Epochal courses a tamed countryside,
Spectacle sparkles glowing trees and boughs,
Pedestal weights and measures counter slide,
Sensible enshrine flexible reigned bows.
A sentinel taps chords and ivories,
The typical lose blues and notes the muse,
The miracle resonates mute carries,
A mythical being awaits its dues.
As Bach spirited his classical piece,
Some brought heart and soul, yet their ears came first,
Has God Heaven sent his blesseth song sheets,
Glass box reveals harmonic sharp verses.
Gentle-deft barters simply and ables,
Treble Clef and all the rest, well arranged,
Level weft swaps light, keyboard, and pedals,
Special, left Bach's masterful skills remained,
Categories:
ables, imagery, music,
Form: Lento
When you were born
The king boys were in the hospital
trying to sell
dodgy perfumes
All three of them
Some bastard up in the hills
had a torch on the whole night
St Ables accident and emergency
No rooms available
I totally understood kissing your friend
The amateur magician stuff was great
Our fishing trips
We always came back with a haul
but then again most of that clinked
Some of the table legs were sheer artistry
I turned your newborn head towards
the night sky
This is yours my son
Categories:
ables, poems,
Form: Free verse
Ables and not ables
Sharing the same armrest
At a movie theatre
But they are ignorant
To share all the rest
In their life matters
Categories:
ables, caregiving, character, community, environment,
Form: Free verse
Bard of Soups Hearts
Brings joy to our days in so many ways
All types of poetry penned that amaze
Reading is pleasure one has to agree
Distinctly good are tales from history.
One who is well read, knowing a lot too
Fables that teach some what they never knew.
Side splitting poems, laughing till we cry
One’s never bored when this poet stops by
Uplifting, inspiring, motivating
Pleasing, delighting and captivating
Some sensual that sets hearts pulsating.
Here’s to the bard, may your poems live on
Every one an epic, second to none
Anyone with heart would love every write
Raising heartbeats like music of the night
There’s one further thing I should mention
Sums you up so surely - ‘tis perfection.
8th February 2021
Last two lines are the Bard’s own, from two separate poems.
Categories:
ables, inspiration, motivation, poetry,
Form: Acrostic
E ntreating our persuasion
M anifesting that more is always better
P owering the effort to provide
T ables languishing with waste and
Y ears of abuse to abundance
F isheries of men
I dle in their satisfaction
E manating from their harvests
L ong overdue in sharing
D riving their gifts of plenty
S traight into the jaws of wastelands
O ver shoals of greed
F ailing to know their heart's content
P latitudes of gratitude
L ay empty and barren
E agerly spent then forgotten
N aked in their humbleness
T o the Gods of Cornucopia
Y ielding to a desolate starving future
April 27, 2020
Cornucopia Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
Categories:
ables, character, conflict, inspiration, irony,
Form: Acrostic
As I go line after line forming a rhyme. Showing my game to every gee walking by trying to scare me! Not to mention as they’re hearing my crazy but smooth lines. They go running and quit attempting to school me. But as my words come to be said my lines are out waiting for the crowds loud shout. Ables me t me also giving me the embracing to make it count. So as I may seem to be sounding full of Stupidly. 1 thing i can say is I’m no fake do to I’m willing to stand before a crowd rhyming my wording. (Making the non-believing stop)! They’re bragging immediately. Begin thinking imp the real thing as most would fear this timing for the duty to be done. Personality all i come to do is spit my lines and blow the crowds minds. As i get applause i come to say good-bye.
Categories:
ables, appreciation, courage, devotion, inspiration,
Form: ABC
Season To Taste
S oup – pure broth
E ndeavouring to stay “pure”
A mid the “cook’s in the kitchen”.
S easoning to taste the
O fferings of distant “chefs” -
N ot/accepted -
T ables set for too many.
O outsiders –
T heir noses pressed
A gainst the glass -
S niffing the soup
T asting, its
E fficacy.
John G. Lawless
12/27/2015
Categories:
ables, poetry,
Form: Acrostic
SHENIKA SIMS
the soil of my soul is so open to growth right now
i welcome the knowledge and the strength that it all inspires
once upon a time i was writing disciplinary sentances a thousand times or more
now i am being quoted for the purpose of the betterment of others a million times or more
if that is not Reason enough to give Him Thanks and Praise, then my People, narcolepsy is a habitual and a pathological liar that blockades
MALAKI MEZCLAR
there is no particular reason
there does not have to be a spot in any season
i just Thank Him and Procede....
much obliged....that is all the space i need
MARTY KING
what is waking up if i am not thankful
whether with volume or in quietude,
it is He that Ables Me to Be....
therefore I AM....Thankful
some may say that too simply i pray
do i have to have five dollars and be abstract
i shake my head to myself and with ease i tell Him....THANK YOU....
there is no feeling like That Particular Aftermath....
it inspires me to lay me down to sleep Happily and Carelessly Monotonous....
Categories:
ables, god, inspiration, poetry, uplifting,
Form: Free verse
I know that if it was not for God i would not be where i am he in ables me to do his will
each and everyday.when you look in the mirror can you see that you are a child of God
he knows your inside and out better then you know them yourself .Be not troubled by
what is going on around you know that f you give it to God Count it already done take
your hands off it let Gods will be done.
Categories:
ables, religiongod, god,
Form: I do not know?