BEGINING, none that I perceive;
where that dot in time
where the dot or seed,
where the trigger
and the stripey tiger
that leaps ahead of itself?
Then
the linear sprouting’s
along an arrowing line
see how they are mine
yours are invisible,
you must follow your own thread.
TIME_______________
was there really a backwards
was there ever a forward?
What small rodent
nibbles this moment?
An imaginatively decorated
string, an intricately sewn
long-bone
that has walked you.
everywhere but here.
ENDINGS\\\!
The crunch is staggered, vaguely certain.
Some call it a pause, some, a full-stop.
All ‘what ifs’ are handicapped
by reason and chance.
Believe it or not
we must let go of our legbones,
leave and relieve ourself
of so many of those good things
that have danced us
down blind alleys,
backed us up
beeping like empty trucks.
Though the end be
a may be (maybe)
it is always shrouded in hope,
for the end will begin again somewhere -
anywhere
it must surely be
further than a pointing finger
and that could be an END
or another barrel
of swimming fish,
all dreaming of larger WAVES.
Let the so-called disharmonized melodies
Take away my intelligence quotient,
Let it send me away mentally, imaginatively.
Let the so-called unhealthy disease of epilepsy
Rob away the skepticism in human beings (away from me),
Let me feel and think deeply, more than averagely.
Let the so-called risk of illness
Envelope my physical body’s final moments of life.
Let me feel as if it’s a way of finding God personally again.
Let the so-called disorderly depression
Teach me the existential meaning of loneliness,
Let me feel down, but I believe I can turn it all around and ‘round.
- curiosity -
questions
imaginative
memories
- of -
the ravens raptor
remnant intelligent
existent world
- being -
as research oriented and
an imaginatively anticipating
tool maker with
- free will -
questioning
memories
of a changing world
stan sand
Spookily Bookily
Dramatic apogee
Edgar A. Poe's verses
Death from curses
Quite artistically
characteristically
His poems were renowned
to be profound
Gloomily Doomily
So methodically
he wrote of never more
and sweet Lenore
Poe was positively
Imaginatively
authoring horrid themes
to dire extremes
Foolishly Ghoulishly
Did Poe write lucidly
Now dearly departed
Tell Tale Hearted
Poems were tactical
Anticlimactical
He wrote of misery
and mystery
January 9th, 2021
Double Dactyl Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
WHICH POEM TO READ?
Adore a poem that fascinates and entices me
Touching each heart string with sadness or glee
Poets that pen imaginatively and bring,
Fantasy to life, love poems now that's my thing,
Then, look for a read with breath taking scenery!
Like it when Poets of themselves describe,
To this kind of poetry I ascribe,
Look for writes, in which I see
The crazy, creative, arty side of me
Or an unexpected ending,I enjoy and prescribe.
To be Entered in
"Fave Poetry Contest" Sponsored by; Line Gauthier
Your euphony
sounds like my epiphany,
he explicitly noted.
Your polypathic resilience
feels like my polyphonic resonance,
she compassionately warmed and comforted,
nurtured and nutritioned.
Your theologically divine relationships,
progressions through historical multicultural experience
think and feel my ecologically natural communions,
processions through polyculturing anticipations,
s/he silently sang,
imaginatively danced,
Not for future performance,
but from past inclusive participations,
co-investments,
compassionate regenerations,
dispassionate degenerations,
passionate incinerations,
Euphonic epiphanies.
Amiable alien
Beyond banishment
Calmly confides
During disaster
Every entity
Forever free
Generates gigantic
Heartfelt happiness
Imaginatively interlocking
Joyfully judiciously
Kinetic Kindnesses
Lightworkers lullaby
Mystical Metaphoric
Nuances nurturing
Orchestrated optimism
Promoting planetary
Quintessential quests
Respecting relationships
Silent Stargazers
Tending Terrestrials
United universally
Vindicating Venus
Wistfully Willing
‘Xtraordinarily ‘xtemporaneously
Zesty zenith.
I think once again you
will be able to write as imaginatively
as J.R.R and as humorously as Woody Allan
I have read both of their work and enjoyed it
So writers - pick up your pens!!
As for me I am hetero
Yes, I am a NY Giants fan!
I know some want the sport banned
But it is good for male bonding
I used to march down the field
playing the French Horn
Only problem was
it was too difficult an instrument to play
It is beautiful when played well
So is poetry when written well!
(The following is in homage of the art of Maureen McGreavy. Truly I mean this)
an albino
peacock
standing in snow
or
"White Out"
(the above blank verse can be imaginatively filled in by the reader)
or
"white out"
too many typoos
wait until later too fix
try too type too fasst
Thank you Maureen for all you have given me to read.
character
language
episodes
of
reminicences
of
imaginative
validity,
a new
dimension
envisioned
things
not ideas-
knowable
world,
things in
the particular
that
flutter
into life..
..awhile
inspired by WC W epic Paterson
I AM YOUR CHRISTMAS TREE
I am so pretty, I’d like you to see,
As I enjoy people looking at me
Whether man, woman, girl or boy,
I’m here to only bring you much joy.
I’m vain, my family has made me so,
I've also made them proud, I know.
I am a Christmas tree and every year,
I will see both a sad and happy tear,
Every year, I’m adorned with a new decoration,
Making me even more of a fascination,
By Christmas Day I will be so much prettier,
Making my family so much happier,
Presents hidden in my boughs and laid at my feet,
Bring thrills, laughter curiosity, what a treat,
My decorations and silver drapes glisten vividly,
When photos are taken I think imaginatively,
From which side will I glisten even more,
For treasures of memories will be in store.
BUT I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU
Yes I talk, and wish health and
Happiness to my near and dear!
My fairy lights will flicker and shine
Until we say Happy New Year.
( Entered for Christmas Tree Competition Dec 2018)
Rolling hills and dappling willows
Magnolias bordering each side
A mountain range set the background
Beneath a luxuriant bright blue sky
With wisps and trails of tiny clouds
The bright sunlight it dazzles my eyes
The blades of grass between my toes
These sensations make me realise
That within our minds we can create landscapes
And masterpieces of wonder and awe
A dog runs past, a aquirrel scampers up a tree
Butterflies fluttering everywhere I can see
Bees pollinating wild flows
I feel the freedom of beauty as I flows through me
We are artists we are designers
We are lovers living imaginatively.
Coffee's hot steam
and then I imagined it
that split second
before it touched my lips.
It did not disappoint,
and its flavor, intimate
as it met my tongue,
swirled imaginatively.
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Coffee
9/6/2015
Contest - Poems that did not
place and more!
Sponsor - nette onclaud
A win
let's get irrational
let's imaginatively think
let's quotient ideas fractional
let's think up primes distinct
let's see what we can make of it
let's examine possibilities
let's toss away the parity bit
let's forgo responsibilities
let's universally go to edge
let's carry ones to tens
let's farfetched, forgo a hedge
let's do it all over again
let's raise our lives so inclined
let's jump over the tick of time
© Goode Guy 2013-12-02
maybe it's really simple math that adds up
Dancing with butterflies
Flying through
Worlds of wonder
Imaginatively playful
Insatiable curious
Inventively adventurous
Happily honest
What more could she
Possess, pen to paper
Day time timid, night
Summoned adventurer
Flying wings of words
Friends, fields, birds, earth,
Death, pretty things,
Horses, almost anything
Free to be a child,
Any shape, size
Her pen decrees
Nothing escaped her
Honest appraisal, told its
Heart, like a revealing
3-D photo, then the deft
Ability to describe value,
Heft, meaning of things.
Story teller true, flare, power,
Whimsy wit. There’s nothing
More to say except to love,
Secluded, she wrote for herself,
Creativity bequeathed her to us.
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