Long Unquestionable Poems

What fills your goals, son?

I told you!
Need to get my car rolling [life rolling, love rolling]
yesterday,
if not today...

If I may interrupt
to process mindful resilience
for a bit...

Let me ask again:
Noticing you are concerned about long-winded
and -winding
and...

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I don't think it's just me.
I find myself challenged to change LeftBrain cognitive beliefs,
languaged abstractions of personal knowledge,
perhaps because it is not possible to change Right Brain's
Elder feelings of co-empathic trust
where dipolar co-arising mutual immunity
raises...

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True love is unquestionable. 
What is true love?
To me; it is more feeling based rather than definitively worded. 
Emotional attached, formed mentalities that are equally paired with an immaculate physical connection. 
Collected bi-gender, shared love—
She’s...

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Ceridfen had little trouble adjusting her menu to accommodate the new arrival.  She brought out a terrine of pumpkin soup, savory with a hint of spice and honey.  A casserole of squash and...

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My mother-in-law
drinks her morning gin
out of a pint-size Mason jar,
and self-righteously prides herself
for not wasting water by adding any in
and for not pouring or drinking
before her biscuit and red-gravy breakfast,
usually about eight a.m.
now that she's...

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I don’t have the financial muscle
To wrestle the American State President intellectually
If the truth be told ;
I don’t have half enough in my savings account
To ridicule the financial dry seasons I went through to this...

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Voyage to the bottom of this... 
prevaricated forth write Declaration!

As most every girl and boy
taught back in the day,
learning base sic life lessons, 
when going to Zerns,
now permanently closed, 
but once upon a time one...

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We are the Indians noted for our humanness and calm nature
With no harshness in our Principles and ideals.
We are open minded, emotional and good natured
Our emotions speaks louder than words
We are Rich in culture, traditions,...

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Prophesy of Invention

Compositions of profound illumination resonating from a prophetic musician 
Impositions that compound remuneration as the economists of capitalism demand an inquisition 
A tired physician’s diagnosis that confounds all surgical precision 
A technician becomes...

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It is decidedly so,
That I shall go where you go
And in our journeys
I shall never let my love tire
The stars deem it worthy
Your fire is my truest desire

For this is decidedly so
And nobody will quite...

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The vision of his apocalyptic age 
And the rise of the terrible Queen of Stone
Imprinted a harping chord upon my mind

I stood at the balcony,
Overlooking the depthless, darkening maelstrom
I stood weakly,
As if by accursed flesh...

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No one is more hated than he who speaks the truth.
                        ...

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At my will, it began to glow a little with a startling tingle
Daring a series of slashes, I feel to be more at ease as I mingle
And into the rhythm, I forget away my troubles...

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I'm named Delysia (sic) Patricia. This poem was 
inspired by Chris De Burgh's "Stripper" song.  
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABwDWwYX0Q4.

A buxom beaut
ill of repute
amply endowed with bits to spare
undoubtedly cute
without dispute
had a penchant her wares to lay bare
...

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“The wake of one’s desire is the wake in one’s dream
Nothing belongs an ever within The Ancient to seem
Of dreams misplace, of thoughts misled and of mind misread
Where sorrows are only ever to grow and...

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Prevaricated Forth Write Declaration.

As most every girl and boy
     taught back in the day,
     or more recently going to Zerns,
     a golden age...

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Where is the wise? where is the scribe? where is the disputer of this world? hath not God made foolish the wisdom of this world?


A global supplant rippling the air, 

unseen scourge in the wind,...

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To understand poetry you must read poetry
   By External Journalist

It is said that a teacher from the countryside once asked Mario Quintana:
 What should I read to understand Shakespeare?
And the poet answered her...

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I was innocent, my heart was pure,
Until you stepped in, with your remarkable allure,
You influenced me, made me pine,
For things that weren’t mine
 
Gullible that I was, I thought with my heart,
Regardless of the plan...

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In search of summer though hopeless but in vain I cry for summer. Pain broken heart sorrows and hopelessness I had to deal with to get to my destination. Pain over here pain over there,...

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Beauty is in the keen eyes,
Not in the clear blue skies; 
Clouds that twirl in shape,
Or forest greens that drape;
Life is beautiful, if only we have the eyes for it.

The flowers of colours rare
Will make...

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Keats’ Nightingale

The romantic poets were too early to postulate total atheism,
And so freshened up the church by aligning god with nature,
And I believe they had a preference for nature over god or theism, 
Because they...

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There is no doubt in my mind
in going to faith healers to heal
what ails me and be better faster.
Is it my faith or the faith healers?
Or both, that is the question?

However, there is no question...

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You said you loved me
I let down my robe
I gave you a sight of what I had 
never let
any other man behold,
Then you said you needed me,And 
just
like Isaac lay still on the altar
Without a...

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Handsome guy of the Hippie Era,
the wisest guy who never experimented with drugs,
but went to church on Sunday and prayed to God; 
eccentric clothes, long hair and drugs were too crazy
to be explored, to block...

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