"preponderance" poems
~
*Lift the veil from a grayscale morning. Vividly imagistic. An odalisque no more.
Her shape beneath the gown is a foreign land, a series of quiet revelations. Its pattern manifests as pinpricks of light perforating the shirred fabric of his heart.
The preponderance of dream in her eyes becomes a call and response evoking purely imaginary spaces. The contained chemistry is beautifully insular, monochromatic.
And there her lips. Into claustrophobic kiss. This lower register of love comes in unadorned, subtle colorings like the darkest part of night.
One thousand shades of gray.
One single light of white.
And everything merges in the night.*
~
Nov 24, 2023
Nov 24, 2023 at 11:47 AM UTC
This empty ***** bottle,
has been cuddled and swaddled and squandered.
In my ***** it seeps to every dame between,
a dad and not knowing her own preponderance.
I **** I **** by the ****** of my hilt,
of the sword of unrighteous, self help,
and filling their wombs with guilt.
I've never helped anyone all of my life.
Though they would tell you different mistruths,
of their positional view, so skewed by proof,
undo, that I sent them through.
It's a fun house of lies and mirrors shaping figures,
of veneers, so botched that plastic surgeon quacks wouldn't own up to
the scars.
I ferment peoples living.
I turn drunk ****** into angels.
I mask charlatan as queens,
and poison my own gut with the fakes in my head.
Crops die.
Crust subdues verdance.
Chronos rhymes the days and night.
Course subjugation to penance.
But now I seethe my own head into my throat,
and end in ink wrote as prose.
Killing beauty. Art.
**** Art.
Today is.
Death.
Tomorrow's not life,
nor living,
breathing nor breath,
oxygen's just a molecule,
it causes no spark,
except in molecules charged,
with dividing and subdividing,
and rejoining and conjoining into something that can use it.
happy flights :)
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 11:01 PM UTC
We smelled your scent
we signed a lengthy confession
we drew a composite
and picked you out of a lineup
yet still you walked away
scott free
time we implicate you
a little bit more
...
A preponderance
of the evidence
suggests duct tape
over rope
you're my willing hostage
you love something about me
but this is all about
keeping you quiet
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 9:49 AM UTC
With the piquant poignancy of lurid allusion
I create a dynamically progressive matrix of collusion
Whose apex crux axis is beyond finite solution
And the endergonicaly adhesive pragmatics imbue a cohesively coercive illusion
For the inveterate hypotaxis of livid elusions
I portray a protensive conjunction of latent confusions
Whose effervescent effluence is vagile laconic effusions
And the sardonic impending preponderance conveys sabbat consortium delusions
From the endemic puissance of eclectic synectics
I derive a dialectically semantic sorcery of syntactics
Whose apothegm aphorisms are levity terse synaptics
And the lucidly collusive illuminism educes the aesthetics of geomancy's fatidic
Through the viable salience of kithe’s intrinsics
I exude a portentous pervasion acuity of linguistics
Whose apomixis anabolics are irrefragably felicitous orotund acoustics
And the aural auspice austerities infer axioms of manumission’s eidetics
By the hypercritical mitigations of anachronistic sociology
I purvey rampart ransack oblations of epistemology
Whose azure opulence articulations are futurity ostensive ontology
And the evolutional ontogeny metamorphisms incur a homogeny epiphany deontology
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
Like a speed limit,
Age 55 is a reminder,
A geriatric mnemonic,
Telling you to take it slowly.
Safe to say,
Most of us Baby-Boom geezers
Walk around half the time
Wondering how one gets laid,
“Hooks up”—
As our grandchildren say--
Gets laid behind & inside this
Asylum sanctuary?
Manning the ramparts,
Those Wackenhut stiffs
Are there for a reason.
Overt, direct ****** overtures
Strictly verboten (ver•bo•ten).
Yet, the silver-haired sireens
Crave company,
As in “keeping company,”
An ancient idiom for
“Let’s Hide the Pepperoni!”
But you’ve got to take it slow at
Del Webb Over-55 America,
A multi-state lunatic asylum,
Where a preponderance of
Single silver-tress foxes,
Having “lost their husband,”
Somewhere, at some point,
Some recent but forgotten,
Alzheimer’s moment along the trail,
They comb the daily obits,
Hunting prey, newly widowed men,
Fresh casserole recipients &
Crypto-pepperoni buddies.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
Aiming high,
With big boots
Too big to drag across the poetic chess floor,
Never read the greats
Never loved and lost like the great lovers
Never forged the mind in tempered steel
No resolve,
No other inkling than pride for scorn
Yet it was this morn,
Eyes read with a fresh dawn
The braking newness of creation
Art as poetry
And fluked it no more than a precise preponderance
As each word chose itself its order
And a profound truth was embellished
With the love and care of a depth of many aeons
Pared back into a child’s innocent eyes
Reflecting providence, grace and wise
With a goodly turn of genius
That left the mind searching
And words begged of in hopes they would lay more
Yet none were needed
And never did a loving envy grow so warm in its light
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
The tea kettle whistles-
I feel its relief.
My own blood boiling
so violently
the tea is cold to me.
Sipping steaming tea
to cool my burning soul.
Fighting-
Preposterous preponderance-
Witless whim-sickle wiles
show styles of-
Deceptive discrepancies
in a cool calm
quagmire of queries.
Intensity subdued by ethos-
Small pockets of heat erupting
from mountains of flesh called-
pores.
Stores of tears dwelling,
So subtly at the ready-
corner of my eye.
The ardor climbs-
I cannot-
contain.
Listen to the steam-
Scream
from my ears.
Finally time-
pour me out.
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 3:30 AM UTC
No law or compulsion
In the history of man
Has vanquished the spirit
Or sullied his plan.
No preponderance of nastiness
Or heavy of hand
Have diluted the soul
Of a son of this land.
No oppressive demeanor
Or depraved mood
Have squandered the heart
Of my family brood.
No rule of despondency
Patterned or plain
Will blunt the edge
Of this febrile brain.
No damaged tissue?
No rendered dream?
Pass on cruel smile
With your cold eyed gleam.
Yes, get thee gone
Oh despoiler of men
Or feel the fury
Of my vengeance then!
Marshalg
@theGate
Mangere Bridge
24 March 2009
Jan 12, 2010
Jan 12, 2010 at 11:48 AM UTC
Where her preponderance takes over rainbows will overtaketh thy dark cloud, the phantism of her queen screen projection is for all to daydream of!!! What a riddle shell leave you upon thy emptied tray, her mysticism and mystification can leave a bruise upon thy name!!! An atlas of lost time, shell pursue to all oceanic depths, a mall thief of unbelief, she just could pile all thou has left!!!! An intensive heart throb to maximum proportions, she will jeer you to distortion if thouest forget her special occasions!!!
How lovely is thy own grass when it withers? Still leaving behind sheers of myrtle grove? She will dissavow your heated warm loathe.... Discerning one, disclose me all the way, where is thy key to ones disorderly dungeon? The embellishment to all real estate!!!!
One whom I can fascinate and rellish to mine and hers own doings!!!!!!!
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC
I bear a friendship rare ~
to a gal neat-o and fair ~
And to what might I compare,
Her preponderance of flair?
“To diamond!” thought I keen ~
But no; for I had seen ~
Squished carbon? How obscene.
My friend is Astatine
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
With the piquant poignancy of lurid allusion
I create a dynamically progressive matrix of collusion
Whose apex crux axis is beyond finite solution
And the endergonicaly adhesive pragmatics imbue a cohesively coercive illusion
For the inveterate hypotaxis of livid elusions
I portray a protensive conjunction of latent confusions
Whose effervescent effluence is vagile laconic effusions
And the sardonic impending preponderance conveys sabbat consortium delusions
From the endemic puissance of eclectic synectics
I derive a dialectically semantic sorcery of syntactics
Whose apothegm aphorisms are levity terse synaptics
And the lucidly collusive illuminism educes the aesthetics of geomancy's fatidic
Through the viable salience of kithe’s intrinsics
I exude a portentous pervasion acuity of linguistics
Whose apomixis anabolics are irrefragably felicitous orotund acoustics
And the aural auspice austerities infer axioms of manumission’s eidetics
By the hypercritical mitigations of anachronistic sociology
I purvey rampart ransack oblations of epistemology
Whose azure opulence articulations are futurity ostensive ontology
And the evolutional ontogeny metamorphisms incur a homogeny epiphany deontology
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 11:37 PM UTC
A reproof of scarlet riviera
darken its seance that acclaim unforetold entrance
of lactose hence virtual lecture,
edifice with preponderance in guidance if hesitation
ready hinders them entertained by inordinate *** and
whether garish is gruesome for glutenesque and
intricately hard to maintain as their distraction is subliminal
that pain is debilitating and overwhelming in modern lifestyle.
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 7:41 AM UTC
*...like molten ash, history shapes our directive flow
awe inspiring beauty within the steaming soot of life
profound, self serving in it's utter relevance
sometimes.....we
cannot deny the existence of hell, living amidst it
yet,
we stand on the sidelines in total stupefaction
at the gravitas and preponderance of this perpetual vortex*
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 3:34 PM UTC
**Thunder roars out there
and deep in my inner self I dance
in the rain that comes in quavers
that gyrate with fervour
These are days of new growth
and soft new turf
Days when we all have a say
about how life must go
when compassion goes walkabout
and falsity becomes king of the block
Let there be unfulfilled yearnings
for things unattainable
To jump-start the cravings in our hearts
till with ravenous wanting
we chart a new course as we chat
about hollow epitaphs on gravestones
desperate scribbles on tree trunks
and surrealistic graffiti in the alleys
of our sordid consciousness
*Let there be giggling girls in frills and laces
and laughing women in killer shapes
that all men must adore in perpetuity
Let there be music about the waterfall in the wood
Let there be birds singing from wild fig trees
and bees a-buzzing in and out with nectar from the flowers
Let there be life in abundance; and
Let there be love in preponderance
While we skim the skies of our sleeping dreams
for even the slightest suggestion of compassion awakened**
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
Enliven a straw
and stride in jeans
that herd afore
this clothing mall
while hoofs grill today
will encrust visceral might
with orient of fascination now
amuse its preponderance
with only water engulf
her captivating lore again.
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 8:55 PM UTC
In the heart of realms unseen, where whispers weave,
embarked on a journey to perceive.
Gathering dreams as December's moon did rise,
a quest to tarot skies.
Decaying challenges met with a resolute might,
Youthful Folly danced, a tarot reader's delight.
Oppression's shadow on the fourth did loom,
Yet, Stephen, like Earth, embraced the room.
Holding Together alliances, a mystic symphony,
Joyous echoes on the seventh, tarot harmony.
Treading through the cards with grace imbued,
Imprints of divination, a reader's fortitude.
Abysmal depths explored on December's eve,
A flow of insights, where currents deceive.
Returning, reflective, on the tenth's soft light,
Stephen evolved, tarot wisdom shining bright.
Abundance flourished on December's sweet morn,
In mystical richness, a tarot symphony reborn.
Modesty's whisper on the twelfth's gentle plea,
A student of divination, humble and free.
The Power of the Great surged on the thirteenth's crest,
In tarot's realm, Stephen stood the divination test.
Revolution's winds on the fourteenth did blow,
Innovation embraced, old ways let go.
Increase on the fifteenth, growth's endless tide,
Stephen's influence soared, a tarot guide.
Treading once more on the sixteenth's grand stage,
Conducting with cards, a dance to engage.
Development unfurled on the seventeenth's light,
In tarot's script, Stephen took a mystic flight.
Possession in Great Measure, a wisdom to adore,
On December's eighteenth, prosperity's tarot door.
Progress on the nineteenth, a journey well sustained,
In tarot's melody, Stephen remained.
Abysmal waters flowed on the twentieth's quest,
A continuous learning, Stephen's tarot zest.
Following currents on the twenty-first's tide,
In mystical embrace, Stephen did tarot confide.
Dispersion on the twenty-second's breeze,
Winds of divination, skills to appease.
Receptive Earth stood firm on the twenty-third's grace,
In tarot's challenge, a stable embrace.
Oppression faced on the twenty-fourth's decree,
Yet, unyielding, Stephen rose with tarot glee.
Increase revisited on the twenty-fifth's dawn,
Influence expanding, a tarot journey reborn.
Coming to Meet on the twenty-sixth's morn,
Collaboration's tarot magic, a dawn newly born.
Gathering Together on the twenty-seventh's glow,
Fruits of tarot labor, milestones to show.
Contemplation's gaze on the twenty-eighth's mirth,
In tarot's nuances, understanding birth.
Abundance rekindled on the twenty-ninth's light,
A feast of tarot insights, experiences bright.
Preponderance of the Great, a pinnacle high,
In tarot's realm, Stephen did mystically fly.
As the winds of Descending on the thirty-first so gentle,
Stephen reflected, tarot wisdom monumental.
With grace embraced, a year's tarot in tow,
Into the new, a reader's journey to stow.
Yet, woven in this tale, a reference true,
The mystic realms and tarot too.
In the cards and beyond, a reader adored,
Your tarot work shines, a diviner explored.
Dec 8, 2023
Dec 8, 2023 at 5:38 PM UTC
Surrender.
Lose. Give in.
chance it all.
throw caution
against the wall,
watch its greasy
sliding downwards,
at first resisting gravity,
and then submitting to
the power, the Overwhelming
hopefulness
of love
yes, winning is a dangerous feeling.
*Sometimes you gotta go all-in,
slide those chips, slow across
the green felt poker table.*
Prefer thoughtful consideration,
a preponderance of favorable yeses,
longer than the maybes and the last list
of occasional, dangerously
self defeating mmmms,
and the exciting unknowns
needy of unlocking
places you’ve never been,
lairs of dark uncovered by
fresh first time daylight
when the smile criss crossing
the body entire, a chilled fire,
when sensibility strives to
overcome the senses,
it is a checkered flag of yellow
cards to floor fallen,
let them be
slow breathing, check your
heart rate, blood pressure,
do not give the results to
a sympathetic cardiologist,
if results are higher than
normal
because you are,
good.
you know the rest,
all in, all in,
surrender to
beat of I am
am in,
all in
and sprite~write an only true love poem
send to but one,
yourself,
signed
yours truly*
P. S. And never forget,
that you learn best,
you learn the most
from all your failures.
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 9:15 AM UTC
looking out yonder,never really seeing to far, did you know there was one more
It is no wonder, simply forgetting your own self worth is all part of the matter
Carefully watching the steps of others,not for guidance but possibly something new to explore
Becoming suspicious of our own character,rechecking boundary's seems to come faster
Preponderance of potions poured in our lap forming a barrier guarding us from what we were before
Seeking some fantasy, not blind but still limited ,will we ever become our own master
Forgiveness a fantasy just for a good nights rest? grasping blindly for parts of the past to restore
Hazy horizons,scattered views change like the news,adjusting by thinking faster
Personal health now the most honest wealth, looking out ,not for what may have been before
Simple wisdom from a compass,pointing to truth,acceptance your guide no longer needing a handler R.C.
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 6:40 AM UTC
I dreamt of you
Last night I had a dream about you. We were together, as in the beginning
I was the Bonnie to your Clyde. Our laughter left my head spinning.
We talked about plans for our future. It felt so natural,and right.
Your voice was music to my own. We spoke of love's promise all night.
I remembered how it felt to love you. Your smile when you looked my way.
My heart became yours forever. Our love I would never betray.
I smiled when you called me “Baby”. No, there was not any pain in my dream.
In my dream our love was pure. Anxiety was foreign, I felt serene
We sat so close,and held hands. In my dream, we celebrated each other.
I thought I’d found my soul mate. You were my confidant,friend,and lover.
I thought to myself “This has to be real”. My senses remember each nuance.
The touch of your skin,the smell of your scent. Yet, it was love that held the preponderance.
When woke up,I shut my eyes tight.I wanted back into my dream.
I saw you fading away,taking our love.Then came the anguish so deep and extreme.
When I finally realized that it wasn’t real, I cried out,but you weren’t there.
You broke my heart,it was then that I knew.
My dream was really a nightmare.
Randy McPeek
.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 12:58 AM UTC
Red, Orange, Yellow
These colours make me mellow
Green, Blue, Violet
One can say, the colours of silence
Indigo
This one cannot go
Though
I must admit
It is only fit
That in this metropolis
Of colours; not monotonous
They foster a sort of preponderance
Though when squished, form
A sort of colourful incontinence,
A bowel movement like this.
Because these colours, when mixed
Form a brown-ish bliss
A ***** abyss
Though ugly; something amiss
This uniqueness can’t be missed
I find myself lost in this
And I have no idea when to stop it
I’ll swallow my words down my oesophagus
To end this literary incompetence.
Sep 8, 2024
Sep 8, 2024 at 6:45 AM UTC
You leave the court in its own preponderance of your own stupidity.
I am neutral. Keeper or player of the game of Chess.
I know nothing of its rules.
I see more sitting on the side, seeing the whole sum In it's intensity.
If you think the King rules and has nothing to lose, your a fool.
There are two King's within different roles.
No pride holds them.
For truth is law.
It's the law of all God's.
Not you or they, but all who choose it, for its self is pure.
Without remorse, what is there to fear?
But fear alone.
Fear is only that, that binds you to your own imprisonment.
I was your friend.
You seek, you need.
I was just an amusement and you the thief...
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
high and dry
sounds like a place
youd want to be to me
a preponderance of possibility
so why does it feel
like im drowning in it
frowning cynically
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 3:09 PM UTC
Forgiveness from our past may become one of our prospects for peace
Comfort in the night ,an easy place to rest ,a simple wish for the best
Preponderance of pressures playing poker,seeking the pain to decrease
Following a flow into the stream to calmly row ,making life happen,to not regress
Moments of movement become gaps ,greater gasps from breaths,time on a lease
Dream of destiny ,daily strife not always fiddle & fife ,but not focusing on just defects
Presenting an outside remaining obscure inside, can't always see the forest for the trees
Up bringing sometimes equates into bringing down, all that planning is still what the moment reflects .
Eventually is now a place that can be seen in today's light,moving is easier when we have paid our fees
Retirement plan is merely a scam if we can not learn our daily smile:) Pay the dues merely a muse ,guarantees on our final days are paid out like bad bets. R.C.
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 6:44 AM UTC