(A series of Senryu poems)
He got her number
from a friend who thought him cute
freelance matchmaking
His poems of her
sounded more like yelp reviews
—good—but not five star
His texts were a kind
of a boyfriend audition
- he got no callback
.
.
Songs for this:
SILVER APPLE EYES by Kasabian
lamb (feat. Kellin Quinn) by Julia Wolf
Maybe what we need
is a little more make up sex.
Maybe what we need
is a few more exploratory kisses.
A growl can tremble like a treble clef,
all rowdy and slapstick naughty.
Maybe a permission slip
for the teacher is what we need.
Maybe fingers on a chalk board
as we fall to the floor.
Just a little taste of dalliance
as we decipher each other.
Growling we are a duet trembling,
all rowdy and slapstick naughty.
Au Natural, our first birthday suits
soon obscured by zip-up rompers and baby boots
Baby’s not embarrassed by her appearance
insecure parents run interference
Next up, movement-control
baby must not dance to rock-‘n-roll
‘Grown-ups’ crush baby’s curiosity
‘No-ing’ all instincts exploratory...
Forever unchain inquisitive wonts
~ Viva la au natural renaissance
Entry in 'Our Natural State' contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Date: Jan. 14, 2025
Gershon Wolf
fragments of memory cling to my skin
like wet cigarette smoke -
rumors of midnight rainstorms
in the flashes of a gaudy neon sign.
mangled wing unfurls like a twisted umbrella
on a desolate highway,
misty landscape of shattered dreams -
foggy-eyed fairness, luminescent pyre, loitering.
phalanges grasping for purchase
on the slick precipice of a ruptured drainpipe,
as the pipe's raucous laughter echoes threw
cypress-lined alleys and deserted highway margins.
blackness of a darkened peep show captious,
a dolphin's perverse smile glint in the darkness,
an afterimage of unadulterated ecstasy,
as it slid its sleek flesh up against the cool glass.
promise of forbidden pleasure,
an octopus's silky tentacles
guiding the dolphin's exploratory tongue,
a slow waltz of surrender.
then snap—!?
punch spine.
floating up before being brought under,
eating its own seed.
Like when the river flowed backwards. These things that come to my mind what is the quartz of this design? There is this
Thing also, I remember the roses of blue hue. How very very extraordinarily blatantly breathtaking! Demonstrating before my eyes! I SEA WONDEROUS EXPLOSIONS
I remember to remember the esthetics
Of it ALL ON THIS BUSY BLUE BALL
if I can just calculate the trajectory
From exploratory suspicion?! This would
Be soo better than BEST in fact nothing
Less! Than this SPRING forever leaving
Winter wanters wondering into a
Willful natural ease aaah! All is
Great in gratitude of things we do not
UNDERSTAND! NONETHELESS I REMEMBER THINGS! it means things secrets! Like warm SPRINGS at the
Height of winter then other another
Frustrating full flashing THUNDEROUS
COMBINATIONS! I WILL. TAKE.
MY LEAVE NOW.
VBR Black Panther! Jet Blackest ANSWERERRR Malik Mali Mali
A complex domain
Of subatomic particles
And the dynamics of
Physics which works
predicts the existence
Of a novel tetraquark
Compositions of beauty
Charm quarks and two-light
antiquarks schematic predi-
tions might one remind the
other The introduction to
Schematic.
Strong forces from the
exploration of centric functions.
The visible; at the core of this
Exploratory parts of exploration
lies the enigmatic fundermental
strong force.
Central to this understanding are the
therory of Quantum chromodynamics
all which governs the interactions of
strong interactions.A handful of funder
-mental particles known as quarks,
engage in intriguing interactions by
exchanging gluons.
Glouons create all the composite submatter
that eventually form all the visible matter of
the universe.
Words where clarity is needed include,( which
Is listed undefined) hadron, mesons, pions, quark
antiquarks,baryons, protons, exotic hadrons, gluons,
Abd glueball.Spin and parity, experimental or discovery.
Production and detection to unlock its full potential.
Bound isoscalar axial vector.Antidiquark and diquark
undefined.
simplicity
caress
the ear
momentary
sounds
&echoes
with
raw intensity
fused
in universatility
a dramatic
paradox
in pleasant
modulation
exhuberant
& harmonious
unique
challenging
exploratory
fluidity
of voice
to
the
inner
ear
treasures
of
breath
emphasizes
refrain
in
tantalising
finger prints
an
aural
crossweaved
in
a trace
resemblance
of
emotive
gaps
&
silences
mood
& tones
variable
in pitch
of
subtle
timbre
rhythm
&intonations
in
mutual
equivalence
revealed
I recall, as a kid, I liked to check out scary abandoned houses,
and I would let my imagination run wild in my adventures.
Empty, dilapidated, broken-down houses attracted me.
I'd often take exploratory excursions on my own,
hoping to experience the ghostly apparitions
frequently associated with haunted houses.
I felt inexplicably drawn to such places.
Enigmatic creaking often startled me
and yet, I'd investigate every creak,
forcing myself to keep on going.
Old scary ruins frightened me,
but that is what I wanted.
Fright cultivated my
sense of mystery.
Spooky places
still tend to
give me
chills.
The stars are lighting up dusk’s aftermath
With a million Christmases’ twinkling light
Tiny dots to be connected in a serigraph
Covering the earth with a dome of white
To show us the Milky Way’s chalky path.
A full moon rises bursting with reflection
To illuminate the scene on a muslin scrim
Together nuanced in a perfect confection
Horizon to horizon, spilling over the rim
Meriting telescopic exploratory inspection.
Mysteries hide in these kaleidoscopic universes
Only dimly glimpsed by earth’s passersby
Golden coins in a cosmos of satin purses
Collectibles in the Creator’s successful try
Light of the heavens far beyond disburses.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written November 16, 2022
Submitted to "Beauty of Night" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet
Within one thought, all thoughts ex-spans beyond understanding
well formed to become self-exploratory.
Seldom does each thought become a thought not meaningful
to the main theme that combines thoughts in one main
thought taking control of all.
Still in the meaningfulness of thought does imagination control
existence of truth in its purest pursuit.
Limitations submerged in a million directions performing only
once in the bleakness of another dawn.
Within many directions we find many a thought leading to
miraculous thoughts connected as one enlightened memory
rotating, glowing, sparkling, renewed, within the thoughts
of the subconscious mind of understanding and locked
in knowledge.
We can not unlock the substance of thoughts that penetrate
the consciousness of determination and truth.
Our God consciousness controls the journey we take
through many unknown places, we form through our
unconscious thoughts.
We live, performing what pleases us, forgetting we
are not alone in our awakening of freedom and
grace. We are one consciousness in love, light, and reinforced energy.
Copyright ? DerenaBree( All Rights Reserved)
I get it! Love one another,
trying our best to get along...
but, when it comes to pertinent
issues, how does one compromise
with wrong? Well, no one
knows the truth, each having
his or her own – hmm...so, burn
your bibles, ignore your
parents, no seeming facts
should be incorruptibly sewn to
the fabrics of developing, hungry
minds – instead, imprint them with
social media of all brainless, circum-me
kinds –
and a cell phone
to replace prayer and God,
who most likely, thought he had
seen it all, having survived the
thoroughly self exploratory era of Mod.
Drawing-
A sparking, lines however hard it tries,
Will always be preliminary lines of my picture.
Now exploratory is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the sparking is explorative so sheik
Drawing.
Pencil, crayon, felt marker
I saw the pale cover of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the paper I paint.
Water dripping everywhere, how quaint
Does the paint make you shiver?
Does it?
Learning is observational process I’m drawing.
Observational process is learning designing.
Never forget the muzzy and muddled fuzzy learning.
A sparking, lines however hard it tries,
Will always be preliminary lines of my picture.
Now exploratory is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the sparking is explorative so sheik
Drawing.
6/7/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©
Take me back to 2003
the world in front of me
at the age of just 18
naive exploratory
athletic grungy
high or grumpy
girlfriend hunting
drink drug slumping
fresh faced and firm
breezy absent concern
working out for the burn
rewarding spliffs in return
Hangover..... what's that?
get smashed, get back,
no course, no track
no thoughts, no facts
Limp Bizkit Linkin Park
Who Let The Dogs Out our bark
Eminem topped the chart
subwoofers rocked the cars
3 Lions on my shirt
penalty shoot out hurt
Red Rose on my shirt
England beat the Earth
2000 hid the beacon
01 my sport was peaking
02 girls heavy breathing
03 now lets repeat it
He had a master’s degree in English literature,
his voice flowing with words like a river in spate
made him an accomplished speaker of elegance,
an acumen he displayed for people to endure.
My first encounter with him was an exploratory one,
he had asked me what did I do in my spare time.
My interest I said was to write poetry in English,
the way I spoke he said I was a poet he knew.
To respond to his request I thought he made sincerely,
couple of poems I had to recite reluctantly for him.
He was exuberant praising the theme and the rhyme,
said I’d soon become a famous poet in the country.
Of my position in the literary scene I was well aware,
but when we’d meet he’d hail me as the poet of fame
in his usual manner of expression of linguistic flair,
and to me an obsessed habitual teaser he became.
As a student of literature how much he liked poetry
I wanted to find out to satisfy my sheer curiosity.
My offer of presenting him a few books of poem of mine
he didn’t take, lack of time was the lame reason he gave.
November 11, 2020
Contest : Judged By A Jury Of Your Peers
Sponsor : Mark Koplin
Culminated cloud cluster promotes ghost apparition
Robed in purity unearthly, portrayed as only option
Virgin white vision given blindly adopted approbation
Vulnerable youngsters succumb to scare doctrine
Commanding loyalty to solitary living love, avoidance
Real application sways wavering suitable standard
Message to refrain from rambunctious enjoyed by us
Marries happy with demean mist canon demanded
Susceptible pious victims of supercilious Lady Fatima
Follow sparse path shadowed in shame, illiteracy
Denied desire, myth written inhibits discerning latitude
Dogma's reason thinly rationed induces celebacy
Discipline within cage fears imminent mire of purgatory
Unlocked box predicts scrutiny of scare strung thesis
Indulging choice embraces mortal meridian exploratory
Ridicule of able arm splint, creed's hypnosis releases
21st October 2020
Written for Contest : Fatima
Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann
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