As a kid, if I fell down
and grazed my knee,
my Mum, she would attempt
to comfort me,
with a sticky plaster and, 'There, there,'
to which I'd reply,
'Where, where? Here?'
'No, there,' she'd sigh,
'But where's there?'
inquisitive as always, I would ask,
as a sensitive, yet difficult, child,
I was quite the task,
with cuts, bruises and sprains,
more than a handful, no less,
otherwise, born to run wild,
a piece of work in progress.
What is love? A feeling? An emotion? An act of? A word?
It was always something that I've heard
But the more I hear it, it sounds absurd
Living in a world of inhumane
Sometimes I think that I'm insane
Nobody wants to take accountability nor the blame
But constantly out looking for fame
And for what, to show the world of what you lack
Insecure, inconsiderate, insensitive, anymore "in-"s you'll be out of whack
But what is love? Something that we all are trying to search for, but what people fail to realize, love is within
Not with-out which will leave you without in the end
The tree stood tall, looking at me,
as if iit had eyes looking exquisitely
Staring with questions, I have no answer for
Grounded in life with deep roots to the core
Strong, enduring, through all seasons to face
Many trees fill mountains in this northern place
I looked at the tree still and silent as can be,
knowing all the while, it has lessons to teach me
Heidi Sands.
4/28/24
(Copyright
What lies beyond the bounds of our belief?
The cosmic code that we can never crack
The shades of glory and of grief
The endless edges of the track
What lies beneath the brilliance of our brain?
The wisdom that we often waste
The whispers of the wild and sane
The growth that we can never taste
What lies above the azure of our air?
The mystery that we can never solve
The forces that both bless and scare
The harmony and havoc that evolve
What lies within the wonder of our will?
We can reach our goal with vision call
But the whole, that we can never fill
To collect the stars is everyone’s goal
I'm a little bit curious
About the kind of wisdom
That brings understanding
The kind that brings peace
Which leaves joy in your soul
When life can be spiralling
Tedious but still beautiful at most sight
I'm just inquisitive about this hidden
jewel called living
Since day one, Greta has melted my heart.
Inquiring, curious right from the start…
When we played “Let’s go see!”
she would cackle with glee,
but oh can that girl have big come-aparts!
Inquisitive mind,
precious, sweet face.
World full of wonder,
brought here by grace.
Universe opens
just out the door.
Nature is calling;
much to explore.
Things I would show you:
to seek, to avoid.
Patience: a treasure;
don’t be annoyed.
The woods, they are calling,
and everything talks:
still quiet voices
from underneath rocks.
The black salamander:
inside your head,
he might seem scary,
but wiggles instead.
Shy little turtle,
scared in his shell.
Hold him so gently,
then wish him well.
Hiking with Greta,
precious and sweet;
when you are three,
everything’s neat.
can i come in
to taste the flavor of you
admiration cherry
so sweet that it softens the bitter part
can i come in
to sample the nectar of true ecstasy
admiration cherry
more unique as it ages
can i come in
to do a thorough analysis of the wetter texture
admiration cherry
a more rewarding earning of your love's expression
can i advance north
i have never seen a heart smile like an emancipated surprise
i wonder how it inspires your mind
it will be the most fun being greedy for even more of you and your depth
Leonardo da Vinci felt flying
was possible, sketching wings in detail.
And the fact that birds flew kept him trying,
even when all of his efforts would fail.
An artist and a brilliant engineer,
he designed dreams drawn by his gifted pen.
But his passion for flying was sincere,
although that goal eluded him back then.
All his life, he invented contraptions
designed to unlock the secrets of flight.
And his alterations and adaptions
haunted his inquisitive dreams at night.
Yet, despite how much one may desire it,
some indulgences fate will not permit.
- 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
"Mommy, is god everywhere?"
"Yes, honey, god is everywhere."
"Does that mean god's in the toilet?"
"I suppose so."
"If I flush god is he still in the toilet?"
"Yes, he'd still be there."
"Is god in the pus from a popped pimple?"
"Go cut me a switch so I can give you a whipping."
Does ‘it’ exist?
Should I persist?
To chase ‘it’ down,
All through the town.
What is its shape?
Is ‘it’ a grape?
Or coffee cup?
Oh, I give up!
No one will say,
By the way,
What ‘it’ looks like,
When ‘it’ will strike.
Have I missed ‘it’?
Has ‘it’ split?
Please help someone,
Before it’s gone.
Where could ‘it’ be?
Will I ever see?
Or recognise?
Will ‘it’ surprise?
Does ‘it’ appear during the night?
To give me a gigantic fright,
Or maybe just throughout the day?
For that I am prepared to pray,
I’m almost done, I cannot cope,
This thing called ‘it’, I live in hope.
Do you know what?
Almost forgot,
It’s time to play.
Leave ‘it’ today!
About Trump Am Inquisitive
About Trump I appeared to be inquisitive;
No wonder we do seem to be so sensitive
Doing things reprehensive and expensive.
Jim Horn
Glad to see I have motivated other
poets to write about Trump. This was
created by the Trump poem of the Day.
If you can't say anything good about
anyone don't say anything. You could
hardly hear the hush that appeared
about Trump.
An inquisitive mind..
Wants answers
One who is always searching
Searching for unsolved mysteries
Mysterious occurrences in life...
An inquisitive mind is always fascinated..
Fascination of this wondrous planet
A deep desire of unraveling anything from its infancy
A burning curiosity...
Why is always the question..
Ask you shall know
Ask you shall receive
All information is at your doorstep
Of which is stored in your subconscious..
Inquisitive allows knowing...
Inquisitive allows learning
Inquisitive allows teaching..
An education which is priceless..
He or she who asks
Shall become your teacher..
technology, trucks and mountains of toys
imagination triggered
five awakened senses
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
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