Inquiries Poems | Examples

Portrait of an All-American Fe-Male

       When Joe was young he had tonsilitis 
        In grade school he developed bronchitis
            Later, elbow bursitis
            And Colitis, Neuritis
        Now that Joe’s old ~ he aches with arthritis

        Little wonder Joe’s gender-conflicted
        It could easily have been predicted
             Sick of sports injuries 
             Joe made some inquiries
        Plays dolls injury-free ~ he enlisted

Secrets

Do state secrets still matter much?
What is so horrible they would reveal
That could really astound as such
Though most horrible are the most real
Compile some selected facts
Into a confident narrative
Bolster it by the visual acts
To make it look imperative
Call all the other theories
Conspiracy and populism 
Never mind about your inquiries
That speak of the other ism 
States keep their secrets because
Not everything they like to show
No time for repentance, no remorse
For the truth that is kept unknown.

Beyond a Telescope

Beyond a telescope lies a million mysteries. 
There is space, a vacuum, filled with solar systems, 
And the most beautiful planets orbiting amidst the stars. 

Beyond a telescope there are comets which fly by as if they had wings. 
There are asteroids which can be fascinating, yet deadly, 
And there are puzzles waiting to be discovered. 

Beyond a telescope are the galaxies that could nourish life. 
There are spaceships searching for entities or beings to prove we are not alone, 
Looking for even the smallest sign. 
 
Beyond a telescope there is a cold darkness. 
There are unknown and uncalculated risks, 
And even petrifying thoughts. 

Beyond a telescope lies the knowledge for tomorrow. 
There are supernatural encounters, 
And boundless new opportunities. 

Beyond a telescope lies the answers no one asks. 
There are the investigations no one seeks, 
And the unanswerable inquiries.

Tactile Awarenes

She shared a tactile fancy
Explored the feelings of the world
Inquiries of subtle touch
Within her head vision unfurled 

She visited a wooded glen
Saw through sound and scent and presence
That she could hold within her hands
By touching life – it’s very essence

Also hear within old cities
Oily boisterous tarmac tales
Hold still the warmth of evening's kiss
Amid the rows of brownstone vales

But most she cherished faces true
To who they are and what they do
Wrinkles, creases, stories told
Once her’s the only one she knew

John G. Lawless
©6/13/2023

Crystal Brook Heroes

Our shifts are duly spent 
Of police duty known and meant 
And inquiries followed through
In the daily things we do

One day this can turn dangerous 
When this duty becomes onerous 
And an offender attacks unclean
With a sharp weapon stabbing mean

For Ian Todd and Jordan Allely were stabbed
At Crystal Brook by Sean Ferris so bad
And Ferris was shot down in the attack
With these officers surviving as a fact

But this was not the end of the fight
For Ian and Jordan it was not light
With a neighbour on the spot
Stemmed the blood flowing a lot

The other police ands paramedics were there
Saving both officers for operations later with care
We were all thankful for both being saved
Hoping and praying for their lives so brave

Hail to both of our brothers we say
Speedy recovery for them from the wounds that day
Our appreciation to all the emergency services helping them
And the neighbour a thank-you we send.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Questions

QUESTIONS….

They thought my
dinnertime inquiries
about their days at public school
were interrogations, investigations
pursuant to suspicions of misbehavior,
missing homework, dissatisfaction or
deeply hidden traumas needing parental 
intervention
I must have seemed imposing and 
invasive, annoyingly aggressive as 
I peppered them with questions, ignored
their heavy sighs of resistance, their impatient
rustle of reluctance and refused to accept
their silence as they hid behind their mother  
like Black Bear cubs in a forest making sense of 
dangerous smells
Unhappy in my marriage
all I wanted was to know them,
understand their thoughts and dreams,
share in every new adventure, in every exploration,
in every damn discovery and in the daily new
delights that only thoughtful kids delivered, 
full of bright and shining promises taking flight
toward the future, making me really glad
to love them, making me glad 
to be their Dad!

Remembering the Death of Jfk

Few now remember the horror of November 22nd
The year was 1963, and it seems a long time ago,
But by American history and memories reckoned
The death of the president far eclipsed Mar-a-Lago.

On that day President John F. Kennedy was killed,
Shot to death in old Dealey Plaza in Dallas, Texas,
It was said accomplished by a man not-so-skilled,
And the inquiries and investigations were endless.

For years news media commemorated the event
But, nowadays, scarcely a mention will be made
Seems how the passing of history to oblivion is sent
The world mourned when in Arlington JFK was laid. 

Written November 22, 2022

Box Turtle

Box turtle, box turtle,
Won’t you play with me?
I found you in the shady woods
Just underneath that tree.

Box turtle, box turtle,
Won’t you come outside?
Don’t stay all closed up in that shell;
You’ve got no need to hide.

Box turtle, box turtle,
How do you ever grow?
It must be hard; you drag that house
Wherever you may go.

Box turtle, box turtle,
How do you hide those feet?
The way you tuck them up inside
Is really pretty sweet! 

Box turtle, box turtle,
I’ll let you take a rest.
I guess that all my inquiries
Must have you pretty stressed.

Box turtle, box turtle,
I’ll sit and wait awhile.
It’s not like you’ll go racing off
And run a country mile.

Box turtle, box turtle,
You’ve really got a knack.
I hardly took my eyes off you;
O won’t you please come back?

Waiting To Die

We are all waiting to die and 
the way that we wait is the only thing 
that sets us apart. 

Most rather not mention or think about death
so they live every day as if another one 
is automatically guaranteed. 
Filling days with temporary delight 
and self inquiries into small fleeting pleasures.

Death doesn't amaze me but my prize for enduring 
this earth is what garners my attention. I sit anxiously 
in anticipation for what I have earned.

I know death will come for me when it is ready.
I respect death so I'm still here
just waiting to die

If You Asked, I Would Speak To You of God

If you asked, I would speak to you of God
pray tell – would you really listen
or would your mind be turning pages in reply
my inquiry rebuffed by righteous sigh.

Or would a probing thought from out the gate
cause you to summon those who keep the book
lest I test your faith with inquiries unknown
and the cover of your piety unhook.

And yet a fear resides within my soul
an aching to be freed of doubts parole
to grasp the essence of the truths I’ve known
to walk upon a path not found – but shown.

Call me what you will – but not a fraud
for if you asked - I would speak to you of God.


John G. Lawless
©1/2/2022

Celestial Moments

Celestial moments 
acquired while touching 
heaven's door 
Airtight dreams of gold
dust particles, 
finding their way home 

Across an aerial thresh hold 
a key hole of awe
soulant inquisitive inquiries  
how did I get here, 
do I belong here ?

My Way

MY WAY

I see reflections of my life, how I arrived
at this stage of my telling life, the phase I thrive.

Was a curious child with too many questions
that I kept to myself from my keen attention

for inquiries from a child were not welcoming.
Was hard to conform to ways, so disenchanting.

I was a rebel without a cause inside me
for showing off good reputation was not me.

Like going to church every Sunday was for show
for following and applying scriptures were low.

Complain, compare and criticize were always said.
Whatever is true, praiseworthy were not impelled.

Verbal abuse were there too, mean words stabbing you, 
affecting your belief, doubting their love for you.
 
The kind of environment they grew up, passed on
to next generation and could continue on.

I was a problem child for not caring about
others’ opinions of me, I could go without.

Being different was not easy; but being
myself, staying positive gave my life meaning.


7/28/21    An Interesting Couplet Poetry
                Funom Makama

Meter Used:  12 syllables (How Many Syllables)
Used:            RhymeZone

Picking Blackberries

Farther down the glade beyond Myrtle Creek
Where, as a kid, I went hunting for raspberries,
We discovered a ripening patch of blackberries
Grandmother and I went there for a solid week.
One early morning we heard a frightful shriek
And, we didn’t stop to entertain any inquiries,
Hastening out with half a bucket of ripe berries
Truthfully, in our stomachs, we felt kind of weak.

Grandmother’s pies were enhanced by the tale
Of our sudden departure from the berry patch,
And how we hurriedly left with a half-filled pail
We embellished the story of our quick dispatch,
Always leaving the impression, without a fail,
That we had met up with a real live Sasquatch.

Written July 3, 2021

Quietude

Quietude gives rise to
quandaries, inquiries,
quintessential musings,
quemeful meditations,
qualitative praises,
quantitative goals and
questions unquenchable.

5-22-2021
Q Pleiades

Don'T Need Your Political Monies Give Me Your Prayers Teaching and Helps-

Special license plated signing of $197 million dollar events;
Political confess rich ones have not;
Dredge the have nots includes Revelations protected children;
Government is an artificial expedition such,
it's a witch hunt;
Process uncomfortable;
Administration pursued multiple;
Challenges poverty iniquities;
Political inquiries; 
Let's find out where we went wrong;
Correct the problems; 
It's not about socialism; 
Help the poor in the spirit revision;
And the soul first teach them to fish; 
Don't just give them the fish;
Let's find out where we went wrong;
America!
Correct the problem spells resolution;
Government
I don't need your political monies give me your prayers teachings and helps;
Show me how to fish and help me keep my breath;

4/1/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

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