Best Abounds Poems
On an unsinkable ship’s maiden voyage, it sinks.
A pastor who preaches against alcohol, drinks.
One’s surrounded by people, yet remains all alone.
Confessing sins to a priest, those sins are atoned?
A nation’s chief tax czar, who cheats on his taxes?
An animal lover who hunts deer, to relax.
Sing praise and kill humans, in the name of a God?
Destroying our enemies, lasting peace we applaud?
The lifeguard fears water, so remains on dry land.
American foot...ball, is played with the hands.
A high school track coach, who's morbidly obese.
The steakhouse that's owned, by a vegan!
The priest preaching sermons on love, is a pedophile.
Repeat charity builds dependence, over time.
Nations war against drugs, and market alcohol?
DNA tests confirm, Hitler’s Grandfather was Jewish!
Categories:
abounds, humor, irony, sad, drug,
Form:
Ballade
WHERE OPPORTUNITY ABOUNDS
She sat all alone in the dimly lit, smoky barroom
Nursing a gin and tonic that the ice had melted in
Her countenance was that of someone jilted
With a look that showed disdain for men
Two stools down there sat a stranger
Whose face had the same look as hers
It had a veritable blank stare look
That takes place when jilting occurs
Suddenly the bartender said rather loudly
Last call for the lonely hearts club
And at that moment their eyes met
The dim glow from the dimly lit bulb
Seemed brighter than ever before
He approached her ever so slowly
And offered to take her home
Her thoughts were he is so lowly
But the opportunity seemed quite harmless
So she accepted his generous offer
After all, they both were so lonely
And such a chance may have much to proffer
1 November 2019
Last Call For The Lonely Hearts contest - collaboration sponsored by Line Gauthier
Categories:
abounds, cheer up, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
Such Majesty There, Where Nature's Beauty Abounds
There it was deepest beauty all the way around
Whispering winds echoing most colorful sounds
Like a vision from a very passionate dream
Earth, sky unified into giant flowing stream
I lone interloper into majestic views
Wanderer drinking in, birds, trees, overhead blues
A pilgrim self-sent on my first real Nature quest
An awestruck fan, praying to be its welcomed guest.
Old leaves crunching loud under my invading feet
Pondering, is this any great way to first meet
Speaking soft to critters, as they scurried away
Assuring forest, destruction is not my way
Following along winding ancient woodland trail
Heart, mind and soul under beaming Nature cast spell
Around a narrow bend, climbing down small stream bank
Stopping, kneeling, drinking and giving God my thanks.
Stepping across stones, over waters crystal clear
Thinking if this would be destroyed, my new deep fear
Over to yonder hill, small saplings at its base
Magic colors sing, behold such infinite grace
Suddenly a rush, as swiftly away raced deer
All three knowing the truth, do not let man too near
Watching as they flew and jumped over fallen log
Each springing up and over like a leaping frog.
With such majesty abounding, soul wanted more
Grateful mind promising, to come back to explore
Bring along my best camera to pictures take
Save all to a pretty Nature scrapbook then make
With purest joy, I turned to trek my way back home
Adventurer, seeking under Nature's green dome
Finally arriving at my car at sunset
Explorer thinking this is as good as it gets.
There it was, deepest beauty all the way around
Whispering winds echoing most colorful sounds
Like a vision from a very passionate dream
Earth, sky unified into giant flowing stream
I lone interloper into majestic views
Wanderer drinking in, birds, trees, overhead blues
A pilgrim self-sent on my first real Nature quest
An awestruck fan, praying to be its welcomed guest.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-10-2018
Rhyme, ( Remembrances Of An Early Fall Nature Trek)
Finished and edited from an earlier version written in 1977.
Categories:
abounds, appreciation, beautiful, environment, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: by Miracle Man
11-11-2019
In a nefarious world such as we are now living,
We vote for wicked things making them lawful.
More are now takers than are those giving,
And the end result, is apt to be something awful.
We’re being deceived by all this Socialist thinking,
Making things legal isn’t synonymous with right.
Professing fallacies, they stand before us, unblinking,
It’s time for believers to stand in the gap, and fight.
Then when all has been destroyed, both good and bad,
And facing God’s judgment many will beg and plead.
God the father, Jesus, and Holy Spirit are the triad,
And God, from the books, will their odious works read.
Poem of the day 11-18-2019
Categories:
abounds, god, jesus, judgement, truth,
Form:
Lyric
Spring Abounds In Abundant Bountiful Glory
The sun above opens up the door
Morbid dark foreboding skies
Get swept away
The treasure chest opens up once more
And spills its overflowing treasures
Upon the new fertile ground
As a new day and a new season is freshly born
The welcomed taste of the summer
A promise and reminder
Of things yet to come
With cheerful hearts, we can relax again
And aspire to leisurely play and have some fun
The spectacular lavish bejewelled mosaic
Of varied textures and varied colour forms
Pastel shades and hues
Please one's eyes once forlorn
Now with prosperity lifting our spirits up
Filling our famished hearts like the golden corn.
Categories:
abounds, spring, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
Guilt
vile, caustic
tainting, degrading, crushing
stain, burden, gift, merit
purifying, uplifting, liberating
undeserved, salvic
Grace
Eileen Manassian Ghali
PS...the adjective salvic comes from the noun salve, an anointment used to clear eye infections. I'm not sure if the word exists, but in my mind, I understand it to mean something that clears the vision and lets you see what truly matters, as is mentioned in the book of Revelation. The Laodiceans needed eye salve to clear their vision. Grace does that for us.
Romans 5: 20- "But where sin increased, grace increased all the more."
Categories:
abounds, spiritual,
Form:
Diamante
Ooh DRC, DRC where are you?
You’re the most beautiful country in the world
You have all the resources
Your minerals abound
Your country is full of life’s necessities
Europe exists because of you
Asia, America lives because of you
You have a beautiful heart
Yet your actions are reckless
You are foolish
You are careless
You are mad
You make people rich, but only a few
You make people look beautiful, but most are scared
You make the world a comfortable place to live
Yet hell for those born on your soil
Where are you? Do you not see?
Your children are crying
Your children are dying
Your children are running from you
They have been ripped from their mother’s arms
Your husband is foolish
He is blinded by greed
You are lost
Just listen to the cries of your children
They will lead you home
By Ferdinand Nyembo.
Categories:
abounds, beauty, community, conflict, corruption,
Form:
Personification
nature ensconced
life resonates harmony…
beauty abounds
Categories:
abounds, visionary
Form:
Haiku
I wake up some mornings - close to the crack of dawn.
Why does there seem to always be way too much for me to do?
Running my errands, like a speed demon - I race through town.
This day is almost over and I am exceptionally glad!
Drinking gallons of coffee, stifling down a yawn.
The relaxation and fun times seem to be rare and few.
It's really a wonder I manage to keep any food down!
When I collapse into my bed atleast I won't be mad.
Atleast I have no children - so that much to me is good.
I need to have a time out and go see my best friend.
I can't remember the last time I had a soothing bath.
I'm really hoping that tomorrow will be a better day.
Now to make this day turn out the way it should.
But the responsibilities and housework never seems to end!
Who can I vent to - to get rid of all this wrath?
That I can really have some fun and remember how to play!
To make sense of the chaos - read line 1 of every paragraph, then 2, 3, & 4.
Categories:
abounds, car, children, friend, house,
Form:
Rhyme
Compassion does abound in this modern world we live
Where animal and man return ones love to give
An element we all do fear could have taken all their lives
But this was not the day, that fate could contrive
To enter a burning building where their lives take second best
Training and their bravery, a heroes form of zest
Within these darkened realms, aflame and spewing of smoke
Any life that's spared, we deprive the smoking choke
For outside this smouldering building lies a bundle of stirring rags
Blackened canine features, their lives in deadening flag
Whilst alone on the sidewalk a hero sits in thought
Despair hits his heart in helpless strained distraught
His head in his hands now lifted, stirred by whining sounds
Towards him walks the mother, he turns in total astound
Leaning down to pet her, compassion fills his eyes
She licks his face to thank him, all saved and so alive
Categories:
abounds, animals, dedication, devotion, inspirational,
Form:
Quatrain
The Wickedness That Abounds!
As it was in Noah's day, so shall
it be at Christ' coming.
Just look at our nation!
And how wicked it's becoming!
Many families are falling apart...
and here's the reason why...
Many have exchanged God's truth
for a corruptible lie.
Professing to be wise, we have become fools.
By exchanging God's word for
our own “set of rules.”
Doing “whatever feels right” according
to one’s interpretation.
Sinful “pleasures” have brought
God's wrath on our nation.
Promoting sexual sins
and perversions of every kind…
We have violated the conscience
God placed in our mind.
Becoming very arrogant, boastful
and filled with pride.
This “mountain of garbage” has washed
ashore with an ungodly tide.
Our only hope in this stink and filth
we find ourselves in.
Is coming to Jesus Christ...and repent of every sin!
Heaven or hell? Which place would you rather be?
Living in bondage, or to have your
chains removed and be set free!
Jesus is our only hope in the midst
of uncertainty and fear.
Remember his coming draws ever so close!
It's almost here!
By Jim Pemberton 04/24/15
Categories:
abounds, america, christian, culture, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
Poet's Notes:
My poet's notes must precede the next Echo Poem as well because the poet
has not given me permission to publish her poems on my site. I can, of course,
reference her poems without restriction. So the TH in the title here is short for
Treasure Hunt. To really enjoy my poem to the full (although it does stand
alone as well), I suggest you read Lora Colon's Poem called 'Panic' on
Poemhunter.com first. PH is a great site as well and I publish both places.
Just Who Is He - AND HOW CAN HE SAVE YOU?
(The Poet responds in fear to a fearful plea for love. Is love ever easy?)
Just who is this man that your heart's looking for?
I know I am longing for some clarity,
In spite of connections, you always want more,
The dream is fading he could ever be me.
And how's he to find you when bridges you burn,
Hiding your warmth, with a candle, in a cave.
You've chosen the dark (that now blocks his return) ,
Is it a companion you seek or a knave?
What path should he look for, the one with wax dripping?
Would it cheapen the game to offer a clue?
Sad to say but I feel confidence slipping
The desperate words of your poem are true!
Still I can't ignore the panic you speak of
Though, I say, frankly its source mystifies me,
In times not long past I proffered Noah's dove
When the ark of your life was missing at sea.
You suggest that we substitute knight for night
In the hope that this just might end your pain,
But I'm doubting this lack's the source of your plight,
Could the cost of saving you all be in vain?
Are your poems to us simply contrivance
To see other's hearts just for you disarrayed,
Keeping your heart to yourself wrapped in silence,
While the world falls apart, in failure, dismayed?
What are the dangers you say that he's facing
Or private pain not to be paid for your art?
For it could be his real life you're erasing
And for what, just the vagaries of your heart?
He's down on his knees, he's covered with bruises
Look, he seeks you where nobody else would dare!
In his heart, it's you, no room there for ruses,
And when he finds you, could it be you can't care?
Categories:
abounds, fear, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Captured by the lens
Mirrored reflection echoes
Her beauty abounds
Stance of elegance lures me
Beyond the glass, I desire
.
Categories:
abounds, love,
Form:
Tanka
Such abject misery abounds right about now
Abandon hope all that enter here.
Abort plans of happiness I do implore
My own plans are failing I fear.
Our plans in the offing going all wrong again
Happiness is turning around to obsession
Now of course obsessions not in because it’s lame
I’m just editing my awesome session
I call one happy if you always smile
Everybody join in with one more ultimate quest
And walk along with us this overlong mile
Overlong but it will all work out best
And let's all break out with a smile even for awhile.
© ~GG~ 08/02/2013
Entry for David William's Con/vowel contest
Categories:
abounds, happiness,
Form:
Rhyme
(redo of Quietude, which I had done incorrectly for rules of a quietus poem)
Peace abounds. Feel great calm; stay still.
Deep silence you will hear.
Watch sun sliding behind the hill.
Can you feel God is near?
This is my spirit’s food;
with joy I am imbued
in lovely quietude.
Tranquil sounds.
Peace abounds.
Sept. 13, 2021
For the Quietus-August 2021 Poetry Contest
of Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
abounds, peace,
Form:
Rhyme