Judicious Poems | Examples

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Premium Member I Am Like

 I Am Like the Sun Unbound
 the Great Governance of Ohm dwells in Thy Light House,
 I Am like the Moon, Blissful in Lucidity
 in Judicious Harmony, I wield Fire like Gervasi
 High Vibes is the Jive, I Coruscate in Eternity
 I Am like Bucephalus stampeding on the Front Feet,
 I Am like the Wind, Ever Hasten in Pure Flow
 I Am like Hayk, Blitzing through Urartu on Marengo
 I Am like the Stars, Glistening like Chapels of Flame
 I Fly High in History, like Comanche Untamed
 I Am like the Ocean, Infinite in Oceanic Splendor, My Spirit Soars
 Into the Depts of my Soul I Go,
 I Am like Moses, Parting Seas of Disbelief
 One Eye, Four Heavens, I Return to my Essence, Full Speed like the Nazarene
 I Am like Aurelius, Commanding Forth New Frontiers
 I Am like Jefferson pursuing Dreams, forging Trilogies of Liberty
 I Am like the Elements, Master of the Great Mystery
 Sword Upright, Shield Strong,           I Attain the Helmet of Victory

Premium Member The companion



Death is always with me, at my elbow
sporting a jaunty beret and a fake French accent;
at dinner, making judicious remarks on the wine;
playing cat’s-cradle with cobwebs on the bus;
baffling me at chess with unheard of gambits;
strumming his mournful guitar with a pick of thorn;
and snatching flies that vanish into his fist.
He's almost the only thing I'm going to miss.

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Premium Member Superstitions Aloysius

    I once knew a man named Aloysius
    Hyperbolic as hell, superstitious
       He avoided black cats
       And ladders without slats
    He seemed to me frankly quite judicious


Premium Member Bordering on the unbelievable'

A petition has intiaton.' On border soverigenity.' Midst angst
And supposition ? In one dimention flow of people..Has
Been a staple, before Noah sailed over the silenced; and hidden
Creations.' Yet subject to conditions i e ( travellers funding
Available craft? the (prevailing tides and seasons ) allowing
Integration, of benefit to any nation.' Any artifice; or abberation
Type's Cannot justify, it is my inclination.' Only  in the 1700s
Enslaved peoples in ( massed movement ) mirror of the
Current.' And did such not cause misery.? The 1970's
Was a purging, a cathartic stage' of (that un-normal) un-needed instancy.) driven by such materialistic social engineering originally.!
In a certainty of lunacy.' So in Britian late 2024 a petion is
Now set forth.' To seal all borders for a full five years course.' In normal
Times such would be ludicrous.' Yet in consideration of what we see' with
All the currant human misery..' It now appears most judicious and not at all Im-prudent; to use.' as i can see.)

Premium Member Priceless

Today on our morning dog walk in the hills 
I use my wife  
for a role she’s supremely suited for, 
a reflective foil for my own psycho-analytical musings. 
And with her just uttering a judicious word or two 
I discover this; 
 
figuring out which comes first, 
impulsive or compulsiveness, 
is a bit like the chicken or egg question, 
but since it’s obvious it’s the egg 
I’ll hazard the guess, compulsion comes before impulse 
(the habit to act and respond to stimuli). 
But then before or more basic than this physical reflex 
comes a general disregard for taking things seriously 
(the emotional attitudinal coping mechanism if not skill), 
which in turn is based on the most basic ground of ignorance; 
willfully ignoring consequences, situational awareness, and thus reality itself. 
 
Here I discover the root of the problem. 

I thank my wife for her silent session, 
and she, tactfully, doesn’t respond 
by presenting a bill. 
 
At this point my running tab is approaching infinite. 
I think they call that, “priceless.”

(6/24/23)

Premium Member Aspiring Alliteration Completed 2-28-23

All answers affect aspirations
By belittling bygone barbarizations
Constantly criticizing correlations
Defined dumbfounded dictations
Edicts evaporate everyone's expectations
Foregone frustrations failed flirtations
Gone great grace giving generations
Harmonies have harmonious hesitations
Impotence influences indignations
Justified judicious justifications
Killing kaputz keratinizations
Living life lonely leaves lacerations
My muse motivated monumental mutations
Nonsense needed no normalizations
Offended overintellectualizations
Past promises purely placations
Questioning quarreling quotations
Resisting relevant restifications
Sentient solutions solve segregations
Total trust triumphs trepidations
Utopias undermined ultralizations
Viciousness visualized victimizations
Worthless weaponizations
Xenodochial xenophilications
Yawn Yuppifications
Zenith zealousness zendrifications


What Whimsy Webs We Weave

One day, we’re up, a mindless soul.
Upon rising, we dare extol
a friend with praise on just a whim
and then the next day, slander him.
Behavior talks without control. 

Vexation and steadfastness clash
to build impressions made of ash.
Resolve to reach the wiser choice
judicious forethought, then rejoice
beyond just framing photoflash.*

Hail fellow, speak what you believe
and watch your deeds, lest you deceive
by conduct,  values you profess.
Caprice, says spider, spins in stress 
a whimsy web, not worth the weave.

“photoflash –a brief pulse of high current with little heat.

December 7, 2022

Premium Member December Flowers

Filled with Jesus-fascination
Pure poinsettia Plantation 
Red, pink, white, salmon and yellow
Cover the fields like a rainbow...! 

Sweet-peas like little butterflies,
Cute cosmic angels in disguise;
Perform ballet dance in cool breeze,
Make baby Jesus feel at ease...!

Does this blood-red calla lily
Blooming full at weather chilly
Prophesies his tests and passion 
Symbols of divine compassion...?

Do these parrot tulip torch-balls
Sing of sanctity of our calls?
Setting our goals toward wholeness,
Journeying with him in closeness...! 

These fresh camellias have stories -
Their mysteries and histories;
These as precious gifts they offer
At the foot of their true author...!

Anemones, Amaryllis,
Gardenia and gladiolus,
Each make this season auspicious,
Adores Him who is judicious...!!!


16 November 2022 
November or December Quatrain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger

Being Good

Purely innocent
Completely tolerant
Unconditionally loving
Totally understanding
Overtly gullible
Unobtrusively humble
Intimately sympathetic
Thoroughly empathetic

Throughout caring
Never ignoring
Perpetually loyal
Consistently grateful
Labouriously studious
Discreetly judicious
Immediately yielding
Indiscriminately sharing

Socially polite
Un-assumedly modest
Flexibly adjusting
Unquestioningly accepting
Astonishingly punctual
Immanently answerable
Ever committed
Naturally obligated

All definitions read but not hold good,
For, being good is definitely being victimised!

Premium Member What Next

After Judicious consideration
the Court ousts chihuahuas without hesitation
With Texas Versus Rover
their dreaming days are over
We'll soon live in a pure Aryan canine nation

French Fries

A giant portion of French fries
Can make a meal auspicious,
So crisp and yum but, no surprise,
Not really too nutritious.

Of course, I have to recognize
This choice is not judicious
But it is worth ballooning thighs
For something so delicious.

Joint Celebration

It’s Purim and St. Patrick’s Day
And if you’re up for noshin’,
Have corned beef, cabbage and dessert – 
Some bright green hamantaschen.

For those of you who do not know,
This pastry, always eaten
By Jews on Purim represents
The man who had them beaten.

His name was Haman and when he
Was finally defeated,
The bakers made a special treat,
Fruit-filled or poppy-seeded.

These sweets are shaped like Haman’s hat,
3-sided (and delicious!)
But since today’s St. Patrick’s Day,
It would be most judicious…

To make them green to honor both
The Irish and the Jews
And washed down with a Guinness,
I’d give 5-star-plus reviews!

A Hyena At Home

For ages, I used to rear my goats serenely;
Before I invited Mr. Hyena at home.
Green prairie my goats adored around the home.

Peace, the rustics relished too;
But an intolerable mistake I made inviting him.
Peace and life of villagers he happily bothered.

As an approachable and judicious man, he came;
With everyone and every junction to acquaint:
Who did what, who slept where and when, he learned.
 
To viciously raid all the goats; 
Eating some and scarring others. 
Distress and insecurity led others to absconding. 
As some of our friends, Mr. Hyena behaved.

Poem by Mugisho N Theophile

My True Companion

Oh! My true companion, 
Thanks for your support and participation. 
Happy to get an identification. 
The ever presence shows your dedication. 
The trajectory of life achieves a perfection. 
You open doors for communication, 
Use Ultrasimple medium for conversation. 
Thanks for this care and judicious action. 
When I fail, you keep me out of depression. 
When it is new, you provide proper acclimatization. 
All leave by and then with suspicious action, 
But you stand still like a rock with no disintegration. 
Your patience opens a new dimension, 
It recedes the tensions and gives them moderation. 
I top your priority list without an exception. 
Thanks to keep me out of deceptions. 
You are the only immortal in the world of corrosion. 
To know you and accept you give me satisfaction, 
It fuels me with strong determination. 
Should I take your name with your permission?
Although you don't need an introduction, 
Its "Time " Who never care for an invitation
And definitely will stay till my cremation.

Premium Member Sacred Ground

Those who stand their ground...
Their sacred ground...
With their backs against the wall.
Making bold their full intentions
While the slings and arrows fall.

Laying waste an air of happenstance
Permeating sick and feeble minds...
Caring not the monstrous odds
The powers of darkness have aligned.

I fear not this mass of troubled souls
Who demand their pound of flesh.
I contest every foot of treasured Earth.
I contest every loathsome wretch.

I give not an inch to those who dare
Make dark the light of day
To preserve such sacred wanderings
Where the meek would have their say.

I will lift my voice in praise and song
To evince the veracity of my cause
Displaying a knightly measure of gallantry
To give the hapless minions pause.

But sweet victory demands some sacrifice
As a judicious Death may set me free.
Knowing this... would you be at my side?
Would you rise and stand with me?

                  The End

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