Alienated into thinking I needed validation
Becoming a little rough on the edges
Cornered heart seeks originality
Diamond mind has been rusted
Emotional value is increasing
Fighting through it all
Grandiosity never came
Hi everyone, what shall we do next?
Interesting way of introducing,
Jeopardising oneself, making myself the clown.
Kind enough to reinvent itself
Limerence of fanatical behaviours
Mandatory to health, sought no one's friend
Night vision has been done for
Optimistic endeavours led me to figuring out
Past the ambience of melancholic order
Questioning self worth isnt for me.
Naked David is extremely sexy:
oh, how magnificent is his young body!
Was he sculptured to shun shame and deceit?
Should he be dressed accordingly to meet
a certain social code of decency?
Naked David broadly appeals with his attractive traits:
chest, arms, face, glance and mighty warrior legs;
he was chiseled out from a very cold and massive piece
of marble: no soul touched it as if it had a disease!
David's vibrant youth is ever eternal, unlikely ours!
Naked David is the reflection of that innocent age,
his endearing look increases his imposing appearance;
is it embarrassment or a denial of sexuality?
Michelangelo was marveled at its grandiosity:
he created a stunning statue that emanated elegance!
Naked David ignores looks of lurid disgust,
many would cover him up, not only to repel dust;
would he project his angelic beauty to admirers,
and to us who shouldn't be ashamed of our bodies...
that need clothes to hide that specific private part?
Skiing downhill, exhilarating explosion of snow.
Knocks of life, this snowy week, worth the thrill ride.
I am on highs and lows - mountain peaks and valleys. Oh!
Introspection? Avoiding pines - in brightness I hide.
Nothingness of thought, neverland of Pan, fairy-glow.
Grandiosity of expanse - velocity of man’s sweet ride.
1/24/2023
Skiing Contest
Sponsor:Julia Ward
PRESERVED FOR POSTERITY
awesome sensations
compliant
rapid
prodigious
astonishing
a visceral
drifting into irrelevance
a cluster
of strange nostalgia
into memorys lane
a fragility
of existence
fusing emotion
a meditation
on mortal
summoning subtlety
with a distracting
aura
such allusions
of grandiosity
manipilated
recalled
by
experience
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Overcome by a wave of curiosity
I decided to try out seriosity
For which I'd no particular precocity
'Twas an ill-fated breeze of impetuosity
With visions absurd of grandiosity
I'd portray Julius Caesar with proper pomposity
Though, to be sure, my toga's fit was an atrocity
Not to mention my Latin dialogue's tortuosity
Yet utterly convinced of my latent geniosity
I spoke my lines with preternatural verbosity
Hark! Were those boos of unaccustomed ferocity?
~ To the nearest Exit, tomato-smeared, at hypervelocity...
MORALITY DIVIDED
Morality, where art, thou?
Good morals, down they go.
Greed, abuse of power, selfishness,
grandiosity, materialism, shamelessness,
all abound and promoted by reality shows.
Goodness is still around, as some show
their virtues, like acts of kindness, empathy.
Let us be united to bring back or show morality.
8/13/21 Submitted A Brian Strand Rhyme Me Poetry
Brian Strand
1/2/21 Morality Poetry Mark Koplin
Guaranteed Giver of goodness is my God of grace,
Guarding me, guiding me, His gazelle, I gladly graze,
In green grasses, He guides me with gentle governance,
Gaze on Him, I will one day, garbed with glowing garments,
Gleaming with glee, I glean greedily from His golden gems,
Glazed with gratitude, I genuinely gulp gospel truths like golems,
Gaining gaily from Godly gatherings across the glorious globe,
Like a garden growing with geraniums and gentians in good hope,
Gradually glancing towards glorification through heavenly gates,
Glimpses of great grandiosity beyond the golden street awaits.
12.11.2020
For Eve Roper's "Alliteration" contest
Be thou kindness, ruler in my heart!
Shake any evil from my quill.
No harsh words to depart,
To soil another poets will.
Let rays of sunshine beam from every line,
To brighten another poets heart.
My humble heart with theirs entwined,
In a gardenia scented poetic cart.
Oh, let me be humble at my best.
And see their talent in all its fine glory.
Put me to the Muses hardest test!
That I pen a poem, never to be sorry.
Above all, save me from my own pomposity.
For 'tis too easy, with pride to be bent.
Save me from thoughts of my own grandiosity.
Sitting alone in pride's lonesome tent.
February 24, 2020
11 am PST
Human beings possess a soul,
that belief makes us whole.
Conscious, sentient beings with feelings
our intelligence shatters glass ceilings.
Nature cultivates our growing curiosity,
while emotions fuel our grandiosity.
We are creatures of light
that sleep away the night.
As fledgling spirits in flight
we understand wrong and right.
(Rhyme)
04,03,2019
10 Lines, 5 Words: Rhyme III Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Lu Loo
You were perfect because you never
once said you were.
You were perfect because you never
had a harsh word for anyone.
You were there to quiet a heart in pain,
Not by lectures or grandiosity..
You just let me, be me.
I call that love...
Just by being you,
You softened my heart so utterly.
And in that sparkling moment,
Under the stars that emblazened
Our names in the sky,
The chariots of love arrived,
Binding us forever, in eternal desire.
Panagiota Romios
2/12/2019
Another World
Take a step into a world
where manic fantasies unfurl
and see the hopeless hope again
and live a dream within the brain
grasping neuron’s elevation
for some positive sensation
that resembles normal life
yet with just a hint of strife
which is that it won’t exist
in any form other than this.
Mania moves to make it so
and fills the face with radiant glow
as if a love was near around.
You must buy a wedding gown.
When everybody who you know
says that this just isn’t so
Reality, a step away
acted out in drama play.
Mistaken often for a rage
but grandiosity on stage.
Euphoria on disbelief
sheltered from the truth or grief.
10/26/17
Kaleidoscope of a rainbow's hope,
realizations of grandiosity from a splendorous mount-
A looking glass for a peace, alas,
crystallization of beauty from an azure fount.
Sunset hues of yellow and white,
with a splash of Prussian in rain's delight-
Contrasts of the day and night
with a flash of a lover's fantasy sight.
Spectrum dreams, not as it seems,
continuous light shines with fervor's gleam-
A rift of a cliff of a twilit stream,
clashes with reverie’s majestic supreme.
I've seen the beauty held in
a rainbow's desire, as the rain ends with sangria fire-
Releasing all the glow acquired with the flow,
glistened tints of pink sapphire.
Palatial sprays in canary ways are believed to
shower life with nectar,
my medallion stays on my porch
these days, and receive nourishment from a
butterfly collector.
Chartreuse and cobalt
with a splash of honeyed hazel shimmer,
brings abstruse beauty with a flash
of lovely palatial glimmer.
Date Written: February 13, 2017
I’ve been in complete seclusion since you left.
I’ve seen things...
Felt things...
I've needed things you couldn’t give.
I’ve been in complete seclusion since you left-
and now, my love, I find it hard to live.
I’ve felt the grandiosity of sincere isolation.
I’ve done things…
Regretted things…
Meddled in things with a passionate temper.
I’ve felt the grandiosity of sincere isolation-
but your scented neck I shall always remember.
I’ve bore the loneliness, like death calling.
I’ve created things…
Messed up things…
Mastered the art of solitude.
I’ve bore the loneliness, like death calling-
and now the confinement I wore has continued.
I’ve seen things,
done things-
regretted things…
I’ve lost all my courage, my strength in fortitude-
as I’ve mastered the art of complete solitude.
December 5, 2016
The hailings in the coridor of corruption
to the echoes of silence in the streets
Sirens whispering tales of wars
marines marching on looted lots
Justice is strangled by corrupt claws
Listen to the thunderstorm of civil lies
Masses keep mute in the well of woes
dreaming of dead democratic dividends
Ghosts pay the piper in Abuja malls
Poor traders dance naked in Alaba markets
The mother hen crows in the mourning
Our golden eggs are in one battered basket...
Strangers preen in the pomp of power
Danger sleeps on the lawn of loyal lies
Listen to the tales of ego from the west
He beats his chest with his tied claws
Echoes of error ran the errand quickly
gushing out of the gutter of grandiosity...
He belongs to nobody and picks nobody
Somebody actually belongs to somebody
I do not know the poultry she belongs
His living room and kitchen are his choice
She is confined to care, clean and cook...
Why bury the glow of the golden egg
washing down the wealth in her womb?
Why rock heaven's roof with tantrums?
She is not just the bed sinner of your world
but the queen of all golden layers
and players
even if she belongs to the other room.
Just the thought of you
inspires me to heights
of grandiosity and elegance
You coerce me to create
writings, poems of distinction
indubitably perchance
How does this entrancing
energy transpose into art,
permutations of heights
drifting through ions
of transposition, toughness
circumcises deliverance
It's a mystical phenomenon
that's existed for ages,
from the inception
of humanity's ineptness
through the age of technology
bolstered by craters
of existential drifting
through generations
parallel to the Muse.
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