The poet strings his words on feet,
While the songster sets his to the beat.
Are they similar or the same?
Are they different in more than name?
The singular of feet is foot.
A boot is where our feet are put.
The singular of beats is beat,
But that’s not where we put our feet.
And so it is, without dispute,
A beat to a foot we can’t impute.
An accent can’t go on a boot -
Except with accordion or flute.
Instead, the accent’s on the beat,
And that is also true with feet.
Categories:
impute, humor, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
We impute to the animal kingdom
human thoughts and emotions
My kitty licks herself, so I assume
she's a cleanliness bug
Yet when a big kitty, like a tiger
is eyeing me to eat
I presume that she's starving
when I'm just a real taste treat
Categories:
impute, animal, cute, food, me,
Form: Rhyme
HIDEAWAY
a
definitive
tendency
to impute
a
significant
reverence
to
detail
discovery
&
its rarity
to the
particular
beautiful
revelatory
& restored
the novelty
&
tantalising
significance
of
reality
of
being
alive
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Categories:
impute, poetry,
Form: Other
The word that you uttered
By me is heard,
By feelings on face gets unfurled—
An expression so mute
Not easy to impute…
Know not what makes it so endearing,
Is it the promise of coming spring?
…. …..
The black letters
Of your letters
Come to me with no such mask,
They tell me things but not so ask,
Come, all nude with nothing to hide,
Staying put for long to reside,
And then truth’s what I get to read,
A whisper, nor a whine indeed,
Every word read gets registered
In me, be it a promising warm spring
Or an autumn’s plundering long inning!
Yet, I’d any day your face,
In black letters where’s that grace?
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Musings |12.12.2021| Free verse
Categories:
impute, romantic,
Form: Free verse
Pay attention to the complete charge,
the complete charge is the most extra impute of all.
Criminal, complete charge.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the complete charge,
Gently it goes - the unscheduled, the duplicate, the surplus.
I saw the the brown containerful of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the brown bottle.
Now chromatic is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the brown bottle is colored.
Why would you think the continuous change is little?
the continuous change is the most big action of all.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the continuous change,
Gently it goes - the deep, the massive, the monolithic.
Categories:
impute, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Free verse
Beyond the Heart, the Head and the Soul reigns unsulleable Belief
How he blurted in a moment of self-lacerating glory-be pique
Who will in a thousand years retrieve my poems from digital rot
A thousand years grind grim in fermenting ocean-filth freak
Rather think in terms of a hundred or two twisted tight in knot
By then no scales may balance conflicting efforts set adrift
Wild tsunamis would have raged over lands and cities lying low
And the mighty and the rich abandon ports to set up amont aloft
And none will seek to extend meaning beyond the beclouded glow
None will batter brains split hairs over words poets proudly sow
No conniving committees allocate prizes as at musical-chairs play
Past the highest achievements scientific excellence on us bestow
For neither love nor purity of soul will be Man’s cultural mainstay
For the stunted Psyché still wallows in the Doldrums of Belief
By what we impute to holy Prophets Popes and Poets’ mischief
© T. Wignesan – Paris, November 7, 2019
Categories:
impute, philosophy, religion, science,
Form: Sonnet
By Christ’s imputed righteousness*
I’m adopted with God’s holiness.
*Romans 4:8 Blessed is the man to whom the Lord will not impute sin.
July 28, 2019
Categories:
impute, appreciation, christian, devotion, faith,
Form: Crystalline
Some men screamed in shock,
Some men demurred fiercely,
Some wagered lots of bucks,
Some resented me dearly...
But dead I'd rather be
If the truth I cannot tell
I choose to face without trepidancy
These attacking crimson bells...
What is this truth I am haunted for
Like mad dogs in mad streets?
That the blind see what you do not,
A darkness so complete...
But them who claim sight dispute,
They claim me to be insane,
How I dare impute
Comprehension to those maimed?
But I hold fast to my assertion,
I dare not give it up,
I closed my eyes for a session,
And felt my belief was strong..
For even when they were closed,
I could just as much see
Dark visions of hope
While you saw blood and steel.
But I do no blame you,
You spoke what you saw,
I spoke what I went through
With my eyes above the world...
Categories:
impute, allegory, confidence, visionary,
Form: Verse
Promises
Your promises that I had all trust in
lay quiet as logs of unbreathing woods,
Till wantings of my soul rose as fierce storms
to impute life into the forgotten,
Today you walk with me in moonlit night
as longings lay absolutely tranquil.
Written May 27th, 2016
In Iambic pentameter
For contest by John Lawless
Categories:
impute, beauty, relationship,
Form: Blank verse
July 29, 1890
Colored daubs and swatches
crave artist’s practiced hand.
Justice, nearly blind, yet watches—
unwrought art upon a stand.
Regard the brushes in a row—
the palettes and the sponges.
Genius maimed by status quo,
vain a hope that fate expunges.
Guttered myriad lifelong dreams—
in desperate ruination.
Fading now the piteous screams
of self-inflicted termination.
Time Passes
Abruptly then adoring praise—
contrived their sudden expertise.
Rude cabal who would appraise—
byzantine their guileful sleaze.
Each masterpiece a servant
of craven yearn and greed.
Bang the gavel, swift and fervent;
sate purveyors’ inveterate need.
Justice now is truly blind;
vanished those She would impute.
His final piece is left unsigned;
and undisclosed, for now She’s mute.
4th Place: I Love Rock and Roll
Inspired by Don McLean's song, Starry Starry Night
Categories:
impute, betrayal, corruption, evil, vanity,
Form: Quatrain
I twist my speech to seem, and be, as white and spotless bone.
Silence 'flecting, like a mirror, on the wall to show
man, so hypocrite and liar. This is who we are.
Man! The curse of sin has brought you far,
into the pits of lusting pyre. Engulf our spirit's flame.
Set afire desire for spit and skin,
bitter sweat, blood, and orifices.
The dawning of Aquarius. The sun has set on Pices.
This crooked generation, like as Sodom and Gomorrah.
As that faithful Lot, I am, and live amongst the tares.
My neighbors live and speak as I, when I can find no faith.
I guilty of the same as they, the Scripture saith.
I e'er be found in heaven... it be not that I am good.
Nor can I love God enough to trust Him as I should.
My own love and faith is full of fault and fear.
My faults and fears, my sin, is loud and clear.
If Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
impute not Life, a man is lost.
Categories:
impute, christian, dark, evil, lost,
Form: Rhyme
May the beneficent and infinitely omnipotent
Name of Jesus Christ the Son of God
Eternally impute blessings lofty and abundant
Upon the blessed memory and legacy so bold,
Of my beloved dad, revered and eminent,
Reverend Samson Singi who when seventy years old
Was called to be with his Master still humble and repentant!
Categories:
impute, father
Form: Rhyme