest sees when such her face
Would glow in eyes that recollects
All her joy to heal her pain:
She now would hide from all cities
From those where she had ere spent
The infant nature of her limbs
She blushes in shy, and blush again
Her eyes would linger from the hues
And blush again to see those hues
She would like and see again
So she could blush once more again.
Dear loveliness, lend her hand
So she could love forever
I see she is in love.
Categories:
recollects, romance, romantic,
Form:
Romanticism
The river flows in a one way ticket
Drew memory of the dreaming man
Followed water level like a picket
In the rainy season, the water spans
Water becomes shallow in summer
He recollects his long loving days
Spent in the sweet and sour clutters
Finally, like the river she went away
He believed relationship was durable
The family bind lacked the continuity
The seasonal water to be comparable
River and love passed by definitely
His heart fulfilled by self-compassion
Living will never be full of perfection
Categories:
recollects, lost love, love, river,
Form:
Sonnet
(“Animal Spirit”, 2018, original encaustic)
Animal Mind
Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to be an animal.
Of course I am an animal,
But I wonder what it’s like
To not have the human layer of mind
The one that thinks, reflects, recollects
Compares, contrasts and cogitates.
Then I remember what it’s like to dream
Where effortlessly I experience whatever
All with my animal mind.
I know it’s my animal mind
Because as vivid as it may be when dreaming it
It quickly fades like mist in the morning sun
If I don’t deploy my human mind
To store it away in some available white matter.
It makes sense that this sense of simply experiencing
Is what all animals share
With maybe just a few having some capacity
For the self reflection we so love about ourselves.
What is really going on here in the layers of mind?
Is it even knowable?
Of course it is!
Because it is all within us!
Within our brain the two halves
That make up a whole
Include the nonverbal, nonrational side
Of sensory perception
And its opposite
The side of data processing, filing and recall.
In the day the left side rules
But in the night the right holds sway.
So my night is like my dog’s day
Fantastically wonderful and fresh
While my day is just another day
Of an endless story I tell myself
A story my dogs don’t even have a mind
Let alone ears to hear
Beyond the soothing tones of a human lullaby.
(9/4/25)
Categories:
recollects, animal, dream, psychological, spiritual,
Form:
Narrative
In my dreams we're dancing
suspended
and in slow motion
the canopy of oaks and pines filter
midnight moonlight
a spectral blue vision played out
before my waking moments
Clouds dull and cool these recollects
of when we owned the night
dawns' pale rosy rays
cancelling the holograph spinning
just
out of reach
but in my dreams we'll be forever dancing
to a melody all our own
Categories:
recollects, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
Swarming like insects
The development is coming
gnats, mosquitoes, and ants
They are destroying all the plants
Their buzzing sound
is more like the cash register going Cha-ching
It matters NOT, where you go,
like a mold or a fungus the develop will grow
They call it progress
They call it for the better
sly as the lie that is St. Nick.
They neglect to tell you nothing grows on brick
More parking lots and strip malls,
More freeways and byways and twenty foot walls,
Where the water runs in the road,
From a cup that has seriously overflowed.
They will definitely prey on the common fear
They are going to tell you things that you want to hear,
Where the stream beds run dry,
And the old man recollects with a sigh,
I plant this seed for the children of the land
In the hopes that we wake up and understand
Stop the development, a three story mall has no worth,
When all that we need can be produced by the Earth.
By Joe DeMarco
Categories:
recollects, education, nature, philosophy, political,
Form:
Rhyme
“The park’s the bestest place I know.
I hope you’ll take me there today.”
Four-year-old Bud would get his way.
His Papa also likes to go
to watch the lively children play.
Bud rushed right to the carousel
and claimed “the horsey I like best.
He’s magic. He’s not like the rest!”
His Papa recollects quite well
his own fun fancies lived with zest.
Bud’s magic horsey comes alive,
not at the park; but many nights,
he takes him on fantastic flights.
Though Magic leaves when dawn arrives,
the daytime holds its own delights.
rhyme scheme: a b b a b c d d c d e f f e f
March 29, 2020, entered in Eve Roper's Picture Prompt Contest placed 3rd
December 3, 2021
entered in the "Z" Contest New or Old--Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
Categories:
recollects, childhood, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
Beauty sets in my wide open eyes
The skies radiance of hue becomes me
I am a flower - I bloom
Colorful flowers transpire in the mind
The troubled rain nourishes in doom
In the beauteous gardens - I am surrounded
I speak - the poppy enlightens
The roots root bound are grounded
My heart opens as I'm blossom
Hark ! I see a bud in disguise
The suns rays twinkle in daylight
And the bee swarms to my open face
With the buzz mute to my lifted ear
It listens and recollects what I hear
The sound of the raindrops true may be doom
Yet I speak -to the bee and the bloom...
Categories:
recollects, flower, sunshine,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Sleepiness
There alone before
my computer
Fighting the sleep
that creeps like
looter
My brain is
sluggish,lids are
dragging
Against my eyeball
that rolls like a
marble..
I poke the keyboard
My fingers sometimes
miss and slip
It takes a few seconds
to punch the next
quip
As I am about to
start, my eyes close
their own
Again I am in a
limbo, swirling into
the unknown
Suddenly, I open my
lids and find
my hands on the
waiting keyboard
Squinting my heavy
eyes to find the
words
I end up typing the
wrong chord
My thoughts are like
winding road
Focus is the least I
could load
Oh, I need to finish
this piece, I said
Or else I forget,
what I've read
But my eyes can't
connect
What my mind
recollects
Finally my body
slumps over the
board
And I surrender
To a triumphant
slumber...
Categories:
recollects, sleep
Form:
Rhyme
You, stirring me in the head
Like a warm current
Flowing With the glimmering light
I, seeing the passers-by
Hurrying to and fro
Along different roads
You and I, coming across
As fast as flashes in course
But we must admit:
Humans differ from other lives
By making memorize
That always recollects
Categories:
recollects, 1st grade, assonance, blessing,
Form:
Verse
I’m water flowing back in time
The past is everything you know about me
My purity reflected on their facial features
Only strangers meet me in the future
In the flow of tears at heartbreak
In the perspiration of gruelling muscle ache
Into the tingle of a blissful splash
And the scintillating hair-raising rush
Airborne just above a timed collapse
When all you thought about me has elapsed
Losing shape in all the directions I disconnect
And where the constant flow once more recollects
Categories:
recollects, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme