Cat-like, though yet woke
Aware, infer.
Curtain-like, eyelids
Whilst they quiver.
Girl, of this daybreak;
The smiler's own.
As for this prospect
Through a kiss, blown.
No one I know is OCD
I infer he’s talking ‘bout me
Why does he imply
With eyebrows perched high
Just say it plain you booboisie
December rains have dragged last, lingering leaves
down into litter. Sodden almond-casks
that once bore kernels, strewn discarded masks,
repose redundant. Thoughts are threadbare sleeves
devoid of comfort. Like a lonely cello,
the wind whips fitfully about its tasks.
A chaffinch flicks a fruitless shell, and asks:
the year must disappear to sere, to yellow?
Expecting legible patterns in dispersal,
she wishes worldwide winter worked for her,
have secret feelings yield the universal.
The nutshell, now inert, helps her infer
that life must die, but strangely, must prevail.
December’s just the belly of the whale.
Words may conceal intentions
Eyes often reveal right emotions
When reading a text, satisfy not with its literal terms
Go beyond the orbit to perceive what it affirms
Overwhelmed not with compliments
Their response in your absence matters
Don't reckon the people who display flaunt
Count your men when you’re in want
Never rely on other’s words to know what you are
Your conscience speaks better
Don’t infer that enemies always stand in front of
At times, they stand beside you
All who speak harshly are not bad
All who keep silence are not so good
Smeared smiles fail to erase the miles of differences
Greetings with inhibitions not be the loving treats
Yonder hills appear smooth and grey
Reality shows the grave difference
Putting two and two together to draw inferences
May not always be probable in life
"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly;
What is essential is invisible to the eye."
Placed : 3rd
The notions felt within our minds,
the thoughts beyond our words,
that flutter ‘cross the April skies
like butterflies and birds,
and settle ‘pon a distant soul,
will cause their hearts to stir;
the notion of our deepest love,
beyond what words infer.
May 18, 2025
Cinnamon dreams aren’t spun with sugar;
Far too spicy for an ounce of sweet,
they are swirled with a magical purr;
Hearing buttery speech you’ll infer
it’s much more than a sumptuous treat;
Cinnamon dreams aren’t spun with sugar;
Not too much glut is what you prefer;
On this diet you’re able to cheat,
they are swirled with a magical purr;
Somewhat of a high-end connoisseur,
their taste is on par with the elite;
Cinnamon dreams aren’t spun with sugar;
All natural, authentic, and pure
a label void of any deceit;
They are swirled with a magical purr;
Hit with a viral spike? Here’s the cure:
Keep it disarming and yet discreet.
Cinnamon dreams aren’t spun with sugar,
they are swirled with a magical purr.
One day she left her house, feeling out of sorts
as if some premonition spoke to her.
It said to just stay home; to not go out.
No logic in this, though, could she infer.
She ran her errands, then bought groceries.
To her car she went, exiting the store.
Discombobulation hit! Something wasn’t right.
That feeling now she just could not ignore.
A handsome man approached her as she neared her car.
It seemed as if that guy came out of nowhere.
She saw his knife, then felt its menace at her back.
She looked around; the parking lot was bare.
Discomfort and confusion turned into grave fear.
Like acid in her throat, great dread was rising.
Bound and gagged, how she wished she’d listened
to her instinct! Sadly, her fate was not surprising.
A yes or no is imperative; you must be all ears,
Guts must be taught to grab both decisions equally,
Sins are made through impetuousness;
Sit tight, think loud, be gentle with your thoughts;
A journey to the right side of your heart; flows through a tunnel of pity,
Stick with your backbone; strip with a sense of genuineness,
Condense all the haze, decisions made crystal clear like glass,
No guilt and no regrets of your past can interrupt the decisions.
Infer from what the response has served to you, take action.
A yes or no is imperative, can save you from being a liability for yourself,
also for others.
That
we are
cognisant
at this moment,
within this matrix,
is all we are sure of,
since even if it’s a dream,
attention held in time quanta
embraces and releases life’s pulse,
being movement of objects in space-time.
Knowing that our awareness oscillates,
even dying out during deep sleep,
we should not exist, yet we do,
which compels us to infer,
that form is an object
and we are formless,
feeling by touch,
realm dual,
here and
now.
Forging ahead, means so much to so many folks
for myself this means multi-planetary inhabitation...
this is a great undertaken cause many think it's a hoax,
Space X doesn't think so, nor I, as a matter of fact...
we need to hurry, hurry on up there, establish human,
existence, not to perish like dyno's did, stay focus on that,
why now, well we can, need to provide all people a living...
"one universal work force for humanity to survive",
think what this will accomplish, ramifications' stayin' alive
doom also gloom can happen any day, every day we do not...
launch our spaceships, set up infer-structure to these means
like turning our head, when passing homeless, also 'r' astronaut's
Read more and more,
View it not as a bore
Then, you can score
Ideas to finely soar
If you read the gist,
That act is the best,
You can skip the rest
And avoid the worst
After seeing the title
To buy, never settle,
Book may even rattle
Like a monstrous battle
By seeing the cover,
A book if you prefer,
You may then suffer,
Never blindly infer
If you see the fame
Or the noted name
In the writing game,
You will self-blame
Never buy a book
By seeing its look,
A very bad outlook
The book may cook
The number of pages
Won't give advantages,
Book may cause damages
If the author mismanages
Any book you must take
To know it is whose make
Dear, for Heaven's sake,
Fall not for any fake
If you give a quick read
Of few lines with speed,
You will then get a lead
For the purchasing deed
Book is the best investment
As its stay will be permanent
You can give it as a present
It won't return, if it is lent
A good book is a true chum
As its content will be a gem
That book is for brain a gym
And for the heart a hymn!
Try to be happy dear,
Instil into heart cheer,
Keep your mind clear,
Soul, with hope, steer.
Never entertain fear,
As worry turns severe,
Allow not doubts near,
Give not to gossips ear
God will surely interfere
If you pray despite tear,
God will secretly appear
As, prayer, He does hear
In a gloomy atmosphere
Peace will just disappear,
Solace is given by prayer
Due hope, it will deliver
A wise heart is hope-carrier,
A wise mind is ever sincere,
With an oath, start the year,
Never feel you are inferior
At you when adversities jeer,
Become a very firm believer,
God will remove every barrier,
He will bless you to be happier
When you try to get silver,
Gold, prayer will deliver,
Forget the Lord never,
Thinking you are clever
Believe in God's power,
He makes peace flower,
In bliss, He helps us tower,
He is noble souls' lover
God loves a true toiler,
He makes him not suffer,
He gives the best offer,
He fills kindly his coffer
If your mind gets fever
To God, hopefully refer
Your state, He will infer
And give the best buffer!
Require the rain to reign in raising the grain.
While the umbrellas are up, don't strain.
We must persevere in the face of weather
That doesn't imply if it's freezing or hot.
And it wouldn't infer if we like it or not.
Drops of downpour landed on my brow.
There was no shade, I had some of it on the bough.
Mists are becoming thicker and more obtrusive.
Rain is dropping quickly as the mud gets slicker.
I made plans to manage with what I bore thicker.
My palm was firmly gripped by a moist duvet.
My hair is damp and sodden, and I start to sweat.
I made every effort to tuck my head.
I ran as quickly as I imagined I would.
Regardless, ignoring the previous hood.
I was urged to the floor and fell wholly over.
I accept that is all I'm persuading the sober.
without having planned ahead of time.
that was anticipated and came to pass.
If there's nothing visible, assay to bear a brass.
Written: March 15, 2022
You're a Weather Forecaster Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
A bustling presence doesn't infer inactivity.
Showing improvement with a crucial flurry.
Prance ecstasy embracing a harsh ignite.
Self-start binge; don't leave behind a Dwight.
With verve and enthusiasm and consistently in awe.
Work never finishes, and objectives won't ever overdraw
Poise unblemished, musings precise, cerebrum contriving.
Embrace morals and allow them to tackle directing.
Being significant, something to depend solely around.
It makes sense that progress is being found.
Written: August 27, 2021
Final Destination
Life is ephemeral essence drifting above ocean of ancient land
Breathing this invisible potion created by the indomitable hand
Across eternal realm imbued are sacred obligations to embrace
Variation between size and shape or equality of time and space
Presentations of unbiased or prejudiced adjudications may infer
Enlightenment or frailties flowing within supreme joy or despair
Blind faith adrift incapacitating spirits in a collective mind exiled
Asserting all components in the universe are creations of a child
The seed in its innocence cleverly uncovers the ideal depression
Defying the speed of light the snail achieves its final destination
Penned:07/27/2016
1:37 a.m.
West Palm Beach
Florida USA
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