Best Well Informed Poems
The fourth one looks and laughs like me.
She’s well-informed and takes delight
in trying hard to do what’s right.
The third can offer sympathy.
Despite her woes, she’s so much fun -
so sweet she dazzles everyone.
The second shows forth charity.
A little shy, she’s fond of songs.
Near warmth of hearth this one belongs.
The first born, I like spreading glee.
For peace and happiness I strive,
while writing keeps me most alive!
Jewels in Mother’s crown are we,
and traits we share, reflections of
the gem most brilliant – Mother’s love.
The fourth one looks and laughs like me.
The third can offer sympathy.
The second shows forth charity.
The first born, I like spreading glee.
*Jewels in Mother’s crown are we.
Nov. 25, 2017 for the Constanza contest of Craig Cornish
*This line I prefer that it would read: All Jewels in Mother's crown are we
because I pronounce Jewels as one syllable "jools" but howmanysyllables.com
puts that line at 9 syllables unless I drop the word "all" (sigh)
Im taking the train to alzheimers, cause it aint taking me, I might wait forever for a drug to
set me free.So remember family,when my mind is truly gone,To tell me tall stories to keep
me well informed. remember mum when you were the queen of sheba,and you had hair of
silk.and then i'll chuckle to myself and think you's have lost your mind.So tell me im
important and ask me for advice.and even when i put you wrong smile and say im
right.Cause now my mind is like a childs and i need some reassurance,and Alzheimers has
stole the best of me and i dont have much endurance.But just remember while you can the
good things in your life, cause once its stolen in the night its gone for good you see.
Form:
I’m overprotective of my kids; I know that this is true.
But there is a reason why I act, and do the things I do.
I was molested as a child, and still live with the pain.
So if I seem ridiculous, your comments are in vain.
I’d rather them stay innocent, and have fun when they play.
Than live their childhood like I did, afraid of everyday.
Don’t misunderstand my words; my kids aren’t in the dark.
I’ve taught them of the evils in this world from the start.
I want them to be well informed, yet never be afraid.
Knowing they can come to me and never be betrayed.
So if you think I’m foolish for the things I won’t allow.
Just know I do the best I can, it is my solemn vow.
I love you, my dear, I dont want miss you
becouse devoted to Europe and Freedom
Its so simple to get it -
even beauty and good soul and kind temper originated from free society and state. About this great truth
very well informed
every Latvian citizen and free nations
from Estony to Singapore and Uganda
and could not to get it at all
so many people in Central Asia
poisoned by propaganda.?
Conditionally,
“unconditional”
comes with its
vast conditions,
don’t you agree?
we invest our love,
and all of ourselves
into the adoration
and dissection
of all forms
of muses,
who will,
or will not
be found
swimming amused
in each others'
minds,
in each others'
poetry;
we are a muse
ourselves, egregious
to the rules of iambic
and other rigid romping
rhythms and rites
to be righted,
that we daily play
dodgeball with ardently,
it's like ducking from
incoming magpies
guarding their nests,
circling their
small-worldly boundaries,
establishing their tiny
very tight territories,
they fly in at us hard
with their sharp beaks
and their spit, they assert
they are allied with the best,
those well informed
highly schooled scribes,
who largely mistaken in mind,
dunk others less than less, and wait
for the curs'ed to float,
but in the sinking
those curs'ed
drowned muses,
in that terrible
horrendous misfortune,
tied to their dunking chairs,
eyes now wide open,
find diamonds
at the bottom of
their damned pond,
as they swiftly pass
schools of wayward fish
with no clear direction in mind,
and other monsters
pulling out hearts
with their pre-prehistoric
saber-toothed grins;
hellelujah for those
who bespoke for you
freeverse from the ego
within the heart -
it’s the mind that cuts
without hesitation,
draws lines in the sand,
limiting us to couplets
in greeting cards
sans ampersand,
conditionally
"unconditional";
the curs'ed
eventually wake
and they rise,
spilling tea
stirring
sugar 'n spice
into the bland,
who eventually
open their eyes
and their minds,
unconditionally
“conditional”
sans ampersand
heart
mind
Candide Diderot. ‘24
I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done,
I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine
Like the late great who came before my time
I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes
My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight
Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life
Now that ain't right!
As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite
Night after night
Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight
Although, we'll be all right
They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right
Instead we're the light to a lying greed
That will enlighten life to a brand new seed
A man of God indeed
Freed from the Son that bleeds
Like the summer breeze
He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe
The air that please
A satisfaction like the birds and the bees
My word's words are the keys
That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed
A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy
So shall our comradery
That will bring comfort to a struggling society
A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity
Unifying the physics of theory
That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy
Similar to the Cosby
X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality
Like life's calamity
And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically
However, I've discovered a system
That can mathematically destroy ignorancy
And turn our state of mind intellectually
I elect that He (God) selects me to be
And be that man who may lead this community
So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me
En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny
Like we were destine to be
We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we.
Because we are...
The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness
Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous
Our potentials are endless
And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this
So it's time we put a stop to this
The biggest enemy of self
And that's envy and jelousness
Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is
A promised made sealed with a kiss
Knowing this
Is the next best thing since "In the beginning"
In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!
O we are all very well informed
how horrible might been our reality
in the time of transition
from one evil regime to other.
When one day all monsters and predators
from the park of totalitarian communistic Jurassic
suddenly exploded out for absolute freedom
according with Darwinian law of surviving,
when cruelty and greediness
suppressed long time
by cruel regime and power
started make big business and police
and comrades from monopolistic party -
the sable tooth tigers, tycoon and oligarchs -
inspired again as hundred years ago
with primarily criminal and degenerating instincts, pretexts and postulates
under the Marxist’s coverage and context,
launched now the new but the same adventure
leading to great social tragedy inevitable,
where government playing chief role of Ti Rex
instead keeping the harmony and sustainable existence
protecting cheeps, rabbits, turtles and others multiple small creatures
from total extinction,
learn them for art of surviving and flourishing
through social interaction and protection
what would left again as unreachable aim and utopia
for our long suffered nation.
Had I more quickly realized just who they were,
I would have shown them more respect.
Had I tried harder to fathom their brilliant minds,
I would have taken more of their teachings to heart.
Had I more clearly understood the purpose of their being,
I would have more vigorously tried to assist them.
They were truly honorable; I was sadly prejudiced.
They were well informed; I was grossly ignorant.
They were totally unwearying; I quickly, gave up.
Have an Heavenly Anniversary
And know that I am finally getting it.
Love & Respect
your daughter
Greater Consciousness
08/17/2015
Imagine humankind in a future time
Could perceive each other’s mind.
What would it be like to do this thing
And the kind of world it would bring?
My insight of what would come about
Probably is sorely lacking no doubt.
But I will try in rhyme to give my take
Of how this will cause a human remake.
Could many brains make such a noise
That your psyche it destroys?
I very much hope and believe it would not
Be the result of so much thought.
Would politicians have to retire
No longer able to lie or conspire?
Could other crimes be in the past,
Criminals finally eliminated at last?
Would freedoms of expression be curtailed
By thought police with info very detailed,
Or would enlightenment reign so not a single jail
Or any form of bureaucracy would prevail?
Would war and armies be gone
Because humankind can easily get along
As misunderstanding and hatred of the other
Is not possible when in mind we’re together?
Would “I” and “me” disappear overnight
As we share all our thoughts forthright,
No longer needing the phone or internet
Would communications be very intimate?
Would science and arts be transformed
As all would be well informed
Of new ideas and concepts in their spheres
Pushing both rapidly toward new frontiers?
Could we travel through one another
Seeing the worlds beauty would we discover
A experience more than just virtual reality
Bringing us together as if one “nationality”?
Would privacy be dead
Every inner thought known unsaid
As we evolve and transform
Could this become part of a new norm?
Could we pickup thoughts of a dog
Or would they be sensed as if in a fog?
Would our perceptions of all life be different,
Much more connected and reverent?
Would we continue to speak,
And if not would it change our physique,
Leaving the world silent, not a word said,
Except inside everyone’s head?
Imagine us beyond our current ken,
Could we finally reach our Zen,
Becoming a greater consciousness thru emergence
As a result of our mind convergence?
Contest:
Mystic Rose's NEW FRONTIERS OR GREATER CONSCIOUSNESS
Explanation:
Three major emergences are known–matter, life and consciousness.
Could we reach a fourth emergent state poorly defined as "godhood" in the west or possibly better defined as enlightenment or awakening as in Buddhism?
Turbulant radient red sky with sheet swirl mashed potato
cloud mush peered lazily through a curious brown
haze of dirty armpit fizz, enlisted somewhere
bewteen a prebeginning solar start dot deposit burst peak
and a futuristic nuclear waste singulsr hand mitten
all in lieu of a sadeyed slowburn glowing tuxedo-still
and looking on with rolled up flannel sleeve gross
passivity. I slurped around the grand gravel
entrance up and down brown round and rocky
pinging and jumping. Wide spaces
grappling with the refuse laden humo motif of
endeless manwomanchildpet pickings. I round the teetering
trough trench like curves unwitnessed to the sight beholding
ever present but none as gigted. Poor mouth
super excrement excuses like duct tape type at the end
of its reality roll---never enough for the final fix.
I watched as multitruck things silently
dispatchingly dispersed and unloaded their
grusome garbage waves on good mother earth.
Battles can leave muscles working as man and time spitspent
slowcuspocus appendages working at top mph
pushing shoving shoveling piling before the light
pace calls it another disgusting dillday.
without the slighest the remorse--my stomach began
to wrenchabit and my eyewells passed be free
me. The gulls some truck lenght away were
spuriously sifting smilingly through the
human wreckings in a last light meal
remedial refrain--as intense as
the dumpers became the dumpees. I angered as
the populace as myself delivered my putrid parlay
and proceded to the mass exit as if it were
OK. The quality of messy mercy stops at the buck. I need not squander the dull likings of my kind
of indifferenleunce on the hapless mis constraints of
a well informed psuedo citizenery. I hope the land rebels
someday and eats us all by the very
seeds we so sow. Garbage is as garbage does
but it's the tidy attitude of human complacency that
wipes my ass so clean---look to the trash cans for---hope.
I knew Uganda through Aids,
I knew India through a flood,
I knew Cambodia through raids,
I knew Bangladesh through mud,
I knew Ethiopia through starvation,
And the Sudan fundamental horror,
South Africa...not to mention,
And the Arab only through terror,
Now I'm a real well informed,
A real cultured gentleman,
I can stand for a mastermind contest,
And I will definitely win it
Glory to the mighty Baby TV,
Peace be upon the Baby,
The one who can neither hear,
Nor see,
But knows more than Madame Soleil,
Who pretends to predict the future..And foresee
THE EAGLE
From sheer Jurassic precipice he soared
Surveyed the land for gifts it might afford
Across the broad flat valley’s rich domain
With viewpoint high, low altitude disdain
In languid circling track approaching nigh
The eagle now came level eye with eye
He seemed to nod to one perceived as peer
Acknowledged coexistence without fear
His self assurance of a privileged strain
In higher echelon of victual chain
No predator to make threat to his being
Where flight has no concomitance with fleeing
We two shared aspect regal and remote
Above a distant world seeming to denote
A subject to be seen with cool detachment
From other lives set on their own enactment
The matchstick men in matchbox cars below
Proceed in patterns conjunct, fluent flow
As if directed by a master plan
The pieces moved as by an unseen hand
Yet inside every box there is a mind
That makes decisions well informed or blind
The myriads of choices of direction
Have source within those living souls’ election
I marvel at this concept: life centricity
The thought of such abundance, prolificity
Of individual life forms each conferred in
The ability, its intentions to determine
Some say we’re mere machines therefore robotic
Or otherwise controlled by force hypnotic
And some aver a plan: divine intention
By God who makes judgemental intervention
I claim no knowledge, or insight on this score
Perhaps one day I’ll know with sureness more
‘Til then prefer this chosen metaphor
- In freedom I would with the eagle soar
To know you is to love you.
You brighten my whole day.
Just what I'd do without you,
I really couldn't say.
Without you to guide me,
I'd not know what to do.
I'd prob'ly think I was okay,
I'm lucky I've got you.
Without you to point it out,
I'd miss most of my faults.
I'd probably just vegetate,
Eat chocolates and drink malts.
You tell me what to say and when,
And what I should wear;
You're quite a find I must admit,
That just shows you care.
You're so well informed and smart,
Not at all like me,
I couldn't do without you,
I really must agree.
Always there to lend a hand,
With "helpful criticism".
I'm so dull and dumb I miss,
Your clever witicisms.
You really ought to leave me,
But that just isn't you;
Because you're so long-suffering,
And your heart is true.
You're so good to stay right here,
And take such care of me;
Showing me where I fall short,
'Thout you where would I be.
You're such a little honey bun,
You fill my life with laughter.
The last time I had this much fun,
They'd just put back my bladder.
(Some people are so busy correcting the faults of their family, friends and neighbors they forget to take stock of their own. People like that don't get invited back very often.)
Behind the mirror, the man is seen
Where on our streets surrounded, Friends
Thousands met cold, untimely death
With screamed echoes of souls unrest
Bullets flied, guns blasted ceaselessly
Children dead in their mothers’ arms
Father, for his lost son searched
Found him only, with parts cut in shreds.
Behind the mirror, was the man there?
Our Young children, to soldiers turned
Educated only in field of war
Guns carried, bigger than they can bear
Faught battles, of no cause but fear
To read or write, they dared not do
But to shoot or kill, well informed they were.
The man behind the mirror, how did he rest?
Our babies, dead while he sound slept
In his glorious, paradise mirror he kept
Still offered nothing, but violence more
Promised, inflicted upon innocents, murder
If anyone dared open their mouths to speak
Or, if orders came of his seat to render.
Behind that mirror, my freedom he took
Our homes Burned; our stores looted
Citizens, chased out of a land to love
Forced into exile for years so many
Adapted to a culture so not ours
From scratch, we started to build
Until bit by bit, we rose so high above
Like an eagle, up up and away.
The man behind the mirror, for him I always blame
The color so dark, on our backs stained
Bruises so deep, forever left to heal
Visions of his bloody watch, repeatedly, us plagued
Flashbacks of dear ones loved, Snatched,
And palmed away by cruel, hateful death
With tumbled bodies over bodies
All soiled up into one tiny hole.
Behind that mirror, the man will always be
With blissful look in his red, budging eyes
Wishing evil gleefully, with a dark smile
His laughter,joy, through my anguish I see
My heart beats fast, like a thunder sound
And the more my hate for him increase
Oh how I wish, that mirror came crashing down
Then, a taste of his own medicine, he shall get
My hat's off to the Media,
they make sure we're up-to-date!
They keep us all, so well informed!
The job they do is great!
They know what's most important,
to that I will attest!
They're able to Prioritize
and report the News that's best!
This weeks fires in Colorado,
and the Presidential race.
The political struggles in Syria!
U.S. power outages, all over the place
However, the Medias concentration,
was on the "important" News!
The very tragic break-up,
of Katie Holmes and Tom Cruz!