Best Stampede Poems
Spilling a stampede of ink's prisms in brilliant
words infusing a Poet's thoughts.
Conveying creativity to provocative
imaginations .
Implicitly complying to isolating reality
Creating new dimensions where
Clock's spilling time's perceptions living
the moment of now forever.
Clockwise wisdom from wicked word’s
of a Crazy mind.
Philosophically our minds process symphonies
of orchestrated word's allowing cognitive man
to stay in harmony with the mind & body
a climax of our souls.
Mind the symphony insane insanity
orchestrated by the body in climax.
Words infuse a person's thoughts.
Emotions are expressed by the pitch of spoken word's.
Words communicate & body language speaks
emotions relative to the words
infused of a person's thinking.
Wisdom can be found reading in between the lines.
A paragraph of powerful catchphrases speaks
melodies of a catchy tune & flowers of imaginations
bloom.
Philosophy is ergonomics of the mind.
Urban legends in the suburbs.
Sounds of absurd check out the proverbs.
Cognition is a subject of cognitive man.
Premonitions are permissions of man's cognition.
Relative to the fixed position.
Precognition is a psychic's dream
an heard but not seen.
Culture is a reflection of society's ideology
theories of mythology in series of theologies.
Hypothetical theories query a qued question.
The clocks bleeding times perception
of dimensions in galaxies
light year's away.
Romeo’s an architect of accentuating
love's aesthetics in romance.
Twice pleasing to appeasing
sentiments in orchestra's
of delinquent eye's to witnesses.
Accentuating abstracts in non-conformities
designs contemporary aesthetics
in modern times.
Contemplating exquisite elegance unique
powers doubling my mind's conspiracy
of forwarding complex sediments.
Orchestrated the dynamics time playing
noteworthy scales of creativity
All the syllables in a kilogram of lines,
echoing grams of killer dope words whispering
persuasive complexity.
A mythic's chanting elegant wizardrtrii
enchanting ageless philosophies elegance of
life's angelic orchids of ageless wisdom's.
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Categories:
stampede, creation, inspirational, life, philosophy,
Form:
Epic
“Stampede: The Bitumen Blooms”
All the promises under the Sun
could never buy time, and
all that glistens on a wrist in a heartbeat succombs
peels away the romance
like tinfoil scraps, wrapped and cutting like razors
into the skin of what matters most
liked barbed wire
around a wrist bleeding
glistening golden brands like some kind of reigning crown
the so-called pulse of keeping up with the J’s
will never deliver the most precious intangible,
it burns inside out unseen
underneath the bitumen
the buried truth blooms
strange journeys crawl
and their animals released
from the cage,
eventually,
stampede;
sacrifices are made.
Candide Diderot. ‘25
Categories:
stampede, humanity,
Form:
Narrative
When confronted with
edicts of expendability,
the sanest of minds
condemn usury as a practice
defecating on
the nobler edicts of survival
until all herded
charge the very gates of compliance.
Categories:
stampede, social, war
Form:
Free verse
I looked out across this vast prairie,
an' I saw her as the cattle were bawlin'.
Bright an' nimble as a fairy,
at twilight as the stars were fallin'.
An image forms my sweet Sherry,
in knots my gut kept gallin'.
I called to her in haste so weary,
an' reached as I kept callin'.
I fear my search so leery,
trapped under a veil of pallin'.
Lightin' flashes so bright, so aerie,
thunder encourages the wind to yawlin'.
With noses raised high they serry,
bawl changes to that of squallin'.
Startled an' swiftly themselves they carry,
Sprung from the cantle where I was lollin'.
Vision blurred my sight so bleary,
my emotions inside kept brawlin'.
Eyes glassy now an' glary,
heart beats stutter now an' stallin'.
My mind shifts to thoughts so merry,
myself I shant keep maulin'.
Memories forever will tarry,
roweled flanks as I kept haulin'.
My pony stumbles it's so scary,
dust flies as I am sprawlin'.
Us both they'll have to bury,
say words that are sad an' drawlin'
My life God will review an' query,
gathered as a fisherman trawlin'.
Assigned to the Heavenly Prairie,
I ride drag as the cattle are bawlin'.
My Pard is an Angelic Fairy,
His name I keep Praisin' an' callin'.
For now my Pard is the Son of Mary,
to Him I am eternally thrallin'.
By Jim "Ish" Fellers
Copyright ©: February 05, 2004 ~ Thursday
Categories:
stampede, cowboy-western
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
Just moving about on rows of countless legs
seems a most complex concern
of the millipede.
I wonder how its motor nerves synchronize
milli-leg motion so not a limb
could impede
the smooth movement of the rest of its legs
to avoid entanglements or a
weird stampede,
a blunder the millipede should guard against
gossipers-creepers like his
cousin centipede!
Categories:
stampede, funny
Form:
Tail-rhyme
Should See Stampede
Right now what is going through my mind?
A poem to think up and be able to find
Right words for lines I soon will write
Mull around in my mind, think that I might.
We all can surely seem to be so sensitive
And look like many others who may live
In their own cocoon,. dreams and thoughts
Maybe in German, English, Irish or Scotch.
My mind is made up from each group
Foolish things into would not try to dupe
Each of my poems you surely will appreciate
To read them have found it hard to wait.
Go ahead and read my poems right now
No matter what I should say or somehow
Will put together another poem to read
To buy at bookstores should see them stampede.
Categories:
stampede, poetry,
Form:
Couplet
Trapped inside a spiders web...
a rainbow found its' colours...
basking under a star one night...
the riches were discovered...
...A gift was shared...
...the good heart mirrored...
...channelled thoughts, feelings,
to the world share...
...seek we find the answers...
...we just don't know it yet...
...recollection sometimes waivers...
...our feelings all agree...
...and the moment we decide...
...is the moment we believe...
Categories:
stampede, art, passion,
Form:
Concrete
just moving about on its two rows of countless legs
looks to me a most complex and
complicated concern of the
millipede;
I wonder how its motor nerves ensure synchronization
of milli-leg motion so that not a single
leg may ever accidentally
impede
the smooth movement of the rest of its legs, avoiding
errors that might cause either limb
entanglements or a weird
stampede,
a blunder the millipede would rather keep to itself
and guard against being gossiped
about by creepers like cousin
centipede !
Categories:
stampede, animals, funny, nature, cousin,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
It's Black Friday! Bargains and deals galore!
Hey! Lets go buy some more stuff,
And trample a small child.
For the Trample contest.
Categories:
stampede, people, social,
Form:
Kimo
Wake up
Run to the door
Spring is in a hurry
To engage, arouse, ignite. Then
Summer
Categories:
stampede, life, spring,
Form:
Cinquain
Wake up, wake up, you sleepy head
There’s a herd of rhinos eyeballing your bed!
But use caution, Brother, avert your eyes
That flamingo in the doorway is awfully shy
Good morning, Sister, I’d skip breakfast today
Or that moose in the kitchen might take it away.
Be careful if planning on watching cartoons
Because those wolves on the couch are threatening doom!
Anton, don’t brush your teeth. Emmie, don’t comb your hair
The bees in the cabinet might startle the bear.
Just stay in your bed and don’t plan to play
Good morning, kids. Did JJ tell you? It’s April Fool’s Day…
Categories:
stampede, children
Form:
Narrative
Why the stampede
to take the driver
out of the car?
~ In order to take
more money
from your jar
Categories:
stampede, car, money,
Form:
Rhyme
STAMPEDE
Beneath the moon’s pale, a requited glow,
A hyperbolic crowd begins to grow.
The sphere is aired with fear and haste,
A storm of bodies, my qualms displaced.
A million cry, a sudden shove,
To venerate order, stripped of love.
Feet like thunder, hearts like drums,
Chaos shouts, and silence comes.
The pressing of souls, the crush of skin,
A pastiche, none had sought in a fin.
Breath is stolen, hope forgotten,
The rising tide with a brogue, spares no one.
Dreams are trampled, testimonial fade,
In lingerie where the lost are laid.
The refulgent souls biding, now let go,
Beyond the weight of sorrow’s plow.
The dirge lingers, sharp and cold,
A tragedy has drubbed vast to behold.
Each hero a story, left untold,
Each step a grief that won’t grow old.
Oh, let us pause and learn the cost,
The price of life for rice swiftly lost.
For in the rush, the fray, the fight,
We drown the snivel stars, we dim the night.
The paroxysm still slaps my imagination,
They left eagerly to be cut by illusion;
I’m still raddled in the hands of rain,
For the psephology sprayed like grains.
In my wander of syncretism, I sigh!
Man’s search for food via the mild,
Has garnished life out there a tame,
A radical shawl for a renewed shame!
Categories:
stampede, allusion, anxiety, bereavement, child
Form:
Elegy
they laid in rows
blind onlookers eyes
trampled to death
8 Dead in many injured at Travis Scott’s AstroWorld festival in Houston this weekend
Categories:
stampede, body, death, grief,
Form:
Senryu
Need for Weed So Stampede
What was well known that we all agreed,
Did have a desire to start smoking weed,
So to store to buy we would stampede.
Jim Horn
Was watching some executive take up
the habit on MSNBC.
Categories:
stampede, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick