"astuteness" poems
Zeus is ****** tonight.
Maybe he was having conflict with Hera. Maybe Apollo or Athena or Artemis accidentally attempted to rain art or astuteness or animals down upon Earth, respectively.
Maybe he drank too much wine.
Whatever the reason is, it's quite a light show.
There are no stars, only the
chemiluminescence
on my shirt and my shorts
that were poured upon me by
intoxicated partiers who thought it would be entertaining
to shower the combination of peroxide and phenyl oxalate ester
upon the party guests.
A map of the universe
is splattered across my hands.
It's as if Zeus
threw away the sky,
in an inebriated gesture,
and it landed around me.
Cronus should have swallowed the father of gods and of men whole.
Aug 6, 2011
Aug 6, 2011 at 9:31 PM UTC
They had not seen, for ages, such beautiful gifts in Delphi
as these that had been sent by the two brothers,
the rival Ptolemaic kings. After they had received them
however, the priests were uneasy about the oracle. They will need
all their experience to compose it with astuteness,
which of the two, which of such two will be displeased.
And they hold secret councils at night
and discuss the family affairs of the Lagidae.
But see, the envoys have returned. They are bidding farewell.
They are returning to Alexandria, they say. And they do not ask
for any oracle. And the priests hear this with joy
(of course they will keep the marvellous gifts),
but they also are utterly perplexed,
not understanding what this sudden indifference means.
For they are unaware that yesterday the envoys received grave news.
The oracle was given in Rome; the division took place there.
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Where do I begin?
Should it be at the height of fog hours,
doping up infallible images of affection,
among sifting smugness,
end over end in my sun-stroke mind?
Should it be it all tore down from closed doors,
every imperfection, every cyst, reworked by
some sort of Mortician,
consumed by grandeur for his practice?
Or should it be at the exact
moment
that all was realized– astuteness to
how fragile every meter of my unused offal really is?
Second to sick second, and day to well day,
all woven itself into a tapestry thats harder and harder to recall
Sew the squares, and caress the texture with tips of printless fingers
Each inch calls– no, howls –out into the basin where I sit
Howls of pain
howls of stone
howls of criticism
howls of analysis
ripping through the brail that's sung to the bone
Tell to beg, where do I begin?
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 12:19 AM UTC
Sectors of time
I walk this road each mile is a section is it me or is the timber changing to beams that strut up on both
Sides and close over the top my vision my reality now cube like I see the vistas beyond the crown of
The mountains they are contrary cusses to the sky poking making holes in the blue then they gather the
Clouds about in a mist of garland do I not hunger for your heights of wonder break out of this square
Feel and know the free liberation of exhilaration from drawing breath from clean boisterous air you
Have plenty to spare I would rise from the ashes as the phoenix to new life whatever it takes I must
Break free my blood burns with passion for new experiences I have accepted this square I have seen
Others in similar shapes the familiar the comfortable all too often becomes a trap when just beyond
Their limitations boundless borders exist your masterful game awaits your participation you hold the
Keys that can unlock doors that have been tightly shut a burgeoning knowing has been the cause of
Much restlessness a different and true angle of vision gives you the impetuous to strike out at your
Confinement the old saying comes to mind a square peg in a round hole the freeing the running
That never tires only brings you to the finest quality of life you have ever known it takes you to question
The norm draw truth by astuteness when it reveals itself even if it is just small glimpses this is the crack
That works unseen by each impulse and strain you have made the inner knowing never accepts second
Best you were a divine dream created in perfection then through small thinking lack of courage and faith
That wavered instead of pressing on you end up in a wilderness instead of your part of paradise its not
To late pick up the pieces now wiser place the pieces together from the joy they release take the stand
that will break the remaining restraints your ideal life awaits your choice will decide you have the proof
now win the test go out from all restrictions and fill the world with your particular freedom and blessing
so many are still enslaved they need your voice
Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 5:46 AM UTC
awesome apothecary addressed as Agamemnon
alleviates anxiety, and alimentary aggravation
anodyne appeasement arrests ailment
amphetamines acquaintanceship assuages
agonizing aches also advocates amorousness
assiduously activating admiration
aggressive attacks assault air afoul
affable affinity affects adumbration
anatomical accidental addiction attested as academic,
although afterward abnegation absolutely arduous,
affianced attired apparently as an anomaly
Ares and Abyssinian Astarte admixture
acquiescence affliction affected adroitly,
and abruptly abends accessible
altruistic alms axed
albeit admonishing, alluding,
and attributing authored
autonomous anonymous adroit arriviste agents
accompanying as accomplished accomplices
accredited ace advertisers
applaud ascendent assaults amidst agonizing appeals
acting all acrimoniously apropos
avowedly ardently, and antagonistically, agitating
appositely advocating ancillary assistance
addict adrift afloat anchors away
assails along, among, and an alias archenemy -
adorned abominable assassin alters ambition
adroitly, aggressively, absolutely
addict announces asseveration
against avid admonishment
alarmingly annulling authentic affiliation
anew anonymous ability acclaims alignment
aegis actually adversarial abetting attrition appetite
acceleration ascendent after aplenty anesthetization
additionally activating arced analogous arrow
advancing added abdominal and arterial agony
abject ambivalence arrests accomplishments attainable
any artistic avocation absconded
asper auditorial approbation, animadversion
artificial aggrandizement abrogates astuteness
appropriate adjudication affronted
alternative afforded amnesty about acing audioslave
as aerosmith ambition assumes arriviste affectation
already appalling alacrity awakens amendment
although Awol administration adamant
acrimonious affront agonizingly attributable
announces another afterworld
apparent ailing apparition
ardent allegiance asking anyone appreciable affix
apathy abounds attending apriorism allotment.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
Sectors of time
I walk this road each mile is a section is it me or is the timber changing to beams that strut up on both
Sides and close over the top my vision my reality now cube like I see the vistas beyond the crown of
The mountains they are contrary cusses to the sky poking making holes in the blue then they gather the
Clouds about in a mist of garland do I not hunger for your heights of wonder break out of this square
Feel and know the free liberation of exhilaration from drawing breath from clean boisterous air you
Have plenty to spare I would rise from the ashes as the phoenix to new life whatever it takes I must
Break free my blood burns with passion for new experiences I have accepted this square I have seen
Others in similar shapes the familiar the comfortable all too often becomes a trap when just beyond
Their limitations boundless borders exist your masterful game awaits your participation you hold the
Keys that can unlock doors that have been tightly shut a burgeoning knowing has been the cause of
Much restlessness a different and true angle of vision gives you the impetuous to strike out at your
Confinement the old saying comes to mind a square peg in a round hole the freeing the running
That never tires only brings you to the finest quality of life you have ever known it takes you to question
The norm draw truth by astuteness when it reveals itself even if it is just small glimpses this is the crack
That works unseen by each impulse and strain you have made the inner knowing never accepts second
Best you were a divine dream created in perfection then through small thinking lack of courage and faith
That wavered instead of pressing on you end up in a wilderness instead of your part of paradise its not
To late pick up the pieces now wiser place the pieces together from the joy they release take the stand
that will break the remaining restraints your ideal life awaits your choice will decide you have the proof
now win the test go out from all restrictions and fill the world with your particular freedom and blessing
so many are still enslaved they need your voice
Jan 9, 2012
Jan 9, 2012 at 6:21 PM UTC
I look at your work and see
an array of strokes in-between
The smiles and tears that piles
Isolated brushes in small rooms
I peep on your life and portraits
On the aisles of temptation and love
The misery of the human formations
Inside a three dimensional canvas
I think of you from symbolism realism
On the island where nature was proud
Landscapes of greenish violet spoke
Soaked romantic tinges in spiky pokes
I see your blue lonely bubble episodes
On the earth's doleful daunted pasture
Culminates of gloom, isolation suicide
Dark and blue composite of blindness
I love the painted roses of orange tosses
On the eve where mistresses and lovers
Speak accents of lust with naked bodies
Paraded games of the heart captured on ice
I seek your open mind and astuteness
On the soil of Africa celebrating souls
Dancing at the rhythm of the drum beats
Shaping,hunting,pacing, tracing, painting
I like the way you wandered and hoped
On the excitement of something a new
When cubism of browny monochrome
Shaded neutrals in fragmented collages
I long to figure you out and your gems
On that dynamic cased experimentation
Crystal periods of pipes, guitars and glass
The passion that brought you riches and fame
I love to romantasise you Pablo Picasso
On my search you were a dreamer and a doer
Falled and failed, waited and won it all
From surrealism, abstraction to classical
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 7:08 PM UTC