"surmises" poems
A gentleman of gentle deeds,
whose smile surmises his thoughts.
A simple man of simple gestures,
whose kindness has never been fought.
His words clever,
his ideas charming,
his romance soft yet strong.
Enchanting eyes, endearing lips,
his promise an elegant song.
I want a gentleman,
to run with me,
through fields of yellow and green.
I choose the gentleman,
the careful man,
the loveliest man I have seen.
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 1:01 AM UTC
The sun rises then sets;
It's beautiful.
The moon glows then disappears;
It's beautiful.
*The thought of 'Us' is bittersweet.
'Us' is ugly yet so beautiful.
'Us' is saccharine yet so acidic.*
Demoralized thoughts
derived from cynical trepidation
seem to render me dazed and addled.
I've never experienced a love like this:
a love whereas i voluntarily succumb to any of your surmises,
a love whereas your wants and needs come before mine,
a love whereas I feel like i need you,
a love whereas I suffer from withdrawal
when your voice fails to reach my ear for too long,
when your skin fails to touch my skin for too long,
when the trust I so much had in you
..
..
..
seems to no longer exist.
*Would anyone savour the taste of a bittersweet fruit?*
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
once bitten twice shy,
and now i hold no illusions why
the planet comes to love
as much as is taken by;
and the dawn surmises
but burns and rots,
and the tree begets
unthinking thought—
yet here i stand,
again that ***
that called the kettle
black.
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
Where did they hide a punch clock in the timeless solace?
Or did they hide it all?
Perhaps it’s difficult to see some mornings?
We walked together to the school bus-stop, Billie Jean and I,
…she seemed to have a thing for me although I don’t know why?
I had a birth deformity; my feet were horned like snakes,
…a scaly-green monstrosity that locked away my heart and mind,
…so that; like the time clock, no one would ever see me.
Even the trip to doctors in Thebes, it only made it worse,
...all the children in my town found out, and said that I was cursed,
An ancient Greek named Urias claimed;
That tranquil purple’s peaceful dawn had hid a pitcher of lies,
And Zeus’ anger at the act brought down lightning from the skies,
…and struck down the people just like me against a ballad of rainbow fusion sunrise.
For the dreamy cosmos exercises as the pantomime he realizes,
…the many fancies of his disguises that the panoptic mind has in its surmises,
And in their parrying fall the distended fragments of the egg,
…formed some like me who were formed quite queer, said to come from Apulian’s nightly fall of fear.
Glass-bottled visions of events not clear all framed in a circle of Plato’s Great Year.
My feet the scaly-green monstrosity which sealed my heart and mind,
Billie said it was a gift from that Great Old Father Time,
A spring of rocks, a great mountain, a whirlpool and a navel,
I guess one day I’ll become them all, if and when I’m able!
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 5:20 PM UTC
Man is nature's child.
He is her firstborn, her best-
Loved. Man is in her good graces.
He doesn't know, he often surmises
That he is behind on the rent,
That he has over-spent his
Allowance. He does not see!
The purpose of man is to live;
The purpose of a giving tree is
To give. No coldness can take
Refuge in nature's heart, no
Spite can contort her lovely face.
The earth's an easy, forgiving place;
Made for men to live and love,
Made to house a lucky race.
Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 1:48 PM UTC
not one person knew who lit the fire
at the old pub in the town's main drag
it will remain an unsolved piece of inquire
who on that night used a burner's tag
back in the year of nineteen fifty three
the watering-hole went up in flames
from the locale an arsonist did so flee
after playing his match striking games
a shadow some of the locals have seen
where the timbered hotel once stood
hovering around like a ghostly screen
this figure is an omen not of the good
if it could speak what would it ever tell
in regards to the starting of the inferno
which was like a flammable torching hell
one but surmises about events long ago
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 10:39 PM UTC
Art cares not...
Art cares not for approval, it simply expresses;
Art cares not for award, it simply impressess;
Art cares not for articulation, it simply apprises;
Art cares not... for in fact, it simply surmises;
Art cares not... but simply, do you?
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
What is left to say if simply transcribing another's antidotes
Will not knowing an idiom from a metaphor automatically make me an idiot?
Left to our own devices now will be up to the reader who surmises or denotes
Will particles of paraphrases become our own, simply a contest to find the wittiest?
Alliteration in our communication stresses our sounds like more bass from out throats
Faced with future facsimiles will we ponder to produce our own or leave us inexperienced
Seemingly sly salutations setting by the wayside wishing to be brought forward for their own votes
Smooth as a baby's **** some configurations combine to make them the silkiest
Sometimes simple silly slogans become our deepest thought leaving little to decode
Tricky trusty truisms tantalize while beige boring subtitles often stand the test
Reaching for fruit that will fall anyway,does it become easier to the take the lesser road
Reading and receiving often one sided or deceiving, playing differently when put into
writing it will now be left to the reader to decode. R.C.
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
theorizes, surmises, realizes, outlandish notions
manifesting gibberish inside frangible egghead,
especially when attempting tip ply words struggling
to describe abstract whims fed
by fancy, groovy, heady indefinable
mind boggling ideas they weigh like a led
zeppelin inside gray matter squeezed
to the max like a sponge dark red
when saturated with near incomprehensible
thought processes that attempt to shed
light on cosmic principles, yet lack
mathematical familiarization wed
did with advanced studies in astrophysics (trace
sing pinball erratic mental reverberations
leaves me stupefied) about mysteries of space
time continuum, quantum mechanics,
and even how my existence came about
since the presence of human race
whereat random
evolutionary circumstances took place
on planet (un) fit Earth analogous
to skien woven of sateen lace
via some invisible hand weaving
world wide webbed warp and sub woof
fur wrought primordial miracles
ranked (within schema by human primates)
as zen amazingly grace
full promenade,
per multivarious species, now one Janus face
sing self destruction duet hoo
weapons of mass destruction can erase
entire range comprising terresrial biota
unable to escape original weeknd update
with Jane Curtain, and Chevy Chase,
and according to Stephen Hawking the base
sic global web spun via **** Sapiens
will lose role as topdog
ousted from twittering, spotifying reddit queue
over stayed plenti potentiary pinnacle,
oracle outlook netzero for mankind as ace
forced to relinguish role,
sans self anointed supreme beast
(what a beauty this bipedal hominid),
whose surging population didst increased
the process toward total vaporous xfinity zapped –
frankly tubby sub letted and leased
to another organism
not needing tubby policed.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
what starts as a seed is soon a wave,
can it be my mind playing tricks on me?
i doubt it, but i doubt myself
there is no one feeling that surmises them all
an accumulation of multiple strands of random thoughts
forcing me to see the the dark,
i may not get to sleep tonight
but then tomorrow, light
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
Eyes along rose-aisle wanders and ponders,
eager to experience the explosive wonder,
amorous thunder in scentful embrace
elope with the trail of darkening banyan shade.
Reality with realmless ravishing painting
in a suave sensation surmises our surreality,
thoughts of past like thorns of Bengal rose
swim in sour and sweet wind of stormy candour.
At the dusk of divine splendour
wrapped in romantic lazy luxuriousness
I listlessly look at the blossoming spring,
an enchanting evening of thoughtful dreams,
radiant midst of melancholic screams
embraces the dark shade of bordering woods.
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 1:27 PM UTC
you said hello to her once, the very first time you met her,
and then something got over you and you never made it to be her friend,
she then decided to try and be your friend instead of you trying,
but even then, she failed because you weren't willing, it seems,
and so something beautifully breathtaking fell apart without creation
because you decided to become a cowardly lover who fed on other people's idea of what love is and so your lover walked away with your beautiful flowers that lit up with face when she smiles
and so because you wanted to be the Cinderella, you lost the princess
but then again you couldn't realized because you fed yourself surmises
that convinced you to be divine over her,
at least she tried it all, till her last goodbye,
which you failed to show up for, it was then she knew not to turn back,
and so you ended the story that could have lasted a lifetime of double heartbeats, just because you allowed people to make you a cowardly lover that you weren't to begin with,
and so to your dust, you will always remember her last traces that she left behind for you, if any.
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 9:41 PM UTC
The constant cloud cover hides
the picturesque panorama from
my sweet little scenic peninsula,
the wetland of unknown beauty,
the place where reigns the rain.
The cloud always keeps the veil on,
denies the Sun the right to shower
his warm ray to enlighten the land,
although the Sun's been aware of the
mystical treasure hidden down there.
Love and light have the potency to perceive possibilities,
and as you acquire eager yearning for openness,
no cloud can keep you confined to the dark dampness,
and yes, on a fine banal day my land meets her Sun.
Light rushes through her dark and damp valleys,
the ray of righteousness invading her veins
as my dear land encounters enlightenment,
the romantic reality fills her with the fire of fulfillment.
Amazement echoes through her as she greets
the leafy luster and the priceless pearls of those
candid moony mountains that pour magic on her.
The perennial spring of wisdom and enrichment
needs to ramify and rove to experience more.
Months and years pass and now she surmises,
the misty life at every turn surprises,
so she resolves to pursue that fine trait of life,
as she would never cease to explore
the finer version that still remains unexplored
inside her very self with the hope of
the other sun, that is yet come.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 1:34 PM UTC