Outlooks Poems | Examples

Oblivious with everything everywhere

oblivious with everything everywhere.
Sensitive to the atmosphere.
soaking in various conditioning.
oblivious with everything everywhere.

Animosity to desensitivity.
Emotions sound as if they were a symphony.
Sensitive to the atmosphere.

Perhaps it’s not here or there.
Suddenly arriving as an epiphany.
oblivious with everything everywhere.

 possibly  a hindrance of cheer.
In that moment a split decision.
Sensitive to the atmosphere. 

Some extraordinaire 
its innocent and sincere
oblivious with everything everywhere.

with every premiere 
outlooks start cynical
Sensitive to the atmosphere
oblivious with everything everywhere.

Hope For A Good Life

Positive life and good outlooks
Always comes with faith 
No matter how hard life 
We face everyday
Sunshine always come
And sunset always rest
Strive more in the days ahead
A prepared life always bid
Ask for God's guidance
And never falter for hope
Believe and you will see
What lies ahead is all good things
For your provision and good life.

MINDSCAPES made manifest

landscapes
  inside
 the mindseye

thoughts
 pictured
in
reresentations
  topographcal
terrains
in prospect

elaborate
exotics
  artfully
  engineered

in

  ostensible
outlooks
 outwardly
    abstracted
searching
  for
     senstivity

Stations of Life

Sometimes I could just scream out loud
For we don't stand out in a crowd
I guess to some we look the same
We have no face, we have no name
It's hard to say just how we feel
As a small cog in a big wheel
So much that cannot be explained
So easily we are contained

And there are those so far from here
That stand above, that are revered
They toss the coin then write the rules
And pass the pages to the fools
Obedience is never asked
And authors are ever masked
It's been this way since time began
There'll be no changes to this plan

So here we stand within our frame
I often think we are the same
From diff'rent worlds, diff'rent times
With diff'rent outlooks, diff'rent minds
It might not come down to one's worth
Rather the station at their birth
No matter the path that is run
We're the same when it's all said and done

Learning Positive Vibes

The clock strikes four;
I’m never like before;
I’ve learnt to take life’s drink
Up to the lees from the brink;
Multiple layers of joy
Help me sail my humble hoy
In the midst of others;
I found life’s new colours;
The sun is about to wane;
Yes, he will come up again,
Again tomorrow,
Wiping each sorrow.
The “sunny spots of greenery”
Adorn the entire scenery,
Playing hide-and-seek;
Yet, how mild and meek!
Oh! How so mild?
Everything’s so wild
In this savage society,
Where there’s almost no gaiety.
“No sorrow! Have no sorrow!
I’ll come up again tomorrow.”
No sorrow but pure peace
In the lap of natural bliss.
So many sides we learn,
So many outlooks we earn
In life’s fathomless fountain;
Nothing obstructs as a mountain;
When we stay positive,
Without allowing vibes negative,
We can learn, we may earn
Wisdom; life never seems stern.

Body Ails- Yet Spirit Soars

With body and spirit we live;
   as one, forms a team that will give
      support to each other- yet find
our spirit empowers the mind.

The mind is a powerful thing;
   within it, our spirit will sing.
     for it is born deep in the Soul
to keep us together- and whole.

The body lives on with a heart-
   as organs contribute their part.
      When ailing, will signal the pain;
discomfort is hard to contain.

So that's when our Spirit uplifts
   and sores with its God-given gifts,
      to help soothe the physical hurt-
endorphins for solace, insert.

Yes, “mind over matter” is true.
   The spirit within, coming through
      to uplift dim outlooks when ill;
keep strong and empower our will.

Dark

Neither one's dark skin nor the black color are bad.
Dusk has its beauty; crows and cuckoos are pretty.
Do the birds chirp because they're psychically sad?
It's the human mind that makes things dull or witty.

Psyche can manipulate; physique can persuade.
The face can shine brightly; the heart may be gloomy.
Psychic vibrations can make even blossoms fade.
It's love for all that makes the human heart roomy.

Dark rooms can be lit up; dark dots can be made bright.
Positive outlooks always erase pessimism.
Though white or black, each being enjoys the twilight.
The rainbow is the world; kaleidoscope and prism...

Shades and shadows are part of this great universe.
Each has its own role. No one in greatness is worse.

Worried Outlooks - In Manitoba

Summer grasses, soft blown.
As deep therein
Of a sweet embalming
Lie; on sleep's brink.
Its this visual leisure
Now stood up for
Plain's dreamy farness, does more
Such to blur; shrink.

Outlooks a Freed Verse

OUTLOOKS
 A shifting
   play of angles
multilayered
that morph
into
 landscaped
abstractions
 already
 enmeshed
 about to
embark
the density
 dissipates time
with
 lights
&sounds
flickering
thr awake
 hushed
&enshrined
by the  curious

white seeps
 through
from underneath
 a blossoming
 light from memory
that glimpse
of nature
blurs
 the boundary
between
temporarlilty
& the transient
 becomes
the frame
to inhabits it
 to savour
every
fleeting
element

Purim Serum

Purim Serum
Reverse the decree, costume quorum,
Dour outlooks, ingrates can wait,
To “V’Al HaNissim” respond “Amen!”
‘Til Shichur or REM inebriate,
Confusing “Baruch Mordechai & Arur Haman”,
Choose an opponent as a receiver of being considerate,
Send Mishloach Manos, listen quietly to Ahem!
Uplift with LeChaim! Drink Schnaps to hydrate,
To a Purim Seudah gather friends,
Imbibe wine! Purim Torah relate,
Hamantaschen savor as Oneg’s the end,
Be generous to a fault, an Oni sate,
Is Purim Serum bourbon?
Or Simcha shared? Requires Iyon, Ruminate!
This poem may be wordy surplus, excess, abundant,
Which means “A lot!” Not at all “Definate”

Essence

Essence has no femininity nor masculinity or caliber,

                     it's esoteric and outlooks are essential and oftentimes

                      symbolic determining its character and outlook over time

                      to time determining its character and allegorical exemplary

                      paramount. A model of honor, creatural spirit, soul, and mind
        
                      characteristically and distinguishing essence.

Books and Outlooks

A book must be fully read without skipping,

A bad one must be given up on the spot,

See never the cover and buy any book dear,

You must go through few pages before buying,

A book that preaches not good morals

Must be shunned with the slightest thought

As it may reduce your life to ruins so easily,

It will surely cancel all the laurels you earned,

Choose only those books loved by the scholars

And books with cheap ideas invariably spoil,

Every book is kind of window only in its purpose,

Some show the praying room, some the World,

Some peep into bedroom and some the restroom,

If we are blessed by the Lord, we will choose

Only those books that add stuff to lead a fine life,

It is left to our choice only to choose any book,

May God kindly be with us to get the right books

That will help us get a fine livelihood and peace,

Before taking any book, pray and then open it,

Any undesirable book, reject it immediately please,

All the best and enter into the world of books!

In a New Place

When you’re in a new place
And the setting is strange,
All your customs and habits 
You must rearrange.

From the car that you drive
To the bed where you sleep,
There’s a learning curve; sometimes 
To climb it is steep.

When you’re older, to acclimate
May take a while,
Especially if
Tried and true is your style.

So you do what you must
To accept and get by,
For your younger-day outlooks 
No longer apply.

Not Knowing Now Like Not Knowing Then

you may think i draw my own world
you may think i create special recipes for my own blood
you may think i force my likes and passions upon you
you may think my approach and presentation is based on long deferred dreams
you may think my tunnel vision brain is a pathway to valentines day
you may think that the old televisions in the backyard of my philosophical outlooks still work
you may think that my old soul is dependent on your replies that may weigh you down via my expressionism
i just treasure the pleasure of your company and the voice of your conversation that accompanies it
too much of too much can oftentimes be the breaking point of one's breaking point
maybe i deserve for you tank me to pure drowning like many bad decisions overcooking the body's overall energy
i hope to experience something and someone just as wonderfully similar one day
however, like a metaphorically, overly anxious aggressive driver, 
i know that i will definitely be lying to myself

Renascence

Cliffs call me; yonder scenes to see,
Not to leave them dearest plains plea;
Seas see the senile sight and smile,
Heart yearns to fly free for a while…!

Faces of human beings here,
Appear clear as they are just near;
Seagulls seem seagulls; crows seem crows,
Flowers run reality-shows…!

Will the vistas same on high cliffs?
Will I see the sea and sole-skiffs?
Do snakes, instead home-pets, creep there?
Do land-sea touch, there, grip your hair?
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Cliffs stand silent; I understand -
Our holy brotherhood now banned;
Though being on land is pleasant,
Isn't beauty omnipresent?

And so I gladly adventure,
As though curio indenture;
Marvelous feelings venture give,
I could cherish when in grave live…!

O! I stand there; my world gets changed;
Outlooks get my thoughts re-arranged;
Each thing seems great gem of beauty,
Each realm reveals: God on duty...!


19 October 2022
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