Categorical Poems | Examples

The day, the soil lab took care of him, and I sighed

The day, the soil lab took care of him, and I sighed
Categorical exclusion, You were there, but almost Nye!
My outspoken, my hidden, my own darker trace
My grace, rancid disgrace, my song and my own mess
Did I ever tell you? I loved you with all my heart, I loved you all!
I had no desire, there, my nihilistic call, they are not an easy Pickthall!
I startled, I stumbled , I ran, I walk and I snore, sneeze and yawn!
I craft and in my propeller shaft, I fly, with flying try, I try simply not to frown!
These are not all stemming from me, these are the imprinting gemstones of praying tea 
You are a done deal only to compose , not to take heed before you even try to say, once again to me!
These are white lies, your sweater moment  drops on your life, legend and universal truth
And all they say is to look after your giggling imagism before it handles him too, to soothe beneath the bluetooth!

April, 2025

(Twelve beautiful lines )

Christmas 2021 Making It Personal

Christmas 2021
Making it Personal
Written: By Miracle Man
December 18, 2021

My life’s most preeminent gift,
wasn’t encompassed in a wrapped box with ribbons,
and bows, nor found neath a tree.

The greatest gift I’ve ever received,
was given to me over 2000 years ago,
in the form of a swaddling wrapped baby.

Jesus Christ was God’s gift,
and the expression of His categorical love for me.
This gift was free and there’s nothing I could/can do to earn it.
Money, good deeds, or social status
cannot procure my spot in heaven.

This gift was the expression of God’s love,
and I feel so blessed to be a witness of this love to others.
More than once Jesus has touched my life with hope, and promise,
I’m a recipient of His grace and mercy.

His love for me is a reflection of His unconditional love for all mankind,
Jesus laid down his life to purchase my freedom from sin.
My only requirement to receiving this gift of God, was acceptance,
and on August 27th 1968 I accepted this gift as my personal savior.
Since, Jesus Has Been The Reason For My Season
Happy Birthday Jesus!

From Your Lips

Primrose promises
saturnine rejections flow
categorical

Dirty Laundry

Fleeting memories
categorical promises
reflections torrid

Cats On Broadway

He’d a fetish feline without doubt
so did Tom, his sick mania flout
make phantasmagorical
a new categorical
and then Andrew did let the cat out.

Twas a bargain at just half the price
Nunn and Weber made Memory nice
blending words of a poet
with some music to show it
to find lightning can sometimes strike twice.
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1/3/2021
How Many Syllables

To Whom It May Concern

A cautionary tale of nocturnal abduction
Of trickery born of unearthly corruption
Heed these my words, I state categorical
Of evil so foul, in a world diabolical
No humour here that might ever be satirised 
No wit in a man who be dumbstruck and paralysed
These, the last words that shall flow from my pen
Implore thee to leave ’fore the bat flys again 
This God forsook kingdom of bloodied terrain
Deadens my legs as it scribes on my brain
A Halloween vista of gore ridden mud
With vampires feasting on alien blood


31 October 2020
For...
Contest: Halloween Challenge
Sponsor: Emile Pinet

Transference

Sublime countenance
categorical conscience
bliss born priors

Making Poetry Soup

I do worry
just a wiggly bit,
about poetrysoup
following a categorical ingredient menu
including golf and giggle
but not weaving and justice,
or even wiggle.

Ghosthunters and Spiritualists

Through the years
I have heard stories and
Had myself strange occurrences
I can only call bizarre

In my heart of hearts
I have come to only one conclusion
There is no need to describe the world
in terms of black and white

What is the use of being categorical
When it’s only a matter of time
When we cross over
And answers will become crystal clear

It’s senseless to point the finger
And say you are wrong and I am right
We have enough conflict on this planet
Without finding fault with the unknown 



AP: 3rd place 2020

Submitted on September 16, 2018 for contest GHOSTHUNTERS AND SPIRITUALISTS sponsored by KEVIN SHAW

Slatted Salted Roof

Fibreglass fibre optics frame fielding farmers. Fielding farmers are not playing rounders today. They are pushing little feet into wellington boots then chasing a lone sheep whilst riding on a two ton heifer who wears a saddle and a harness with pride. Oh dutiful tulip your lips of hues are chewing the dews. Like a wheel arch covers in rain spat up from puddled ground. Puzzling puzzles protrude profusely. And passions are pausing players in a table whirl of dingbats' cafe. Number eleven is a fine wine of a diplomat but diplomats are neither delivery drivers notes nor are they noted diplomatic demonstrators demonstrating delivered deletions. Combat no cereal cake in a square cup of milk. For shaking around and around is akin to lying down on a bed of spiked cactus. Z Categorical cat cushions Z Meteorological Z at forty nine baked buns to seven bundles of bacon beaks. X

When a Woman Is Just a Woman

She is
just a woman
when more than all the things
she can, she stands by her man...That's
God’s plan.


06 June 2015


NOTE: The above is not a categorical statement of the author. Surely there are some situations which make the above impossible, like the presence of abuse in any form, or  concubinage. I know people are in various situations...I do not purport to push my ideas without considering some exceptions at the risk of looking like someone talking from a moral high ground. There's a real world out there after all, the horrific realities of some can only be imagined by those of us who are fortunate enough. It is just my opinion that under normal condition,  a woman with that kind of conviction, together with her man, will have laid the foundation of a strong family unit.

Bitterness

Bitterness

She secluded in her room to relish her ritual
A bracing cup of tea she concocted with the little available
Emitted an audible sigh routinely abysmal
Sank into elongate meditation,nothing abnormal

The ethical doddering lady had long been achingly critical
Of our unequivocal iniquity and detestable 
Of societal homosexual unions categorical
Carnage on behalf of God intolerable

The over-the-hill lady once,to meet her approval
Bid her relatives to benefit her corpse a decent burial
Abstain from grieving and weeping on her funeral
Rather deplore their destiny tediously controversial

She couldn't bemoan a life where survival
Echoes with betrayal,bribery and pronounced scandals.
                  Abdelwaheb Dhaou.

Walking Cradles

A walking cradle
A scaffold
Just support

Underpinnings are cushions of support.
We exacerbate to defeat negative thoughts.
We want success because this soothes our words.

Impaired from those that know how to hinder when moving forward, is a liaison to destroy.
A philosophical standard is not atypical.
This provides acumen and vision.

A walking cradle
Your framework
Empowered to join in a cause

A platform to stand on is that designed to level up.
Your thinking encounters more knowledge.
Edifice so large, that organization is a network.

Associate positive environment.
Correlate your roller deck.
Connect your mind to solidarity.

The structure is in order to induce the luring of optimistic tools.
To progress, becomes categorical.
Firm uncompromising unconditional

Absolute your milieu unlimitedly!
Cultivate your own means.
Flourish breed

A walking cradle
A new school
Promulgated!

Clinical

CLINICAL. 

I,m not clinical, 
anything is possible, 
  nursing is radical, 
it blows my mind. 

magical and mystical, 
references unimaginable, 
physical,majestical, 
anatomically possible, 
 must be categorical, 
we must find. 

genetically factual, 
 annalistical colorful, 
 difficult and terminal, 
phenomenally logical, 
patient and kind.

Chattering of Seagulls and Pride

In the merry fields we rove
our symbols splattered with guts
throughout the live long day trip
access keys posted with must

A nonchalant drifters tone arrives
encircled with categorical number chant
Dreary and droning the supplanted might
so geometrically bound, our flag of flight

But then to purchase
is to provide 
like a lust ritual
with nothing to hide

Undenying i cannot hold tongue
for those who seek and torment
eclipsed in the mildew articial
like plastic patrons of disease

So twisted my gumshoe to pedal
unable to erase wallpaper medals
with all your pride catapults melting
what chatter past will seagull slide?

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