INTUITIVE ENCAPSULATIONS
indefinite
spaces
surmised
the
travelled
paths
inwards
&outwardly
shaped
figures
&
ciphered
coincidentals
in
philogious
wonder
scripted
with
inspired
pointers
invariably
linked
To you, I must always be veridical,
The amor I have, will invariably be plentiful.
I'm in shock and awe, at how hard I fallen,
On hands and knees, I'd come crawlin.
A twinkling gleam, that dances in your eyes,
You're sparkling smile, that makes me think I want a prize.
Fine tone arms, I long to embrace,
Not being able to hide, the smile etched upon my face.
A gentle touch, from your angelic hand,
Would make me quiver, with the end of my hair, would stand.
Slender back, giving way to an exquisite rear,
To tell you I love you, I'll not ever fear!
When I recalled my college days
spent mainly in a drunken haze
Invariably I’d wonder why
job posts read ~ ‘Degree required’
Intrinsically dull
he tried to raise hell...
In the card game of life
invariably shelled
Why does the trolley
dolly or cart
I choose to use
in every supermart
always have a wonky wobbly wheel
and feel oh so wearing
as if it's about to lose
its marbles or ball bearings?
It clunks like junk with a 'thunking' sound
and almost dumps
my groceries on the ground
won't go straight
invariably tilts veers
careens or curves
and without a doubt
indubitably gets on my nerves
Heavily guarded heart,
wearily navigating life.
Like a fugitive,
invariably primed,
for that final day,
to be discovered,
apprehended,
imprisoned eternally.
Snapping shut like a bear trap,
only able to be opened,
by the strongest of love.
The kind of which,
only transpire in dreams.
If you dare,
to let your heart free.
The most painful paradox.
The baby sat joyfully on her lap
The mother on his tender thighs did tap
It tickled the boy to laugh and laugh
He was just one and a half
Both invariably enjoyed that sport
No one came in between their fun to abort
The baby had such fairy grace
Kiss after kiss she planted on his face
The blissful pair looked ever so cute
Who on earth can their oneness thwart?
Backward Thinking
Miracle Man
9/16/2024
The tranquility that so often i readily enjoy,
is invariably the precursor for a coming storm.
Spewing words at me to browbeat and destroy,
is seldom the impetus that forces me to conform.
Over the years some have tried to make me do,
and more than a few have made me wish I’d done.
On occasion I’ve bitten off more than I could chew,
but once a fracas starts it’s too late to be undone.
Emilia J, so lovely and light, no sun-bearing song, could be singing so bright,
In the heat of the day, or the chill of the night, Emilia J, is a beautiful sight,
At the core of the Earth, or the crag-bearing crust, Emilia J, is a beacon of trust,
If you batter your bread, in a bag-tearing bust, Emilia J, is a poetry must.
Emilia J, how great can you be, writing your poems from the top of a tree,
The crows are upset, invariably, but Emilia J, is a blossom to me,
Her writing is finer than rabbits have hares, Emilia J, is a friend to the bears,
If poetry, possibly, prickles your pears, Emilia J, is a poet who cares.
In tastefully lined up pots in a row,
Multi colored balsams in clusters grow.
A visual treat to adoring eyes,
But never a haunt frequented by bees.
Balsams do not need much care, yet may fade,
If not allowed a little shade.
Flimsy they are of delicate stems,
With light green leaves of serrated hems.
Growing in my neatly laid up yard,
They invariably make me glad.
Gleaming in the first rays of summer sun,
By their simple beauty, my heart they have won.
Unlike the charming red, red rose
Hardly any poet, on them, odes compose
They have no scent, yet as a colorful throng,
In my courtyard, proudly they belong
When the flowers wither, pods appear
In time for self- dissemination, prepare
When fully ripe, the pods explode
And seeds fly as birdies from their nest to explore!
Thus, Nature’s ways are so amazing
Even in plants there's an inherent training
For seeds to leave the comfort of their pods
And find their own space fighting all odds!
What am I?
I’m great fun and sometimes crazy,
Loud or soft with moods quite hazy,
Full of love, sorrow, unrequited loss,
One minute happy another sullen, cross.
I see the world in shades of neon gray,
Rarely do I care or anyone obey,
My vibes are epic, they constantly perplex,
Full of contradictions, invariably complex.
I can praise the Lord, drink myself into a stupor,
Stalking the room with unrequited humor.
Sex is my go-to, gentle or pulsating,
Not always happy, at times tearfully heartbreaking.
I know the secret to capture every heart,
Life would be intolerable by keeping me apart.
Whatever you may think this is no passing phase,
I'm known to be pervasive and hound your mind for days.
My moods are epic, a journey to discover,
Your friend to soothe you or belatedly recover.
Come on - What am I?
RAI/3/24
Back in the day stares into space
Many a moon
Never is a one-track mind
Forever one moment at a time
While it seems like a decade ago
Sometimes clocked out yesterday
Hours are away operating
Infinity is perhaps everlasting
Days on end makes a statement
Chronology hides the logbooks
Present being invariably in season
Later is a future occasion
Tomorrow right to the left
In a second too far
Indefinatly is instrumental convergence
End is fueled by absence
Possibly without a cause
Today is a good day
I wonder what it’s like
Inside an iceberg, lo
Ice-encased and frozen
Indigo-hued and so
Invariably cold;
I wonder if I’d be
Impressed with what’s below
'Several opinions on same issue if followed simultaneous prime target may be
spoilt’ ..... Poet
OPINIONS
Own opinion is priority on any outcome or happenstance.
Person to person opinions vary on same topic or occurrence.
Invariably some are strong, some weak.
Next comes analysis, not to be influenced to pick up quick.
Inevitable controversy : Take advice but don’t be prompt to apply.
Onward , rationalise the matter from all aspects to justify.
Need to establish prime consideration before to certify.
Several opinions may be consulted but own decision to rely.
In evermore the star displays
will surely show their stellar days
to planetary dwellers there
whate’er their sentient being flair
or parallels to earthly ways.
Such myriads of beaming rays,
how could they not a welcome gaze
shine down somewhere on living lair
in evermore?
Oh let us life learn how to praise,
as Nature’s artistry portrays,
esteeming all with loving care
while guardians of what we share,
with reverence at every phase
in evermore!
~ Harley White
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The poem is in the form of a rondeau…
“In its encounter with Nature, science invariably elicits a sense of reverence and awe. The very act of understanding is a celebration of joining, merging, even if on a very modest scale, with the magnificence of the Cosmos…”
~ Carl Sagan
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