Long Grandiosity Poems
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Naked David is extremely sexy:
oh, how magnificent is his young body!
Was he sculptured to shun shame and deceit?
Should he be dressed accordingly to meet
a certain social code of decency?
Naked David broadly appeals with his attractive traits:
chest, arms, face, glance and mighty warrior legs;
he was chiseled out from a very cold and massive piece
of marble: no soul touched it as if it had a disease!
David's vibrant youth is ever eternal, unlikely ours!
Naked David is the reflection of that innocent age,
his endearing look increases his imposing appearance;
is it embarrassment or a denial of sexuality?
Michelangelo was marveled at its grandiosity:
he created a stunning statue that emanated elegance!
Naked David ignores looks of lurid disgust,
many would cover him up, not only to repel dust;
would he project his angelic beauty to admirers,
and to us who shouldn't be ashamed of our bodies...
that need clothes to hide that specific private part?
Grandiosity has my curiosity,
Increasing the velocity,
Is raising the viscosity,
Of the space around me.
The energy of my entity,
So dense i can finally see,
All the positivity.
Pulling it into my reality,
My own gravity field,
To wield at my discretion,
It always brings a lesson.
Progression none the less,
Cleaning up the mess,
Pressing forward a witness.
Sit within nothing less,
Then greatness,
Blessed are those who believe,
They are worthy to receive.
Working to achieve the dream,
Grieving for those feeling behind,
Designed by the mind,
grandiosity guides the blind.
Forcing you to find,
Multiple paths that unwind,
Intertwined like vines,
Many different timelines,
Start to become aligned.
Combining dreams with reality,
And the growing capacity,
To hold all that me.
Sycophancy they celebrate
Insolvency they worship
Profligacy they cherish
Grandiosity they love.
Impudence remains a force
To reckon with
Indolence rewarded
Amidst pomp and pageantry
Intolerance to dissent
Views became the hallmark
Thesis plagiarizing became licit
Academic placid legitimatised
Megabyte prowling encouraged
Supersonic pillaging sanctioned
Persecution became acceptable
Intimidation remains excusable
Exploitation officially allowable
All these only during the
Dark days of an “Ifa priest”
With the so called magic wand
In the garden of life
Christen U and I.
Form:
PRESERVED FOR POSTERITY
awesome sensations
compliant
rapid
prodigious
astonishing
a visceral
drifting into irrelevance
a cluster
of strange nostalgia
into memorys lane
a fragility
of existence
fusing emotion
a meditation
on mortal
summoning subtlety
with a distracting
aura
such allusions
of grandiosity
manipilated
recalled
by
experience
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
7,100 islands, you are made up..
Pearl of the orient seas, that's how you are..
Cradle of four civilization, historians says..
Only Christian nation, even they speak..
Abounded with vast green forests..
Surrounded by shallow to deep trenches...
Choose wether to white and black sands of beaches..
Each island is an enticement...
Every province has it's own native delicacy...
Each one is known for its festival felicity..
Poor as it may seem yet great in hospitality..
Enabling each tourist to feel welcome in grandiosity...
Look around, you will see a smile..
Scattered genuine friendship in mile..
Wether you are black, white or yellow skin..
They don't care as long as you're clean...
Clever and intelligent...
Creative and truly magnificent..
Small probably by height..
Yet, if known you'll be full in sight..
God fearing - spirited by nature..
Responsible enough for the future..
Families implants love to nurture..
Obviously seen in each Filipino creature...
By: olive_eloi
26/09/2013
10:29am
This cosmos, indisputably is a sheer wonder
We cannot but bow before its grandeur
To what strange terrains it does open its doors
And what secrets are hidden beneath the stars
Man has ever been impelled by an existential curiosity
To probe into its mysteries, struck by its grandiosity
Many theories have evolved about its nature and birth
Scientific truths and assumptions are never in dearth
Some assume that from the merciless emptiness sans light,
From the deep silence of the horrendous night,
Universe emerged with the bang of hammers
On the anvils of eons thundering like firecrackers
There arose abruptly a gas cloud burst of inexorable force
And life emerged from stardust, our energy source.
While this is what the exponents of Big Bang assert,
Life, from a cosmic egg was hatched, some others purport
No doubt, this universe is an infinite stretch of lattice
Woven in the loom through billions of years by gratis
As the wheels turned and as the fires burned
Through cosmic vapor the first atom was churned
Thus, over the eons, life here has flourished
And with man’s wisdom and efforts it got nourished!
Galaxies are scattered in infinite space
And our planet Earth is well balanced in place
After the day’s vigil, when the mighty sun sets
The moon and the stars take over on their night shifts
Multitudinous stars glitter and twinkle, a wondrous sight
As branching chandeliers shedding luminous light
Sure, some extra-terrestrial hand has set the Earth in tune
And everything needed to hold life is benevolently strewn
Just as this universe was born, it would one day die
With all the planets, stars, and starlets of the sky
Who can predict how it is going to end
With a bang or whimper, or is the end impend?
Man’s existential curiosity continues to make him ponder
And he stands totally aghast in endless wonder!
Dec.26.2022
~ Placed First~
Pick This or That Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Edward Ibeh
Ralph Ellison is my Father,
For I am Invisible,
I am real,
And I tire of people telling me different,
I am very real,
And yet Invisible,
I am the frailty of a man who is not allowed to feel,
For I am an appendage of other people's feelings,
I am a mirror for their beauty and as long as I show them a pretty reflection,
They love me,
But when I open up to show them a tired, pain ridden child,
They see past him, to their own wants and needs and emotional greed,
Even their queries as to my welfare, are self serving litmus tests for their own grandiosity,
Ralph Ellison is my father,
And I am invisible.
Amen.
Created for us with such velocity
A stage for life with such grandiosity
The stars, the planets, the moons God hurled
As all of creation he unfurled
And the grandest thing formed by God’s hand
His final creation was that of man
Vegetation, animals, and birds of the air
And then from man he formed woman so fair
He knew every aspect of his plan
We received intellect so we could understand
That he was our God and he’d always care
Wherever we went he’d always be there
He then gave man our free will and free choice
So each could have their own unique voice
Their own path to travel their own song to sing
Put in man's terms to do our own thing
So, lift up all voices and give to him praise
His son died for us then he did raise
All of his plans one day we will see
Our stairway to his presence for all eternity
MORALITY DIVIDED
Morality, where art, thou?
Good morals, down they go.
Greed, abuse of power, selfishness,
grandiosity, materialism, shamelessness,
all abound and promoted by reality shows.
Goodness is still around, as some show
their virtues, like acts of kindness, empathy.
Let us be united to bring back or show morality.
8/13/21 Submitted A Brian Strand Rhyme Me Poetry
Brian Strand
1/2/21 Morality Poetry Mark Koplin
Days are much concrete at times, with a soul too obtuse.
Nothing happens inside ,to calm down a pain, or to diffuse
I let the faces, I love the most, leave, one by one
And waited for the heavy curtains of oblivion
To end everything, every pain and sorrow.
An exposed love is nothing but an open space
For inflicting fresh wounds, heartache to grow.
An identified hardships of an indigent emotion
Egregious reason of a rather volatile passion.
Bright, white clouds in the blue sky float by...
Float by delightfully, without any hesitation
I saw the clouds, and wanted to clean the sky
with a handkerchief, whitest of the kind.
To wipe out the clouds,
And
To wipe out the suffocations of all stories untold
To fix an inevitable state of delirium, of mind.
I felt my vulnerability then,
As these attempts led me to a conclusive moment
Where clouds were forcing and merging , altogether
With this fine, delicate fabric of mine,
and overshadowing the high-rise buildings of downtown
Stopping the signals, crosswalks and all other progressions.
Only it was me who was left there, alone…
With a tremendous grandiosity, a lavish consecrate note
To drag a shattered , devastated body to carry on
And an astonishing hopeful mind
To venture,
To triumph
Holding a white piece of distraction
To mediate the measurement of the depth of the sky.
I paused for a moment.
As I needed the handkerchief badly.
After the daydreaming is over.