"inferences" poems
#*Go write your own history
Learn the geography well
To compass the feelings
Do your geometry
The value of pi does not change
Variables and constants
Algebraic expressions
Do many experiments in the chemistry lab
Observation and inferences
Experience gained
Make sure you do your math
Be Calculative
You ought to make calculations and come to decisions
Learning languages for special skills
Expression is an art
And creative you must be*#
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 2:15 PM UTC
When an illusion becomes a reality
The whole idea of existence is shrouded
In the mysterious clues we are given
Unearthed from the remains ancient
Many hypotheses which float around
Mystic lands which once existed
So many exposed to the light of day
Many more still cradled within the layers
Many interpretations, ancient chronicles
Dates back to time immemorial
Many sources and many more tales
The soul of the scripts lost long ago
None will come to know the real sentiments
Mired in the deepest secrets of yesteryear
Historians’ favorite child, philosophers guide
We can only come up with our understanding
Spend a lifetime deciphering between the lines
Many centuries of hidden anecdotes
We can only reconstruct what we decipher
We may not be close to the real meaning
The custodians have whisked away the heart
And soul of the entire episodes
Leaving us between the vagueness
Papyrus holds the words, without the meanings
Not sure of the real feelings and emotions
Maybe a rendezvous with the chroniclers
If we can travel back in time
And enter the ethereal world of these histories
Can reveal the truth and exact sentiments
Till that time, we have to live with our inferences
Maybe we are way off the mark
In a different trajectory, away from the core
An illusion we may have created form our cognizance
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 7:20 AM UTC
He called her a **** at dinner
Told she could be thinner
Played the part of being an ***
Voicing opinions deemed crass
A waiter wandered up
Refilling a cup
Gave the girl a wink
But was more of a sporadic blink
Her date stood tall
And turned his fist into a ball
Told the waiter to **** right off
A comment muddled by a cough
Then, in an act of violence
Came a brief respite of silence
The waiter was struck in the jaw
Knocked on the floor captured in awe.
He was then beaten ‘til dead
Over inferences read
The woman screamed
At her date, the blood coated fiend
Police were brought in
The man simply grinned
Cuffs were attached
As the man’s might was matched
A month later
Due to the dead waiter
The man had his day in court
A bailiff acted as his escort
The man was sentenced to 15 years
The woman, in attendance, shed no tears
The man was taken
He appeared visibly shaken
Taken to a cell at Briar Field
A place all go to yield
He was beaten for days on end
By prisoners looking for time to spend
Searching for a sense of hope
Utilized in avoiding a knotted rope
The man found a friend
With a helping hand to lend
Then one day talking wasn’t enough
The man’s friend got rough
After a quick stich
The man was anointed a *****
Sitting for dinner he was called a ****
By his friend, who had become quite blunt
A guard came by and batted and eye
The friend asked if he wanted to die
Said this man was his slave
A poor butt-fucking knave
The guard retreated
Victory conceited
But the friend pressed on
Until the guards life was gone
Then walked back after the stunt
And called the man a fat old ****
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
Earth- it's a speck on a speck on a speck,
Stunning place nonetheless,
One of creator’s grace and my address.
I am a Human Being,
The most advanced mind-body machine,
We dominate life on Earth,
But, miss life’s worth.
We are a slave to our physical senses,
Trying to find you through scientific inferences,
But I know you are out there,
So, get in touch with us, through love,
Break the light barrier, make us vibrate higher.
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 8:46 AM UTC
in
this
instant,
is his embittered,
stubborn stance's
insistence upon
the inherent lack of existence
and consequence
of intimate instances
consistent with
continual distance's
enhanced persistence
of inconvenient
glimpses into
wished circumstances
and kissing lips'
inferences?
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
I took a risk, a leap of faith
What I said I wouldn’t, I did
I didn’t listen to my brain
Instead let my heart advise me
Your beauty was too enticing
I couldn’t help the feelings felt
For they flooded my emotions
Faster than a flash flood in July
I judged your book by its cover
And you did the same with my book
Thinking the picture showed it all
All 1000 words like they say
But after I opened it up
I was dismayed with what I read
Yet I kept turning the pages
With hopes that it would get better
Only to end up closing it
And flipping it to the back cover
To read what the summary read
Hoping to get an idea…
Of what could have been.
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 12:36 PM UTC
Oh! Indians!
In this land of Harischandra, India,
The wheel of life moves indifferent
Why this indolence, seek the media
Come to inferences sadly different.
Pre-independent great leaders sacrificed
Disinterested in material benefits; they
Rooted in struggle for freedom, though crucified
The dripping blood stirred their spirit gay.
But, now the blood and the spirit are diluted
Generations of ingratitude grow up lazy.
Sans sense of history, love and being looted
Whereto we move, Oh! Indians! on way greasy.
Awake brothers think why we are betrayed
Like a hound chased sheep we are strayed.
May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 2:54 AM UTC
all my poems are unique general principles
~for Helene Mendelsohn~
“A general principle never comes to life in my mind except by exhibiting itself in various special forms and in
crowds of instances for each form":
R.G. Collingwood
each a construct - an arch-i-texture,
each a crowd of a single instance
special forum, a dialogue differentiation,
a conjugate particle,
forming up, in marching order,
a singular troop, a base case singular,
a soldier especially demanding,
“Of Me, Write, Write”
for within my insight,
a one-off sighting,
one glinting wave reflecting,
its one millisecond exactitude of existence,
reforming unseemly, a new but not!
a seemingly similar shifted shape,
but no wave is a precision repetition,
perhaps a passing familiarity
of its precedents, antecedents,
at best
an instance borrowed and paid back
to the generosity of time
for a fully developed statement of a
general principle,
even a primary secondary textual emendation,
requires a unique naming definition
being born and dead dying while you are blinking,
does not understate absolute value,
a principle exists to give absolution,
so the moments resets,
perpetually,
but its own resolution is n’err forgotten
do you see the crowd of inferences
herein contained?
the principal unique,
poem plucked from passing sun ray,
a tickling hair of a brazen breeze,
one wave, one wave reconstituting a
millennium of preceding lives,
deriving its abbreviated genealogy
of droplets of prior principles
forever reinterpreted
so I gave you back
words you knew
but in a new combination
establishing this poem,
its constituents,
as a unique general principle
there is a prior poem, new, unique
in everything
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 10:06 AM UTC
Poetic inferences led the boy to speak in verse
Objectifying his father’s keeper, a light hearted nurse
Forced to pick up the title of the family curse
Bumping down back alley’s, swerving into Pa’s hearse
Responsibility, the weighted chain,
Attached generationally through one’s surname
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC
Many miles traversed
Between those thoughts
Each birthed during
Circumstances unique
To times which are bygone
Time has moved on
Yet, they still occupy a place
Deep within the mind
Without any inferences
They could have been different
As you toy with ideas
Trying to apply today’s solutions
To an era gone by
Each compartment
Demarcated with timelines
Minds traverses
A different trajectory
Time may have long forgotten
But the mind has its own reasons
To keep those thoughts preserved
Much weary we may be
Yet, sometimes
We cannot but refuse
To traverse between those thoughts
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 7:52 AM UTC
I see the ways of this world
Full of selfishness and hostility
It makes no sense to me
Why can't we just get along?
If we put aside our differences
And stop making inferences
About one another
Maybe if we stopped all the greed
We could be a world full of the freed
No more racism or rich or poor
None of the cruelty
Or and if that brutality
All of us truly equal
Then maybe the world would be better
And we could all stand together
On this planet we call home
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 8:24 PM UTC
Take me to a theme,
Explicating love, when blue.
Hype the hyperbole,
Metaphors aren't boring,
And similes are true.
Take me to the meaning of love,
When love is new.
Letter your signposts,
Your verses aren't lacking,
Figures of speech are attractive.
Dole out the affection,
Infect with injection
Dilating, collapsing veined roads.
Take me to any theme,
With your GPS,
I'll obey all directives,
Noting imagery along your path.
If inferences go astray,
I'll backtrack your way,
To a predetermined destination.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 10:05 AM UTC
As I walk across a pathway a heartbeat's width across a floor,
A peculiar sensation finds me wanting of an explanation to adore,
Not a feeling of a feeling, I don't have those anymore,
I can rip open my chest cavity to find nothing at its core.
-
I saw a young fine thing come cantering to a score,
And in her eyes I saw reflected back my lust for gore,
I didn't think of love or courting, that I do stately implore,
I have no idea how I could have had emotion before.
-
Incurring inferences upon deranged insanity,
I deny the charges and insist I must be free,
With my generation crawling at my likeminded feet,
I find myself unable to believe in humanity.
-
An algorithmic synapse of my mind's forward encryption,
Once brought about my failure of a heart's lonely submission,
And to this day I do wish that bitter was a real decision,
But I find something close to comfort with indifference as religion.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC
There exist so many worlds
In this one celestial world
So many different perspectives
Looking eye to eye, communicating
So many languages to decipher
Many feelings and emotions galore
Wrapped with the bond of humanity
As many opinions and inferences
Many worlds have thrived for centuries
So many twists and turns have occurred
Celestial wonder, surprises the inhabitants
Many paths do lead to the culmination
This is a world with many wonders
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
Your night,
Fueled by the throbbing bass
My night,
Fueled by your melting face
and I realize the only difference is the inferences.
The Kitchen sink,
stained with *****
decorated in broken bottles.
Empty spaces extinct by strange faces,
some of them had cartoon eyes and
for the first time in my life I felt my shoulders needed to breathe.
Together we all broke the floor.
The laughter right after let you know
what kind of house this was.
"Hey, I'm Shane, whats you're name?"
"I don't have a name"
and she walked away,
Nameless,
but we both know more then we did before.
The constant pulse
made every second the first
until the red and blue lights
came to save the neighbors nights sleep.
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC
Side worn glances draw the skin pale. Half dressed inferences hooked on a nail.
Spiteful nostalgia picked from the nose, of Tom Waits while holding a rose.
Serpentary train of thought, inevitably back to the same spot.
Revert to responsibilities of old, and return to reveries told.
Spectrums of light tumble blindly, refracting in through open panes,
Opaque shadows cast from blind spots left by stains.
Trying to be poetic for poetry’s sake, resolute in resolve, discovered as a fake.
The lexicon’s been tossed aside, for depressive angst most should hide.
Tachyons convolute the art, allowing the removal of heart.
Starry skies stripped of worth, sanitized sacrilege straight from birth.
Tentative steps, pushing the precursor forward as the floe begins to melt,
Nudge the idol in, and return to shore without talent, but svelte.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
Caught myself in a cart wheeled stance, gazing fondly at a soiled sky
A homeless man calmly rants, preaching to every passerby
Follicles dry up, flaking off bits of skin
Wayward into a cup, stuck in teeth, accompanying the grin
Inferences read by a measly pauper, picked up after a quick popper
The fuel fed, deemed improper, drained from the canyon by a local proctor
Repeated references to a world of old
Stored on dust filled shelves until sold
Spoke too much fancy for one to understand, blindly making it hard to comprehend
Lack of knowledge for the reprimand, timely practices seem to suspend
Going to try and be still, maybe close my eyes
Sleep on the lull of a hill, quick to rise
Told of Grimm lit tales of horror and abuse, held in spectrums casting light
Reordered for disorderly misuse, clouded by traces of spite
The jabberwocky speaks before the crowd, shrouded in the misconception of a dreamed up word. Hastened into speaking loud, the message soon becomes absurd
Words are falling out in a cyclical lexicon, adjusting themes to fit complacent lives
Illiterate Satanists sit in their hexagon, purging everything that thrives
A final thought implies just that, I have more faith in this thieving rat
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
Circum/stances (slash) foregone
circumvent forebears
circus-schisms of the forefathers
circumferences foreordained . . .
Abrahamic inferences
Feminine foreclosures
Unfabulous infibulations
Equivocating equivalencies . . .
Childbearing foreborne
Preposterous paradigm
Gender agenda return to sender
Hebraic / Pharaonic / Moronic . . .
Abracadabra
Presto change-o !
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 10:08 PM UTC
The mind started to dive in nothingness,
But doubt seeps in.
I felt frightened to make this journey,
A journey to decode
the questions of right,
Confused i walk to find the virtue of rightness,
Suddenly all around me,
Inferences started to fell victim to the darkness,
Mutely emerges this moral song,
Dancing on the ridge of right and wrong,
I fear the fall on the either side,
Not that i fear the pain,
But deep down a realization remain,
The fall will widen the perspective gap,
That it claim,
Considering the cause is in other,
There will not remain a way to uncover,
To uncover what is right or wrong,
Come forth the silence of dusk
To make an effect,
Still myriad dots left disconnect,
From this onus the mind became baffled,
And the poor soul quietly maffled,
How can it be fault of mine?
When my six can easily become your nine.
Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 2:33 PM UTC
suffer me,
that is...
allow this vista
to be superimposed
unto your own.
glean from your
kind, make the necessary
human inferences.
that a mirroring calm
awaits the storm.
which will yet astonish
you anew, even with all
your foresight.
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 1:07 PM UTC
Being slowly stripped
of obsessive compulsion,
unable to creature the habits of X--
its greater pains taken by
pains taken.
Volitional deductions, and
inferences...alibis and motives
scarring a madman's template.
Ram-shouldered entries
through paper thin doors, in response
to off color remarks on his meta-physique.
Isn't nature self-regulating, why shouldn't
it produce freaks of like control?
To assemble variables thereof, Warholian
assembly lines stockpiling non perishables
for unseen disasters.
To man, to woman the reins is a most
satisfying illusion...spurring on the tramping boisterousness.
We like formalities, dress rehearsals, the arteries
of maps...to run our fingers down,
nonplussed by their pulse.
We know that we don't know, today the weathermen
completely butchered the forecast, of this wouldbe
blizzard.
Time is already filtering their accountability.
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 12:46 PM UTC
It's hard to say if I really made it out alright.
Like that, I hope and pray we never ever have to fight.
Previous loves always waking me up in these nights.
Nightmares of unhappiness spreading like a blight.
So don’t go on making inferences.
I recognize the instances my bad decisions is
I know there’s more than one so I don’t need the list.
I’m just trying to have fun, all right.
Why so serious?
If I said something wrong, I was joking.
Be careful with me, clearly my heart is broken.
I cover it up well though, with all of my daily smoking.
But depression is a fire fueled merely by poking.
It doesn’t need stoking; just a little coaxing.
Wishing wells are just holes that people throw their hopes in.
Why try and worship perfection? Even the pope sins.
The rich need to tread deep waters? Lucky you, your boat swims.
But this sea of lies we swim in seems to be endless.
Filled with countless tests, stress and constant tension.
Bad decisions and miracles unfolding right before our eyes.
Better make the most of it because we only get one try.
One chance to make it
and get out of it the most.
One state of being,
but seemingly endless seas and coasts.
Drinking by yourself or with family making toasts.
Making everything a problem, or seeing it all as a joke.
Like moving someone’s seat and losing it.
Or comparing my reality to his make believe and choosing him.
Or deciding to rent my heart out without ever moving in.
Offered a choice between heaven and hell and choosing sin.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
Where you at, Boo
How do you not feel me calling for you
All the inferences that we drew
Answer the call, make me brand new
If only you figure out
That you are you
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC
I'll invade your recreational days
In D.C., Canada, or Maine
I'll push my wrists through your favorite drinks
At the basement show, local bar, and skating rink
You are not dead, but your actions are post-mortem
I write you letters of apology
A certain kind of eulogy
A never ending repetition of hand references
You gather evidence from my numb inferences
I don't recommend your behavior
Leaving me on the bathroom floor
Loving someone and throwing them to the flame
We drown ourselves without ending this game
You are not dead, but your actions are post-mortem
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
are my inferences logical
or am i stitching innocent gestures together
you're getting in my head
and i don't know whether you put yourself there on purpose
tors
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 10:38 PM UTC