Best Theorize Poems
I hate to see immigrants used as pawns,
driven in buses, dropped on people’s lawns.
It seems so easy to pontificate,
but sh*t gets real with people at your gate.
I feel for Texas and the border states;
I feel for those who get in line and wait.
I feel for refugees driven by force.
For sanctuary towns, I’ve less remorse.
Easy to sip tea on the ivy’d green
and theorize on problems, sight unseen.
So Abbot and DeSantis brought it home;
it’s time the east coast learns this on their own.
The policy must go from open, wide,
to limiting the numbers let inside.
True, immigrants have made our nation great,
but now, both sides use them to fuel more hate.
‘Water’ seems a fitting title
of this rhyme on something vital
for the beings we take care of
and the others we’re aware of.
Life on Earth depends on water,
whether human or sea otter,
fish or fowl, whatever creatures
having some subsistence features.
Water may have been existent
in archaic ages distant
long before we tend to think—
even water that we drink.
Yet when in our galactic history
it was formed has been a mystery…
The researchers have debated
as to if it could be stated
that this liquid can be dated
back to when it’s been related
there was a disk of gas and dust
and molecules that were a must
for water that originated
when our ‘system’ was created
(namely, ‘solar’, where we’re fated)…
Or might it be more antiquated?!
Could we trace to outer space
the genesis that took place
of the water in our glass?
If indeed this came to pass,
it would open up new queries,
not to mention E.T. theories…
But that’s within the jurisdiction
of those who compose science fiction.
Many scientists have avowed
that from the Sun’s parental cloud
of interstellar dust and gas,
from which our star derived its mass,
water, well, to be precise,
water in the form of ice
was inherited there and then,
in that olden where and when…
Some astronomers theorize
that what we may not realize
is up to half the H2O
within the oceans that we know
right here on Planet Earth could be,
yes, older than the Sun we see
illuminating from on high,
in daylight’s path across the sky,
our frets and frolics down below,
where heedlessly we come and go…
Water and life go hand in hand,
from briny deep to wooded land.
In the mariner’s rhyming tale,
all the winds at sea did fail,
and the sailors lives were lost—
the idle ship was merely tossed
as if on a painted ocean,
painted ship, devoid of motion.
There was water ‘every where’,
Coleridge says, except that there
was none to quench their parching thirst;
so the voyage seemed doubly cursed.
Water is such precious stuff!
Do we value it enough?
Oh, may there never come a time
(as in that famous rhyming rime)
when as to water here on Earth—
where mortals meet their death and birth—
we too will ever need to think
that there is not a drop to drink!
~ Harley White
“POETIC JUSTICE” (VIRTUE OVER VICE)
Virtue over vice—who will pay the price
Ironic twists of fate are flawed if virtue does not equal reward
Logic needs to triumph—to beat and defeat
The tragedy of treachery that strives to cheat and repeat
Try to see outside myself and understand the eyes
To analyze, theorize, recognize and polarize
Excuse all the highs that terrorize
Unacknowledged trauma’s are like wounds that never heal
Never feel—on a constant wheel—a terrible price to pay for sin
Until at last the outside matches the justice
History written on the body—a canvas of poetry
In the end, reality, the price to pay would be too great
Too much at stake
Comfort zones obliterated, confusion reiterated
What then… the end?
Life seems slow to reach conclusion
To wait, turn back, to stop or go
To fly or dive when there is no restraint or self control
Deceit makes it hard to separate the self
Seeking truth above the easy way out
To shout, express doubt, to dropout--- burnout
Justice is tested through another’s eyes
Disguising their own lies as they spy and deny
The poetry of playing the same game
Camouflaged by another name—to shame blame and disclaim
Does virtue win the day?
Or vice have its say and inevitably stay
Does it triumph and receive reward?
Or is logic a masquerading fraud
The poetry in justice must ultimately distrust and adjust this
Lift the darkness
Make it painless, nameless and stainless
The punishment… its sword
Irridescent blue butterfly
Amber stones polished like jewels
Beautiful trinkets, baubles
Preserved history clear to see
Unearth the mystery past lives
Speculate, theorize, think
Hypothesis science
Has some errors, oh no!
Bomb shell of science, brainiac
Giant insects ready to prey
Eddy release the brain waves
Thoughts seize and become ideas
Theory to be tried, tested
Calculated, repeated
Advanced to proven facts
Write poetic facts, forms
Dead head cockroach canable
Madagascar hissing roach
Freaks of nature sure to fright
Explore your science museum
Facts finding days surely pleasing
Intrigue, educate, stimulate
Young minds need science facts
Fun observatory!
Be a simple task to forget. Actions deliver lustier than words.
Eagerness and dedication offer blessings and rewards.
Sacred Heart is a symbol of goodness that propels us to confer back.
Only those who dare to rise will find out how afar they can whack.
Gorgeous welfare relies on the strength to remit and forget.
Our worst fears revel in wolves, keeping our most severe threat.
Our action is led based on value versus our abet.
Divergent roads can lead to a single lane if you can't bet.
Time spent finding a voice is never lost; you will have a tone.
Horizon shifting bears fresh Joy to the younger setting sun.
Encounters of recent things, pick to view a ray of fresh sunshine.
You embrace feelings in myriad ways stages of the lifespan.
Correct what you did wrong to enhance your performance.
An innate sense of reality works wonders, even if it's for once.
Nuance is a blessing; it bends to figure out your place.
Theorize how powerful is the paradox of division and coherence.
Inducement could grasp the start of a hinged flurry.
Grin and strive for yourself and create your mystery.
Natural law is harmed by humanity; Divine intent is always holy.
Overlooked or ignored cannot throb the ego; you are the sanity.
Remorse let you pace to repair it; you're still alive or be angry.
Embrace one's intuition is less harmful than being placed scary.
Your life is well crafted; the Lord is behind lines guiding you.
Over life, you will lose many things; all pledged to Lord accrue.
Until you do wondrous deeds to be heard, no one can ignore you.
I lay awake once again
Unable to clear my head.
I wish this storm of thoughts would cease,
And allow me to go to bed.
I dream about the future.
I reminisce about the past.
I think about things I could have done.
A funny thought crosses my mind and makes me laugh.
I try to comprehend the vastness of space,
And speculate about aliens.
I theorize about time travel
And what was there before time began.
I try to count some sheep
But they mull around so fast.
I lose track and have to start over.
How much time has past?
I think I figured out why we have wisdom teeth,
Where Atlantis may be, any why we end prayers with Amen.
I paint a picture in my mind.
Then erase it, and paint it once again.
I do everything but sleep.
Then I wonder why we even need to.
Imagine everything we could accomplish if we didn't.
Probably nothing, just like I do.
With impatience, we leave
for a broader world covered in gloom
With imprudence, we deliver ourselves
Into a brand new darkness
With grace, we thrive
And embrace the bleak future of our lives
It's just how the society works, I guess
I've tried many times to theorize why we are
And why we hate all
I've tried many times to love
Only to be met with violence
Oh, dear society please keep it up
Maybe if I shout high enough
I will be understood
Maybe if I cursed loud enough
You'd hear me out
I'm just a pitiful error;
Unfit for modern society's perfect biology.
With anger, we delve down
Into a bloody hell that everyone seems to love
With anguish, we march to the tone
The tone to injure ourselves to
With perfection, we love
And I hate you
It's just how the society works, I guess
I've learned that all of us are fake pieces of rubbish;
I've learned we're all littering a beauty that we rape slowly, surely
Oh, dear society please keep it up
Maybe if I hurt immensely,
I can inflict these wounds onto you as well
Maybe if I leap down the concrete tundra,
I can make it rain acid on your precious face
We're all pitiful errors;
we're all perfect for one another
Screw your creations, beast
Screw your ideals
Society, please glue my shattered pieces
Into your deviated masterpiece
I hate you...
Maybe if I die slow enough,
I can enjoy the burning of it all
Maybe if my corpse mocks well enough,
I can stir tears in your toilet eyes
Pitiful error;
that's all we ever were.
We leave our life for later,
And hope that tomorrow comes.
We leave our love for later,
And hope that somebody comes.
.
Is that somebody a magician,
Rich person, President or God?
In Russia we have simple saying -
Pray, but don't keep sitting on your butt.
.
The Angels laugh at us from heaven.
Without knowing what will come
We're making plans, but we don't follow,
And then surprised by outcome.
.
We may have money, love, desire
Today, just maybe not in view.
Tomorrow may be filled with snow,
Lost moments, sayings - "if I knew".
.
But we don't know our future.
It's So Wise, I can't believe -
We loose our memories at birth,
So we can "play" with All to give.
.
Thus, little smarty, don't you know,
That our life is not to sit and theorize.
The keys are - efforts, actions, changes.
Don't be depressed - get up, do, improvise!
They hunt in packs
Alone they are nothing
The Bears and Bulls
Until the market crashes
And they are rats
They glow in the night
Red eyes in black shapes
They aggressively feast
On a moonlit carcass
In the clearing
They have appetites
They theorize
In mainstreams of thought
Prevailing in that day and age
They laugh at Socrates
Controlled though
Because they are seeking tenure
The old elephant bull
Knows it is time
To cross the River
Majestic and final
It reaches the scrap yard
Of skulls and tusks
And lays down to sleep.
In 1963, Martin Luther King gave his “I Have a Dream” speech.
What he asked for should not have been a far reach.
Dr. King was rather unique
And boy did he like to speak
He spoke on equality and racism
And spread his message through activism
He was one of the most prominent activists during the Civil Rights Movement.
He was hoping for enlightenment
He led nonviolent resistance and civil disobedience
Based on his years of experience
Dr. King was against discrimination and Jim Crow laws
They didn’t align with his cause
For this, the FBI deemed him a radical
That just wasn’t practical
He won a Nobel Peace Prize for combatting racial inequality
A major step for civil rights in American polity
In 1968, Martin Luther King met his demise
His assassination led some to theorize
Would he be surprised to how little we have come
Or would he be thankful for improving equality some
If you’re a carpenter,
You can fix it with a hammer and nail
If you’re a captain,
You can get there with a crew and a sail
If you’re the warden,
You can lock it up inside of a jail
Everybody got a solution
Nobody possibly wrong
I’d love to jump to a conclusion
But the distance is too damn long
If you’re an analyst,
You can lay it down on your couch
If you’re an activist,
You need only march and shout
If you’re an anarchist,
Go on and burn the city down
Everybody got a solution...
Biased perspectives --
Hidden objectives --
Static images in a prime lens
Our various stances
Across the same plane
Decide how each ray of light bends
If you’re a scientist,
You can theorize and postulate;
If a Creationist,
We been kicked outta the garden by fate
A sado-masochist?
Should be no problem keeping a date
I’m no romanticist --
I’m too old to stay up this late
Everybody see the solution
Nobody possibly wrong
I’d love to jump to a conclusion
But the distance is too damn long
When I was young, my class was filled
With Lindas, Donnas, Sues.
Our parents mostly stuck to names
Quite common when they’d choose.
But each few years the choices change
And certain names just stick,
Becoming those that moms and dads
Will very likely pick.
The latest female moniker
I’ve heard, to my surprise,
Is Ruby and I’ve heard it thrice
And so I theorize…
That other gems might make the scene
Like Topaz, Jade or Pearl,
A glittering selection for
A brand-new baby girl.
Should I come this way again, I wonder what I would see, who would I find left.
If the seasons were the same would the visions and the images remain as they are, does anything or anyone remain, unchanged?
Or would all be erased, eradicated by both time and the eruptive expanses of both man and earth?
Beneath the layers of sand and and dirt would my bones be ground beneath the centuries lost and forgotten? Would the scientists theorize some alien species implanted my DNA here upon this world eons ago? And foolishly would they still venture out into space seeking other worlds and beings when they are incapable of securing peace down here on earth with their own?
The human experience is incomplete and yet we struggle and search continually
for something else, always more, unawares, disregarding what we have here and are yet to see and fully find.
Should I come this way again
would I be able to find me?
Steer here to peer at these compounded years
fierce uncried fears strangled my tears
So strong, so stoic, brave in my silence, too
no one to empower or donate my views to
Learned that I’m supposed, to trust no one, tell no one
better hold fast lest secrets will come undone
Electric our address, electric our bodies
lack of awareness, feel more like zombies
Dead to my joy, insecure with disease
fight, flight or freeze, trauma decrees
Just been discovered! Solution’s found!
I walk in it all around on the ground
Key’s found in this doomed body’s feelings
Hear this, she sends me her grandly warm greetings
Addiction hides, compulsion derides
accumulates massive quantity besides
of foul smelly goo that it slowly oozes
All this goo morphs, brims over, then it fuses
with lies that they told me and I told myself
It cools and it hardens to a huge gnarly shelf
of trauma’s junk rooted in every cell through
cram up my throat-dam until I go blue
How can I feel it; huge loada crap’s in the way
Love pulses through sorrow, betrayal, and plain ol’ dismay
Rather than think hard, analyze, theorize
feel it beat, healing seat, never terrorize
Mind speculates, worries, and ruminates
unending intrigue, more dead ends to designate
Breathe consciously to observe energy’s flow
gone the throat-dam, light’s clarity I now know
Never a victim, a master in training
heart chakra focal point mindfulness reigning
The second she had realized,
That a touch from me could burn,
She then could only theorize,
What the pleasure would return...
The burning smell of cinder,
Laced with orchids and a rose,
Making breath within her,
Slowly bend her where I chose...
Then gripping her in silence ,
With the sound of burning flames,
To singe away defiance,
Till we both feel much the same...
While rationing desire
So the furnace can sustain,
The passion in the fire,
So that nothing else remains...
And when the touch has ended,
They'll be ashes in her hair,
From the climax she preteneded,
Came from something in the air...
Terry
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