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would what that be junior? senior? sophomore?
since this brother in law rarely emails,
ye may scrunch countenance puzzled,
or on verge of emitting flatulence,
that if a ripper got let loose (by Jack),
would possibly find ja propelled,
thru Edgar Allan Poe's churchly
sepulchral tintinnabulation
(where for greater effect
yukon envision imagistic ravenous bats
in belfry resonating air,
or perhaps blasted back
to the House of the rising sun),
BUT...gnome hatter,
no win tent may starkly appear
explaining inexplicable reasonable rhyme,
why aye dash communique
minus virtual trumpeting blare
(sorry, but in the interest
of belated birthday cheer,
without computer generated imagery)
rendered hoop fully readable,
sans black and white Scottish matted pixels
constituting beloved appellation
unsure how to address ye perfectly clear
while sitting atop padded office chair,
pondering as already writ,
how to acknowledge thee, whither with dear...
meanwhile, this scribe experiences
comfortably numb derriere,
now scrambling, resorting, and toying
to fetch acceptable, catchy light hearted endear
mint, that seems tolerably acceptable
(of course) with flair
acutely perceptive, though NOT overboard with glare
ring obeisance, NOR USE ALL CAPS
TO SCREAM so ye kin hear
soap hull ease excuse this incurable
Harris scribe with thinning heir
yes...oye gevalt, infantile regression finds me
burrowed in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania lair
still emotionally inchoate, though grown a mere
speck within the flotsam and jetsam near
to boyhood Collegeville abode NOT saved by a prayer
re: home companion bachelor Norwegian farmer
replaced instead by vinyl city
all in the name of progress
which (once a pawn a time)
open farmland did dis app pear
so...a gam bulling gambit
to avoid moseying down Level Road...
may NOT seem *****
for insufferable sadness
with eyes bursting with many a tear...
(gulp) tis best to veer
away from topic uh viz er rated razed homestead,
and mainly wish ye another birth year!
adieu...from math tha hue
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A Greek philosopher hopefully said beware
Beware the couple being the of the same embryo
Who jealously promotes themselves
One outwardly and openly one inwardly and secretly.
Beware of Glorification and intimate greed at any cost
Beware of the anger of one and the apparent denial of the other
Beware of receiving support one day and opposition the next
Beware the fears of one covering up for by the other
Watch the circling of one overhead ready in wait to protect the other
If you fallout with one again the bond strenghtens between them
This bond is undying and unbreakable.
Should we try to break it : There is no point trying. It cannot be broken.
Although it is right for it to be broken
Why, because their bond brings down families and marriages.
It brings down church and state. Yes this is true.
It hastens death through stress and the strains placed on people
They are acutely aware of what has been happenning.
At my father's funeral there were severe partial satements made from the alter
together with anger and lies. This from a twin, a twin who is a priest.
His deception in the home of my father and joyful celebration at his death.
One brother described my father as Hitler over expressing his opinion
on a suitable bride for him many years before.
I wonder who is the one that behaves despotically.
He was known as the ' imposter' by my father. Oh ! he would say
the imposter rang last night. But this imposter is a catholic priest,
a missionary priest. A priest who is so hard minded.
So much so that he used to strangle animals with coat hangers as a child.
I'm sure or quite sure that a Greek philospher must have said the above but
if he did not then he should have. I cannot understand why, when a twin
has chosen to marry the other twin, namely the priest ,
should not do all in his power to prevent that marriage. And
take everyone down with him on the way.
Mind boggling. Meanwhile I have lost a wife, two children, my father and four other
brothers over this one man. And today he hides his head in the sand
down in South America. I am heartbroken and alarmed at the religous order
he belongs to and their approach or understanding of him.
I'm sure other twins do not behave the same way..
Heartbroken.
Form:
(unsettled conscience beckons expunging)
Upon espying aesthetically pleasing lass
(considerably younger than me),
middle aged ma'am, or classy older woman
impetuousness overtakes rationality
courting acquaintanceship constituting
aforementioned type female
these premature ejaculations
blindside yours truly
upon comfort level
of unfamiliar lady recipient,
(especially years gone by
with then young daughters in tow)
oft times lacked conscientious wherewithal,
how embarrassing offspring felt
at their buffoon papa appearing,
intimating, kickstarting... rapport
at first blush evincing politesse,
yet keen eldest progeny
adept to discern in apropos overture,
despite being well mannered
couched foray, an unconscious insinuation
discerned, hinted, leveraged...
unspoken ulterior motive,
yet honest to dog overt blurting
complement toward veritable stranger
essentially, intrepidly, overtly...
stated genuine pleasantry
attempting to recoup losses
from utterly abysmal
socially withdrawn adolescence
could easily be interpreted
as sexual innuendo
(particularly witnessed by
acutely perceptive first born),
whose reverence, asper in this dada
plummeted, especially cuz
similar instances occurred,
where ambiguity
to formulate unfavorable conclusion
tacked on her growing
list of gripes against dada
loosely analogous to Martin Luther,
whereby his “95 Theses,”
which propounded two central beliefs -
the Bible and central religious authority -
humans may reach salvation only
by their faith and not by their deeds -
was to spark Protestant Reformation,
which essentially kindled
figurative fuel to the fire
incrementally cleaving paternal dotage
undesirable, no matter Pedophilia
never goaded what in mine mind
amounted proving daring do,
since suppressed infatuations
decades past, this then
extremely reclusive knew
nothing about powder milk biscuits
to give shy people the strength
they need to get up and
do what needs to be done.
Thus, an apologia without exception,
whether or not these words seen to deux
darling daughters, plus
other gals who experienced discomfort
at innocuous attempt
to get linkedin with
whirling wide webbing of women.
Boy the things throughout the centuries that I’ve seen.
I’ve been around a long time watching in the wings acutely aware and keen.
I was there when Nimrod proclaimed to the nations he was God and built the tower.
Ignoring the Father as he abused his nation and his power.
Going on in mans history came another tyrant his name was Nero.
He was absolutely insane he watched as Rome burned and his gain was zero.
Going on into mans future I observed another tyrant come to the scene he was Napoleon,
A dictator who became an emperor his personal war on Europe was obscene.
Being here for a long time mans history evolved to Adolf the mass murderer Hitler.
With his thugs he brought Germany death and destruction; he became the ultimate anti-Christ and a dictator.
Over ten million people died in that last World War.
To this day you can still see the deathly scars.
So far as I looked back all I see is mans nature to fight, make war, and to kill.
The wars started by these evil men have tried to break mans will.
Now in the present day a trend is continuing man knows no other way.
Their habits, their evil deeds are still here to this day.
Now as I look from the heavens an evil presence is rising again in the Middle East.
Only this time it’s different, it's the Prophesied rise of the beast.
You think carnal man would see this evil trend, because history is repeating.
The way of man is about to end, Our Father is angry, He’ll be seeking.
Our Fathers legions of angels will be returning to end mans reign on this earth.
Stopping mans madness and to stop them from annihilating himself, it’s all been predicted long before are births.
You might be thinking who is this speaking this way. Speaking for the Father? Who is he to say that God will prevail?
Well I’ve been around here waiting for God’s summoning since Adam, my name is the angel Gabriel.
We have been waiting in the heavens to fight the battle against the evil one.
Waiting for the Father to say it’s time, mans judgment has finally come.
The earth will be God’s spiritual kingdom and He will reign amongst men.
His truths His ways, His love, will prevail and all worthy will enter the kingdom.
When I see and hear,
touch and feel,
something
Somewhere unwanted
someplace uncherished
egocentrism
Making alienating choices
that follow group win/lose competitive norms,
this constellation of nationalistic patriotism's
monoculturing beliefs
and unbeliefs,
anthroprivileged values
and disvalues,
provoke out-raging
hypocritical anger.
It is only in epic transition times
when climatic health and safety social issues
emerge and re-emerge,
evolve and revolve,
inhale and exhale,
inside and outside,
that these same unwanted
uncherished competitive choices
by Other Capitalist
USA Supremacist
Evangelically Straight baby-maker
Fundamentally White is not sinful Black
Male DeathCulturists
provoke fear
Inside acute anxiety
that my own ecologically cooperative values
are merely BusinessAsUsual competing theological disvalues
against StraightWhiteMale
lack of divinely esteemed
Multi-LifeBearing Culture experience
And deeper chronic negative anticipation
that my ecosystemic beliefs
about fundamentally nondualistic
LeftBrain healthy regenerativity
are also DeathCulture Other's
RightBrain unsafe degenerativity;
These angers and fears
live and breathe outside
and inside
my win/win optimizing hopes
and bilateral faith
in curious research
and courageous design
for cooperative ego/eco-therapies
with Other's Lose/Lose dismay at heart
and in despairing mind
un-pairing unicameral uncaring
Shadows of co-empathic experiential nihilism,
xenophobia
anthroprivileged claustrophobia
rabidity
mortal carnal sin
terror
depression
inhumane ecofeminist suppression,
zealous RightBrain repression,
instinctively negative
affective-cognitive
dualdark DeathCulture
violently uncommunicating
nonverbalizeable
acutely dispassioned impressions
Of angering or fearful sin
as lose/lose ego/eco-systemic
multilateral communion absence
of healthy and safe wealth
Experience of cooperative
co-invested bicameral
win/win recentering
Earth Patriotic/Matriotic
Yang/Yintegral
tipping climatic points
of multiculturing climax
co-arising dipolar health/wealth balance,
yes,
but also beauty's sensual co-passion.
three incisor teeth burst through fresh flesh...
opaque as pearls, strong as love, precious
beautiful baby babbles assertively
mesmerized by mishmash sounds
that her astounding mouth can make
prose poetry in its practice
as canines erupt, she moans from the ache
teeter-tottering restless to repress pain
speedily advancing in substantial strength
distracted by oblivious destructiveness
a significant stepping stone approaches
as a capable kindergarten adult
she wiggles loose her first baby tooth
receives a rich reward from a fantasy fairy
more teeth disappear like pressed piano keys
then return acutely out of tune
braces displace awkward half grins
an investment of finances and adolescence
unstoppable with seducing sweets
she sneaks cuddly candy under covers
falling asleep with sugar plum dreams
not counting a few costly cavities
free-spirited, experimental teen
meets Christina on the street
samples compelling quartz crystal
returns for seconds, as someone else disguised
mesmerized by mishmash sounds
that her astounding mouth can make
speedily advancing in substantial strength
she lucently levitates to a loftier place
a magnificent mind babbles assertively
sweeping the streets of pixie dust
no need to eat or sleep
like a firefly in heat, she dances frantically
teeter-tottering restless to repress pain
distracted by oblivious destructiveness
she visualizes voices that vivify the way
to the day's salacious survival guide
prismic vision's shimmers no longer satisfy
cotton candy granules' sweetness subsides
coming down from kaleidoscopic clouds
half-awake, she moans from the ache
shrill shrieks portray poetry's unspoken pain
death's drab projection is her heartless reflection
hocking heirlooms to trade for a transient thrill
a despondent inhabitant of tragedy
creepy crawlers invade every inch of skin
her thin figure balances a skull's shadow
irretrievable, ill-treated teeth crumble
like the city's plundered storefront windows
filthy, for granted, forlorn, fast-fading
...three feeble canine teeth remain
10-8-2023
Families
awkward phone call
answers
family dinner, funeral, wedding, graduation...
strained, uneasy voice, barely recognizes name on list
Can you make it?
wanting acceptance, warmth...love?
black sheep, barely holding on to family tree
branches...straining, cracking,
mother dies, weakens the branch
grandma dies, weakens the branch
cousin dies, weakens the branch
brother dies, weakens the branch
who are you?
faces ask the question
I mean...
how have you been?
hugs, smiles, questions
meant to welcome, recover lost time
standing in kitchen, watching coffee drip
examining photos on refrigerator
reading circled dates on calendar
nervous fingers caress cutlery drawer
awkward
feelings of childhood insecurity come rushing back
who should I be?
who do they expect me to be?
trying conversation
failing badly
not smart enough, sophisticated enough, worldly enough, not...
not sure what
but lacking
I steal a glance at the microwave clock
family catches me
time to go?
no
eyes of uncles watching me madly
eyes of aunts looking down sadly
cookies?
more coffee?
Distracted by background hymn
"What song is this?"
name of artist I wouldn't know
of course
passing around cheese I wouldn't know
of course
pouring glass of wine from year I wouldn't appreciate
or country I'd never visit
acutely aware that I am underdressed
under classed
eyes asking why is he here? right
the blood
eyes jump from me to clock
was there a hint in that look?
forcing a smile
inside
screaming
clawing
crying
punching
swearing
fake laugh at joke I didn't get
trying to act interested in stories from that side of the tracks
trying to steady dry working hands
checks and hides dirty finger nails
damn
did they notice?
it's getting late
I should go soon
murmuring voices silenced
eyes wander to my declaration
hugs and handshakes hasten my departure
hope to see you soon, keep in touch, blah, blah
useless last minute pity talk
puts on shoes
last look at relieved eyes
walks to car
parks down the street
covers face
cries for hours
families.
Honorary Title At A Price
Here in Bolehland, many a individual hankers for honorary titles..
Typically those who have it made, they wish to announce to the world...
They have arrived, money in abundance, recognition now they crave...
By Maslov theory of human behaviour, it is but a natural progression...
For being human, we all welcome peer admiration and recognition...
Here in Bolehland, questions abound about one getting a Datukship ...
For there is just one Datuk too many, even when it does not come cheap...
What one needs is big bucks despite less than exemplary character...
You and me, with the right amount of bucks, a Datukship can be odered...
If Datukship is what you want, just make ready some sizeable money....
The award used to be a deserving honour only to individuals...
Who has contributed greatly and honorably to society in general...
But nowadays the honorary title is available for a price...
Money talks and royal honors can be bought, if one meets the price...
With royalties in so many states, you can be a Datuk multiple times over..
Now there has been a shooting incident, a young Datuk of 32...
Meeting an untimely shooting death at the hands of his bodyguard..
At the tender age of 32, somehow he had a Datuk title...
And obviously money, for he had need for personal protection.....
Which is rightly unusual in this Bolehland, with peace loving people...
Maybe in the end godly justice was served for this young Datuk ....
For his new bodyguard was an executioner out on his 1st day at work...
Is it poetic justice that one so young, honorific title Datuk bestowed. ..
Should meet such an inglorious and premature violent end .....
Brings acutely to mind the wisdom in the English proverb...
This departed Datuk must have been involved in crimes...
For being so young, needing and buying protection from armed men...
He who lives by the sword shall die by the sword....
Higher justice was at work, and here on earth, justice might have been served...
(dashed off upon learning untimely demise
regarding prosperous family, whose small
plane crashed. about half dozen years ago,
they lived ~ three doors down from us.)
No words can assuage the deep sorrow,
this once upon a time neighbor
(I lived at 1148 Greentree Lane) experiences
disbelief, numbness, shock...
attendant by an irreparable loss of beloved,
and vacillated how to communicate
heartfelt sympathy,
where words superfluous,
yet... if for that challenge alone,
an affinity with language
spurred impulse to focus upon
bountiness of joie de vivre
imbibed years gone by,
when every now and
again chance encounters
found yours truly (me)
in delightful company
regarding persons whose presence
imbued benevolence, kindness, warmth...
facilitating emotional philanthropy
influenced long term positive memories
to one experienced being
outcast, ostracized, offensive...
courtesy unfortunate series
of circumstances beyond my control,
which voiced unwelcome tension
sabotaged reaching quality politeness
displeased at unfriendly reactions
reflexively, maliciously, impetuously...
did little or no justice
toward conflict resolution
which altercations nearly,
quickly did segway profoundly
into unpleasant standoffs,
yes bias, bigotry, bitterness
begat bisel meshuga
acutely aware I loathe
uncouth actions regarding myself
and strive to remain
affable, cordial, friendly...,
hence an object lesson,
(albeit ex post facto)
to abide by my inner integrity,
ethos, doga politesse...,
especially when pitted against
unsavory electric acid kool aid test
tis then urgently vital to remain
steadfast, and figuratively
turn the other cheek
particularly when populace
under severe duress
re: instigated by pathologically
belligerent, ill mannered, rude...
president whose sets abhorrent precedence,
whereby people of nation follow suit,
yet this concomformist only hopes
to affect positive within world at large.
Analogous, how said month name
September under went
ramifications throughout millennium
steeped in blood thirsty antiquity,
awash with torment,
where most twenty
first century mortals
oblivious to such lawlessness
wretched ultra-violent revilement
existentially going about their
daily and weekly business
attuned to requisite
employment as punishment
particularly if role of stoop laborer
earnings them niggardly pay
for meager nourishment,
there would be negligible
leisure time leant
to mull, ponder or scrutinize
such esoteric rubric
as preponderance of
ancient civilizations set precedence
contributing to present
without passing judgement
if in fact possessing
aggressive curiosity hellbent
interest and/or acutely fervent
trenchant awareness linkedin
with what human engineered,
sans preceding millennial development
events came about
to bring the here
and now space/
time continuum habiliment,
where a sniveling, groveling, and
conniving foo fighting beastie boy,
would be loathe to believe,
nor not in the least
interested - gives a rats a$$
what farcical betterment prevails during
this current year
two thousand eighteen, versus where
drama evidenced by
nothing "FAKE," nor unclear
substantial archeological recorded
treasure trove evinced severe
of prior momentous human quaere
orgiastic epics Bacchanalian
(distilled from ancient Egypt,
classical Greece, enlightened Rome
peoples played primitive organs
(viz, sax and violins) out across
the then world wide web
wrought permanent pressed
customs within part
ridge didst app pear,
in a tree, reverberated
millenniums later, and also asper
among named twelve months,
particularly when Ides of March near
plus seven days of week.