Best Satisfactorily Poems
I feel emotionally flat
the experience is very stressful
No flooding or concentration
Acute, which is more persistent
Maybe therapy and skills training
- some will need it just for safety
I crank my headphones up to deafening level
- shuts off all sick thoughts
The silence gradually becomes unbearable
Along the way, I experienced that
the parachute did not work satisfactorily
If only God could give me a clear sign
Saturn's rings exist exclusively
of missing aircraft luggage
I think everything is predetermined
Hope is foolproof
I cut the cucumber slices like hearts
25/7/20
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Isolation Philosophy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
4th place in the contest
That is my house
So sweet so lovely
Very old but every
day
Looks new jolly
After long tiring
work
Its gives me a
sensation of
Cool lovely garden
Among my loving
children
And smiling
intimately hugging
My sweet wife
A mate of my every
life
That is my house
So caring and so
possessive
To attract me from
anywhere
Into its safe care
A place where
I sit into deep
meditation
With the Lord of my
creation
Blessing me with His
glare
Of heavenly cheer
This is my house
Which I erected
Brick by brick
Layer by layer
And watched it
taking shape
Year by year
Like my own children
Who perhaps will
never know
Through how much
pains
We two had to go
To give them a
shelter
Full of safety and
love
Yet we feel a
satisfaction
That its every
dimension
Tells a silent story
Of our true
dedication
This is my house
Which will tell our
story
Of love and
affection
To our coming
generation
When we would be no
more
But our souls will
anchor
Here to watch our
children
Living happily
As a family
Looking
satisfactorily
At our portraits
Note: This poem has
been selected by the
Lost Tower
Publication
To be
published in their
book 'Eastern
Voices'.
Humanity has no support to duty
Both contrary in dealing and punctuality:
Non-the-less deny each claims still their validity
Former needs emotional skip where later regularity!
Humanity is a thing roundly soul concern
Fancies of many idles, despotic and obligates.
Estimate not to beautify active approach return;
Deserve aid remarkable quiet pleasing black arts.
Duty declares the deed must accomplish statutable,
Gratitude, greed and gratification are sub-judice here-of:
A crazy caution compel to foil inapplicable
Yonker's pride, old hand cultivated doctrinal of.
Certain condition humanity plays role of pre-eminence
Duty looks wanting help out of heels.
Depending on probation of sincerity convince,
Rejecting deep binder satisfactorily set aside exceeds.
If stands duty and humanity both together.
Glorifies the spirit immortal as His name
And also deal showing clean impersonality further,
None appeal to mercy could not dare blame.
I learned from my grandmother
To dry roses in windows
Hung, upside down, from a string-
Maybe because that way
All the red would flow to their head
Like when one does handstands-
Handstands are never something
That I learned how to do
Particularly satisfactorily...
I've always been a bit too-
Off-balance-
I learned from my mother
Not to hang around windows,
That I am not a rose
To be put up to dry...
When you spend so long
Leaning over windowsills,
You can only ever be-
Off-balance-
Sun soaks us all in first fresh fun.
It keeps us all ALIVE WE THRIVE.
Making MERCURY more mistifying.
Meanwhile, victorious VENUS vears very
Vengeful.
Eager EARTH edges eastward earnestly
Effectually elemental
Miraculously MARS mistook URANUS
urshering in an urgent understanding,
For a quiet star.
SATURN satisfactorily goes
Afar sixth place with rings.
And JUPITER awaits a hot July just joining
NEPTUNE napping not noticing near naked
polluted PLUTO presumably with pressure
Possessing a powerful punch. Positioned
Positively, prone, toward percise potential.
Endless choices you make daily
Deciding between many paths
Choosing the one that is satisfactorily
Leading to a bypath
Making to decide more carefully
Nayda Ivette
9-21-2015
Interesting to think
that these bodies,
preened and sculpted, thin and thick, rigid and soft,
are but skin and bone of different sizes and face;
A body in the end after all is done
will easily become wrinkled and loose, frail and fractured, old and pale
but still only skin and bone,
and finally of no remaining substance.
All mind and thought, physique and beauty, grace and eloquence,
only shells that once held life
now, becoming nothing but dust,
releasing at last, the soul.
I have come to know for me
the importance of what lies within,
often unseen and unrevealed to man.
My shell of a body, I am sure
was chosen by someone else
for surely, I would have chosen better,
a tall, slender more appealing container than this;
but alas,
this is the one i have for now,
satisfactorily used and tapered
despite the appearence of my father's face and shape.
My mediocre looks are at the very least,
complemented by my personality, not quite shy
but not overly outspoken
just enough of me for all to know my self confidence.
Independence and self determination and this body
have gotten me through the years despite myself,
I am satisfied and content with that with time
I have and am true to myself, my friends, my beliefs.
speaking severe nasal sounds,
when exhalation boyhood memory draws
obvious twang – another ace in the hole for bullies –
gnashing identityguard where gauze
superfluous, and those hurtful ingrates lobbed words,
when they may as well swang fists at me upper and lower jaws,
though decades in the past, the imprimatur indeibly etched,
yet stinging rebukes from maws
and faux paws trigger remembrance of things past
(analogous to Post Traumatic Stress Disorder -
in my case countless acromonious, denigrating, execrable names
contributed to Schizoid Personality Disorder –
though predisposition for sundry mental illness
most likely incsribed within mom and pop sic cull genes),
now greater enlightenment reacting/responding to stress
comprehending my biology, chronology, ecology, geneaolgy
(fyi – Amelie paid consultant at 23andme.com for blueprint
denoting fabric housing jumbled, linkedin, nested past –
results surprisingly showed 1% Neanderthal
comprise inherited) psychology,
thus explaining insatiable hunger for bananas,
and intermittant urge to swing from tree to tree,
whereby I willingly accept arboreal, corporeal,
generallly less than ideal traits
which pro active overtures arrest
(without a warrant), contest, assent everest
(albeit metaphorically) satisfactorily
extending virtual olive branch (pitted)
recognize immutable imposibility to confront
excrutciating bygone feelings,
this endeavor, a quest to test mine kempf zone, and endure
current flow of uneasiness (clammy
and sweaty hands fostered by andiety),
yet exorcizing mailer demons critical
to experience mindfullness, and requisite
to fast tract expeditious deliverence,
whereat ye ought not be deprived
THIS SIBLING (HAN SOLE BROTHER)
WHOSE LOVE TOOTH HE
(on account of dentures) DIDST OFTEN BESPEAK!
Who knows whence the measurement
of time came about, though this chap
proposes the following general happen
stance. Perhaps psalm body named Judas
Priest arranged to congregate, but cohorts
restless (sans Quiet Riot), did Accept
a Mercyful Fate asper their Iron Maiden pact,
but needed to reassure doubting Tom us
(a petty detail), how to coordinate self
anointed Black Sabbath. An Idol Billy
Graham proposed a resolution (this
coincidentally enough would be calculated,
figured, and interpolated vis a vis
to happen on New Years Eve circa
unknown when. Some metal-heads
put their Smashface together, and contrived
a crude modus operandi, which in
vol vid each musician to crank up
and amplify to the max his instrument of choice.
No matter distance extant between
closest and farthest member, would be
barely faintly heard. The era re: these
bit players didst dabble with primitive
chronometers comprised hamlets a mere
shouting distance apart. Once a quasi
reliant (and affordable) methodology
evolved, one singer songwriter
upped the (space/time quantum theory)
ante by conniving, fostering (the village
people), inviting live onstage performances.
Quite a bit of fancy free footloose gimcrackery
reckoned to be sale-able to sell at audiences,
thus drawing a Crowded House. None
the less, there remained the confounding,
irksome, pesky quandary sans figuring precision
concerning how to segment morning
to night cycle. Perhaps the town nerd
might own the (get) smarts to tinker
satisfactorily until...PRESTO! The purported
impossible mission solved with refinement
propelling one geek after the other into
the klieg lights if only for a blink of an eye!
Midnight Secrets*
In the dark, I came alive
~tonight
I found my way
~into the light
Camouflage in lace, my skin glisten,
Towards the wind, I listen!
Skin of envy and gold,
My limbs suddenly unfold,
Gracefully I follow the air,
I found myself without a care,
Every moment, every feeling felt erotically insane,
Seductively, the night whispers my name,
A freedom flight
~into the night.
My breast, not of a little girl
Beyond the hazels, into another world
My life until this point had been a riddle
My fingers slither, a play without a fiddle
Circles with motion,
Vibrations and self-soothing lotion,
I touch myself gently,
Thinking of you relentlessly,
Looking around,
The night echoes a whimpering sound,
I want to see, and embrace the secrets inside me,
I squeeze the damp enigma charcoal sheets-
Moaning and moaning, repeatedly.
Tucking my silk pillows, groping my knees,
I rub my lids slowly, satisfactorily complete,
Falling back into the realm of counting sheep.
~Tonight
If you like to become a priest,
Don’t try to distinct in West or East.
If you like to become a Saint,
Don’t try to rate on human fate.
If you like to become a teacher,
Don’t try to marginalize coloring feature.
If you like to become a doctor,
Don’t try to exercise inhuman sector.
A Priest can deliver a lecture on welfare,
A spirit can help us to become a lover.
A Saint can bless us to become a human,
Nobody is Muslim, Hindu, Sikh or Roman,
A teacher can build cracking relations,
What is contradiction in growing fashions?
A doctor can inject a healthy structure,
He can remove danger of a fracture.
A priest, saint, teacher and a doctor,
They can civilize the World to become an actor.
A politician should be honest and darer,
That can offer a solution as a family carer.
What do we need to alter in the system?
So we can reduce pain to establish wisdom.
That can provide patience and respect,
A person can live satisfactorily with rest.
Living is a God gift and Natural selection,
Why is human having a temperamental reaction?
Natural resources a betterment for creation,
The World society is a God’s Nation.
Why are Language, Colour, Race, and Caste?
A seed of animalism or a barrier of cruelty dust.
Heaven, hell or Qiyamat (calamity), a worthless teaching,
A painful disease and mentally disordered suffering.
Oh, Modern human, what is a best treatment?
To kill innocents; to gain profitable factor.
Who has an objection, human is not wise?
We have, forward, upward and backward rise.
If our deeds are building a thorn reactor,
Are we human or animal, what’s a best chapter?
Experience is getting bored and practices are dull,
Everywhere is bloodshed, what’s a human skull?
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A black cloud descends…. , , ,
Each flower grows hopeful! ,,
In jubilation, katydids, laughingly, make noisy ovations! , , ,
Party-planner, Queen Rosie, STOPS to
unleash verses,with ’xcited Yiddish zeal !
……………………………………………………………. , ,
D Daisy Mae, and Lily Gay, bathe in refreshing rains ,,
A Anointed too, are tiny baby buds, with every little drop ,, ,,,
N Narcissus squeals with laughter, and sings a sweet refrain
C Crickets dance with plaid berets, and do a Celtic hop!
I In the mud we’ll find two pigs, they splash, but then rain STOPS!
N Nanny Goose, and Granny Goat, play banjos in the band
G Gardenias, stash away umbrellas, they scrub from end to end
R Rabbits hear the jubilee, and from a hole they pop
A A squirrel or two, comes down the tree, where all the fuss began
I In spite of fear, the little mouse, looks out to see what’s up
N Nearby, the cat, just waves his hat, allows the mice some fun!
N Dogs join in, STOP chasing cats, they splash, and play like kids
R Rainbows fill the evening sky, where now the sun peeks in
O Overhead, the colors smile, in greens, and blues and reds
P Pretty is the world tonight, refreshed, and clean, and good
S Softly STOPS the pitter-pat upon on the evening’s hood
…………………………………………………………………………
Thirsty trees, and tender tulip tongues, tasted today’s tantalizing tonic
Rain STOPS to retreat, to replenish, refresh, repair, and rest
Delighted dancers STOP, to discuss day’s divine delivery duties
Rainbows remind recovering revelers reasons to STOP and reflect, rejoice, recent rainy rewards
Slowly, in soft slippers, STOPping to shine, sun sets silently.
Satisfactorily satiated, the scenery seems serene, sparkling and sleepy…..
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Inspired by Debbie's Contest "Aye, Aye, and a Mistress"
I walked through cities passing factories, in thick smog, dim lights searching,
Over fields of sweet young green corn with a sharp slap from coldest east wind,
Through fickleness of uncertainty of climates looking high and low not finding,
Blaming seasons for standing up to their ancient character but feeling let down.
Asking men of science, literature, and enterprises many questions for my search,
Walking through heavy snows and shivering winds blowing icy sleet on black days,
Talking to country people interrogating all that I meet asking the same of each,
Nobody can explain or answer my question satisfactorily even as I shout in rage.
Cold as these winds are I bluster onwards there must be an answer come what will,
Over freezing meadows so cold the grass cracks with every footstep I have to know,
Standing on top of the highest hills for hours looking far into the distant lands,
Running alongside rushing rivers following the cold bright sunlight to places new.
My hand shielding my eyes and tears from blinding brightness ran down my cheeks,
A sparkle in the far off distance, so many miles away on a flat horizon was hope,
I ran with the winds through leafless forests, gnarled knotted branches creaking,
There I found my peace, natures garden, standing under pear blossom white as snow.
...and it cuts like a dagger so sharp
to hear your ear piercing scream through the fog
and into the house where I lay on the couch
whispering to no one but the silent ceiling above me
I am not worth as much as you think
I am not worth much of anything
I am not worth the love you have for me
I am not worth the attraction you see, modesty...
Honestly, I am not the man you seek
I'm hiding too deep in the illusion of the meek
What would you say, truly say
if I said I lied to you all along
that to your fright, at first sight
I was determined to throw you away
my cruelest intentions described like a vague prescription
Can you forgive me, I doubt it so
Can you forgive me, I don't know
Ashley, baby, can we start over; press restart
let this blow over like a tumbleweed and start anew
I admit I made my mistakes and take fault in them all
so let me introduce myself again
'Hello my name is Jake' but I feel so fake
the words I wanted to blurt out
were erased in the fire of burning desire
to cast you away, come back to say it's ok
and laugh right in your face
as you label me 'disgrace' after looking me in the eyes
but I was wrong ungratefully, satisfactorily?
Never can it be, Ashley, baby
you gave me the keys to your world with trust
while I had none to give
you, a pebble in my hand only weighted with sand
and it cuts like a dagger so sharp
to hear her ear piercing scream through the dark
cut into the fog, entering the house
where I lay, face down on the couch
like an ostrich in fright
as I turn up blind and lifeless
unable to bear witness to the sight of tears staining
staining your starry eyes
twin puddles created by a fountain bathing in twinkling sunlight
Ashley, baby...remember me fondly
My sleepless nights
Many days, months, years passed away
I have heard, but … … …..nothing satisfactorily
Rear case
Few are surviving without food
Some are surviving without sleep.
I am mad both I need
Hard for me in these days
Why I am sleepless?
Why I am getting loss of my sleep?
The blue Sky has become very friendly to me
I count stars from the balcony
Why I am like this always?
No change in my life?
Losing power to make understand myself
My mind and body
Fighting with my hopelessness
But I have heard
Hopeless life sometimes gets hopeful life
Drawing lines of unconscious for how long?
Still I have to learn to dominate my tensions.
Because this mind goes anywhere,
Where we say to go or whether not say
And it pursues guide for its movement
Sometimes not
What we make possible
It depends on our movement.
There is big different
Between my life and my dominated life
My life was free
I used to eat and drink
And I feel freedom for me anytime
But my dominated life is tightened with ropes
One, two, three adding, attaching and attaching
Day by day tightening and tightening.
Needing more and more penny
I too searching to gain for me
In this penniless world for needy
Who has got lot, they are greedy
Bridging them all with solution
Thinking and thinking and thinking
I have no more sleep
For attempt of balancing
I have got lost my sleep.