Perspicacious Poems | Examples

Quick Witted Esmerelda

Esmerelda was brainy, bright, mentally keen
In the quick-witted department almost obscene
She’s sagacious, perspicacious, totally shrewd
To point it out, would be a teensy bit rude

We let her get away with things others would not try
Her brilliance intimidated more than one guy
She’ll stay single forever said her brother Ray
She fell in love and eloped with a lover the very next day

One Light at a Time

exhaustion of stars
wringing out the memories
one light at a time
perspicacious perspective
revives poetic express

To Read the Impossible Read

To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
And to run where the brave dare not go
—Mitch Leigh/Joseph Darion (Lyrics “The Impossible Dream”)

TO READ THE IMPOSSIBLE READ

To read the impossible read.
To write with arthritic fingers.
To suffer the fate of the muse.
To refuse not to have courage.

To stride with ink into old ‘hood.
To ruminate with perspective.
To be perspicacious in cause.
To draw in air, less pretentious.

To touch blood-red threads of Christ’s hem.
To be healed - mind, body and soul.
To be bold, not scared nor craven.
To believe, touch the heart of God.

To be blinded by pearly gates.
To see Eden - new, glorified.
To behold born again apple.
To place your feet on streets of gold.

Conceit and Concept Collapse

He's perspicacious he thought
Logical science he taught
Absurdity filled his head
Though philosophies he read

Indelible Impressions

Memorial Day picnic by the lake, listening to the baseball game
    Thanksgiving, an indoor feast, screen tuned to the football game

  'I guess Thanksgiving is more important than Memorial Day'
    volunteered my perspicacious youngest son

Scorpio

Surmising they are right and never wrong.
Confidence in what they do makes them strong.
Opportunistic with whatever comes along.
Rectifying anything that may go wrong.
Perspicacious judgment in all that they see.
Insight into all eliminates any mystery.
Occupations produce goods and services with quality.

March 30, 2012

Phebe, He Is Not What He Seems To Be

I'm sorry to disappoint you, shepherdess Phebe,
but your love for Ganymede can never be.
You are not perspicacious enough to realize 
that Ganymede is actually a woman in disguise.
This woman's name is Rosalind, and she seeks Orlando.
Her true identity is something too few people know.
However, recall shepherd Silvius whose love is true.
He appears to be an ideal partner for you.

Based on the play "As You Like It" by William Shakespeare

Asa Candler

Asa Candler owned a drug store in Atlanta.
In 1888, he bought a pharmaceutical formula.
This brown syrup turned out to be Coca-Cola.
Perspicacious nature made him one of the richest men in America.
Yes, this was the man who introduced the world-famous soda.
In a short time, this beverage was sold around the world.
Coca-Cola can be found no matter which flag is unfurled.

I thank both wikipedia.org and www.cocacola.com for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.

A Perspicacious Chickadee

My peripatetic parrot went to sea
  where he met a perspicacious chickadee

He courted her a bit too parsimoniously
  For this peccadillo, she ensured he couldn't pee

Intricacy of Light

My inner voice calm, looks for compassion.
   To give encouragement, it comes from within.
I look for honesty as my eyes turn inside-out.
   Always searching to bend nettles and thorns
   into a perspicacious light, intricacy of lace —
intimate in the meaning of life and love.

Gems, like an embryo, form in the dark —
eye-popping wisdom of diamonds and rubies,
sapphires and fiery opals, not endlessly hypnotic
but romantically impactful, not dubiously distracting.

My arms don’t begin at the shoulders but are in the pits
of my inner ken, an amiable passion, like a Winter’s fire
surging powerfully to my hands that draw the waters
of kisses and hugs and the mundane of cleanup
at the end of a day, restart over and over again —
deep deep breaths whisper slowly of strength and vigor,

though the knees ache, the back’s bent but the smiles spark
and the laughs light up like fuel from within. My family draws
from my spirituality, the sense that everything will be alright.

4/23/2020
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
A Poem Honoring Spirituality Poetry Contest

Fossilitis Ignoratious

If your ego is capacious
Or your appetite voracious
For a plucky, pertinacious
Confidence in cherished creeds,
Then your genius, though sagacious,
Conjures arguments audacious
Never seeing they’re fallacious:
Truth be told, you’re in the weeds.

Your disease: a contumacious
Predilection for tenacious
Relics of the late Cretaceous
Buried deep within your soul.
Now the clash of clues vexatious
Shows your self-made strait hellacious;
Still your will proves efficacious
To maintain your status quo.

In the face of facts veracious
When your mood is disputatious
You remain unfazed, pugnacious,
With your slowly dying breed.
Your rebuttals wax loquacious
To escape the perspicacious
But they seem a mite mendacious
To the few who pay them heed.

Though my grousing is ungracious
And my rhyming ostentatious
I won’t stoop to be salacious
For the horror’s grim and cold:
While your heart still soars flirtatious,
Charmed by pterosaurs predacious,
Laxness leaves your brain crustaceous,
Drying, hardening in its mold.

My Life In Metaphor

In a time of matters I reflect,
Being forever perspicacious;
Wrong decisions, false steps,
Leading to become fallacious.

In need of caution or I will fall foul,
To be specifically as wise as an owl.

Walking on the edge of normality,
Having doubtful thoughts ahead;
An inclination to sidestep formality,
Often times hanging by a thread.

This is my life and where it abodes,
Feeling my choices are crossroads.

Rash decisions taken with consequences,
The mind and the heart in hopelessness;
Too late to repair the damage contributed,
Leaving me breathing within emptiness.

In this situation I become smirch,
Conducive to a drunkard’s search.


In a time of end matters I reflect,
For my regrets are great and pitiful;
Should I cry over spilled milk?
After which I shall become guileful. 

When finally I become trounced,
I become a dead cat that bounced

Perspicacious Love

a bouquet close to a woman’s nose knows her lover’s fragrant footfall

9/1/2018

My Way

Do you think it hurts?

That you don't like my verse,

That you ridicule my prose

And say they are just absurd

But maybe I am being perspicacious

And doing it my way,

Living life in more visceral display

Than out of a dictionary of clever word play.

Do you think your disparaging of my work

Will stop me doing what I am doing

Well let me offer you these words,

I am existential and manifesting my own light,

And I don't seek your approval nor your likes.

6/3/18

The Smallest Calf

The Prince was wicked pertinacious,
picky to the 'nth' degree,
inclined to be quite perspicacious
when considering Number Three.

The first had sadly disappointed,
not come up to scratch, you see,
and number two was ill-appointed
for a run at royalty.

His Princess must be slim and cracking!
all the things a bride should be;
the first two had been sadly lacking,
weighing in at 203!

And the Prince was quite the ' leg man,'
boobs and bums bored him to death,
skinny 'gams' got his attention,
drove him wild, he'd gasp for breath!

Number Three was pert and potent!
slender legs her argument, half 
the size of each opponent,
her big edge? the smallest calf!

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...a challenge to write a poem with this particular title,
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