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The words may deceit, my love cannot
Blades sharpen, making fonts bigger front
I am, to think, that, be careful of some a lot
Every words count, read, the versatility with doubt
I am here, to present my love. Even words cannot bend
Where I could see your beauty without lies to tend
Yes, to think that words deceit, but my eyes not laid
Words damage one self, after an argument-- a freight
I could ever lie that I am not hurt, feelings never sort
Words may deceit, how I see you would never forfeit
The beauty, what my soul sweep, my eyes turn swift
You, many times to say that, I felt deceit, what hurt me the most forthwidth.
You're the assumption, I go with; Hume never expected
You're the substance, Spinoza would hate to change, I will debate it
Descartes is convinced that beauty is subjective. Yet, he's too elusive
As me, you're the beauty, I would ever try to object with.
May every philosopher hate me to think irrational
Yet to think every one of them sways out of nature, I'll over universals
Your beauty would be a sunset, night, and sunrise.
The sensation, God satiated. For me to say I have beauty to fantasize
Nini, if I have to be with you, I will tackle every ever opportunity to seize
Magnetised emptiness
As pulse of stillness
Life itself throbbing
As Ohm reverberating
The very aliveness
Of consciousness
Present at any coordinate
In blissfulness sedate
Is-ness within the flow
Innocence all aglow
Constancy in all variables
Renewal of Gods miracle
In & within & as the current
We self-existent are cognisant
In resonation with the divine
As we resistancelessly align
Imbibing-embracing-releasing
All hues of love enlivening
The thus renewal
Continual
Recognition readying attention
Orientation determining action
Of vibrational equivalence
Unity with oneness in innocence
Acceptance notwithstanding
In actuality of being
We cannot yet truthfully state
That we do not gyrate
Between duality & singularity
Be it oneness voicing versatility
Moment to moment our fulcrum
Is not at the pivot of the pendulum
Any intermediate position
In the flow of bliss elation
Recognisable as interconnectedness
Save samadhi no true oneness
Light of samadhi beyond time & space
Bestowed by divine grace
Reason may be any but we do return
From the blissful sojourn
No doubt enriched but again contained
Within a reflection partially stained
Whilst mind body loosens their bind
Permanence in oneness we are yet to find
Recognising unboundedness yet in limitation
Content in aliveness of permanent bliss elation
We opine that unless samadhi be permanent
The flickering flame is not in its native element
Oscillatory wisdom not quite the becoming
Recognition not actual depth of blossoming
31-July-2020
THE QUEEN
Oh thee thou her Royal Majesty the Queen!
Your glory is carved in the heart of history
Your presence is a sight mortal men are privileged to behold
Your beauty is phenomenon envied by the king’s mistresses
The princes and princesses are here; but the queen has been there
You gave birth to all that have been and that is good
Your silence is enough speech to men of great knowledge
You are the road constructor; the bushes has now become a path
You made the colours in the bushes turn into beautiful flowers
You are so magnificent a royalty; your prestige is felt by immortals.
Glory to the glorified queen of the social sciences
Hallowed be thy name; Political Science
You are so significant in all your doings; recognition is paid for things not done
If truth be unveiled; the right things will be said to the right ear that listens
Marvelous is your name; without wings, you still fly above all with wings
Your foundation will forever remain unshaken; withstanding violent winds
The society is greatly indebted to you for the great elites you produced
With or without visible structure; you remain greatly invisibly structured
Without you in this chess game; the king is forever at risk of being checkmated
Political Science! An essential tool for national development.
In appreciation to the appreciated
You are the queen every other queen wishes to be
Without you, there is no more you; the queen of queens, you will forever be
Let there be criticisms; the words and actions of men can’t drag you down
So highly enthroned in your majestic throne; every other lesser being bows down
Honour to who honour is deserved; Political Science deserves the honour it gets
Her light shines brighter than the stars of the sky; illuminating beyond gates
You are the temple of knowledge; you are praised for your versatility
The queen that fosters unified excellence; you are the spring of unity
Long live the Queen! Long reign, the Department of Political Science!!!
...Lordvip…
D’ Poetic Beast
Far as the (ease)
severely myopic eyes can see,
nothing but polluted atmosphere
where skull and crossbones
memento mori betokens beware,
especially with increasing chronology
mortality becomes crystal clear
existential crisis yours truly didst despair
not so much death itself, but failure
(inadequacy) at livingsocial
mine life to the hilt
plain as day everywhere
casual attitude apropos
(pertinent personal paradigm
regarding aspiring poet)
equals laissez faire,
hence the following
his apt nom de guerre
emotionally castrated docile heir.
Minimal milestones attained he
blithely professes, grants, attests,
et cetera as general rule
barely squeaked by
(think graduating high school)
weatherbeaten and rust covered cerebral tool
smartly linkedin cogs and wheels
buzzfeeding delicate threads didst unspool
above mentioned metaphor near
perfectly, quintessentially, and realistically virtual
extempore description hoopfully edifies
thee dear reader figuratively yours truly
got swallowed into vortex whirlpool.
Maelstrom pitched me to and fro
hither and yon into damndest chaos
drowned me under dead end zone
fiercest storm ever
raging across Lake Woebegone
stronger than bajillion healthy
male primates oozing testosterone
empowered with indomitable strength
downing ordinarily toxic
(even infinitesimal quantity) quinone
think beefy hulking Hercules types
built powerlifters second to none
pulsating pecks, quaking quads,
and ripped reputations
far and wide known
with versatility now
smattering of lines
constituting this poem I hone.
Invisible omnipresent nemesis,
(perhaps the Schwenksville Strangler)
appears intent on asphyxiating,
and simultaneously forcing yours truly
to experience unbearable
oppression, humiliation, and agitation,
whereby joie de vivre extinguished
provoking sadness linkedin
with remembrance of things past
agonizing, kickstarting torturing
absolute zero ability to relish the present
essentially forced to recollect
nasty, short and brutish mailer daemons
characterizing diabolical ghosts
representing nauseating, and haunting
hurtful dirty deeds done dirt cheap
courtesy my selfishness
verboten fruit tasted within recent past
now the bitter aftertaste
analogous to Scrooge
suddenly horrified about his stingy self.
Contemplating the versatility of Mayo
And all that can be done with it
From the slathering on whilst sun bathing
To globbing it on my bologna sandwich
I find it tantalizing to the tastebuds
And it sure does sizzle in the sun
I once applied to much and set my toes on fire
Lucky for me I lost only one
Thank goodness I was near the water
When my foot went up in flames
I guess that's why God gives us ten toes
In case we lose any along the way
As with anything you can even get bored with Mayonnaise
That's why I strive for different ideas
So I put my brain juices into overdrive
And came up with this amazing list
Instead of milk in a shake you can use Mayo
Please wait till the end for all the applause
I'm still having trouble dealing with thickness
And have yet to get it through the straw
Perhaps if I leave out the ice cream
And just add Mayo, milk chocolate, and ice
I guess I'll just keep on experimenting
When it's ready you can be the first in line
And who doesn't like mayonnaise on anchovie pizza
The perfect combination at best
Even better than peanut butter and jelly
If only I can figure out how to package it
Mayonnaise is also the perfect conditioner
You could leave it in your hair for days I suppose
But try to avoid to much time in the sun
After all...remember the toes
I'm going back to my room for more ideas now
Or as I like to call it..."The Mayo Think Tank"
I know my family thinks I'm a genius
Cause they always leave me in there for days
Take everything not my writing, amputate my joints, fracture my body but please not my mind, it is in my mind where I live, with no rules, no fear nor regrets, its in my writing where I mind only my own, where I choose to only hear my voice, its in my writing where only I matters, not the world not humans but I,
take me instead not my writing, shut my eyes, capture my soul but lay not a hand to my mind, these eyes that God gave to men are no less to what this mind of mine allows me to explore, I fear how useless these eyes are when its only pain and disappointment they continuously take in, seeing only here and now, limiting men to greatness of life,
in this mind, windows stays open, possibilities competes, time limits none and nothing is limited. The versatility, the capabilities and the infiniteness, my mind it's a galaxy by its own, please don't take this life inside my skull, instead take me,
Launch in your best ammunitions and put a bullet to my brain while I led idle my writing abilities, for its writing I live for, the voice in my ink, the eyes in my expressions, it is the complexities in my writing that sets this mind of mind distinct,
I hear you complain of meaning and understanding, coherence and clarity but my flow so projected at flowing, I fear it part the sea while you still waiting, said in my own words that I'm expressionist, but I forgot to tell you that I'm not an explainer,
sorry to leave your egos bruised, art has no boundaries to fear, so is my painting brush, lemme change my poetic ink cartridge, for the flow still yet to flow afar off and beyond, poetic ink is my name, I am poetry
#Poetic_Ink
Red ribbed tank top and panties.
Drawing and writing’s to earn commissary.
Rugged colored jumpsuits delivered daily through the bars.
A few women foaming at the mouth from drug withdrawals.
Smells of jailed prostitutes.
Some for murder or Robbing for loot.
Three toilet seats lined up, One shower curtain hung by one Rod.
Boxed alone ,dropped by family and friends,No squad
Kites passed by the male inmates through the line
Like clockwork,Under my tray Every-time
A few fights, Kept my body tight.
One eye stayed on guard all night.
Didn’t get any sleep absolutely no rest.
Until the night I earned each inmates respect
No outside letters.
No Love or a sight of light that life ahead is gonna get any better.
Held on to my dignity.
Versatility Adaptability.
Color is an integral part of my life, essential in
physical descriptions, a blessing to language.
Colors are perfect subjects for character sketches.
For one perusing the color wheel, it's easy to
choose green, a color of such versatility and
profound meaning.
Symbol of nature and youth, signifying hope for
eternal life and respect for the environment,
green nestles happily in the spectrum between
bright companions blue and yellow.
The verdure of spring adorns the plants that sustain
our bodies, delight our eyes, and lift our spirits.
Lovely evergreens grace our forests, yards, and even
our homes, decorated and surrounded by long-awaited
gifts and jubilant families celebrating the season.
These wholesome traits and so many more surely outweigh
the greenness of occasional jealousy or inexperience.
entered in Eve Roper's New or Old 5 Poetry Contest on August 2, 2016
placed 2nd
A hexagon, a hexagon, you have to be a hexagon.
You say you are a pentagon?
What use have I for pentagon?
You’re too close to the White House lawn!
So you’re a base to stand upon?
This isn’t baseball, Pentagon.
You silly polygon, be gone!
A hexagon, a hexagon. You have to be a hexagon!
You say you are a nonagon.
A nonagon? What good are YOU?
A coin perhaps, from Timbuktu??
You’re nothing, nonagon. Come on!
A hexagon, a hexagon. You have to be a hexagon!
You say you are a decagon.
I guess you think you are a star.
I don’t need someone quite so far
up in the heavens where you are.
I need, instead, a hexagon.
A hexagon, a hexagon. You have to be a hexagon!
You say you are an octagon.
You’ve got some versatility!
A mirror, tiles, candles too.
They all can be the shape of you.
But on the streets I always see
your sign. It makes me have to stop.
I do not think you are for me!
A hexagon, a hexagon. You have to be a hexagon!
A triangle you’ve now become?
A simple flag? Three-sided crumb?
I know that as an instrument
you are not much! I find you dumb.
A hexagon, a hexagon. You have to be a hexagon!
A rectangle you try to be
and now a square. You don’t fool me!
I find you oh so ordinary.
Crackers or Monopoly,
or crossword puzzles I don’t need
and Sponge Bob – yep – that’s “square” indeed!
A hexagon, a hexagon. You have to be a hexagon!
And so you are a circle now?
you’ve got no point, you “walking round in circles” cow.
A hexagon, a hexagon. You have to be a hexagon.
I want those feathered flakes of snow
with crystals of six sides to show.
I need the shape of many eyes
that see more colors than we know -
the eyes of flitting dragonflies!
I need the carbon chain of DNA
and pretty patterns on the shell
of tortoises. Okay, okay!
You are a hexagon, you say?
Come let me have a taste. Don’t tease!
You are the honeycomb of bees!
So sweet you are; you are my *salve.
I now have got a hexagon;
you're now the thing I had to have!
*In American English: salve uses silent l and rhymes with have.
Sept 15, 2019 For Nina Parmenter's "Welcome to My Random World" Contest
' The Jungle Untamed calls me to exhibit its wonder and splendor to
mesmerise.'
-Poet
Jungle untamed accommodates flora -fauna
at random on broad spectrum, whimsically.
Feral fruits, flowers and wild grasses
grow free frolic, rustic yet fantastic
in jungle on rainy or sunny environ,
flourishing versatility of Nature.
Creepers and climbers tangled stout stems and boughs
coiling tight, being part of the tall trees.
Marvellous presentation of thorny bushes,
cluster of shrubs and soft thick tapestry of moss.
Ferocious animals with furious face fight
with one another as normal part of life.
Weak herbivores live at mercy of carnivores.
Survival of fittest is basic Nature’s Law.
In jungle untamed , primates started to build
dwelling places as caves, log house, trying
renovating to huts with continued effort
using brain power and tenacity.
Jungle untamed is the prime birth place of
normal progress for human civilisation.