Best Substantiate Poems
If you are plagued with dragons in your basement,
And you have tried, without success, to drive them out.
If you need advice and dragon information,
That's what this short discourse is all about.
Now, you can't depend on pest exterminators,
Unless, perhaps, you call Saint George himself,
And pied pipers are of very little value,
As all dragons are notoriously tone deaf.
Since the riddance of house dragons is a hassle
That you might not be prepared to suffer through,
You might find compromise and coexistence
Is the sensiblest thing that you can do.
The rumor that all dragons are ferocious,
Is a rumor we could not substantiate.
As to whether they are prone to making mischief,
Its a subject that's still open to debate.
Some say dragons are quite friendly creatures.
Why, I've heard that they make gentle, loving pets,
And it's said that if one treats them with affection,
The great, scaly fellows never will forget.
But if you choose a dragon as a house pet,
Your fire insurance rates are sure to soar,
Unless you teach your dragon not to hiccup,
And to breathe into the furnace when he snores.
On the feeding of domesticated dragons
(We have saved this information till the end):
They feed mainly on bad dreams and mustang nightmares,
And a local politician now and then.
LIKE A STAR AM I
Like a star am I!
Who only shimmers in velvet gem darkness, aye.
This~ my world of transcendental mystery.
And the only place, you will ever substantiate the
mystical, me!
Sunshine's progeny, I am not.
Nor am I, cocoa butter's tot!
A silken moon for a gentle pillow,
Mating music of busy,plumaged whippoorwills.
The spinning, intoxicating,music of the universe.
Ah yes~~~that's when I can compose such vivid,
outstanding verse!
September 30, 2020
2pm PST
VERLENIAN EPOCH
[I am] from the place where white man states that, literary devices are
for him creatively.
[I am] commencing the era when empowerment formed in writing.
As a Poet and Philosopher of life ways, [I am] aspiring to connect to scholars.
With emphasis concentrated in Social Theory, my philosophies thrive
on the page.
Social Theology is a prosperous ideology that suggests we are summiting
as the human race.
Our languages are full circle and our image has crested.
The multifarious questions of why am I here and from where did I come
make sense.
This millennium must substantiate our existence to more than
merely survival.
Our way of life was given for continuation.
This is a reality.
The acumen states that the era of one is looking us in the face.
Do we perceive this as a greater nation?
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PENNED ON JULY 19, 2014!
A LADIES BAG
Hi darling will you please
Grab my bag,
It’s on the chair with my new dress,
Still with its price tag,
Ted said that he would look,
Okay, I replied please don’t lose
The page in my book!
My lipstick fell loose inside my bag,
It’s really messy,
I know, don’t nag,
I knew Ted was only being kind,
He hated looking in my
Bag to find,
Whatever it was that I lost,
And often said,
Buy a smaller bag whatever the cost!
Out fall two scarves,
A pair of shoes,
And a magazine.
That was just the start,
A lot more I knew
Was going to be seen!
A packet of popcorn
And a box of hooks,
And I always carried a
Spare pair of brooks!
My open purse came next
And my cell phone was on,
Sending the same text,
Over and over again to my friend,
How stupid could I possibly be,
I felt irresponsible and could
Not defend,
This careless expensive call,
Which I couldn’t substantiate at all!
My open purse had spread
Money here and there,
Oh dear, and my day cream jar had
Opened and had spread everywhere!
Ted looked at me with
A hopeless look,
You sort this out he said,
I’ll go and cook.
My lipstick had fallen into the jar,
Imagine if all this had happened
In the car!
Teddy have you seen my keys,
I saw his eyes roll
Oh my soul!
Are they not in your bag?
The one that has begun to sag!
Something had to be done soon,
He did not have to be
At work until noon,
So Ted went out to find a bag,
For Sue, but here’s the snag,
What color would she like?
This one was small and bright – definitely
She would dislike this and,
The black over there,
The clasp was awkward,
And it would tear,
The blue was too big
Just like her last,
The shop attendant
Was about to blast,
Ted, so he quickly called Sue
To come and choose a bag
Of her choice,
He hoped not too big,
She had such poise,
And it didn’t suit her to
Sling a huge bag,
Over her shoulder and
Around her back
Like a postman’s sack!
Sue chose a bag and they left,
Such a silly disagreement
They had never meant,
For it to last so long,
And on their way home sung
Their favorite song,
Had their supper and went to bed,
Sue sleepily said “I love you Ted”.
I am so enthralled by a verse
an impressive and virile style conquered
quenching one’s thirst seems hardly emerge
however; all songs, stories and ideas being shared
are gems and have secrets unparalleled when compared
some of the lines titillate the many of my senses
some are like music being played in syncopated rhythm
words paints the images either in abstruse or in complex pieces
undulating emotions rock most of my system
torch of learning is a winch to my fervid will power’s stem
dazzled by highly metaphorical words as if vitreous rocks radiate
like tales of unprecedented events trying to amuse me under the rain
viewing it with fire of ceaseless aims through words that substantiate
analyzing processes be done like sifting and winnowing of grains
a triumph of a glorious scene, a clear topography reigns
Written: March 13, 2013
By Leonora Galinta
(for occlusion contest)
Second Place
Contest: Occlusion
Judged: 3/18/2013
Sponsor: Poet Joe Maverick
The night air is cool and collective,
Running through my hair and face.
Even when I’m with people, I feel alone
In this cold blooded space.
It’s like walking through a garden
Of all your favorite foods,
But none of which can substantiate
For that one so special mood…
That mood,
that beautiful frame of mind.
I only go there with you,
And only you can make it unwind.
I discovered a passion unlike any other
And in my finding I opened a world,
A world I did not know existed.
I’m on cloud nine every time I think of you,
Just the thought of you brings joy to my heart.
This garden holds many beautiful things
Many delightful pleasures,
Many cold nights,
Warm nights,
Difficult frights,
Ecstatic times and unsystematic times!
But they mean nothing to me,
While I’m alone…
Walk with me through this garden.
Senryu 4
Is graffiti
A plague in our cities
Or beautiful art?
Life in big cities
Is lived on street levels
Not in skyscrapers
Was Jesus Jewish?
Has he got a birth certificate
To substantiate it?
Most drinking holes
Are on the ground floor
Isn't that a blessing
to create
values to substantiate
We two are designed to these ebbs and troughs,
Gyro dynamic tempos to clench the soul,
And gnawingly let go,
Let flow
Far far away into sunsets,
And let grow further away into context,
Vegetate a garden of Compiegne lustful deceit,
And profanely reap the dreams that seem too far to reach,
Expedite in space time continuums of monads and adversities,
Validate the limits of Heisenberg’s uncertainty,
Certainly only to find you with me,
In hypothetical pasts that existed in these realities,
In dreams and pageantry indeed and fallacy,
Magically i.e. quantum mechanically,
Up up and beyond the pragmatic obtuse notation,
Lets escape on a star by motions of Schrödinger equations,
To serotonin states of patience,
With excepted placement and by our astral tribes,
Who could pedagogically prove the metaphor of how two worlds collide,
Rotary rotary Concaved, convex photonic light distributer!
Does this automaton hold my heart within her future?
The fate absoluter the limited suitor,
I'd experience this attraction if I was robotic.
Cardio hydraulics id drowned for you in a heartbeat,
If you depart this 3-dimensional carcass and were not mine
Move slower than the speed of darkness and remain lost in the past a thousand times!
I'd substantiate the replicas of emotional bliss,
Though we know that Love isn’t real, I know that this is,
And if the dead souled quantized ruled from above,
I'd forever encode my hard drive with the algorithms of us.
Many Poem Possibilities
In my mind are always poem possibilities;
To write each one God gave me the ability;
Will often use;
Never abuse,
And in them you will surely find sensibility.
Terrible unbearable parable
Opposition, condition, ammunition
Contemplation, compensation, creation
Involved, dissolved, revolved
Prepared, shared, compared and dared
Disguise, realize, stabilize
Exonerate, Humiliate, contemplate
Inundated, infuriated, stated
Hesitant, resistant, persistent, consistent
Vindicated, extrapolated, eradicated, vacated
Serenity, proximity, anonymity
Realizing, tantalizing, sermonizing, aggrandizing
Orevaricate, eradicate, emancipate
Cration of a variation from any situation
Regulate, strangulate, gestated
Promulgate, placate, indicate
Substantiate, instigate, expedite, premeditate
Mort to consider.
Jim Horn
Do not be fooled into thinking there is more hate than love in the world
when you see other people’s prejudices, derision and scorn…
Remember, 'I love you' are the first words spoken when a baby has been born.
If you listen to people who just happen by…from every country…every state…
you will hear more words of love between them than you hear words of hate.
We sign our greeting cards ‘with love’…our notes and letters too…
It is love’s inspiration that allows us to say, “I do”.
We fall into love…when we least expect it…and though this thought I can’t substantiate…Is there a person anywhere…who’s ever fallen into hate?
Think about it…How many times a day do you say 'I love you'
and why do you surmise...
are 'I love you' are the last words ever uttered before a person dies?
The last words we remember…the last words on the mind
of the person who is dying…as well as those they leave behind
Yes, do not be fooled into thinking in today’s world hate is stronger…
Hate is only louder but it is weaker….
and in the long run love is stronger
To define the word cathartic
It means providing psychological relief
Through expressions of strong emotions
To substantiate one's beliefs
An example is a conversation
With someone 'bout their hopes and dreams
Hopes they have for themselves and family
Helping them stay on stream
Allowing someone to vocalize
Their anxieties, their worries, their fears
Can help them out at a time of great stress
Appreciated for the coming years
Therapeutic also defines cathartic
Rewarding both the giver and receiver
Providing each with a feeling of fulfilment
Making each in life a believer
To define the word cathartic
It means providing psychological relief
Through expressions of strong emotions
To substantiate one's beliefs
© Jack Ellison 2012
YOU WOULD ALWAYS SEEM MYSTERIOUS
THE MOST SUSPICIOUS IN ALL THE DEVIOUS DEEDS AROUND BUT NO FULL PROOF TO CAN SUBSTANTIATE STATEMENT AND CONFRONT
IF ONLY THE WALLS WOULD TELL,A TALE OF THE UNTOLD
THE SECRETS WOULD BE LET OUT IN THE OPEN TO EVERYONES SHOCK AND DISMAY
YOU WOULD DINE WITH THE REST WITHOUT ANY FORM OF GUILT PESTERING YOU
DAILY OCCURENCES TAKE PLACE LIKE NOTHING IS HAPPENING
COUNTING THE DAYS ONE AFTER THE OTHER
EYEING THE GRAND PRIZE,PLANNING FOR THE ULTIMATE WIN AND CLAIMING YOUR PLACE AMONGST THE RICH AND THE FAMOUS
DREAMING EVERY SINGLE DAY OF THE GLITZ AND THE GLAM THAT WILL SURROUND YOU
EVERYWHERE YOU GO,PAPARAZZI WILL BE FOLLOWING
TAKING A GLIMPSE INTO WHAT WOULD BE CALLED LIVING AN AMERICAN DREAM
Book-engagement to me is indeed a God-granted privilege…
Exposing me, through printed words, to realities I acknowledge
Imparting knowledge and wisdom since pre-school to post-college
Delighting my educational journey’s mileage!
Children’s books on alphabets, numbers, shapes --- my academic foundation
Atlases, encyclopedia, general references ushered me to diverse civilization
School literature immersed me into the complexities of socialization
College libraries opened me to verities and enigmas of course specialization.
As a teacher now, books prop me in my mentoring authority and integrity
In my research, bibliographies substantiate every information-bounty
Meanwhile, electronic books try to load up my intellectual capacity…
Book perusal, I testify, upholds my sanity.
When it comes to childhood favorites, I was addicted to detective stories
Such as Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys in solving mysteries;
Inspirational and divine love-anchored pocket books help vanquish worries
As well as social work and law documents needful in my professional victories.
Concluding bookworm confession is my constant Bible reading
Believing that the Scriptures are authored by God to Whom I’m fully yielding…
With 66 books, I’m nourished; my faith, their precepts are upholding and strengthening, while my soul and heart, joyously feeding
Such is the Law of the Lord*: precious, perfect along truths-unfolding
profitable, powerful in life-building!
*Psalm 19:7 The law of the LORD is perfect, converting the soul: the testimony of the LORD is sure, making wise the simple.
March 14, 2019
Emotions ablaze, life blurred into a hazy glass,
Utterly opaque , I barely can see my own face,
Constantly steaming heart, is no memoir of brass,
Evanescent, loom as much again, can't efface,
Keeping me languish, why not substantiate !
Written on 19/5/14
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