Best Accede Poems
Upon her thorny heart I bleed;
My rose I nurtured from a seed,
With blazing bloom and perfume sweet,
Who pricked me with her warm deceit,
To where I gladly bade her leave.
Her eyes and smile they did precede,
A witchly soul that did deceive,
My love to stumble with conceit;
Upon her thorny heart.
If I could pluck her to be freed,
And rip her from my soul, indeed,
My lesson thus would be complete,
Sough not a love in lusty heat.
To this my penance I accede,
Upon her thorny heart.
Categories:
accede, lost love, love, sadlove,
Form:
Rondeau
Truth be told
truth behold,
This I see
is how all unfolds
In plain sight
not in darkness
like here tonight
I see the sky
ask myself why
there’s no reply,
No mothership
to take a trip
And… oh my god
I’m overwhelmed!
by majesty …
constellations
partnerships
A crescent moon
beckoning me
imploring me
to look harder,
The answer’s here
before my eyes
not in disguise
(Moon)
I’m here for you
at this moment
let’s synchronise,
Be here for me too
we are the same
you have a mind
I reflect the flame
The big guy
is below horizons
elsewhere rising,
draped in plasma
I follow his lead
unerringly accede
We made you
and you make us
by being here
conscious aware,
we overlook
you undertook
to question why
But there is no lie
The truth’s blinding
the truth’s binding
so let it be
Not always pretty
Not always loving
Not always giving
Not always taking
never faking
open and bare
Raw and gaping
Man gives us reason
we bring him seasons
his path seems tough
and never enough
So thank you
for looking up
come what may
we shared a reflection
Go now brother
we’ve seen the light,
Others did too tonight
just not as bright
Categories:
accede, life, perspective, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
Neighborhoods burned. Riots laid them to waste
The world is tense with racial dissension
Judgement by color leaves an acrid taste
But God offers hope through intervention
He created us with skin, dark and fair
No one has the right to question His plan
We should ask for tolerance through prayer;
and accede that we are the race of man
On God, we should rely with faith and trust
Because living in dread and constant fear
will end with more hardships and a life trussed
and shackled by things we should hold most dear
We stand on the threshold of tomorrow ~
Better without prejudice and sorrow
September 6th 2020
A Better Tomorrow
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Categories:
accede, god, racism,
Form:
Sonnet
To give is good, most would agree,
When helping poor feel more secure.
A splendid thing's philanthropy,
Though motives are not always pure.
We seldom sacrifice at all,
Our charity, when we accede,
Is excess money we withdraw.
We rarely give what we may need.
Our gifts put donees in our debt.
As time goes by, they often learn
That benefactors don't forget
And may want something in return.
Some donors want their giving known,
Refusing anonymity.
When placed on plaques or carved in stone,
Their names remain for all to see.
These measures three make giving great:
You give what you cannot afford,
Nobody need reciprocate,
And no one knows except the Lord.
Categories:
accede, community, giving, humanity, money,
Form:
Quatrain
The hint of his scent invited me to enter
a forbidden door, running male fingers along
the fabric of my back…silhouettes melt
on the wall; jealous stars drift afar as
moonlight trails along with heaving sighs.
And my cheery lips heat beyond eyes
smoldering in flickers of candles lit,
just there, I wished the fire of breath
had more power over my bare heart
to reject a desire to follow lure's command
when temptation dares me to accede.
Regina Riddle's Rejection Contest
by nette onclaud
Categories:
accede, confusion, sad,
Form:
Free verse
A gut full of grease is a glutton for greed
A swirling cesspool of sinful man's seed
These men of corruption, a pitiful breed
They trust their own hearts, which deceives them indeed
Prey for the fallen and wicked to feed
Who whisper with promise to fill man's each need
They scoff at God's promise, those depraved will not heed
They mock every word in God's Book when they read
Rejecters of Truth, in which mankind is preed
They have no fear of Christ, Who shall judge every deed
He Who gives man the breath for his life to proceed
He alone, in strict justice, shall perfectly meed
He Who casts into hell, by His Word, whence decreed
He Whose anger, and fury, and wrath shall exceed
All the strength of His creatures, who must there ever dreed
He Who mocks, in derision, all the damned as they plead
He Who laughs as they weep and they wail to be freed
He Who kindles the fire that shall burn every weed
Reprobate beings shall become as a glede
The bread of the leaven He shall thoroughly knead
He Who bled as they jeered shall then jeer as they bleed
When He smites with His iron they'll remember the reed
They'll remember His cup, that accursed Ganymede
He forsaken of God that the veil should be screed
He Who endured that redemption succeed
He Who for sinners was made sin, to accede
For sin, and the Devil, and death to impede
The powers of darkness were forced to recede
As did that legion of swine once stampede
When Jesus returns riding 'pon a white steed
Armies of angels and saints shall He lead
Open your ears and your eyes and take heed
Do not let your heart be a stone when you read
The Word became flesh, as the God-Head decreed
Son of God, Son of man, incorruptible Seed
A Savior for every sinner in need
Son of man, in the flesh, come to weep and to bleed
Son of God, Bread from heaven, to heal and to feed
Christ Jesus, the Son, that He might intercede
To reconcile God with the chosen to be freed
He Who the Son frees shall be free indeed
Categories:
accede, bible, christian, jesus,
Form:
Rhyme
Were I to swim to the edge of the sea,
what splendid scene should await for me?
Would I behold the legendary town
with glittering brick roads and king’s famed crown?
Could I uncover the truth in the seed,
win a place in the king’s absolute creed?
Anoint my body, in sticky sap drown,
paddle to Guatavita and dive down.
Arise from the waters clean as a bead,
to the fest of El Dorado I’d lead.
No other exists so gilded, hands down,
an existence of gold — building and gown.
I’d join with the Muiscan folk, indeed
take up residence and full life proceed
to build again a foundation so sound
that none could purloin the gold around.
World befallen by avarice and greed,
best forgotten I hardily accede.
To such golden place without up or down
I’d ever exist in paradise found.
Categories:
accede, fantasy, happy, history, longing,
Form:
Ballad
Hyacinth Hands
Mother, ego-cracker, birthed an embodiment of freedom plaited with slavery
petunia planter, marjoram with Malay curry and rice, yet scarcity her best performance when hunger a primary protagonist
my leap into Sovereignty depended on unraveling karmic bonds binding us through lifetimes, countless ages, sotto scenarios
Piscean, she scaly presented the toughest tests with hyacinth hands, only an embattled Heart would accede to
her non-relinquishing of my spinal cord nerves entwined with hers, she decorated with wondrous wild animal decoupage vases
to despairing detach from plundering pain, each principal pleasure she designed with subtle oomph, unconscious sophistication
my divinity would have back burned in futuristic coliseums had she not been Mother of trialing pegs and variegated embroidery cotton
Categories:
accede, appreciation, birth, change, character,
Form:
Free verse
FREEDOM
This mass of land, created from the amalgamation of two
Stood alone as the most eastern Caribbean island in view
Embedded with coral and volcanic ash, her strength
A peaceful place to inhabit and explore at length
**
The onset of tragedy lingered, with the Colonisation of old
As the Brits sought their heritage and desired a foothold
This peaceful land beyond, was never to be
A sanctuary for innocence nor tranquility
**
Across the treacherous seas they sailed
Complete with cargo of Settlers and Slaves entailed
To till the land for sugar cane, cotton and tobacco fields
Never to accede below the demanded yields
**
For eons the Masters dominated the sugar trade
Reaping from the backs of the weary and unpaid
They ruled the downtrodden with relentless fear
Until spoke that death of reign was near
**
The unforgiving natural disasters took its toll
Leaving this precious land with nothing more
To take, to trade or yield again
Save the memory of inhumane pain
**
Exodus from the fields agone, made way
For education and the hunt for insurgence at bay
Abolition, rebellion and emancipation ensued
And this beloved land, Barbados was liberated prelude
"FREEDOM"
(Barbados gained internal independence from the British Monarchy in 1966)
By: Liz Ward
Categories:
accede, freedom, memory, slavery,
Form:
Rhyme
I will be there for you any time you need
I cannot say whether you'll do the same
Whenever your heart may bleed
I'll be whispering your alluring name
Even if you refuse to accede
I will be there for you with no shame
I will take your hands when you appear lost
With no promises you will hold onto mine
No matter how it will completely exhaust
Our souls together, which they align
Never leaving, no matter the cost
For our existence as one is simply benign.
I will grasp your frame when you begin to cry
Despite your petulance, my lips will smile
They will kiss your face until those tears dry
I will run that extra mile
No matter how resistant you are or how you defy
Being near you makes all sorrow worth while
And no matter what people say
I adore you
And love you in every possible way
With my heart of gold I will erase the blue
I will turn your storm into a snug and sunny day
Although construe, all of my words are endlessly true.
Written and posted on August 10th, 2016 9:45pm
By: Michelle Corbin
Categories:
accede, beauty, conflict, i love
Form:
Rhyme
Thirsty people pushes on hungry people who stands up with his food trying to orderly use it. But thirst cannot be won by anything else than pure water and pure water is missing. Hungry people, on the other end, knows well that one cannot survive of bread alone. It is a tragedy which goes beyond any hope.
Better than many words are only few
Better than words is intuition thought
Not all we see as picture is for true
To other things my mind is thus brought.
An image of poor world instantly I see
Looking for food and water all around
This pushes strongly what struggles me
Poverty is slavery and everywhere is found.
Bread isn’t enough to win the human need
There must be else for worth life receive
To a deepest culture man must then accede
And a spiritual poetry should too conceive.
Thirst needs good water, not a fancy drink
For simple habits help to poverty overcome
This naive rule forces us to strongly think
That a real equality of beings has to come.
for Ekphrasis Contest 01
Categories:
accede, life,
Form:
Verse
Deliberately inching its way toward break of day,
The morning sun begins to emblazon the barley field.
Relaxing and watching the orb find its way,
The lady of the house waits for night to yield.
Like every morning, she is seated there,
Enjoying the dew scented breeze on her veranda.
Feeling its coolness on her scalp while combing her hair,
And the warmth of the rising sun becoming grander.
Her mind wanders back to the city of her birth,
Just over the rise, beyond the barley field’s treasure,
Lies the city with the most famous name on earth,
Where, in her youth, she was a lady of pleasure.
To Rachab went all of Jericho’s possession,
By decree of God, for which Achan was stoned.
For this soldier could not control his obsession,
Though aware the city’s riches were God’s own.
With God’s grace, Rachab’s wisdom grew,
And she made the city’s outskirts her spread.
Her land into a field of grain did accrue,
A breadbasket from which hordes were fed.
Her hires were the finest laborers in the land
And were busy harvesting barley all spring.
She paid the very best wage to every man,
Cause her crop was the best early rains could bring.
The fields and glades, that gave her pasture form,
Seemed sensuous in every contour and rise.
At daybreak, contrasting tones were the norm,
Painted artfully by the brightening skies.
Mounds appeared convexly round breasts,
Lovingly sculpted over a span of human girth,
Whose beauty was able to put the heart to a test,
As the machinery of memory rotates the earth.
Babbling brooks flowed from shady nooks,
Giving refreshment to denizens of land and sky,
Producing a scene of green worthy of picture books,
That not one skilled artist would dare deny.
Gingerly she rose the doorway torch to quench,
Watching the shrinking darkness become shadows.
Rachab calmly returns to her veranda bench,
To observe butterflies dance above the meadows.
In her dreams, she envisions a more golden age,
When royalty would be attributed to her seed.
A zephyr flows over her mind turning the page,
But she still aspires the prospect of the throne to accede.
What a lovely story to behold just beginning to dawn,
Rising out yonder, just beyond the horizon of time.
How we yearn to see that age return, now long forgone,
So our hearts may once again be joyous and sublime.
Categories:
accede, faith, happiness, history, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
For real freedom,
solace, and peace
free of cost,
Come to go there and
let get lost,
For cheerfulness,
beauty of nature and
a nymph host,
Browse at all, here
we go and let get
lost,
For chill, hill,
sill, rill, snow,
flow, grow, and to
bost, (Boston)
All I have or not!
Search and let get
lost,
For a peak, seek,
strive, strain,
gain, glee and see
at most
Tighten, a brave
adventure ahead to
let get lost,
For delight, height,
mirth, birth,
success and post,
Hardness not enough,
fled and let get
lost,
For its theme,
cream, team, thyme,
rime, and rhyme lot,
A Poet inveigle
reader and trap, to
let get lost,
For breath, sheath,
accede, proceed,
freed, from cell
oast,
Go back from soviet
and let get lost,
For yore days, hays,
says, ways and
country to got,
Break the fetter of
Coventry and let get
lost,
And Wordsworth,
Auden, Emerson,
Blake and Saadi to
Frost,
Shahid, impregnate
hardly this all and
let get lost.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
Categories:
accede, mystery, nature, paradise, passion,
Form:
Ghazal
For you, I will see,
For you, I would guarantee,
For you, I could be an emcee,
For you, I will pass oversea,
For all of you, I could be esprited...
For you, I will walk,
For you, I won't baulk,
For all of you, we will flock,
For all of you, I won't pock,
For all of you, this won't be a crock...
For you, I will think,
For you, I will blink,
For you, I would interlink,
For all of you, I would sync,
For you, I can break brinks,
For all of you, I might bequeath...
For all of you, I might concede,
For you, I might precede,
For all of you, I might exceed,
For you, I mit accede,
With all of you, I might proceed,
With all of you, I might succeed,
For you, I might bleed,
For all of you, I could be a steed...
From all of you, I might receive,
To all of you, I might give,
For you, I might cry,
For you, I might lead,
For you, I can try,
More I could say,
But for you, I might live,
For all of you, I might die,
I could give my soul, for all of you...
Categories:
accede, art, best friend, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
A change in the mood
To once more accede to you
Aesthetic'lly blue
Categories:
accede, blue, color, friendship,
Form:
Haiku