SIGNIFICANT EXPERIMENTS
possible
ornamental
aphorisms
torment
inherent
ordiliness
with
incoherent
apprehensive
conventional
dissonance
problematically
formulated
in
desultory
preoccupations
underlying
undreamed
fungal
possibilities
PROMPTED RHETORIC REPUTATIONS
orgiastic
verbiage
seething
irresistibly
then
pouring
forth
in
extraordinary
existential
preoccupations
of notable
now
enlightened
themed
insights
mysteriously
striking
a
distinction
utterly
irrationally
visual idioms
s
ABIDING INTEREST
intense
scrutiny
in
self-analysis
of
imagined
profiles
fundamental
feelings
customary
expectations
preoccupations
precursor
in
paletted
expressive
pictorial
formulae
of
aesthetic
pleasure
EMOTIONAL CHANGES
becoming
eccentric
voracious
&
taciturn
with
fractious
tendencies
blinkered
failures
in
commonplace
preoccupations
&
veritable
re-interpreted
paradoxes
PARTICULARS
enthusiastic
preoccupations
in
literal
&ironic
obscure
concepts
tactile
symbolic
innocent
evocative
unspoiled
nostalgia
in
a
palette
of
the
equivocol
yet
grandoise
of
intrinsic
issues
attracting
contorted
disharmony
twilight
reflections
in
mood pictures
outlines
purposes
colour
perceived
fading
shadows
dark
forms
in
changing
light
gloomy
dispositions
of
preoccupations
in
the
particular
ORPHISTA
murals
in
a fullness
of reality
with
simultaneous
contrasts
oracolour
in lured
esoteric
emotions
of expressed
preoccupations
Today September 10, 2046 was
Matthias and Shadir's day. Dolly
Came to wake Molly from an empty
Plate dream. "Wake Molly girl! On
Your feet honey I know you're hungry."
Molly laid in bed stretching, "Okay
I'm up! Ugh! What time is it." Molly
Shielded her eyes from the sun shining
Through the vast panoramic window.
"11o'clock come on I cooked. Hit
The shower stank rose." Dolly pulled
Her from the bed and pushed her
To the shower. Molly jerked away.
"Alright!! That's...I'm okay. Good job."
Go check everybody else. Let me
Be." Then she started the shower as
Dolly left. Delilah began inventory
When Mallory was done with her
Shower and full final morning preparation.
Molly came to Dolly, "So What's in
The pipes for today." Dolly reported
"First I'm doing Inventory, securing our
food supply."
"All of us are on a journey and the answers are unspoken"
Quote by _Constance La France
All will be well in near future
If I keep coming close to you darly
Because I understand your importance
In this journey of life.
I keep trying my best to break a big way
As you can see this small
Progress through my capacity
As a man of good visions.
I will seem hypocrite
If I don't recognise
Your importance
To me publicly
And keep praising you secretly.
You can be the only
Reason to live in this small city
May be I could be visiting big world cities.
Keep sharing advices
Answer my preoccupations sometimes
But living with you under the same roof,
It is my best prayer to God.
May 15/2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored by
Constance la France
THE STARTING POINT
the trail
merely a device
the counterpart
featured
the obvious
in the human heart
entirely physical
hiding from reason
yet adhering simultaneously
yet
deservedly forgotten
condescending
but
corresponding
to a love interest
with opportunities
so prominent
the truth
dallying
in atmospheric
preoccupations
NOTE: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
preoccupations
with paradise
sans
illusions
yet in retreat
beyond
the artwork
this spur to create
an inner
necessity
the starting point
devoid
of content
yet the soul
is
visible
the unspoilt
revealed
beginnings
become
the
end
Now I lay me down to sleep
with the satisfaction
that I've dotted all the Is,
crossed off all the Ts;
and I've checked all the boxes
on the accomplishments
of the day. So I bury my head
on the pillow with gratitude,
anticipating the dawn of a new day.
Today is done. I'm free now;
untethered from woven tapestries
of what-might-have-beens.
I have piece of mind.
I've resigned from gnawing
preoccupations of unmet
prospects and unseized moments.
Those I'll hold in abeyance.
I lay me down to sleep tonight
with a prayer that tomorrow
will be a better day, a brighter day.
Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
Date written: 01/25/2021
come to the beginning
a vague riddle
an open obfuscation
with
little context
the who what when how
primitive themes
of the unconscious
preoccupations
with the misshapen
changed
no longer lucid
vaporous
designed to
surprise provoke
floating glimpses
bizarre twisted
tentacles
unsettling juxtaposed
in
miniature
doodles&
swirls
Weary at the end of a long, punishing day.
It's heaven when I close my eyes to sleep;
tightly-held preoccupations and woes drift away
as I slowly sink into a calm, bottomless deep.
Such a liberating escape, finally counting sheep.
Off to dreamland, I go, and Morpheus leads the way.
I wish you'd come with me, and off we'll creep
to a peaceful heath in my dream where butterflies play
Oh-No A Twisted Char-Lay Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by charles messina
Date written: 01/26/2020
Born January eighth, nineteen thirteen
No champagne, no birthday cake
No celebration or even a banner
Only memories of a party
That might have been
January eighth, two thousand thirteen
Taken too soon
You would have reached a hundred
What your eyes have seen
All the progress you witnessed
For better or for worse
A century ago
Impossible for us
To even imagine
How times were different then
With so few fancy cars
Different priorities
And preoccupations
A different era
A different world
Happy hundredth to you
Cheers. Love you. Rest in peace
We’ve tried to move on without you
For better or for worse
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~ALWAYS WITH ME~ 2020
AP: 3rd place 2020
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