Best Accord Poems
The farmers sleep with
Third eyes open.
Ever watchful over their teenage daughters.
How the boys must beseech them desperately.
Uncomfortable, muggy fondlings
In the bed of a red rusted pickup
Parked by the creek dubbed Lovers Point.
At the breakfast table in the morning,
They glow with proximity
And their tired eyes hover dreamily
From the orange cranberry muffins
To the freshly squeezed orange juice
Filled at the half way mark of a mason jar.
When you ask why they don't eat
They simply smile
And say nothing.
Your curiosity will linger on your teeth
But still you will say nothing.
Bitter memories of your past regrets
To teach lessons of discretion
Are better left unsaid.
You will not douse them in the overwhelming
Blanket of your security
And the palms of your hands that
Once smiled in the womb like presence
Of handling your new born daughter
And naming her Jane or Virginia
Is suddenly missing the hold of her hand.
But you share a few natural harmonies
Like the silent agreement of pecking his cheek
Twice before bedtime
Or the precarious way you both sit at
The wobbling three legged milking stool
When your pulling on Betsy on Thursday
And she's tugging at Betty on Wednesday
As you shave the gray stubble of your throat.
But for now in the strangely comfortable
Peace of staring at the spots of jam
On the white and yellow checkered table cloth
You'll abruptly slide your chair back
And lean closely to her ear as you slightly whisper
Slightly inaudible notations.
Penetrating the window the moonlight casts onto my desk wheyey cream of gleam
Bypassing the door ajar extends afar my reminiscence in wee wisps of waft,
Ferreting out your memo and dusting dog-eared pages before sallow lamp shaft,
I telepathize myself terrifically to wonder whether you are right in your serene dream
weaving the warp and woof of our romance that away from remontant has yet stayed.
Gazing at the ink trace set on papers into which condense and crystalize the bygones gooily gaunt,
and missing my line of thoughts between the lines from which spill and spread nostalgic titbits that haunt,
Could I recover the complete imagery of your sensuous sentimentality from splintery pieces frailly frayed?
Should your memo mirrors my heart, the first to fade in my sight would be your eyes glistening in tears.
Should my heart hearkens to your memo, ne'er to fade out of your ears, my sweet nothings day and night.
anxious to teleport myself before you to get an eyeful o'er you, my eyeful, a fay wanting knight,
I set out to indulge both of us into long overdue snuggles and osculations, up for which my everything gears,
Only such blue-sky scenario fails to take off, transfixed by the moonlight peeking into the memo so soon,
Where would I enshrine your solicitude of old, which seems to seep out of the lines while crooning toward the moon?
Wanted accord:
A better World
With less sweet word-
Voids of terror.
Safety for all:
Shield from sad fall;
For short and tall-
Halt this horror.
Name: Kayod5
Desiderata
7th Dec, 2014
Theme number 1
There was a president whose name was Trump
That in the White House he had set up camp
For the climate didn't care
Cause for U S wasn't fair
In the end Zeus' thunderbolt struck the tramp!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 January 2018
10, 10, 7, 7, 10.
*President Trump withdrew USA from the Paris accord last year and since then USA
witness a series of the severest weather phenomena in their history.
** Zeus, strikes all those who commit Hubris i.e. those who place themselves above
natural order which means above God!
Strong, brave and beautiful - the queen.
Godsend - cousins in one accord.
Prayer and fasting on scene.
Strong, brave and beautiful - the queen
uninvited… must intervene.
For such a time as this, dear Lord.
Strong, brave and beautiful - the queen.
Godsend - cousins in one accord.
1/10/2022
How I wish troops were withdrawn from the battlefield;
And peace talks were honoured and respected.
How I wish there was a time when guns were silent;
To end one of the bloodiest wars on earth !
The fish came
To this accord
All by himself
He had been
Running
Like lake relaxing
Takes some doing
But he traveled on
To find his wife
And I can’t say
I blame him
I’d be the same way
If I had somebody to love
We adults must come through, united;
We the watchers of others children, must step up to the challenge;
For all we do;
we must do, choose
Everyone is every one
Your child we share
We need to care
Tho! I didn't co-create them
We owe them the chance
To make the right choices
Train up a child
In the way that he or she should go
Matters not if their not yours, their yours
We need to decide whom they should serve
man or God
We adults must come through, united;
We the watchers of others children, must step up to the challenge;
For all we do;
we must do, choose
Everyone is every one
Your child we share
We need to care
Children need to stop and realize adult are older
And we've been there
Your trying to get where we are now and beyond
As adults let us be strong while in-front and behind you let's do right and not wrong
Train up a child
In the way that he or she should go
Matters not if their not yours, their yours
We need to decide whom they should serve
man or God
As an adult
I will not
purposely harm you
As a man
I am humbly bound to you
Children, obey your parents in the Lord,
For this is right.
Honor your father and mother
Which is the first commandment
With a promise,
So that it may be well with you, and that you may live long on the earth
5/22/19
Ephesians 6: 1-3
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
FIRST DEDICATION TO POETESS ~EVE ROPER~
SECOND DEDICATION TO MY CHILDREN
A dedication to students..
~Steven David*Taevyn Watson*Breckinridge Parra*
Jaden Stabler*Tiaharraylnn Cole*Christian Wood*Jaden Sorensen*Colton Turek*Andrew Moffit*Joe Williams*Ronnie Cross*Amber Barnes*Phoebe Klimek*Luis Novelo
He is eager to break a record
But a lot plays with loafers’ record:
The Leanest Time to wonders accord …
He is The Gasping for a record
But in his left ear an oft fixed cord;
Not with scholarship in accord …
The Anxious-to-Create-a-Record
Still in his heard speeches Hacked Concord
And one could glimpse in them his thrust word …
Then, do not worshipful notice take
Of the Desirous-to-Record break:
Some of the times, a user of dictions
That are fraught with rash contractions;
The chap’s last speech-filled publications
By him tagged Divine Supplications …
But I knew and could prove pinned papers
About some much touted life shapers,
In sizes a peace-preaching memo,
In quality, A Hurried Demo;
At last to be granted ‘No Author’;
Who does to be checked by A Doctor.
Sapphire ocean
Waves in motion
Scent of brine
Sun’s ray shine
Deepness occupied
Mysteries hide
Beating soul
Alluring roll
Womb attraction
Bustle action
Oceans breast wonder
Seagulls squawking hunger
1/27/2025
A secret accord written in breaths,
Configured in kisses and celestial caresses,
A saga-rhapsody we inscribe in flights of love,
Upon this stringless harp called Love.
Ancestral pact,
Woven from sacred gestures, liturgies of the bodies
That hide behind a curtain of raw and fierce desire,
We prefigure the metamorphosis, from beasts to those who drape in divine silks -
In the temple of love, the fervor softens, becomes tenderness.
In your magical whirl, there I lose myself, trying to pronounce your name,
As a nighttime sparkle seeks a gentle reflection in the cold water,
My desire, a traveler without clothes, eagerly searches for your lips,
Weaving, in the silence of moments, the eternity of a tempestuous kiss.
Our hidden power, a perpetual transfiguration,
Words become fervent refrains, playful,
And weighing ecstasy in the empire of our unrest.
Our free bodies dance and crash in an irresistible longing,
You know me from before the world,
And I penetrate you as the zephyr whispers across the plain,
Yes, the potency of love is the cloak that conceals us, crowns us
With the edge of a white gazebo,
Pure and unrepeatable as the malt of our fervent love,
Tumultuous and headstrong, like the hazard of our passion,
The power of love is the murmur of day and night.
“I soared a journey with him near me,
fear released in tears of ecstasy.
I knew a tale of a boy who adored
a girl who always longed to be free.
Now we live in harmonious accord.”
So I await his caress and know it shall surmount
all things I never knew I dreamed could come true.
And with every cell in my body,
with all the marrow in my bones,
I shall be his until forever becomes the fate of all.
No ceasing of my heart could tamper with lust,
for it is genuine passion that rescues my soul.
And with the blood through my veins,
with all the countless DNA I carry,
I shall be his until lifetimes of joy fly away.
“I carried a dream with him by my side,
it knew my heart could always confide.
I knew a tale of a girl who was true
to a boy who lived a life of blue.
Now we live a life where love is supplied."
March 9, 2019
Come Forward On Own Accord
Women and men must both come forward,
And then be doing this on their own accord;
When in doubt,
Still talk about;
Sexual misconduct should never be ignored.
Jim Horn
I shall embrace my salvation,
Be grateful for my creation!
Find peace from the love of the Lord-
LIVE A LIFE OF LOVE AND ACCORD.
Fear not the wicked sinner’s greed,
for I shall follow, never lead.
Holding riches I can afford-
LIVE A LIFE OF LOVE AND ACCORD.
Abrasive wounds shall bleed no more,
the Father chose me to adore.
The love He gives, my great reward,
LIVE A LIFE OF LOVE AND ACCORD.
Trust and faith in what shall arrive,
I shall embrace why I’m alive.
My poor heart the Father restored!
LIVE A LIFE OF LOVE AND ACCORD.
Peace and harmony I must wear
like fleece in Winter’s chilly air-
For I’ve never felt so adored…
I SHALL LIVE IN LOVE AND ACCORD.
12.17.19
IN PRAISE OF GOD Poetry Contest
Kim Rodrigues
Flowing through views of wonder I seek
all that nature fears when seasons change.
Winter needs snow on top the mount’s peak,
Summer starves for the Autumn exchange.
For I am astounded by the sight
of this compelling nature delight.
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All that God has bestowed I admire,
connected to each other like kin.
Intoxicating like ember’s fire,
igniting provocation within.
Wonder is held in fascination,
as mother nature wears creation.
A relationship, we share a bond,
attracted like magnetic forces.
Of our true alliance I am fond,
as what keeps us safe reinforces.
For we embrace beauty and accord,
watching the stars…and thanking the Lord.
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July 28, 2019