Best Selective Poems
I'm allergic to most things
Especially in fall and spring
But your lies I believed
And now I live to grieve
Selective Memory
Yesterday's memories
made new again.
never let me forget
I hold onto pieces
of
my life in my mind-
The day that I
forget,
is the day that I
have nothing left.
Who selects these
memory samples?
The smile, the one
dimple
the pinch-able
cheeks.Chin with cleft..
To love you was
so simple.Love
reasoned out in
tantrums and pouts--
Pull the plug
Old water down the
drain
new rain in water
spouts-
transferred hugs-on
memory lane.
I hold onto those
pieces
of my life,fresh new
dresses
twirling
-twirling,hair
curling,
curling - falling
tresses of
festive locks.
I invested in no bad
stock.
We dance in
our memories with
great ambition-
every move precision -
Who made this
decision?
Not aware of why
these memories
were chosen by the
selector to re-main.
I hold onto pieces
of my life in my mind-
The day that I
forget,
is the day that I
have nothing left.
The universe is a mercurial cloud.
Against its overbearing chaos,
I have only my words.
They are never solutions,
Only questions.
Always selective in their attention.
Always filters screening out
The subatomic assault.
I have only my words.
I scroll through cable channels.
I download all the apps.
How do I ponder a musical chord?
How do I arrange an ordered thought?
The social order is our agreement,
Our consensus on what exists.
Alone in a world trapped in my head
Thinking of the past laying in bed.
Random moments will come over me
When all I’ll do is think and breathe.
No words will form from my lips
A brief verbal eclipse
Numerous reasons ranging
Personality unchanging, while emotions exchanging.
Words and “smiles” shared so often their meaning taints
Cares and interests we faint
All to please the eye of another
The numerous expectations begin to smother.
So many thoughts locked in my head
Everyone leading to a sense of dread
My lips grow heavy like your eyes at night
Both shall close and be alright
Let me stay in my little world
In blankets warm and curled
Everything will be alright
When you come to embrace the night.
If I could remember
Half of what I've forgot
That sure would be something
I have forgot a lot
The older that I get
The better my life seemed
I can't tell the difference
From real and what I've dreamed
Short Poem Contest
Hate memorizes more and forgets less than love,
as well as creditor and debtor... !
You told me I was wise
When I spoke of what you Taught me
But the moment I made my own truth
You stopped listening.
Kale Brereton
August 5, 2018
SELECTIVE REASONING a proverb
Opinions-
that ignore inconvenient facts
Blinded to all of the desirable flaws
within pillow reach
Shallow beauty of uneven temperament
rises and falls
with the tide of X-ray attraction
Ultraviolet thoughts in visible range,
scan the scarred marks
on an arrhythmic, telltale heart
Tender touch select a barely audible
passionate promise of silhouette pleasure
Sarah Vaughan on the playlist,
speaks softly low
after every Phyllis Hyman kiss
Silky braille scats,
pure Al Jarreau ...
fingering the body fretboard
Leaves an infra-red lip signature
Blind to the faults
of a carefree gypsy, wandering attitude
Wait patiently
to impart a better bosom perspective
Open the clay vaults
while the lava flow of the moment moves
Let love clarity
be the retinal force which aorta give
See those gems of free expression
paint the intimate mood
Glittering hues of breathtaking ecstasy
is blind to the fact —
seeking love is a natural obsession
Small by all accounts the mind transfers-
Philosophy, towards our better judgement
Which either way, decides when it occurs,
Helps make our bias seem like some resent
Courageous does a swaying close to tender
Within the deepest consciousness of tilt,
and choosing is defined but only slender
Oh! For the sake of reason, have I guilt?
I choose to forget that I have lied.
I choose to forget that I have died.
I choose to forget that I have lived.
I choose to forget that I have gived.
I choose to forget that I have shoved.
I choose to forget that I am loved.
I choose to forget that I am not alone.
I choose to forget that this is our home.
I choose to forget the beauty of a rose.
I choose to forget the truth I suppose.
I choose to not forgive myself.
I choose spiritual poverty instead of wealth. I choose to forget God's loving grace.
I choose in shame to hide my face.
I choose to blame others for what I do.
I choose to blame you, and you, and you.
I have chosen to forget to climb god's hill.
But he has remembered to love me still.
Selective hearing loss going on,
His wife said, "That's a pretty lady"
He said, "She sure is...I mean HUH?"
She squinted and thought, "That's shady"
It went to the back of her mind
She let it slide just like before
Such a close one, but he got by
So glad he wasn't shown the door
I know you think that guy was me
That's the way it usually goes
But I'll tell you what, that's not true
(As far as anybody knows!)
SELECTIVE REASONING a proverb
Opinions-
that ignore inconvenient facts
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Wasted thoughts of memory
You can’t remember anything
Are these actions intentional?
I’m frightened by what they bring
To me it seems to be selective
Your memory so to speak
For things defined important to you
Are the only matters you seek
Why won’t you just open your eyes?
So you can see I’m not the enemy
I’m the one who gave you my life
Yes, that woman was once me
Seeking your monetary gain
Is all you seem to care about
Lost perception of who you are
Pure intentions never devout
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Selective and Corrective Lenses
Always for eyes are corrective lenses
So after knocked out, return to senses;
Are weird ways of looking at things
May sound horrible when someone sings;
What happens when your brain condenses?
Jim Horn