THE SUBLIME-
emotional
empulses
engage
identify
powers
of
imagination
in
pleasures
unknown
unimaginable
yet
pertceptibly
proportionate
a
brooding
infinity
of
novel
enthusiastic
rhetoric
differentiated
pleasing
phenomena
in
delightful
limitless
stillness
of
literary
analogous
motifs
A REVIVAL OF INTEREST-:-
invoked
conflated
traditional
linguistic
vocabulary
in REDISCOVERED POETICS
exerted
fascinations
without
contemporary
custom
&BEAUTIFYING TALENTS
exerting
precious
proportionate
passionate
translations
Snowy snowy everywhere,
Right from near to elsewhere.
Frozen lakes and frozen minds,
It can make anyone deaf and blind.
The herd of penguins can be seen,
In the place where white beats the green.
Concentric layers of black and white,
To take on the unavoidable freezing fight.
The younger ones are trembling in cold,
Luckily they are encircled by the bold.
They keep on moving like sticky bands,
To share proportionate time on that land.
United they stand and divided they fall,
Nature gives justice to all.
PREDICAMENTS
informal
&lyrical
figurative
self-indulgent
didactics
knowingly
re-cycled
prominent
confident
proportionate
reminders
dislocated
in
a
blurred
indelible
unconscious
of insights
You drown out every noise,
In stillness, we hear your voice.
This is the seeker’s guide,
For those in search of the truth.
You open the door to the light,
We emerge from the recalcitrant night,
To find the treasures we seek
And the pathway to Zion’s gate.
You summon the elements;
They gather together the fragments,
Those pieces veiled in mystery,
Separated by the watchmen.
You dispel every confusion,
Bringing in its proportionate infusion.
There’s a wave of inspiration,
A river of understanding.
You call me,
A traveller on a turbulent sea.
You guide me like a North Star
To a place where turbulence has no sway.
June 3, 2025.
AN OPEN FORM VERSE
absorbed
by colour
unrestrained
&
sensual
engaged
in
measured
contrasts
of
aesthetic
style
proportionate
impressiond
adorning
existence
in
imprecise
perceptions
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry,
Time marks a question measured to wrangle,
Quantity taxes or pay quality.
First, the chick or egg, begs the novelty,
Harmony and anarchy vie tango,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Highs and lows, trials on trails that Odyssey,
Couples meet ... kneels, and fingers … betrothal,
Quantity taxes or pay quality.
Germane proportionate necessity,
Bidders will empowerment substantial,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Blind contends, an object than rivalry,
A contest midst, wins or lose, a gamble,
Quantity taxes or pay quality.
Observant confident, sees victory,
The keenly bid, competitors scramble,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Won prize stashed, slips by geniality,
Bewildered notes calm, auctioneer’s gavel,
Quantity taxes or pay quality,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Stockpiles proportionate divisions
Physical mental health
Making choice decisions
Life issues stealth
Recommendations carefully heeded
Maintain ideal wealth
Necessities well exceeded
Organized required supervisions
Achieved goals succeeded
Fireworks around the globe
Each a brilliant display
Marking end of one calendar,
Another New Years Day
Will this be the year
the rich decide to give
A little of what they have
To help the poor to live
Fill the empty mansions
relieve the constant stres
For least some those on
The streets and homeless
Will tax avoidance reduce
As they decide it’s only fair
The super rich contribute
Their proportionate share
Voluntarily decide to
Do their good deed
So less may exist
In poverty and need.
The world settles down
To a stable lasting peace
As across the whole globe
All conflicts finally cease
The hawk defeated
By the dove
As dreamers dream
And lovers love
Will it also be the year
Pigs, unaided, learn to fly
Politicians rule without
The need to cheat and lie
No I suspect that things
Will stay just the same
More losers than winners in
The fight for survival game
The mocking is shocking
Aunty Mavis stopped rocking
Then mourners were flocking
A cavalcade blocking
The streets of South Dorking
Rumours and talking
Like vultures out squawking
Proportionate baulking
Reputation ignoring
So boring, I'm snoring
The eulogy diction
Precise in it's fiction
The perfect life stitched on
Close the sale, get the pitch done
Now the coffin is sliding
The red curtain slow gliding
Velvet box soon residing
On a mantle piece hiding
It's a travesty clearly
Distant relatives merely
Hanging round for a number
Pass the bread and cucumber
Social etiquette blunder
Now poor Mave is asunder
The circus is closing
Uncle Sid is left dozing
With sandwiches curling
The world keeps on whirling
Lesson learned: be a spender
Be a builder, defender
A love fight contender
Not reciever, but sender
All that thrift doesn't render
A relationship mender
Remember, remember
God decides where to send ya
When it's goodnight Vienna
Sam Scott
24th September 2023
Here's a giggle are you ready for this
Better sit down I'd say
Why do psychics ask for your name
Maybe it's a game they play
Gotta tell ya, gonna live forever
But still got a ways to go
I'm certainly not worried, no not me
Feel good right down to my toes
Hardness of butter is quite proportionate
To the softness of the bread it is
But with toast you have a fighting chance
Will be testing you later in a quiz
What if you get scared half to death twice
Gonna leave that one alone
If there's a will, there's about 500 relatives
All wanting a share of their own
Death is most definitely a hereditary thing
How many still have parents living
As I've told you, it's just a matter of time
Might be joining 'em by Thanksgiving
A dear friend of mine is so optimistic
Bought a burial suit with 2 pairs of pants
Until we know exactly where we're going
Why should we take the chance
You laugh because I'm a little bit different
I laugh coz I just let one go
One of my better ones I gotta tell ya
A joyous expulsion to behold
Here's a giggle are you ready for this
Better sit down I'd say
Why do psychics ask for your name
Maybe it's a game they play
Gotta tell ya, gonna live forever
But still got a ways to go
I'm certainly not worried, no not me
Feel good right down to my toes
Hardness of butter is quite proportionate
To the softness of the bread it is
But with toast you have a fighting chance
Will be testing you later in a quiz
What if you get scared half to death twice
Gonna leave that one alone
What’s a cat’s favorite Shakespeare quote
“Tabby or not tabby? That's the question
Death is most definitely a hereditary thing
How many still have parents living
What do you feed an invisible cat?
Evaporated milk which takes much cattility
A dear friend of mine is so optimistic
Bought a burial suit with 2 pairs of pants
Until we know exactly where we're going
Why should we take the chance
You laugh because I'm a little bit different
I laughed coz I just let one go
One of my better ones I gotta tell ya
A joyous expulsion to behold
Prepossessing pair liquefy as a still river’s exquisite glaze ~
An undercurrent ripples in the lazy meander to ply compliance
Yellow tones of twilight seep slowly, warming a cold demeanor
These two play in crepuscular light, ensconced in downy fur
Wearing black and white, is moonlit night,
only half-lit, as unfolding dawn's fawn, denigrates the dark...
Proportionate seconds rake nails in a rhythmic clickety-click
Long strokes make feasible winged flight, high with the half-moon:
a cogent straight-cut through a curve of semi-shiny symmetry
Yielding to heat, dews exuberant, deluge chilled lungs and fog river’s gaze ~
(2/4/2021 - '05 Fountain Fever 29; Rancho Cordova)
A POINT TO MAKE
Points, to make a point expressions by impressions, lots and lots of dots a paradigm in paint, impressionist it ‘aint.Unique yes, inanimate I guess, poetic proportionate pictorial pointillistic perhaps, our eye fills in the gaps.
I Am My Will
by M. Griswold
05022019
I am the product of mine own souls will.
It's strength or weakness is my choosing still.
No other is to blame for who I am or who I will be.
For I am mine own will's total prodigy.
I am the power of mine own self's determination.
It's direction I decide by the size of commitments evocation.
Be it hollow or solid, my will, will be realized.
For I am the keeper of my own destiny to materialize.
Commitment, honor and truth will be my creed.
Their potency is my strength on which I feed.
That ability to resist temptations ugly seed.
Is proportionate to how much truth I'm willing to concede.
How many or how few of my victories I see.
Is dependent upon the size of the commitments that be.
Hard fought and true to their course.
If I want to win, upon those promises, my will I must force.
My heart, soul, and mind are the corner stones of wills begin.
A triangle of power that must be constructed from within.
I will continue to build at whatever its cost.
For everything is worthless, if mine will is lost.
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