the invitation was put into my house anonymously
come follow me
no signature
I had no idea whence it came
my guesswork could be spot on or spot off
I thought I should accept it
since they figured out how to get into my locked house
how would I get my acceptance accepted?
it was a quandary
Mutant metronome’s
stygian riddle
inscrutable fixation
spuming
clustered clairvoyance
honing snoopy
quest querulous
quicquidlibet
tamper connived
sinewy stratagem
plimsoll plot
“sneaker” of
wily webfooted
nefarious nudge
at
tenebrific toll
maple smoke
screen screed
clandestine
cobwebs cohere
mohair marinated
muddle
subdued thespian
herringbone hoodwink
skewed camouflage
perused pearl
inveigling
skulduggery rife
underscored cadence
persuasive
percussive rattle
ubiquitous underbelly
prop to
dodgy dialogue
muted ritardando
silhouette streak
dangling magnet
mired in
gauche guesswork
subterfuge sciophobia
inkpot
amorphous machination
fiction wizards
emblazon
indices incipient
embryo empiricism
mouldering
cabinet coterie
spookish svengali
minatorial
repercussions
incurvate
sniffer dog
detective
poirrot’s prognosis
clouseau contingency
that
rivetting mystery
I'm lost in there
battered between form and function
existing in the guesswork
institutionalised by containment
figured out on the block
measured by what takes up space
every layer perfectly in place
to provide freedom to conform
I merge and merge again
despite being part of no plan
unstoppable in my inexplicable existence
tip out my untapped potential
lay me on the table
busy yourself with dissection
broken up into components
I can do no more
cannot be put back together
an empty head
with no view of itself
an offered up cadaver
any day of the week
commodious cave
room after room after room
culture disappeared
hundreds of theories
anthropology studies
merely guesswork
What do a Jeep, a Ford and a Chevy have in common?
Wheels, air, heat, dashboard, chrome, bumpers, seats,
Steering wheel, headlights, tail lights.
I start to wind down on my guesswork.
He does not nod so I start up again.
Tires, hoods, knobs, door locks, door handles
Keep going he says
Engines, carburetors, windshield wipers.
I can see him shaking his head no
Go on, he says.
But I do not want to.
Dear Human
I am glad you came to me seeking rede.
Surprised that my intelligence is greater.
and different than yours.-nuff said.
You are wondering how this is possible?
Are species is pan galactic.- plausible.
All cells neuron’s as you scientists surmise ,
Terrestrial cells are 2-20 micro meters in length .Celestials vary in size.
Over time cells on earth grew are called hyphae.
Over cosmic time cosmic cells grew into huge hyphae .and then into hyper intelligence ..
Your more aware scientist think the cosmos
is alive.
.Our species on earth. create an organic network
It did not take much guesswork - just teamwork.,
In space races linked into one mind
A unitary mind -where no soul is blind ,
Before this happens Humans must stop war
Turn weapon into livingry, forever,
And put into practice works of Fuller too
The Cosmic envoys messages are due,
Also the Venus Project is important
If it is wisely installed not discordant,
I read your mind ,Child. .I jest not..
Lastly eating mushrooms are good for you.
Cook them in a pot.
Good for brain bones and flesh too.
Eating Lions Maine improves your brain..
Yours in unity
A Mycelium That Speaks
I never measure or use a straight edge
Ruler? Measuring cup? I scoff at these tools.
I approximate everything that I do.
That is why I am a folk artist, not a fine artist.
I cook with total imprecision too
Guesswork is my best friend
I toss in a dollop of this and a dash of that
My husband runs when he sees my surprise casseroles.
The so-called experts have been saying lately
There's a slow down in global warming
It's true, it hasn't been very tropical lately
Global warming is under performing
Do you think it's possible it just could be
A normal fluctuation in the world's temps
But who am I to offer this assessment
Why they're fluctuating to this extent
Could it possibly be the experts have it wrong
Oh forgive me for suggesting such a thing
After years and years in “forecasting” school
With diplomas under their wing
Weather forecasting is a lot of guesswork
Next to impossible to predict the future
There's so many variables to affect the outcome
Even with all those fancy computers
My
candle
said to me
soon I will rest
for giving you my best
as I have melted my girth
as the wick wanes in my worth
I will flick away my ember
and lastly, remember
the time when you
light up my life
Think accurately
Prefer not to choose guesswork
Wins absolutely.
Mugged by the air
the day dreamed on
long past half-past nine.
A man who had suffered
not nearly as much as he should have
neatly folds his ego away
into a glass suitcase.
Taking no chances
he advances.
What actually happened next
had everything to do with glass suitcases,
but, as usual he guessed wrongly.
No connection betwixt one thing and another
was made
and so, what may have happened
failed entirely
to make its timely appearance.
It was five minutes past four
in the afternoon
before what did not happen,
finally showed up
panting and quite out of breath,
but by then,
neither he nor anyone else cared.
Dont you worry about
my cloudy sky,
for I was born
under it.
The reasons why,
is right here,
and It's here,
where I sit.
But that's the concern,
of the authorities,
as precious time,
still ticks away.
There's reasons why,
A heart stopped beating,
call me a fool,
call me a liar.
Anyone with a nose,
can smell it,
the poison,
the stench of cover ups.
She put them in the grave,
then dug them up,
because they weren't,
dead enough for her.
Sackcloth and ashes,
the height of her fashion,
her strange and vile little world,
surrounding herself with grey.
Her light was dark,
the black and white,
of right and wrong,
didn't matter to her.
Not with knowledge,
but with guesswork,
she hung the laundry out,
already dried.
It's the reason I sit,
under clouds waiting,
for the rains,
to justify.`
the world is random actualities
and
logic shapes of mind are the realities
direction of time is a probability constant
called
the omega of predictable possibilities
it is first and last with respect change
because
gambling by guesswork is of wide range
with chances of failure like walking on ice
its why
someone is chosen for the supervision off-ice
its best that controller have dedication to task
so
the march across time is not pure chance and risk
for that leader to do nothing and not pass the buck
means
they are in irrational self-denial running purely on luck
it is a con used by a child to escape doing a task
or
used by a bankruptcy fall guy whose job is to be last
self-denial is blindness to one's own inexpertise
just
a hidden way an ego does plead 'don't choose me again please'
stan sand
*Image of Couple Love Nature by Pixabay*
Splendor In The Grass
Humbly, I forage nigh the Irish springs,
In earnest quest of a four-leaf clover,
Augments my spirit a bit of luck brings,
A rainbow bridge where love can crossover.
Lucent fairies wand dreams magically,
As waxen clasped wick gifts a spark inflame,
Said be true interludes that passion be,
Deep within vessels for lovers to claim.
Moist arrow tips with a potion of lure,
Propel assuredly for patient hearts,
Pierce beating veins and ignite the amour,
Serenade a moonlit dance, hope imparts.
Guesswork fumbles in broad daylight splendors,
As nightfall conspire diverse stargazers.
2019 November 28
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND 1093
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 21
*3rd Place*
Love Me Like You Mean It
~~Julie Leigh Rodeheaver: Judged 2020 January 20
*HMS & RZ
General grammar generates guesswork gaining great glitches grammatically
Contest: Tautogram
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Date created: 10/21/2019
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