In the nursery rhyme Humpty Dumpty
Who or What he is is still a mystery.
Some think he may in fact be an egg
though the rhyme hints at no such knowledge.
And yet he’s always depicted as one
and always with legs, whereas eggs have none?
And how did he get to be on a wall
from which eventually he has a great fall?
And who are all the king’s horses and men
unable to piece him back together again?
A task that would have proved impossible
given his fall’s impact on so fragile a shell.
Hens quite naturally find all such speculation
futile fodder for brainy egghead cogitation.
What all hens know and vouch is that no eggs
have ever walked out of their rears on legs.
Deep in contemplation, or was it cogitation,
call it 'intuition', Alice aforethought had a premonition,
something's round the corner,
and she's come to warn yer,
doing all she can, before it hits the fan,
for she has seen a vision, more than a vague suspicion,
it's a strong affirmation of a predetermination,
and believe me when I say,
"Whatever omen she thought she saw,
it's on it's way here today,
and will soon be knocking down your door.
As, mirrored in her eye's mind,
all the portents are aligned,
maybe it's madness or mayhaps fun
there's nowhere to hide, nowhere to run."
'Alice springs eternal, in the human breast.'
Now aren't you glad, I got that off my chest.
Now I
want to be a banana
plant, swinging in the wind,
free from the knots of debt.
The shards of dreams won’t wound
me again. Ever. I’ll never be hunted
by the loan sharks with serrated teeth. The
weevil thought cannot perforate the corm of my peace.
Away from the waves of suicide, I’ll live–listening to the
Asian koel. I can decipher that song. Someone may drop
nutritious love into my heart; my roots will be wet
with kindness. My cigar leaf can grow straight
into the light. The blossoming of
altruism will come out, opening my
skull– budding. My end is made
serene- calm, by the cogitation
of my fruitful
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*First published in Native Skin.
*Reprinted in The Literary Hatchet.
*Poetry Nook Weekly Contest Winner.
In conversation
the sounds
of her thinking astounds
logic rebounds
argument confounds
rationale knows not bounds
there's no reasoning
with what she expounds
or justification
in that which she propounds
when all facts fail
and reality surrounds
her point of view
tho' it has zero grounds
piled on in mounds
with absurdity she compounds
adding injury to insult
my brain it impounds
traps me wraps me saps my energy
inducing mental lethargy causing total apathy
When did you start hearing voices,
when did they start making choices
to determine your world
and crack that first bottle
or did the first pipe full smash on the throttle
sending you racing
downhill into the unescapable maze,
driving deeper into the dense purple haze
of paranoia?
I don't see the people you say are watching,
or the man living under the floorboards
and the plan he is notching
to murder you while you sleep,
if the drones "they" keep sending
don't sweep in and reap
your forma mentis for metanalysis,
or psychoscopic phenomenographic cogitation,
or steal your cannabis first,
and I can barely comprehend;
your unreal reality is a fine damned
mess for the rest of us!
The vibrancy of the rich hued kaleidoscope
Across the firmament,
Wide open eyes ~ a pantomime unexpected
A child’s innocent smile
Free from taint and defilement
Touching its cheeks with a lot of fondness~ an involuntary reaction
An old man’s fragile hand
When stretched,
Penetrating hands into pockets for extending alms ~ an impetuous action
A sudden meet of my teacher on the way
Palms come together and go folded
Making a traditional Namaskar~ an untaught response
When passing by temple
Stop for a while;
Closing eyelids to recall His image~ an effortless doing
The solemn tune of the national anthem
Stop all at once and
Rising to feet to pay respect~ an impulsive gesture
Spontaneity delineates a man’s character
It reveals the real tendency of man
Intuitive and insightful learning,
Selfless love and unprejudiced cogitation
Steer our actions in an agreeable manner
Introspection about our spontaneous actions
Furnish space to learn and examine our traits.
Place : 10th
tracing ethereal line
to find the future
in this time, present
let's not throw away the past
that passed, but is reticent...
In this game I'm
somewhat unconscious
somehow groping annoyed...
The future is cogitation
the now is insecure
because we see nothing different..
Past, today
and tomorrow,
long story
without finally...
The cogitation about the word "Victor",
Arises vigor within my heart;
That keeps me vigorous towards my vision.
Virtuosity is my investment to reach beyond victory:
Because, I am, the winner!
The rumination about the word "vanquisher",
Awakens ardor within my heart;
That makes me active towards my aims.
Assiduous is my assurance to achieve awards:
Because, I am, the winner!
Virtual Town Square
David J Walker
The marketplace is teeming with noise
From the beginnings of early morning meetings
Rumors and warnings about
The strange faces from places you
Never heard of before
The penumbra provided protects the
Interpretation of selective vision
Mnemonic recitations guide
Approved cogitation
That gather communities together
Into their one true form of a
Virtual town square
Where
Freedom of thought disappears
Could there be vast realms of unknown nebulae
Beyond the farthest reaches of space exploration,
Only distant patches of gray density in distant sky
Giving discussion to theories of unending cogitation?
This expanding universe appears to go on forever
In space and time beyond our beleaguered experience,
Encouraging us to think we are more than clever
Who postulate on the fringes of common sense.
Have we hosted strange visitors from that outer space
Unbeknownst except in myriad tales of lore
From those who witness in various and sundry place
Eerie phenomena and UFOs never seen before?
We might suppose, despite unconfirmed evidence,
That taken altogether something seems amiss
Some purportedly real but have no precedence,
And most of us do not know what to think of this!
For sure, the universe is vast and holds the key,
Perhaps, to the future of every living thing on earth
It behooves us to explore, to boldly go and see
What lies beyond our horizons, our place of birth.
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just thinking … that emotion is the new reason
unadulterated feeling removed from the brink of
a showcase of intuition relieved and narrated by
the heart at the threshold of sentiment and passion
conscience on the royal road to magic sensations
when the hyena of analysis morphs into a dolphin
a unicorn pokes the terrified bubble of the mind
and driftwood flies to the tune of a universal soul
recycled trash dissolves the mental heap of tips
of an iceberg polar bears and penguins transcend
madness as cure for insanity and crazy bedlam
if you discard the straightjacket of conjecture
refute the shackles prise open trapdoor’s springs
refuse to mediate between prescriptions and levitation
encourage the sleeping giant to rise to the challenge
stop to engage with a dangerous theatre of rationale
when bells and whistles chime and synapses jingle
and an inner pied piper heals the rat race of cogitation
the cogs of internal hamster wheels come off the trolley
spin on an axis of intuition and alite from just thinking
30th December 2020
Closing my eyes I lie;
My breath exhales in a sigh;
The music in my ears,
Lubricating my cerebral gears;
My head sinks into the pillow,
Deep into limbo I wallow
Free of the demanding reality
Sucked into a singularity-
Where no cogitation shall prevail;
Peace sans ail.
Lost in the words, in the voice;
Tumbling amid blues and joys,
Falling, falling down the rhyme
For a infinitesimal infinity of time.
I
Believing ...
(Is not a complete thought, say grammarians, maybe from Gramercy)
KNOWING ...
is better
Listening ...
may be best
II
When did I know
That listening to both male and female
I'd BELIEVE in EQUALITY
eavesdrop on a Galaxy?
The coziness of domesticity
A shoulder to press a cheek to
Someone to come home to
after shedding a quart of sweat
slaving away at work.
A precious quality time to kill
with near and dear ones
that love me, and still will,
at my worst
Putting away the cell phone,
folding shut the laptop computer
in the gloaming in favor of
a much-needed human connection
Making time for a quiet reflection
and prolonged cogitation,
a conversation with God, for rest
and relaxation, for creativity
Someone with whom to share a laugh
Someone to walk with, arm in arm,
step by step among the fields of gold
despite all the madness in the world.
A skin to touch, a hand to hold when
Autumn leaves begin to fall.
Being emotionally available to people
I love and care about.
Most importantly, loving
and being loved in return.
What Matters Most To Me Poetry Contest (Winner: 3rd Place)
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Date written: 04/01/2020
This head is continually exercised,
The straining of the intellect,
The wearying of my limbs
The waves of thoughts rushing like a volcano.
The glimmering of my eyes,
The flights of imagination,
I vex the brain to unravel mysteries
I provoke my heart to go down into depths too deep
I speak to myself like a lunatic,
I rush to my desk repeating sustained thoughts.
Words are the tools.
Sometimes too heavy I dare not say,
I weave them together and cared less for criticism.
There are depths I cannot reach,
There are heights I cannot climb.
The mind is like an ocean too deep,
There are dark alleys,
There are beams and rays
Oh! this cavernous profundity.
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