Best Accentuating Poems
"Dead leaves lay still, even the last flower is withered: yet there is a beauty in decayed imperfection." Taken from a quote by _Constance La France
On an orbital rotation around our planet every day, nothing stays the same. We change our surroundings change, our thoughts change, constantly evolving into what we are and what we will be tomorrow.
Everything changes. Some things grow bigger or older, some are renewed, restored or replaced, some break or decay. Nothing stays exactly the same. Therefore we are never finished changing. As it was intended, or broken, still nothing is perfect forever. Regrettably Rolls Royce rust.
Aren’t you ashamed of me?”, said the pot with the crack.
“Every day you carry me, yet I only bring half the water back.”
The old woman replied. ”Didn’t you notice I carry you on the same side?
You do a great job and I always carry you with much pride.
You see every day, as I walk back you water each flower.
All these beautiful flowers are because of you."
Knowing a fault and making use of it, not alienating the item because of its fault but accentuating it, creates joy.
"When you were perfect, I loved you when you were not, I loved you more.”
The old woman kept the withered pressed bouquet, it’s in a box displayed on the shelf. From their wedding day, glorious red roses, now in decay. She smiles as she remembers its beauty and that of herself.
The flowers she kept, emphasizing their imperfections caused by age, give her joy.
She loved them when they were perfect, their beauty actually means more to her now that they are not perfect, as their remnants have lasted all these years.
All things must be looked upon as spiritually one and of use either aesthetically or practically, (or able to be recycled).
"Destined to Love"
twilight Moon cascades, haunting tapestry
as hearts incline to secrets of mellow night
clandestine caresses embrace 'neath canopy
lovers silhouette engage in sweet romantic flight
ascending to voluminous height.
in ebony atmosphere, flirtatious fondling ignites fire
as breathless succulence invades flesh and bone
with adventurous satisfaction, love pursues deepest desire
while sequined stars illuminate soft tone
captivating aura of mysterious moan.
forbidden fruit lies tenderly amidst dew-kissed heather
hypnotic force of true love refused to be denied
petite vision in chantilly lace and supple leather
emotions escalate vast inner feelings to subside
love conquers life, happiness cried.
a lovers touch creates palatial garden of delight
a beautiful expression accentuating rare romance
inhaling fragile fragrance although their precious plight
encircles pair in eternal dance
succumbing to the power of temptation's trance.
twilight Moon cascades, haunting tapestry
gently, pure white wings of turtledove
whispers an evening song 'neath lovely canopy
while heavenly stardust shimmers from above
smiling upon lovers destined to love.
*For old romantic poems Contest..
This lapse shed showers of sorrows
Piercing my diamond heart with its arrows
And as it breaks within my grasp furrows
It paints little hells on my minds marrows
Oh! Pretty maiden so dark and comely
Exhuming my youthful passion spontaneously
With infectious smiles and extorted kisses
Your seduction breaks honest promises
There our shadow coupled in the pool of yesterday’s rain
Ill-memories of passionate groans and silent whisper
Accentuating painful pleasure for gain
A deluded victory, a stunting stigma,?
Growing is the ears to this confession
Of rumbling rhymes and straying clauses
Still before you condemn me pause
To this myth of contrition.?
“The Scent of Jasmin”
As I wait for my love, like so many times before, beside the willow tree near the brook, its water glitters like diamonds in the midday sun. The wind was blowing ever so softly through the trees. The anticipation of her arrival was blissful anguish. Longing to see her once again, to touch her, to hold her filled my very soul. As I hear the rustling of the autumn leaves along the ground, I turn to see my love gracefully walking toward me. Her long flowing hair gave way to the soft unyielding Autumn winds carrying it to one side accentuating her beauty. Once we meet, she slides her hands into mine, melting my heart with her smile. As I pull her close to me, the scent of her perfume was captivating, the scent of Jasmin, and then our lips softly touch. However, reality opens my eyes, and she is no longer standing in front of me. Her vision, a product of my past, my memories of a love taken from me much too soon. Her haunting memory fills my heart with joy and overwhelming grief that I will never again smell the scent of Jasmin.
V.M. Tackett
If these words were the last
ink I were about to bleed
they'd surround you and caress you
succumbing to your ever loving need
they'd dance in your fullness
flutter aloud in your grace
graze upon the cherished crimson
accentuating your precious face
the type, bold with cursive mixed in
would capitalize where all that beauty begins
each curve christened and every form traced
slowly oh so so slowly elegant words we'd embrace
beheld in the contextual lingering of your eyes
hearing accents accentuated with flowery reprise
sentences will serve with orgasmic exchange
as the pens erect position is neatly rearranged
endearing a climatic exclamation wound before hitting send
dipping into the well oiled well again and again
December 26 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Revelation 13-14
Key Verse – Revelation 14:13 And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY LABOUR AND WORK REWARDER
Lord God, You are my labour and work Rewarder,
asserting Your supreme authority
Thank You that You sustain me for my faith’s stability
With Your power over death’s infirmity…
Let me praise You with all my sincerity.
Lord God, You are my labour and work Rewarder,
affirming Your abundant grace
Thank You that You invite me to come to You without doubt’s trace
With Your leadership of eternal foundation-brace…
Let me honour You with my stewardship along Christian race.
Lord God, You are my labour and work Rewarder,
ascertaining Your revival fire
Thank You that You uphold me in my virtuous desire for which I aspire
With Your mercy and might that cannot retire…
Let me trust You along reliance You require.
Lord God, You are my labour and work Rewarder,
attesting Your loving fatherhood
Thank You that You keep me in Your redemption against religion’s falsehood
With Your precious seal for my sainthood…
Let me follow You as proof of my servanthood.
Lord God, You are my labour and work Rewarder,
accentuating Your perfect role
Thank You that You freed me from sinfulness-goal
With Your compassion toward eternal heavenly pole…
Let me worship You with all my being’s whole.
Lord God, You are my labour and work Rewarder,
acclaiming Your glorious presence
Thank You that You bless me along disciple’s license
With Your commandment’s incense…
Let me pray to You, beholding Your favour’s iridescense.
Lord God, You are my labour and work Rewarder,
articulating Your fruitful harvest
Thank You that You build me up for reaching-out zest
With Your commission toward ministerial crest…
Let me abide You and enjoy in Your fellowship’s nest.
December 26, 2023
Spurting colors in a sunset sky,
The look of absolute wonder in the eye
As the last of the sun descends,
The lingering light tickling trembling waves
Embraces in a thrashing storm,
Nighttime sharpening the senses,
An apology accentuating sincerity,
Sighs of relief parting the lips
The sound of trust on the tongue,
The joining of hands in times of fear,
Sorrow in a child's hopeful eyes
Anger aimed to protect
Nostalgic memories relived,
Warm blankets over shivering limbs
The vast movement of the moon,
Growing light approaching fullness
2.5.2020
Note: What are your weak spots?
As dusk turns to twilight and the fog swirls through the trees
They walk hand in hand, soul in soul,
Deeper into the forest.
The deeper they go, the thicker the fog.
They reach the centre of the forest
And come to a clearing.
The moonlight filters through the fog
Casting a beautiful, yet eerie glow over them.
She turns to him
And passes him an athame from the folds of her gown,
The silver blade glinting in the moonlight.
She holds her arm out to him,
The moonlight and fog accentuating her pale milky skin.
He cuts her arm just below the elbow
And feeds on her sweet blood.
Her body arches in ecstasy
As she feels his teeth biting into her arm
To draw the blood into his mouth better.
When he has had his fill he pulls his sleeve
Up above the elbow for her to have her turn.
When they are done, with blood trickling down their chins,
They share bloody kisses.
An innocent soul born unwanted,
alcohol damaged his brain pre-birth.
And he flips from happy to daunted,
as confusion guides his heart on Earth.
His golden locks shine like the sunrise,
accentuating his friendly face.
He stands six foot five with ice blue eyes,
and a smile that permeates his space.
A wounded soul whose heart needs healing,
he's quite noticeable in a crowd.
For craving, that belonging feeling,
he sometimes laughs a little too loud.
Spiteful, hateful words get hurled his way,
but this timid man's not prone to fight.
For he suffers such taunts every day,
as he tries to rise above his plight.
A gentle giant exposed to hate,
he holds no grudge against anyone.
When offered love he'll reciprocate
with a smile that's as bright as the sun.
(Quatrain)
1/26/2017
The King's Wife - Te Arri Vahine
Gauguin’s painting of “The King’s Wife,”
immortalized a goddess of Tahiti, Pacific paradise.
Mesmerizing mahogany muse memorializing his canvas,
she’s a tropical Venus on a bed of forest green grass.
Nature’s umbrella, a thick canopy of mango trees,
shades and shelters her stirring up a light cool breeze.
Adorned with a single white flower near her right ear,
she holds behind her thick raven-dark hair,
a large red round fan like a haloed crown,
accentuating her silky soft skin of golden brown.
Supreme is her majesty dominating this idyllic scene,
basking in her own exotic glory she’s royally serene.
Modestly draped to protect her from roving eyes,
a white shawl covers her groin and bold womanly thighs.
Displaying her nymph-like body, supple and proud,
her pert breasts are full, firm, and well-endowed;
and like the succulent orange-red mangoes beside her,
she’s sweet, luscious, fully ripe, and mature.
Wearing a pensive smile, she’s intriguing the king’s bride…
does her Madonna-like belly nurture a secret growing inside?
05-22-2017
Contest: Celebration of Art Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Placement: 1st
* Paul Gauguin (French, 1848–1903) painted "The King’s Wife" in 1896. Post-Impressionist artist, he abandoned his native France for most of the 1890s to live on the Pacific island of Tahiti, which was a French colony since 1881. Gauguin was attracted to the island and what he saw as the primitive culture of its people. He shared the fantasy of many Europeans of the time that Tahiti was a sort of tropical paradise. Through his paintings he actually reflected his passionate love for the visual and sensuous beauty of the world.
https://www.1000museums.com/art_works/paul-gauguin-te-arii-vahine-the-king-s-wife or https://learner.org/courses/globalart/work/134/index.html
After nine bottles of wine I get pretty
kind never out of shape never out of
line my mind begins to shine shine with
mulberry moonshine sublime I begin
to rhyme on time in time I rhyme my
rhymes never sour like limes but sugary
and sour at the same time in the middle
of sweet and lime now isn't that fine
wine my mind my mind is out of limits
beyond outer limits beyond your limits
and shallow gimmicks out of the inner
galaxy limits no limits I am more than
just snippets limitless beyond limits
beyond summits words cometh from
a fountain unknown a zone unknown
it has never been shown alone in that
zone words form together for better a
storm a wavelet of immensity a brain
storm not lot of the norm not of your
trite brain storm a unique form after
nine bottles of wine I get pretty kind never
out of shape never out of line hearing & linking
nature whispering secrets in my mind
appreciation of a radiation stimulating
accentuating accumulating words linking
aligning designing a poetic world poems
unfurl I a whorl pool of thought I am not
lost in a winters frost I take hot shots of
the thing you rather drink not you see I
forgot that many rather sip not they ask
me for milk when they come to my home
I shut the door and say leave me alone I
continue to sip my rum I continue to write
my poem after nine bottles of wine I get
pretty kind never out of shape never out
of line never out of poems never out of rhymes
never out of rum never out of wine never
out of wit never out of time I am eternal
chime of rhyme bodily enzyme of passionate
drunken rhyme, see if you can chime in my time
of drunken rhymes time I chime I the clock of tic tock
rhythm and rhyme rum coke and lime I'll try to be sober
next time..
I'm slinging dope rhymes from grams to kilos at times.
Committing felony crimes weight of these lines.
My word's hold weights of digital scales an
impale compared to Harvard & Yale.
Life's fanatics dramatics of adicitts.
Here's to the intense & immense headrush
face turns blush feeling life’s plush.
Floods the veins straight to the brain
Releases the pain.
Takes the blame
Notoriety for the fame
Propensity of insane.
Life's game.
Double dynamics in aesthetics of life's
wicked minds provocative abstract crimes
unique designs provoking mind with twice
the rhymes.
Mesmerizing my life & time's provoking line's
commemorating provocative crazy mind’s
Bleeding & seeding impeding heart's
repeating & pleading succeeding
reading my rhymes.
Wicked Romancer an architect of accentuating
aesthetics in the architecture of aesthetically
pleasing rhymes.
I spit & bananas splits with chocolate sediments
appeasing & teasing.
Provocative minds with pockets full of tasty
rhymes the complexity of my tasty bits in lines.
Ambidextrous configurations accentuate
double dynamics of wicked rhymes a
philosophy of conjuring wicked mind's.
I Promote innovation without hesitation
or else the desecration of creation by strangulation.
Asphyxiation of dynamic creativity longevity of
exquisite multi-faceted wizardtrii & ageless
philosophy's streamlining ergonomics of unique mind's.
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OCTOBER SKY
strawberry hues begging for attention
coloring vibrant images skyward
accentuating visual fruition
harvest moon light
illuminating the heart
embracing one another
passion swelling
the heavens blushing
satisfying release
8/25/2015 Michael Tor Any poem that received honorable mention.
Sponsored by Broken Wings.
Brown sugar sapotas
Blending with custard alfonso mangos
And bold sweet lime juice
Georgette saris
Pairing with uncut diamond necklaces
Mixed with peals and rubies
Gently sloping palm trees
Swaying in balmy sultry air
And hazy golden sunsets
Frenetic yellow autos
Competing with dusty zipping mopeds
Mixed with ambulating pedestrians
Aromas of cumin
Blending with the sewage
Other times with incense
Glows of brass oil lamps
Singing in hums of prayer
Added with turmeric's incantations
Brightly-patterned salwars
Accentuating gemstone bindis
Comfy fitted leggings
Savory masala dosas
Coupling coconut chutney
Meter-high filter coffee
The sorrows that assail my heart
Heralding the free flow of forlorn tears
Tears unaccompanied by the usual cries
Tears of a heavy heart
That's what they are,
Tears borne out of heart over - weighed by sorrows
That's what they are,
Tears of uncontrollable emotions.
The sorrows of my heart sired by my loss of you
Strenghtened by constant thoughts of you
Thoughts that upholds the uniqueness of the times we shared
Accentuating the joys together we knew
The happiness together as one we found
Our glorious moments
Moments I always relive in my dreams.
My loss of you
From my mind
Diffuses to my heart
It condensed into particles of sorrow
Particle that soon sediment
Forming an invincible heavy bulk
Making heavy my heart.
From my mind
The mist of my loss rises to my eyes
Like the ocean waters
It evaporates
Condensing and liquidating in my eyes
Bathing my eyelids
Trickling down my cheeks
Rushing down my cheeks in torrential cascades.
My heart has fell into my stomach
Killing all butterflies fluttering in my stomach
That day you bade me goodbye
That day that in my arms
You painfully though smilingly muttered to me goodbye
That painful loss of you
That bored a nonrefillable hole in my heart
Was what heralded the sorrows of my heart.