Long Curiousity Poems

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The Red Knuckle

Bravely fought in experiment
curious pain brings forth a scent
it smells red like pain
it feels right as rain
so another and another flood the gates
is it that face that you hate?
sudden like a snap
resonates another smack
more force makes curiousity 
an immovable object with such verocity
a little less is never enough
you cant even say you have it rough
so when it gets old and white is red
then dont worry your little head
no bruise will call
on your assistance against this wall
so will you reach for the slice
the scraping vice
that rends flesh like fish in sea
glittering and shimmering among your plea
oh may this end but no
you want it so 
you do dont you though
this isnt sorrow
its pain that starts the wheels
no matter how your voice squeals
drowned out in the fog
of your mind
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Songs Pt 3 Pound Tribute

sincere reform with sensibility
given neutral
done with understanding:
curiousity    whatrever
wherever
made with grace
&prudence
a metaphor of clarity
             to delight

our time remains as history
in silence
unity&felicity assemles
an approaching elegy
servitude&approval
precede
       preparation&practice
any benefit
   of itself a coda
to the kindred
if it is 
     to be believed

absorbed acceptance
somewhere
novel questions
time&knowledge
a failed moral subject
an armada
          of agony
terror
    in an aging city
       of the sober
downhearted
     counting upon freedom
in a sudden memory
of paradise

somewhere
     principles of benevolence
with sincerity
     lie together
sealed
    inside conformity
sunlight streams
awareness with incense
of manners bearing
      a sign of exile

exhausted powers
heaviness
a harvest of foolishness
a nuance
       of belief
rooted in the margins
of the fields
of humour
     awaiting a  sign

beloved heirs&subjects
flock
to the pasture
the undertone
of trespass       changed
a memory of toil
is now a faint thing
time now
         to sleep
hidden
til the dawn of the demure
&
living names
     in valued peace
Form: Ekphrasis

The Voyage of Us

The journey of Humanity is one of courage, it is of hope, it is of Acceptance.
It is of eyes peering in the horizon believing there is utopia behind it.

The journey of Humanity is one of struggle, of blood, of war, of Tears.
It is of the pursuit of Happiness, it is of Free-dom.

It is of Faith.


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The journey of  Humanity is one of travel, of adventure, of Curiousity.
It is of exploring new terrains, it is of Excitement.

The journey of Humanity is one of  rejuvenation, of Re-formation, of Re-birth. It is of re-production, of Refurbishment.

It is of Renaissance.


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The journey of Humanity is one of music, of beauty, of laughter, Sharing.
It of eating, it is of community, it is of smiles, it is of Hugs.

The journey of Humanity is one of dancing, of Competition.
It of service, it is of sub-mission. it is of Prayer

It is of our Universal Creator.

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The journey of Humanity is one of fare-wells, of tears, of Regrets.
It is of leaving, it is of good-byes, it is of Remorse.

The journey of Humanity is one all about making Love...
It is of potions, it is of oils, it is of nudity. It is of Endings.

It is of Beginnings.

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The journey of humanity is one of Conceptualization
It is of creating, it is of Visualization.

The journey of Humanity is one of Development
It is of  building-up, it is of Breaking-down

It is of taking Chances.

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But, most of all....

The journey of Humanity is one of.... LOVE.

Love for all things Good.

Love for all things Bad.

Love for all things Ugly.

And...

...a Love for all things DARK.



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Peace to all of Man-kind.
I ~ Am  ~ I
Form:

Premium Member Quest

The first exploration was to the moon
 Where we saw how its craters are hewn
 We have orbited Jupiter to unveil the shroud
 and unlocked the mystery beneath its dense cloud,
 Man's curiousity has taken him to Mars
 He's seen Saturn's rings as he journeyed among the stars,
 Traveling to planets light years away
 To reveal mysteries long held at bay
 Exploring the universe is the ultimate goal
 But they must avoid the deadly black hole,
 and as the technology does improve
 To colonize other planets is the next move

  3-31-2023
  Sponsor: Constance La France
  Writing Challenge - 'Q' Words - Poetry Contest
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

His Favor Flavors

My heart jumped, my senses see,
In everything you confirmed what I believed,
Was different so important when same paved the way,
When the deepness of our souls had something to say,
What God brings forth that no man can touch,
The wisdom he imparts, he's ingrained into our hearts,
Knowing beyond knowing without knowing what's there,
The impulse at work, the electrically charged stare,
That wonders what it is about you, secrets start to unfold,
Placing everything in order beyond what is shown,
Only God can intermingle, and stir the pot,
The soup simmers for a while before boiling hot,
The ingredients are crucial otherwise the taste is gross,
The precise mixture brings on new moments of growth,
One can think, and feel, and impress without words,
The heartstrong that enables the plans to be heard,
Curiousity draws us in still yet while we can't see,
Who's lights were out, you or me?
Or both......


Auburn Trees In Fall

In June everything was festive and green,
a patch of deep blue couldn't  be seen...
the struggling sun was kept off, with dire,
by a dense foilage of emerald;
and the robins competed with the blue-jays
to harmonize a new song with notes
that even a great composer couldn't write...
Oh, how I loved that sweet sound!

Auburn trees in Fall showed a dull color
andulated by the softest wind,
which wasn't as perfumed as that of spring,
and its sadness was compensated by a beauty,
which inspired a poet and a composer
to write it with a tender melancholy;
and I jotted down the impressive images
of a peaceful Nature that revealed its loveliness!

The freight trains scurred through the defoliating forest,
I found a massive rock and laid my body to rest;
and finally those struggling sun-rays
broke through to warm my forehead quickly:
so glad to have seen, with awe and curiousity, 
the forest's beautiful and swift creatures
storing away food for those gloomy winter's days!...
Oh, how happy I felt to have been the wanderer of the forest!
Form: Narrative

Listening To the Pelican's Plight

What brought me to this sullen shore...
is not sheer curiousity at all,
but an equivocal question too hard to be answered
even by those whose minds are so cultured! 

Pelicans swarm the February's frigid sky over the bay...
like clumsy butterflies greeting a spring's day;
it's past sunrise, and all clouds catch on fire,
fleeting to the western sky to avoid the infernal dire!

I take a brisk walk adventuring in the gelid wind's blows...
as the agitated waves  indicate an imminent storm;
unafraid , I lean over the fortress's  stones with hands so cold,
to feel the vengefulness of a sea frightening all humans!

It's Saturday mid-morning, I hear a shrill filled with emotion, 
and a shivering pelican comes close to where I stand;
he doesn't want the crumbs in my generous hand,
but understanding and much more compassion!

If he could talk and tell of his plight so unspeakable...
I'd listen and make a promise for his survival...
where  once limpid waters rolled so brightly,
painted in gold by the solar glow, now they look too murky!      

Does he feel great animosity toward us...
we, who build and destroy, kill and terrorize?
And what made him turn to me  so fearlessly;
and will we, rulers of this earth, show hiim some mercy?

Ask Me

Pull me aside, ask me why,
I'll be completely honest, I won't hide,
You may not like everything I have to say,
But that is how I love, it's a personal thing,
Life is messy, and when feelings are ignored,
We miss opportunities for our hearts to see more,
When we put on blinders it doesn't further us at all,
We overlook so much, until the curiousity is gone,
Ask me, I won't let you down,
I'll always care, I'll always be around,
Because in my heart I want the same,
Love and respect through honesty gained,
We know in our hearts that's a rare thing to find,
Because most people are scared to open their eyes,
Blinders are comfortable, we can't see,
But real love brings growth through our honesty.

Premium Member Energizer Bunny

Unstoppable
Untoppable
Been watching this a while
Inevitable
Irrevocable
Panache and whimsied style

Insatiable
Inexhaustable
A curiousity of mine
The king o’ertaken
by the queen
In a not too distant time

Prolific
Terrific
A mad hare spilling ink
Loquacious
Bodacious
Inspiring, don’t you think?

And lest you scoff
Do try it
Just try and let your muse unwind
Try ten today
Again
Again
And you will find
Deaf, dumb, and blind
Your muse has flown
And naught but space
Remains within your mind

So kudos to our Caren
A bubbling font of glee
It will happen in a week or so
Just you wait and see
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.

That Magical Phase

The sound sleep , the carefree play
The buzz of energy all the day... 
The pearly smile , The gleaming eyes 
The notorious and  imploring cries

The glass skin, the little palm
The euphonious voice with the epitome of calm.. 
The pious heart pounding fast 
Their bubble of joy they choose to enjoy

Carrying the school bag, eager to learn
Meeting the friends ,  what more to yearn.. 
The bright toys with funniest sounds
the joyous glee that it surrounds

The bouncing ball like the excited soul
The innocence like God, with happiness as the ultimate Goal.. 
Curiousity filled with how and why.. 
With the spirits always appreciably high

The tender age with pink cheeks 
The nostalgia that this time leaves 
Childhood years are the magical phase
Thankyou Lord for those most remembered days...
Form: Verse

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