Best Surmises Poems
CHRISTMASTIDE
During the Holiday Season, the spirit is felt by all.
We sing our Christmas carols for the spirit to flow.
Yet, the New Year is upon us with many issues in toil.
We set aside these worries to inform the soul.
That Jesus Christ Lord is the Messiah born.
He came for our salvation and for our existence to live on.
Therefore, let us embrace the knowledge reflectively with yuletide carols and song
To shout hallelujah this is the day Baby Jesus was born.
The festivities and laughter heard by all brings family together during this season.
Friends come over to express their joy about the life of Jesus to the universe.
Philosophical tenets are done and New Year resolutions form
To situated life with God for greater rewards and to problem-solve via a greater source.
He came for our salvation and for our existence to henceforward.
He is the Messiah born.
So let’s ruminate in wisdom and knowledge given through voice
To shout hallelujah this is the day Jesus Christ Lord was born.
Christmastide is epiphany –
A moment that can bring forth new understanding.
Essential to nature fulfillment of oneself within an intuitive grasp of intuition
Surmises the intellect to a deeper contentment.
Hitherto, the New Year issues in toil.
All worries are set aside to adore the birth of the Messiah, Jesus Christ Lord.
In yuletide and song, as we shout hallelujah within the universe for the
Remuneration scribed that Jesus Christ Lord is the Messiah.
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Written 12/25/2015!
Colors
Here they are, in no particular order
follow no protocol of precedence
the colorful patterns of the mindscape
the planes of its sensitivity, the
triangles of its premises, the
circles of its surmises. Their reds too
coagulate in blood, they ruffle in
the form of blues, could be black or white on
purpose or green in a teen . Don’t confuse
them with the colors you perceive or the
lab- reconstructs-in- color of dinosaurs
or the latest of them, lycopod .
Mere caricatures, these are, which exist,
without dispute, within your eyes too.
14 April 14, Form: sonnet
** The reference here is to the recent digital life-like reconstruction of a long-extinct species of lycopods into its FULL-COLOR image based on a 400 million year old fossil- lycopod.
Keats’ Nightingale
The romantic poets were too early to postulate total atheism,
And so freshened up the church by aligning god with nature,
And I believe they had a preference for nature over god or theism,
Because they never posit him as social with high, tall stature.
Keats says that the nightingale exemplifies nature as active,
As bestowing upon all human beings meaning, sense and worth,
Since the bird’s song objectifies how nature truly is effective,
Fulfilled by happiness, and aimed at contentment and rebirth.
Nature triggers in us thoughts and words to settle and allure,
Offers us our language to dispel pain and find the cure,
And Keats contends that poetry, the credibility of its form,
Epitomises what nature proffers, a receptacle rather warm.
When you feel awkwardly suicidal with nowhere else to turn,
Nature lullabies you into your own sense, one you can rip and burn;
No controlled access freeways, no road signs for your safety,
Only soft, quiet communication that's never guilty of brevity.
Just as nature is beautiful, so Keats claims people as beautiful too,
As he uses the word beauty right in the middle of his nature exposé;
He referred to flora, the moon, the stars, the forest and what seems true,
Tnat song of the nightingale that's for anyone, as this bird is not choosey.
He suggests that light or positivity in nature means movement,
That the soft breeze dispels the gloom and mossy pavement;
Quantum physics does reduce matter back down to interactive particles,
In which kinetic energy can be mistaken for minuscule, motionless articles.
His mentor is the nightingale as part of nature’s whole,
No minister or clergyman to advise him on his soul,
Stillness and bird song scent his poisoned air surrounding,
And it is all but for the silence of that beauteous music, astounding.
Nature does not irritate him when he surmises and introspects,
But upholds itself in majestic grandeur with unquestionable prospects;
It speaks about life, your life, your daily happenings and exotic dreams,
And forever exists for us when sense is just not within our means.
Eloquent and festive in harvest crops,
Plethora of blossoming may,
O our adored land!
Immaculate in dreams of tomorrow,
Nostalgic of fragrances of yesterday.
A land, in vision, never second to none,
O, my beloved motherland, beloved of mine.
Amongst the moon, the sun and the planet and the stars
a running brook of so many enchanting words,
nowhere to be found.
Lightening in clouds, black and sweaty, as they are
wake up with chirping birds, lull to sleep with similar croon
Rivers murmuring with such a bliss,
And mountain top, with wanderer clouds lost in a kiss,
Where the emerald green of forest land surmises the gazing sky
Gust of wind along the spontaneous swaying field,
none knows where to be to witness again.
Branches burdened with blooms of floras,
Birds, hopping and chirping along the leaves lushing in green.
Humming bees, flocking in muse
They, tame the churn on flowers, honeys of a waving season
Gentleness together fused along,
bonded in a brother keeper motherland,
never a loser, never compromised
O my beloved,
I caress thy holy feet on my bare chest,
Us within a story
Chasm of my land of birth, I beseech my death in thy glory.
SHOES, BAGS AND TAGS
I’ve got a thing for handbags, all shapes and sizes
It’s a bother changing, but the occasion always arises
Whether pink, black, white, or brown,
Alongside others, I never wear a frown,
Bags for every season, which allows me different disguises!
Then of course there’s shoes, but here look at the sizes,
And at the heel, not cool to tumble, there’d be reprises,
Bags and shoes must now be matching,
Message sent, prefer to be quite fetching,
My choice is dice dependant, and how everyone surmises!
Daydreams
A daydream fanaticizes many things.
Romance sings, rises.
But, real life surmises.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 26, 2010
Poetic form: Englyn
NOTE: There are several forms for this type of Welch poem. This one is called Englyn penfyr
REFERENCES follow:
http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/zoebrigley/entry/the_measures_of_1/
http://edsitement.neh.gov/view_lesson_plan.asp?id=410
http://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/413765
The Bichon Frise
The Bichon in chiffon looks so frou
That the crowd duly wowed has to coo
‘Til the dog starts to droop
And its owner to scoop
Some acutely embarrassing doo
The Border Collie
It was not Albert Einstein who dared
To think E = mc2
But rather a Border
Who brought cosmic order
One morning while out with his laird
The Bulldog
My Bulldog won’t frolic or fetch
His face may cause others to kvetch
But he’s gentle and sweet
With the kids on the street
And the ladies all think I’m a ketch
The Cairn Terrier
Cairns have been bred to hunt vermin
Be it Spanish, Australian, or German
Its body is wee
Though as tough as a tree
And as ruthless as General Sherman
The Chihuahua and Great Dane
Chihuahuas and Danes one surmises
Are extremes when it comes to their sizes
The one is so small
It is nothing at all
While the other is big and wins prizes
The Chinese Crested
I passed one of these down on Lincoln
For a moment I thought I’d been drinkin’
He looked so bizarre
That I stopped in a bar
To keep my poor eyeballs from shrinkin’
The Collie
To many a Collie means Lassie
The wonderdog faithful and classy
But on re-run TV
(Or is it just me?)
Do her eyes look a little bit glassy?
The Corgi
The Corgi is not one to hurry
Much preferring a stroll to a flurry
If you happen by chance
To invite one to dance
He’ll say, “Hey, I am not Arthur Murray!”
The Dachshund
The Dachshund’s a marvel on skis
Little legs that stop short of its knees
It can schuss like a pro
Making furrows in snow
(Though its privates are given to freeze)
The Dalmatian
Dalmatians are doomed to be stuck
In the seat of a fireman’s truck
When they’d much rather cruise
In a Jag that’s chartreuse
On a track that’s for testing your luck
Eclectic and faint a lonely sunrise
As a backdrop horizon surmises a smile,
Arrayed in kaleidoscoped clouds softly hued.
A glorious triad fulfilled quest, flares
Its entourage of dichotomy suspended
To earth’s finite...blinded in love and mission.
Dance of the autumn leaves, bow to
Rhapsody fusioned in summer breezes.
The cosmos two-step in planetary
Greatness…
Waltz to His sovereign flow of life
Impaled to redeeming satisfaction.
Aggrandize your destiny Earth.
Rhythmize a heart beat. Dance.
Sona Wilae 2017
*Image of God Smiles by Pixabay.
The Table is Yours
I glide between spoons filled with surprises,
determined to make the best of my fill,
in this manner, I think claiming prizes.
So slight I take, before greed rob sizes,
breeds avarice, made by my tales, instill
I glide between spoons filled with surprises,
I treat my table for none, chastises,
scorn bugs cheer, I use, superior skill,
in this manner, I think claiming prizes.
My views are all mine, other surmises,
Live whole, die happy, and I am uphill,
I glide between spoons filled with surprises,
I chose my independence; it rises,
some ills my mood, nothing changes, free will,
in this manner, I think claiming prizes.
My metaphors used spell true life guises,
My mountain I fit into a molehill,
I glide between spoons filled with surprises,
in this manner, I think claiming prizes.
2022 August 03
theorizes, surmises, realizes, outlandish notions
manifesting jibberish inside frangible egghead,
especially when attempting tip ply words struggling
to describe abstract whims fed
by fancy, groovy, heady indefinable
mind boggling ideas they weigh like a led
zeppelin inside gray matter squeezed
to the max like a sponge dark red
when saturated with near incomprehensible
thought processes that attempt to shed
light on cosmic principles, yet lack
mathematical familiarization wed
did with advanced studies in astrophysics (trace
sing pinball erratic mental reverberations
leaves me stupified about mysteries of space
time continuum, quantum mechanics,
and even how my existence came about
since the presence of human race
whereat random
evolutionary circumstances took place
on planet (un) fit Earth analogous
to skien woven of sateen lace
via some invisible hand weaving
world wide webbed warp and sub woof
fur wrought primordial miracles
ranked (within schema by human primates)
as zen amazingly grace
full promenade,
per multivarious species, now one Janus face
sing self destruction duet hoo
weapons of mass destruction can erase
entire range comprising terresrial biota
unable to escape original weeknd update
with Jane Curtain, and Chevy Chase,
and according to Stephen Hawking the base
sic global web spun via *****Sapiens
will lose role as topdog
ousted from twittering, spotifying reddit queue
over stayed plenti potentiary pinnacle,
oracle outlook netzero for mankind as ace
forced to relinguish role,
sans self anointed supreme beast
(what a beauty this bipedal hominid),
whose surging population didst increased
the process toward total vaporous xfinity zapped –
frankly tubby sub letted and leased
to another organism
not needing tubby policed.
The Alcoholic in Your Life
Might be the dirty man in the gutter,
Or your mate, so loaded he can only stutter.
She might be the loudmouth at the bar,
Or the woman who almost died,wrecking her car.
Sadly, could be your father or mother.
Cousin, aunt, sister or beloved brother.
Ages of addicts are no longer fifty.
Some eleven year olds, sneak drink at home, they think it's nifty.
Alcoholism begins in denial, first by the drinker,
Then, the fellow deniers: friends and family, too.
Unable to see where this might have a fatal end.
Our society so worked up over fentanyl and shrooms,
We scoff at them throwing the drug, alcohol, up in our bathrooms.
We've yet to understand all alcohol is a dangerous drug,
I know, not you~you really are not addicted.
Many die of this disease each day, deadly conflicted.
Call yourself blessed, if this disease you do not have.
Please do not laugh at these unfortunate blokes.
See that they get the help they need~
Stop kvetching over second hand smoke.
Alcoholics come in all shapes and sizes.
Attorneys, doctors, Hollywood, too.
Love needed urgently, not arrogant and unforgiving surmises!
Panagiota Romios
4/3/2019
Its Strength Lies In Its Thorns
(Valentine's Poem, 2019)
If Love is a rose,
It is a flower fair and fragile.
Of strerner stuff, one might suppose,
Would be a thing so bright and agile.
'Tis swift to bloom,
And dies in cold-
Fades in gloom,
And grows not old,
Abiding but the briefest while.
Yet Love endures, through frost and drought,
Withstands the strongest winds of change,
Gives the lie to every doubt.
What strength sublime, what power strange,
Lies hid within its tender frame?
"Tis nothing of the flower born.
Perhaps the source of its enduring flame
Is not the petals ,but the thorns:
Those defenses quietly arranged.
Yes, it is within the thorns
The rose of love's true power lies.
The barb that cuts, the edge that warns,
Defends the flower from deluded eyes
That see but what they wish to see,
Blinded by the easy days
That draw us to complacency,
Hold us prisoner to our ways,
The while our time together flies.
These thorns define our darker days,
The days of struggle and shared sorrows,
The times when just the true heart stays,
Hoping, dreaming, into tomorrow.
The pains are sharp, remembrance sweet,
We stand and face travail together:
We strengthen with Adversity's defeat,
Enduring into better weather;
The bond grows tight, though it may fray.
Thus, the thorns defend their gentle rose,]
Sustaining it with pain.
The bittersweet all lovers know
Shadows the sun within the rain.
Through silent earth the stem arises,
Pushing past the ancient loam,
The knowing lover well surmises
That down what path his love may roam,
Without some thorn, no greatness grows.
Slim Fast
For the diet can not last
The weight that which we weigh
Is produced by the calories our mouth intakes
And if it is more cakes and bakes
Than salad and fiber breakfast flakes
The noise the scale's are bound to make
Are of a badly misfiring car
Rather than that of a well tuned athletic star
So the next time you choose to indulge in a chocolate bar
Instead of a carrot or a healthy yogurt bar
You chose to take a drive in your car
Because you were to lazy to walk
Listen to the way your thighs talk
And your bum sweats and boobs chafe
And the way your favorite old clothes no longer fit
And if you wear them the seams will split
If only gym and eating right
Was as simple as lighting a candle
None of us would have love handles
And fat and thin would mean the same thing
So everyone would be into the same thing
Maybe then when size no longer matter's
We could all choose partners based on who they are
Rather than do they fit into our preconceptions
Of size and what defines beauty
Imagine choice unbiased by insecurity
Choose life
Choose rather who is right for you
Not initially based on the beauty of there face
Or body size
The prettiest women I have ever dated
Scored at most 4 out of 11
But the so called not conventional or large girls
Took me to places no pretty girl ever could
And when the panting and boring sex had stopped
All I was left with was an empty vessel
Who couldn't hold a conversation
Unless it revolved around them
And paying them compliments
I would be forgiven for thinking they were shallow
But if it wasn't for the fact I choose them
Above all the other more suitable women
I cast aside
Because I put my own stupid personal pride
Above choosing someone worthy to Love
Just because the size does not fit
Doesn't mean you can not grow into it
Both people and clothes come in many guises
And no 1 surmises or gives out prizes
More than us and what is the fuzz all about
We all live in glass houses
We all pass comment and lament
Over choices other make
Its what makes the righteous shallow
And blow's Cupid's arrow
Many a time choose a different course
And so many couples in perpetual lovers remorse
Because it takes far more metal
To choose a mate
Than to please the inadequacies of our so called best mates
Watch me fly
Flutter by
Wings wide open
Days go by
You lie there dreaming
Sun rises
No surprises
Life goes as one surmises
Here we go again
Second chances
Left footed prances
Everyone dances
Music of the soul
Sweet elation
Life’s celebration
Nature’s creation
Another flower grows
Raindrop falling
Natures calling
Oceans sprawling
And the tide rushes in
World keeps turning
Trees are burning
Hearts are yearning
The warmth is all around
Blackbird sings
Wearing scarlet wings
The joy it brings
To enchanted souls
So are you a rabbit then?
I stare at the weird little guy.
What is he?
Salesman? Coffin seller or news reporter?
Who wants to know? I ask.
Putting my pocket watch back into my giant pocket.
You might be the Easter Bunny, he surmises.
This is November, is the fellow daft?
I love strange; I live in the bowels of strange.
But this inquisitive fool is beyond belief.
I hop away, and do not look back.