Best Summarize Poems
Suitcase in hand, a face polarized against
the frosted window pane, searching verily
for continuity of a life that knew no restraint.
Someone’s Grandfather a considerate Uncle,
life’s situation upon the wane, a link within
the prejudicial chain of forfeited souls.
One’s transitions ablaze in the haze, an index
to summarize each hiatus gaze, grappling to come
to terms with this enforced deed of human kindness.
Guided by caring hands, assembled around the room
each demising chair, filled tidily with expressions
of doom and gloom, here where silence specifies
many words, and lifelong sentiment never heard. Yet
I see an old man in remembrance of his youth —
worth listening to if allowed to speak!*
*Thank you Richard Lamoureux. for the inspiration and line.
© Harry J Horsman 2019
Our son constantly test his mom and me
Why the truth in life is so key
Can't he see all the trust he loses
In our ability to foresee
what his future could turn out to be
When he has no problem looking us in the eyes
To tell his despicable lies
When it just makes us want to cry
Looking for answers about why
When it gets away from perception of what others see
The man that his mom and I have raised him up to be
A man with integrity who is able to keep his promise
To never lie to always reach for the sky
We taught him that anything in life worth having
Requires him to be straight with others
So he doesn't always have to run for cover
In spite of your lies that jeopardize
So many things you do not realize
Because when you learn to disguise the truth
That compromise your future
On which you have to rely
To be able to get by
We are here to advise not criticize
Life is not about the lies
To that, your mom and I can testify
We would like to summarize
You will never see life's highest high's
It will only advertise
You're a man who is about the lies
Where few can sympathize
It will only capsize all your hopes and dreams
That fills your life with the sunlight
That holds you upright in Gods light
Putting your life in flight
Allowing you to become a man with integrity
That everyone can see
Who we brought you up to be
So please don't ever lie to anybody
If you want your life to be happy and free
Because people will show you respect
From what reflects from your eyes,
Not your dirty little lies
Authentic acknowledges each dedicated example.
Boisterous is a good trait to have.
Courage highlights all the struggles encountered.
Devotion is a needed reminder.
Emptiness should be filled with compassionate moments.
Fabulous signifies most standards.
Greatness emphasizes our mothers and fathers.
Helpful is a useful example.
Inspirations are reasons to feel included and praised.
Joyful means happiness and laughter.
Kindness comes from our sons and daughters. Perfection is a natural conclusion.
Music is the key to relaxation and movement. Energy is constantly flowing.
Nasty is ugly no matter how it's displayed. Play nice when others refuse to.
Optimistically make decisions, hopefully good over bad.
Politely represent life in a formal description. Summarize all seconds and minutes, which leads to hours, followed by weeks, months and years. Treat them as rewarded achievements.
Quietly pray when times are troubled. God and his Angels will respond to those issues. They're never too busy to answer.
Remove all pain and fill it with sunshine. Best friends will faithfully assist you.
Spectacular will frame that gratification. Cherish and honor forever.
Treat life in general as an ultimate blessing.
Understand that many things aren't pleasant.
Very carefully manifest a plan for changes.
Wondering won't get the job finished.
Xerox your mind with your personal thoughts. Never release words of printed displeasures.
Yearn for desires and appreciate success.
IN SINCERE RECOGNITION----
Zestfully praise your mother for the day you were born. Nurturing beautifully describes her. A flamboyant queen, in a well-deserved kingdom, sitting on her golden throne. Remember her and the person you are. A doubled reflection of the finest creations.
Society
an illusion, the shimmering mirage in a blistering desert of homogeny
with silicon grains seen only as dunes
mass minded sheep willfully penned in suspiciously safe paddocks
fearful of everything and nothing
tumultuous ocean with waves of conformism and exclusion
where rivers of contrast flow diluted to extinction
one and few dreaming in clouds and walking on air
tethered to a wonderfully disparate and inclusive reality
September 24, 2016
Poetry Contest: What is Society?
Sponsor: Ir0nic ZiNk
Rules:
- Let's see if you can describe society better than the next.
- You may terrify me.
- you may glorify me.
- You may even simply summarize society to the best of your ability.
- 10 lines max...
- bring it on! No holds bar
- Any form allowed
Come lay your breasts…upon my chest…..
………and we’ll reminisce………
About the bliss…of our first kiss……
………as now love is amiss…..
You must confess…when we first kissed….
…..our sweet love was bliss…
As time worn on…your love seemed gone…
……….we had sworn upon……
The lonesome truth….romance aloof…
…..cause our love needs proof…
Lay again breasts…upon my chest…..
…..we’ll make love our quest…..
Make love anew…..in our pursue………
…..it's our love is blue…..
……..so let us renew….
When love seems lost…no need to toss…..
……summarize your loss…..
….. for love’s depth is boss….
Center being…lies love’s seeing…
….the supreme being…..
…..not human being…..
Come lay your breasts…on deep love’s chest…..
……and we’ll know the best…..
…… by deeper love’s quest….
Love’s twain marriage… not human courage….
…..of human courage…..
…..is not a marriage….
Lovers of mind…most intertwined…
…..though depth of a heart….
….is true love’s start...
......Sweetheart!
It’s easiest to hide behind
The written word
Typed data
Ashes strewn across the pages
Through the rhythm of the keyboard
The scratch of pencil on the sheet
Thoughts come out from deep within
Don’t leave quite yet, just listen
I’d sooner state it face-to-face
But the sight of you eliminates
All the courage saved within
Standard teenage fears, you know.
I realize it may sound odd
And sudden
But hey…
What fun is linearity anyway?
To summarize, to condense
I think back to whence
These thoughts emerged
And the question I pose…
Is the same one I asked all those months ago.
To summarize your life
In 4000 characters (including spaces)
Seems hard at first
‘There are too few spaces’
‘There isn’t enough room’
‘How can I show all facets of my extraordinary life’
Then you realize
Your life is not as exciting
As you often portray
18 years of existence
Is crammed into just over one page
Then unknown people judge you
But Some people should feel happy
That they have more than enough space.
I certainly don’t.
Then they chose to accept you
not on your personality
But on your words
But frankly
It's probably for the best
For people like me
Aye did not heed the maxim be careful
what you wish for,
cuz now adversity not abate
perhaps helpful for thee reader
if this bard ****
did apprise present woe
by turning time machine backdate
asper how the fickle finger
of thine existence didst create,
a more agonizing situation discerning
scythe leant presaging grim reaper date
now welcomed with
opened arms to extricate
fools paradise by twist,
and shout of cruel fate
e'en locked up in a damp, dank,
and dark dungeon more grate
full, than full blown wraith zing hate
now lemme summarize
woe of this ingrate
where reprieve of death,
would be to good for me to jubilate
perhaps immolation, thence
at the stake burnt offerings
presented to the
"FAKE" trumpeting khanate
hence complete annihilation
the only way to liberate
a guilty conscious weighted down
by Sisyphean sized mill stones
now whit tis time mate
to acknowledge, and try to numerate
whereat one issue found me
reneging and being obdurate
on reimbursing me youngest daughter,
who could not pontificate
why she needed to fork
over monies in relation
to overpayment re
guarding social security,
essentially incumbent on me
on me eek quate
ting to a sizable tidy sum,
finding yours truly i rate
yet refund check she sent
over a year ago, and spate
of anger (born by eldest lass)
unforgivable egregious stonewalling
do to procrastination trait
this papa (rightfully my responsibility)
objects to bearing
brunt of arithmetical error
plus my own meager
very limited fiduciary reserves
induces anxiety to undulate
thus becoming fancy free
and foot loose bachelor
appears as emotionally
cannibalistic (ready
to jump off a bridge)
to shuck off this unbearable weight.
An Old Fools Worry
I’ve been a silly jester
Nearly my entire life.
Even as a goofy school kid
Way before I had a wife.
I’ve always found real pleasure
In making people laugh.
But the problem is so often
It’s from the making of a gaffe.
I find as I’ve grown older
At times a bit more feeling.
Words can more that sting
They may leave a person reeling.
I admit, at times I’m careless
Something strikes me funny
I take off with it a runnin’
Like the 'Energizer' bunny.
But sometimes as I’m leaving
I’ve just been the silly clown
I sense upon my victims face
A held back, “hidden” frown.
I’ve even sensed much worse
It’s become a growing fear
That when I’m gone, the pain
Has even caused a tear.
The problem as I see it is
The ones we love the most
Because we know them best
Are oft our unwitting host.
I’ve always felt that they should know
I wouldn’t ever mean to harm
But that don’t stop the hurt
From the twisting of their arm.
An old friend used to say:
You can’t know the public’s mood.
Nor where this person’s been
Or what just happened to their brood.
What news they’ve just been handed
The experience they’ve just felt.
They might have rather now
You’d have struck them with a belt.
I so seldom pause to sense
Who may have kicked their cat.
Or where impassioned minds
Fervent thoughts are focused at.
So with that I’ll summarize
Let you know what I’m drivin’ at.
The very next time I start my spiel
Signal “It’s not your turn at bat.”
Cause life, I’m finding, is short
So if my way of silly teasin’
For whatever be your reason
Is at all a bit displeasin’.
Just tell me so. Make it clear
A moment of forced laughter
Isn’t worth losing a good friend
Certainly not, for ever after.
Written by oldbuck Aug. 19, 2015
As he pondered all the folks he has
probably wounded over the years
with his foolish tongue.
I am a civilized animal, just like you
My brain works a bit better than a computer
In terms of obeying human moral
My heart circulates blood transporting oxygen and nutrients
To every little cell that comprised of molecules and organelles
Made by materials
My life works strictly this way nothing special
Only the love to my kind seemed to be unusual
The last words if I have to summarize are that
I love you
Endlessly
(Unfinished)
RIVER REVEAL MY LOVE
Silver tinted,crystal clear is your glow
Placid,serene though,yet your streams flow
O River!Passion for my lady is not slow.
Her image is here to mesmerize
Who will to her my state summarize
O River!Please to her,my love tale capitalize.
For her reflection in you seems bleak
Gaze of her makes me meek
O River!Please with me, don't freak.
A daughter of a blessed father
I dream to be her soul partner
O River! Reveal! be my secret sharer.
Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe's.....To the River.
E.A.POE (1809-1849) a renowned writer,editor,and literary critic
had suffered from bipolar depression.Extreme mood swings made him
think out of the box.Brooding made him observative.He showed a
spur for creativity.
Contest:Put your best POE forward.
Sponsor:Tommy Boy
1.12.2015
As the
First day of
A year that started
Begin with a new mindset
Leaving behind the burdens with the past year
As a new year begins, make a commitment with yourself to be a better person, so when the year ends and you summarize what you did, one of the first achievements in the list is that you contributed to make this world a better place for all the humanity.
Nayda Ivette
1-1-2016
A mind inquisitive will find
while looking out upon the world
that myriads of whys unwind
from raveled webs in queries whirled
by skies above and realms below.
There’s always more than we can know.
If contemplating mysteries
of life’s existence here in space
along with astro-histories
within our cosmical embrace,
the awe one feels will surely show.
There’s always more than we can know.
In famous drama by the Bard,
where Ghost is spotted ‘wondrous strange‘
by castle sentries standing guard,
mid ‘sworn to secrecy’ exchange,
says Hamlet to Horatio,
‘There’s more than you can dream to know
‘on earth in heaven, countless things
in your philosophy not taught.’
(And so begin misfortune’s slings.)
To summarize his gist of thought
in passage ever apropos:
There’s always more than we can know.
Some think that memorizing facts,
despite their changing through the years
as seen in how mankind reacts
when ruled by prejudice and fears,
amounts to understanding, though
there’s always more than we can know.
The gladiola in delight
will bloom as forces lure her on.
Bright stars o’er-sprinkle dark of night
but fade from sight with breaking dawn.
Thus Nature’s cycles come and go.
Yet there’s much more that we can know.
Vast marvels may await our gaze
beyond imagination’s ken
by polishing away the haze
to clear enlightened vision, then
shall fountains of deep wisdom flow…
There’s always more than we can know!
~ Harley White
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“The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existence. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery each day.”
~ Albert Einstein ~ ”Old Man’s Advice to Youth: ‘Never Lose a Holy Curiosity’” LIFE Magazine (2 May 1955) p. 64…
The poem is written in verse, having stanzas with refrain…
Inspiration was derived from various passages from The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, by William Shakespeare, in particular the following…
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
~ William Shakespeare, Hamlet Act 1, scene 5, 159–167
Patience of accusations begin to thin
As they toss complaints at me from now til then
If i could summarize my existence that easily i would
But another question is that if i even should
Raised in a household of hulks
Like angry dragons they bulk
Time after time my mind begins to twist
Turning and winding,
Trying to keep my soul from dying
Trapped in purgatory
I question if im still in hell
Was the 3 days just a metaphor for my time?
Or did it just ring with the bell!
I dont know how i came to be...
Seems i was adopted by spirits,
Ones that preserved me for eternities
Oh God! im not ashamed of your help!
Just let me see clearly!
What am i even looking for?
Something or someone i fear
Thats out of my current reach
Waiting, fighting and dying
So something good can be
Maybe il it can?
But i fear i must first put an end to all my enemies
Such is the prophecy of world war 3
No more in the end...will i here blasphemy
Anger departs for now, until it spews upon there ignorant seas.
More than meets the eye
Trapped in my mortal shel
Until the end of mortal time
Blessed are those that study English for they shall bite their tongues in order to pronounce
words.
Blessed are the Mathematicians for they shall calculate how stars came into existence.
Blessed are the I.R.K.(Islamic Religious Knowledge) students for they shall know the amount
of nots and lines in the Qu’ran.
Blessed are the C.R.K.(Christian Religious Knowledge) students for they shall memorize and
summarize the Bible.
Blessed are the Agriculturists for they shall plough and make ringes on the moon.
Blessed are the Historians for they shall have the opportunity to tell lies on what they do not
see.
Blessed are the Biologists for they shall find the amount of the heart beat of a living thing
from birth on earth.
Blessed are the Fine Artists for they shall draw the Kann Scape of heaven.
Blessed are the Economists for they shall save every kobo over a century.
Blessed are the Commerce students for they shall one day buy and sell in the Ozone Layer.
Blessed are the Home Management and Clothing and Textile students for they serve clothes
to the sun, moon and stars.
Blessed are the Food and Nutritionists for they serve food to the planets in the sky.
Blessed are the Chemistry students for they shall one day resolve human beings.
Blessed are those studying Literature for they shall one day write on how God was made.
Blessed are the Geographers for they shall burn in the atmosphere in an attempt to travel to
the sun.
Blessed are the Technicians for they shall construct houses, roads and bridges on the sun.
Blessed are the Physicists for they shall one day make the earth bounce and dance.