Back to Basics
When all the rust takes over and our final structure falls
When that wood has finally rotted and the final trumpet calls
When the last day here on earth has then become your first
There will only be one way to quench that human thirst
When the light here starts to fade and your eyes are growing dim
When our thoughts can quickly turn, to this world away from him
When the last thing that we hear is the first we start to see
If you get lost in the forest, simply focus on the tree
His blood has now been shed, and his sacrifice was made
He suffered and died for us, for our debt to be fully paid
There is no greater love than what God has given and sent
Harden not your heart, accept the truth and then repent
None of us are perfect and worthy we are not
We repeat the same old sins and squander what we’ve got
Just remember what I tell you as you watch the sunset fall
Jesus Christ died for our sins, and his blood was shed for all
Mark Koplin
9/3/25
Help! There are two of us in here;
one is ego, the other soul.
Save in deep sleep, ego prevails,
deflecting us from our life role.
Mind is the domain of ego
and soul’s abode, our glowing heart.
Discern with care, worthy hermit,
cause why head and heart stand apart.
These monsoon clouds, these rolling verdant hills
These gushing streams meandering through at will
These canopies of magnificent towering tall trees
swaying with the whimsical winds joyfully free
Beckoning me back where serenity reigns still.
We felt we had been to lied,
since boons we sought were denied
but since our heart was not pure,
this was God’s way to censure.
To imbibe the pulse divine,
nodes within form must align
with love, feeling not thinking;
our awareness, unblinking.
To be as such, thoughts must cease,
that with no demons to please,
ego cravings die in time
and then we heavenward climb.
Transfixed in the cosmic hum,
doing nothing we become
the light we set out to seek,
by plugging energy leak.
FREED VERSE uses
spaces&breaks
sans
grammatical
symbols
'the one breath
limitation'
the intuitive
cadence
being the key
both
to read
&to say
an interplay
interpretation
unique
to the moment
visual on the eye
wrapa-around
lines
good-bye
I’ve hated myself and gated my true self/
Tired I waited for health basics to shelve/
Take care of yourself during young ages to delve
Shake bare sore urges yearning numb phases to evolve/
Intake of a rare lore emerges /
In wake of we’re to lure resurgence /
I think not as they’ll plea what they have to plead to move along/
Most certainly a uniquely freed seed of his own breed to sooth strong/
Host a sneak peek of belief for the creed through deeds to behoove long/
Sordid and oblique with the technique nothing meek to seat a sleek antique/
Sure didn’t complete the metaphor for the mega Thor to wreak on the sheet/
A meteor upheave is seen as way more meatear to read the meter/
Catching a gear clutching the brake lever I steer near to see you sear/
Hatching as the overseer or instructor if you peer I have the hymn structure to adhere/
My old bike is good for me,
It takes me from A to B
Times when I need to be alone
My bicycle and I on our own
Cars are fine for families,
Cruising along can be a breeze,
Cars are too expensive to run
Petrol prices are no fun.
Registration, Insurance, maintenance, and more
Cars can no longer be purchased by the poor,
Public transport fares will rise
Poverty for many before our eyes
What a miserable sorry state.
Welfare is necessary at this rate
Of affairs, we are in,
Without a mention of
War, Flood, Fire and sin.
Back to basics and common sense
It would help to recompense,
For some of those that feel a need
To cause corruption because of greed.
Greed and power, I can't abide
I need my old bike so that I can ride
So my trusty cycle and I can roam,
To a quiet place to dream alone.
I'm going back to basics
Tossing technology out the door
They say life is what you make it
I'm going to make it a natural world
The stars at night will be my candlelight
The open meadow my unmade bed
The Moonbeam will hold my calmest dreams
As I rest my weary head
When the morning peaks I'll have the mountain stream
To provide me with cool drink
And the berries from a nearby tree
Will be what I daily eat
I won't have any more deadlines
To stress my life upon
The only time that I will keep
Will be the season of the Sun
I will move when in the mood
Will be my whole new attitude
And sitting back relaxing
Will be the hardest thing I do
I'll carry on conversations
With the animals of the wild
I'm sure they'll make a lot more sense
Than those, I've left behind
If you think you'd like to join me
There's no need to pack a bag
I guarantee you'll be happy
With the little that you have
Flour, water, salt, yeast.
Staff of life,
When hungry, a feast.
Entry for 5-3-5 syllables
Baker's Dozen Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Maureen McGreavy
5/10/18. Placed 2nd.
I have stumbled and fallen
over life , love and everything in between
And after all that i've seen
Its safe to say , I no longer bleed!
You see I left my poetry
In the arms of a mad man
Hoping he would take care of better than I ever could
Without realizing that I had handed a piece of my soul to the devil's shadow
Who brused and broke it daily hoping to end me - maybe!
I left my poetry with a mad man
Simply because I thought all the pain I felt through it would stay away
Silly me - I almost faded away
Now im back
licked all my wounds
swallowed all my pride
and ready to take it back to basics!!
Back To Basics
Let's walk the country road and faithfully
keep cadence with the heartbeat of the wild,
where life, unveiled in naked truth, sets free
her gift of innocence. Just like a child,
unblemished...pure in body, mind, and soul...
finds simple joy with each new day unfurled,
we'll stand alone with nature and extol
the basic, priceless treasures of our world.
We've built our prison-cities; in their hold
like, programmed flesh-machines we stop and run.
The human longings in us soon grow cold
as we turn switches on for work and fun.
Let's walk the country road...let's laugh and play
before the tears of time wash it away.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Poem That Time Forgot 2
Sponsor: Silent
One Judged: 2/22/2015
metre
unit of rhythm pattern of the beats
a foot has syllables two or three
variety on accent or stress
iamb is unstressed stressed
trochee is stressed unstressed
dactyl stressed unstressed unstressed
anapest reverse of dactyl
thats all for today
history
of poetry
rhythmic structure of a verse
study of metre prosody
patterns of syllables of types
stressed syllables at regular interval
qualitative
long short short dactyl
long long spondee in dead classics
alexandrine twelve syllables in french
five characters in chinese all rules then
people had lot of time to spare
sequence of feet is a metre too
stressed and unstressed like people
five iambic feet are iambic pentameter
paradise lost and sonnets
trochee is stressed unstressed reverse of iamb then
spondee anapest dactyl amphibrach pyrrhic
metric cousins
iamb in two anapest in three common modern english
unrhymed iambic penta is blank verse
bill and milton liked it rhymed pair of lines in
iambic is heroic couplet now for humor
CeAsia
Mother, Compassionate, Friend, Passive
Daughter of Kimberly
Lover of dreams, creativity, and romance
Who feels love, pain, and joy
Who fears failure, loss, and falling in love
Who would like to see Atlanta, Las Vegas, and Miami
Resident of Silver Spring, Maryland
White
Be For whatever it maybe
look at the wall of of reality
obseving the circumferance
the pro`s and the cons
with your feet firmly grounded,embracing loved ones
walk through life with a skip and a song
respecting your elders,you wont go far wrong.
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