Best Responsiveness Poems
Free verse Rhyme
Never fearing.. as love is nearing
Love's consciousness force... completes it’s divorce...(Jer. 3:8) Metaphorically Love divorces
From the mind of strife... that cuts as a knife mind's strife, or wickedness.
Resurrects our life... from sacrifice
As Cosmic’s love... has constant net.........................................(Malachi 3:6)(Hebrews 13:8)
Let not..the little hearts fret
Comes... as humanity’s mind sets
As the Cosmos....to humanity lets
As the mind of scarcity... the wealthy loses disparity
A new mind set...within the poor will let..
In... the life of the lamb’s net
A new logic... in earth will be set
A new diverse, of unlimited disperse
As constant Love..begins it’s gov.
The mind of Christ...from sacrifice
Will dispense with vice...with universe disperse
Meet your maker..not a soul breaker, Love's higher fate
As humanity levitates..to the higher state
Love’s consciousness brings..new responsiveness
Two thousand twelve..well..new light..flies a new kite
As the winter of flight..brings a new might
In a Godly project..`T is by a new logic
All will come into view..with a golden hue
For God is not new..He’s the love that’s in you!!!
Note: Iam not talking about the so called physical rapture,
but an enlightment of human consciousness, by love's
higher logic!
11-13-09 [email protected]
Tide ebbed from the sea,
sublime poetic fervor
charge and impetus
enhanced responsiveness leads
unbounded benevolence.
Briny deep, long crested waves
forever beating the shore.
3/27/2019
Poetry Contest: CHALLENGE
Sponsored by: Martin Brown aka ManPoet
Every single thing we enjoy -
whether it touches sight, hearing,
sense of smell, or the working
of hands and feet - was given
by the God who created us.
Before man thought to produce art,
manufacture goods, or write stories,
poetry or music, God put all the raw
materials in our minds and hands,
all we would ever need -
then waited for us to develop
sensitivity to his leading
and the responsiveness
which produces obedience. Those who
achieve the greatest success and
benefit mankind most are ones
who hear that inner voice,
that spark within, listen
with their hearts, and follow.
Though often called by lovers
for my wicked deadly aim
when I sight with an arrow
and I chant the whispered name.
Sometimes, the shot gets tangled.
I don’t like to ricochet
off candidates unlikely
of responsiveness in play.
I’m sorry though... for Mary.
Me feeling hung-over dues...
‘twas cause of the misfire flight,
mispronouncing in the muse.
I targeted her chosen,
and fired a moment too late...
Poor Mary heard the grunting
and a pig stared through the gate.
Next, we hear the crashing sound,
running feet as pig appears
and looking up at Mary
piggish grin with garbage smears.
Now, Mary’s not called stupid
nor in love with new pig friend.
She bargained up the bacon,
smoked the hams and brought the end.
Valentine’s day is coming,
my fear mounts of face to face...
‘cause Mary not forgetting,
last year was the piggy chase.
Cupid
Utopia, New World Futurism
Let’s consider for a moment, do we exist are we real,
Or perhaps just holograms with flesh and bones.
Controlled, programmed by covert powers that be,
Observed perpetually by all-seeing Alien drones.
Laptops, Tablets Smart phones surveying us all,
They know what you do, they know what you think.
CCTV cameras, the eye in the sky, satellite detection,
Orwell spoke of Big Brother, now we’re on the brink.
We’re watching you, watching us watching you.
Scary really, creation of self-programmed Android.
Mummy, Daddy your child needs responsiveness,
Take your eyes from the screen, away from the void.
Science fiction is now, machines ruling our world,
But they’re not Robots, Automatons or mechanisms,
It’s us, people have become machines, DELETE, RE-BOOT,
Welcome my friends to Utopia, new world Futurism.
I THANK* YOU, MY GOD, FOR YOUR:
Assuring attributes of authority
Blessing with benefits’ bounty
Calling along compassion-courage
Driving devoid of direction-damage
Enabling enthusiastic empowerment
Fortifying with faithfulness-fulfillment
Gearing along grace-guard
Hoisting with helpfulness’ herald
Instilling inspirational instruction
Justifying justice-jubilation
Keeping kindness-kinship
Loving along light-luster’s leadership
Moving with mercy’s might
Nurturing nourishment at night
Optimizing obedience-opulence
Performing power-prevalence
Quieting qualms of quitting
Restoring revival midst restful rejuvenating
Strengthening servanthood-skill
Training toward trials’ triumphant thrill
Upholding upon unwelcome uncertainty
Vanquishing victoriously every vanity
Winning thru Word’s worthy ways
Xing sins with ‘xamination ‘xcellence x-rays
Yearning for yielded yes-responsiveness
Zooming zeal to Zion’s zestfulness.
*Romans 1:8 ... I thank my God through Jesus Christ...
November 27, 2018
Abecedarian with Couplet and Alliteration forms
4th place, "A Personal Favorite Poem Written in 2018"
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire; judged on 12/12/2018.
Fold and make origami
Pieces lost in the folds of time
Ripples in crystal waters of stillness
A riddle searching for responsiveness
Zipline through the playgrounds of my mind
Inverted skies stretch beyond grey
Clinging to air thick with silence
Shaped by a hope refusing to conform
Sleepily sauntering down an alley
Directionless shadows endless in their growth
Opaque walls murmuring their speechless weight
Flickering with thoughts not comprehended
Unraveling the knots of oblivion
Words hang precariously in suspense
A burst of color breaks through the frame
Slowly fading to the edge of a forgotten dream
You expand
one's perceptions of love
with an intensely profound awareness
separating romanticized lust
from
the essence of true loves
limitless sensations
Perceiving
that which lies beneath the skin...
Glimpsing the aesthetics of
a courageous heart...
Observing the inventiveness
of an intellectual mind...
Discerning the artistry
of a compassionate soul...
Responsiveness
is aroused by true love...
Elimimating the obstacles
which thwart enlightenment...
Embracing
a genuine awakening of empathy...
Enfolding two egos
into one cohesive understanding...
Oh, how my initiative has flustered,
for I assumed of years before we separate
I sigh through dear retirement of a beloved pastor.
What stinginess imposed no access to Fish Fries and the classes?
In retrospect, I think this showed the sum that I could pay.
Oh, how my initiative has flustered.
If in the face-to-face responsiveness, I could not be active,
During his parochial presence,I may have considered exchanging ideations within the electronic mail.
I sigh through dear retirement of a beloved pastor.
Ah, to attend the Conversational coffee, which followed early Wednesday masses,
I strongly desire that in temporal asset my mind provided doability in willing myself awake.
Oh, how my initiative has flustered.
Perhaps, my sleeping rhythm could truly mould to donut Sundays,
and not corporeal nourishment but interactions would satiate.
I sigh through dear retirement of a beloved pastor.
I drown in upset without the known legal right of correspondence.
The prospect of mutual familiarity would permit messages had I done the actions strengthen my regrets.
Oh, how my initiative has flustered.
I sigh through dear retirement of a beloved pastor.
We need friends to pray for us…
… since they believe that God hears our cry for divine support
whenever we excruciate in downfall’s hurts along shame’s discomfort
sorrowfully begging for the Saviour's help, our ultimate resort---
and they lead us before the Almighty's gracious fort!
We need partners in our pursuits…
… acknowledging that we are one in our mission
whenever we seek companions to fight sins’ oppression
devoutly reaching-out with the Lord's provision---
and they are ready to lend their hand of compassion!
We need acquaintances…
… to surmount communication's challenging difficulty
whenever we want to hurdle calamity and physical infirmity
wholeheartedly yearning for cheerful sanity---
and they smile, greeting us with joy's purity!
We actually need each other…
… because no one can exist alone, considering human weakness;
whenever we try to struggle with relationship failures and worthlessness
grievously demanding for responsiveness---
we must strive to be the neighbor* who practices loyalty and faithfulness!
*Mark 12:30-31 And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength: this is the first commandment. And the second is like, namely this, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. There is none other commandment greater than these.
February 5, 2023
3rd place, "Acquaintance and Neighborhood" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 2/20/2023.
You my love are like poetry in motion
you glide along with
charm and benevolence
when you walk by you strike a heart's chord
i hear songs of love playing in my head
you've mastered the technique of seduction
yes you do have my heart watering
i stare when you enter the room
your presence demands responsiveness
Oh my love i wait for the day
when you will whisk me away
in your strong arms of comfort
where i will dissipate in your arms
and you will announce your love for me
and it will echo throughout the world
then we will flee so unreservedly
to our own planet of fervidness
Emerging from cooperative economic indecision,
a leftwinged political decision
"Too big to fail"
is also our unecological rightwinged euphemism
for a politically unpalatable
"Too rich to fail."
This has nothing healthy
or equitable to do with democratic community,
with non-violent solidarity,
with green communion,
And everything to do
with naked inside greed
for short-term crutches and props
to insider avoid,
to outside neglect,
to postpone "til after my term,"
my generation
this anthro must grow
insider regeneration
Effective long-term
multigenerational public health
without monoculturing extraction
dismally standing in for
polycultural health investment
While anthro-privileged fragility
continues dissonant whistling
in growing cancerous outdoor climates
of pathological darkness
too big to not fail
Healthy democracy
does not overfeed rich autocratic authority,
instead investing in locally responsible
multicultural responsiveness
including long multigenerational commitment,
Coining a renewing terminology
of non-terminal
liberally conserving
resilient responsivility
Too simple,
win/win sufficient,
healthy compassion solid
to fail
empowerment's enlightening test
of Earth ReGenerative HerStory.
Penetrativity –assimilation- is a measure of how an individual accepts-receives
information-data. The rate at which information is being taken in-received through the
process of permeation for the process of interpretation i.e. a measure of the depth of
receptivity-receptiveness and reactivity of interpretivity. Penetrativity is used to
measure receptivity.
Expressivity- Action – the rate at which an individual gives out-sends out information
which is thought and supposed to be after full-maximal reception which affects
interpretation and then with patient meticulous-careful responsiveness guided by
assistance and dictation of reception, brainstorming of interpretation and finally
total-maximal reproduction. How an individual executes an interpreted information .
Sensitivity –reactivity- is a measure of the rate of how an individual responds-behaves in
order to-in an attempt to give out-send out information-data received i.e. the
preparation/s made in an attempt to divulge an interpreted information-data. It is
considered when measuring the rate of expressivity. This happens immediately after
interpretation.
Some people
see reverse racism
as justified by genetic meritocracy
and historical seniority of sacred monocultural grace
not quite so generously bestowed
as one might more paradise
have multiculturally hoped.
So, some people
see affirmative action
as too liberal with love
too affirming reactionary.
So, some people
see assertive responsiveness
as PositivEnergy ecofeminist reply
to reverse racism
and sexism
and anthro-patriotic national supremacy.
So, some people
see anthro-supremacism
as RightWinged
patriarchal RedMeat.
So, some people
see patriarchalism
as red-faced egocentrism,
longing to rebelong
in green Paradise days
of GoodNews scriptured Olde.
So, some people
see xenophobia,
reverse ecological
and political empowering face
of rabid LeftBrain egocentrism,
and RightBrain eco-racism
and sexism
and anthro homophobicism
So, some people
fake *****sapien
shape-shifting eco-resonant WiseElder minds
with ego-resilient bodies--
inside spiritual climate redeeming health
proclaiming regenerative outside natured wealth.
I awkwardly, ineptly, and submissively fumbled thru life...,
whereat purposefulness rarely gained traction
Fatherhood (half my life time ago)
bolstered reasonable rhyme
manifesting itself before
these myopic bespectacled eyes.
Infancy, babyhood, and Childhood
evidenced, noticed, and witnessed
adequate basic provisions,
and no shortage of food
engendered dynamic cohesion
allowed, enabled, and provided
"mama's boy" imbued,
and attempted to compensate
being socially withdrawn
posting and answering
personal classified advertisements,
(while marital vows
long since pledged),
now in hindsight such risqué
communiqués juvenile and lewd
sense and sensibility
of healthy emotional, mental
and physical natural maturation
social withdrawal did occlude
invariably classmates found
lack of responsiveness rude.
Additionally, yours truly
never field tested
self reliance skill sets,
but rather overstayed his welcome
livingsocial with parents
at 324 Level Road,
whose patience he sorely tested
ofttimes giving rise
since hashtagged as
dad's infamous midnight lectures
heavily referencing expletives
which vituperative ultimatums
extemporaneously delivered courtesy
paternal linkedin progenitor of mine
when the doomsday clock struck twelve
allowing, enabling, providing
standing room only
promising colorful denunciatory epithets
assaulting, cannonading, firing...
exploding character assassination
verbal thermonuclear bombs squarely
lobbed at unemployed sole son,
his/him offspring afflicted then (three
plus decades ago and now)
with debilitating anxiety/
social panic, palmar hyperhidrosis,
body dysmorphia, and
irritable bowel for starters.
I (a rather meek individual)
stood still as a statue
silently weathering such
blistering, calumniating, excoriating,
fulminating, haranguing brickbats
upon a rather docile doodler with words,
who essentially internalized
torturous barrage vacuous warnings
to shape up or ship out,
which mother and father dearest
doled out their version
of abusive traumatic boot camp
survival mode qualified
as invisible contusions, fractures,
infarctions, lesions, obstructions
and ruinations upon psyche.