Arks Poems | Examples

Ay Yai Yai

To write some rules that check a text
to posit if it’s human:
a bit like Noah building arks
while lacking in bitumen.
For what’s the pitch, the angle here…
see plagiarism ceased?
To write a code to find fake odes:
that’s some recursive beast!

The World, God And Love

World
One
And all
Blessed and kind
Nature and souls bind
Clings, remain soft but not fragile
In God's hands, no strong marbles clutches the ground ductile
No boulders can silence the caves' echoes in the Cordillera of man's gifted lands
Seas and oceans combined, grounds drifting like blind, storms and clouds may rage over sands but floods cannot capsize arks of men as God and Love prevails.

Misty Blue

Misty Blue
  where are you?
I am so blue
  I long for you.

Wicked dreams
  drive me crazy
Open streams
  dry so quickly.

Tides rise
  winds demise
Arks capsize
  mounds arise.

Once in a blue moon
  mystical you disappear
Twice in a spoon
  drops of you appear.

Your spirit
  I love, calling your name
My spirit
  your love, a burning flame.

What more can I tell?
  hitting me so deep
Walking through the steep
  under your spell.

The Flood

The flood never did subside, each person became an ark.

Now the creatures have shrunk, 
mixed up until one species carries the genetics of all the species.

Fantastical beasts have arisen in a thimble of water.
The great flood is now a teacup, an ocean of tears,
but who’s tears?

God has long since dried Her eyes, The lamb, and the lion,
(Her onetime time emotional support animals),
have become so intermingled
that their parts are unrecognizable.
When all was said and done, we were all animals together.

The leaping waves toss we arks over the moon and back again,
leaks spring leaks.

We are all looking for a mountaintop somewhere,
so far, only a few have returned  with that long expected news.

The rest of us drift on looking still for that special place
to offload our cargo, our menagerie of leftovers
from an ancient truth.

Springtime In the Whirlwinds

Winter roars back,
May slips from view,
April has lost its anchor
in these storm tossed sky’s. 
Songbirds scrabble under
canopies still too thin
for cover.

None look up but huddle
in puffer jackets recently stowed.
It snowed all day,
now the wind is shoveling daffodils
out of the soggy earth.

Mice nibble roots
brought up from old larders.
House cats glare from frosted windows,
bare feet wrap themselves in wooly 
Christmas gifts. 

When May arrives it will find us
defending slowly melting igloos.
Water is filtered through strong drink.

Fortunately, we have almanacs
and  long range forecasts
so the present need for handmade arks
may not be necessary.

The Flood

The flood never did subside,
each person became an ark.

Only now
the creatures have shrunk, 
mixed up
until one species carries
the genetics of all the species.

Fantastical beasts have arisen,
in a thimble of water.
The great flood is a teacup ocean of tears,
but who’s tears?

God has long since dried Her eyes,
The lamb and the lion,
(Her onetime time
emotional support animals),
have become so intermingled
that their parts are unrecognizable.

The leaping waves toss we arks
over the moon and back again,
leaks spring leaks -
the drowning drink.

We are all looking
for a mountaintop somewhere,
so far, only a few have returned 
with that long expected news.

The rest of us drift on
still looking for that place
to offload our cargo,
our menagerie of leftover souls.

Our Native Land

When this plague passes over
And we emerge from our arks
Let not the euphoria of seeing
The rainbow in the horizon again
Becloud our vision or deafen our ears
To the sound of heavy chariots from 
The end of the spectral
From whence travel a people 
In the direction of the sun rise 
With boundless treasure 
In search of new lands to sow 
Crop and human seeds
Let us not stray far away
For these wanderers seek titles
They will come first as farmers
To buy our crops
Yet will not allow us a square metre
On their own soil
Their prisoners will dare to do
What our envoys dread to do in their land
They will pay bride prices 
To become one with us
Nomads will seek to become chieftains
And will drink with primogeniture
Till they enter chambers of princesses
In the name of wedlock
And become lords of vast fertile lands
Which natives boast not of
We crave for civilization but
God forbids us allowing princes sell lands
Where dwell the bones of our ancestors
We shall welcome strangers but 
Will not share our beloved land 
With vile visitors
Lest when midnight comes, 
There shall be no shelter

What Will Fill Our Hearts

When we’re empty what will fill our hearts?
What can be created in this space
Where Cupid lived creating  love’s sweet darts?

War has outdone Love on every chart
What race is   run without the nuclear waste?
When we’re empty what will fill our hearts?

No  way to  grow  our love  has yet been thought
Even though we know of every taste
Since Eros lived creating  love’s sweet darts

Love is free, we find it where we ought
We do not need to grasp to  obtain grace
When we’re humble love will fill our hearts

Love cannot be measured on a chart
We see in  human  beings  god’s new face
 Cupid works creating  love’s long darts

Whose  the finger that my feature’s traced?
Whose the womb that bore me  and embraced?
When we’re empty   trust will help our hearts
The gratitude of rivers ,mountains,Arks

Divine Intent

D-ivine
I-ntent
V-alidates
I-ts
N-oble
A-im

D-irectly
E-mploying

G-oal
U-ntil
Z-enith
M-arks
A-re
N-etted

Topic: Birthday of Divina De Guzman (March 12) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Dark-

betrayed by the light
a long, dull and bright dark sleeps
forlorn midnight arks




5/18/19

For May Premier 7, Any 1, 2 Or 3 Line Form, On Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

Listen Now

Can you hear
The music strange
That sings of change
In sad cheer?


Can you feel
The odd echo
Harsh yet mellow
In sad thrill?


Can you know
The misty breeze 
Descend to squeeze
In last flow?


Can you see
The glimpse unknown
Where what is shown
In sad spree?


Can you catch
The sudden spark
As lightning arks
In sad sketch?


Can you sire
A desire deep
As fitful sleep
In hot pyre?


Can you stream 
A burning flame
As the end game
In sad dream?




Leon Enriquez
26 January 2019
Singapore

Warning

You shouldn't yes you should 
signs signals suggestions and marks
river up confuse th' inner intellect 
to gather all reason and shape arks
one must believe to follow a sect 

You shouldn't Yes you should
some words dialogs screenplays; score
an leave out worlds massive deal
grant whatever is to perform for 
an present something to abhor

I shouldn't Yes I should
warnings is all we get in th' mind in th' head
for us to bear an never speak or even try 
is yet a harsh reality we despise 

I should Yes indeed will
speak by whatever way i can 
an empty all th' anger i carry 
for i can an will break decay

10/14/2016

Secreted Jewels

We dared meet
in clandestine disguise
behind an overlay of water

Secreted
from watchful eyes peering
amid crystalline dancing droplets

Our first kiss
concealed from lurking eyes
extracting  jewels of youthful joy

Rainbow arks,
captured floating crowning’s,
appearing and captivating gems

©Debra Squyres  
   10/31/14

For Member Contest: “Some Form of Crystalline”
Sponsored by: Nette OnCloude
Form: Parallelogram de Crystalline created by Karan Naidu

Texas Rig Welder

The beautiful arks flashes
While molting metal slashes 
Diving deep into my flesh 
I reach for a much needed breath 
As poisonous fumes fill my lungs
A welders passion threw my veins it runs
So i reach down deep for i em a welder i will not retreat 
I've gained my respect 
Standpipe conductors wellheads 7018 i inject
Welding all day and under a full moon light
I send a prayer that lord gives me the might
Weeks months away from home
Hearing little voices only threw a phone
I promised to make a better life for y'all
I em a Texas rig welder I'm ready for any rig call

Tomb

Where wild flowers bloom
And smell like perfume
Lies magnificent tomb
On it a temple of great volume

The temple is cut out of marble that looks like chocolate that’s white
It complexity of cut out glyphs makes for an amazing sight
There are ton of arks ornamented with diamonds inside
It looks surreal in moon’s light 

 Every time sunset turns gold
And in the trees wind whispers ballad of old
Above the lake clouds softly and endlessly unfold
What happens in and above the crypt is wonder to behold

The pillar of energy towards the skies grows tall
It is the great imperator’s soul
Energy brims from temples’ every wall
And its form heavens themselves will extol

For non local quantum vortex of vortexes appears above the chamber room
The imagination is the bride vortex the groom
Energy resonates through entire tomb
And the beyond abstract from essence point of view like blaze of wild flowers will bloom

Stone winds now have the floor
Of wisdom and justice they are metaphor
Like sea eagles they will soar
They are accountability of science and magic soul and core

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