Young Frankenstein was a straight A student,
but, he did some things maybe he shouldn't -
like that time in the lab
when he took a strange stab
at an experiment, most imprudent.
I think I am.
I think, therefore I am.
I think I can.
I think I can, without thinking.
I can't empty my mind.
Why would it ever be vacuum within -
floating, mindless, selfless, ego-less, endless?
But I want to be simply blameless,
as myself, unaware of itself.
Freed from judgment's reach.
Impartial, free and imprudent.
A trace just barely aware,
of what's there, that's all!
A tiny stem-cell explant, a kernel extract.
A little less certain.
Just a tad more than nothing.
I've no strength left to keep fighting,
motivation has worn off like stealth;
voices have no happy sounds,
faces are sad, nobody laughs...
I'm a ghost wandering among the living;
I walk past a cemetery, I smell death!
Isn't it awful to hang on this impertinent illusion,
keeping away the incoherent threat of intrusion?
I spoke sweetly avoiding a harsh voice of villain;
I couldn't tarn the image of perfect gentleman!
Tragedies happen to give us a warning,
who learns from them realizes calamity;
who's proud and fearless understands nothing,
do the strongest show resistance or fragility?
Hanging on this impertinent illusion
makes me fallacious in imprudent decision;
it's incumbent that I exercise extreme intelligence,
not to fall prey to mistakes that bear a consequence!
Rebuke me, if I seem too delirious swaying from commonsense,
it's not stubbornness but deliberate frustration to make me err;
the little hope I held onto has withered and become tremendous fear:
they all agree that hanging on this impertinent illusion is my past tense!
No Alice in Wonderland
Callous
Alice
Sacrificial Lamb
Blame me
Amy
Fan of the Panda Bear
Andie
Pandie
Miss Hollywood
Star Queen
Arlene
The Trifling One
Petty
Betty
One Gorgeous Redhead
Henna
Brenna
Miss Sophisticated
Classy
Cassie
Not so Sophisticated
Gassy
Cassie
Miss Detective
Police
Clarice
Fragile: Treat with Care
China
Dinah
Miss Flamboyant
Showy
Chloe
The Lesser of the Flamboyant ones
Tawdry
Audrey
The Laggard
Lazy
Daisy
The Imprudent One
Folly
Dolly
Stars in her Eyes
Eileen
Sky Queen
Earth Girl
Terra
Farrah
Parchment reach reap, continual column
Turns over huge too ripe drooping vegetables
Dirt encrusted, grit bitter varietal problem
Sown hammock slack jowls of expired eligible
Rows of sour seeds scatter, screen remote
Hits rock of dark past in cyber seclusion
Parsnips tumble imprudent from trenchcoat
Revelations conspire as a cosy delusion
Bedroom Belle picks weakness with a sickle
Amps up apathetic with chicken meal
Prods tired produce, hoary humour tickled
Caustic crop farmer fertile hands heal
Twenty Seventh of June
Twilight clients of Jezebel
Despair
The inexorable pain of unrequited love within a caring soul,
young dreams dashed upon the rocky shores of despair
and in one fleeting moment all is gone
to the loved ones about them.
All the wisdom of the universe,
between the pages of time at the fingertip,
all for the asking and the page not turned,
the question not asked the lessons not learned.
Desperate lives within the worlds of the mind’s creation,
lost to obscurity and oblivion inside the single act that cannot be undone.
The sweet experiences of life’s pain and pleasures of the Mind beyond endurance,
squandered by the actions of a harlequin of little forethought,
as to the ramifications of this parsimonious act.
The self-destructive self-serving imprudent act of taking ones own life,
in a moment of despair and the anguish of depression.
Suicide is forever.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
MY DREAM VACATION
Sharing juicy oranges on a dusty Spanish pavement
The cloudless sky offers no respite from the relentless sun
Free of time concerns, we cycle to our next ad-lib adventure
Guided by suggestions not structure
Blown by the wind, we wing it to wherever
We are not bound by the books
They say: "life is just beyond your comfort zone"
I would add "memories do not follow a timetables"
The unknown awaits the unscheduled
I will long remember the feel of the sticky juice on my hands but the memories of luxury dinners have faded
But planless isn't always painless
Carefully consider your companion
A timid friend will be too traditionalistic to escape
An incautious friend may be imprudent or frivolous
A considered choice of companion opens off-road experiences
Be brave, be adventurous
Escape from conservative chains
Liberated, fly free.
Sponsor L MILTON HANKINS
Contest Name MY DREAM VACATION
Written 29 March 2022
The world of Digital
Makes life integral
Matrimony or money
Technology admits so many
Youths are busy
But imprudent use of technology makes them dizzy.
Change is permanent
Adopt without argument
The whole world in techno clutch
Except the healing human touch!
Thank God!
Let's explore digital technology Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Simon Rogerson
Date: 12-03-2022.
At the road’s blind end at the edge of distant glen,
faded red arrows showed the unpaved pathway,
winding through thicket to the hidden rose garden.
Why charming rose was nurtured secretly far away?
Rose seekers should track the scent, some would say.
I tried but couldn’t find the way to the rose garden,
the posy of red rose for your birthday I failed to get.
You thought it was an imprudent act of neglect brazen,
my unintentional lapse upset you so much, I did regret,
a misfortune, my rosy heart I gave, you hadn't seen yet.
November 16, 2021
Contest : Rose Poetry
Sponsor : Robert James Liguori
To be generous without greed
is the commitment I'm making;
satisfaction comes from rendering
one happy, not repaying the deed!
The quest for truth is for the bold to ensure,
and certainly not too imprudent to follow;
one must show persisting fortitude and allow
patience not to wear out but to continue
to strive until certainty is that solemn promise
uttered sweetly contemplating a brighter sunrise!
In all my envisioned glory, all I wished in care-free youth was
the idyllic tranquility of landscapes broken by a running stream,
skies radiating with light and magnificently dressed in blue;
who wouldn't listen to the starlings serenading to their mates?
See me observing aromatic roses gleaming with sunrise' dew,
see me picking daisies for mom to make those hazel eyes gleam!
To be generous without greed seem such unrealistic words
spoken by a visionary mind awoken in mid-sleep by an echo of terror...
to adapt a diverse creed and restore the faith violated by selfish Lords
who kept all the gold and gave none to the vagrant beggar!
To whom it may concern,
Wishing to more learn
About the bearer, our ex-student,
He was a Great Sympathizer of ‘The Imprudent’…
Worldly wise and to a fault bright,
He was to become a familiar sight
In nearby restaurants selling African Salad
And European marmalade;
For both, often parting with four British pounds
The former sometimes ordering in mounds…
Was seldom appearing in our school uniform,
For which we did his guardian inform;
His craving for muftis of a shouting colour,
Besides the unusually paler…
Continually would laugh at his notebooks
And, not once, fleeing from his textbooks
All their pages dying to be opened
But in return childishly roughened…
Till date, not conquered by a fresh-smelling cane;
Rather only once cried to cowhide’s pain…
Just the Mount Everest he hopes to ascend some day
And from it's peak pick what would him well pay
We’ve, you can see, ENJOYED Billy Burn
And now it is your more fortunate turn!
'Like the silence that screams, cursing solitude...
whispers of faith sing patiently with prayers.'
(Quoted by Regina Mc Intosh)
Hung suspended from hive rafters hexagonal
Leader Lady Ruler Bee gorges imprudent
Heavy duty seeps striped desirous abdominal
Workers hover, rush beneath Queen exuberant
Team enthusiasm pumps a syrup scaffold
Propolis produces massed mission belligerent
Numb buzzing bumblers fumble fated cuckold
Hunger for cohesion, gold body encompass
Busy anonymous paupers, sources unresolved
Eager in sweetness, clan clustered accomplice
Reverently fulfills each gluttonous request
Swift need swords stung in caustic redundance
Plump with pupae, flightless wings flouresced
Polar iceberg cream honey hearts can't ingest
13th January 2021
Written for Contest: Terza Rima Quote
Sponsor: Regina Mc Intosh
Old Pantaloons, a Chiasmus
by Michael R. Burch
Old pantaloons are soft and white,
prudent days, imprudent nights
when fingers slip through drawers to feel
that which they long most to steal.
Old panty loons are soft and white,
prudent days, imprudent nights
when fingers slip through drawers to steal
that which they long most to feel.
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I am humbled because I've experienced humility.
I am encouraged because I've been discouraged.
I am confident because I've seen hope.
I am beautiful because God has given me life.
I am forgiven because I've admitted guilt.
I am responsible because of irresponsibility.
I am qualified because I've had experience.
I am open minded because of the bigger picture.
I am empathetic because I've seen apathy.
I am strengthened because I've been weakened.
I am happy because I've known sadness.
I am loved because I've experienced hate.
I am gentle because I've seen roughness.
I am peaceful because I've experienced violence.
I am powerful because I've been powerless.
I am wise because I've been imprudent.
I am uplifted because I've been depressed.
I am knowledgeable because of my teachers.
I am successful because I've known failure.
I am compassionate because I've been heartless.
I am all of these things and so much more.
I am human.
10/20/16
Forgive me if I seem imprudent
I am not trying to be impudent
And I am not trying to be impertinent,
I am just trying find some contentment
While trying to avoid any resentment,
Caused by me seeming aloof and unpredictable
I find life more exciting and irresistible,
When caught in moments of time divisible
I have no desire to be at all miserable
And every single present second is incontrovertible
And all I see is clearly discernable
In a world that is cold but is reversible
Existence without you would be untenable
Leaving me to being susceptible
With a motivation barely detectable
I am a person who can seem invisible
In a life that very rarely seems to ever care at all.
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