Best Acing Poems
P erhaps it's time to let it go.
A ll that pain you suffered so.
S train on your heart and soul.
T ime to release and let go.
P eer around at your life now.
R elish the love your children give.
E njoy your work as you always have.
S it and relax at end of day.
E nergised by renewed hope.
N ever again to ever succumb
T o being abused by anyone.
F acing the future with a smile.
U pteen reasons to celebrate.
T he joys of living and giving.
U ncertainity will always remain.
R emember to count your blessings.
E mbrace often those you love.
21/11/2016
Satellites in space keeping an eye on the human race
Independence in place a parental pacified pallid pace
Gods of war prepare for their cadaverous command
Narcissistic lair in control of the deceptively damned
Obedient in oblivion MK ultra has barbarously begun
Facing fallacious delirium bullets bleed of killing done
Tyrants of time tenacious terminators of our humanity
Hellions in prime pandemic behind a venomous vanity
Evaporating echoes of morality ephemeral of the state
Thespian theological amnesty thermostats that negate
Idols of invasion indestructible in their satanic structure
Mellifluous minds into evasion ready to rapidly rupture
Escaping evil entities of illusion diner drugs of the day
Seduced by enemies of confusion that are here to stay.
April.23.2018
Sign of the times
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
...my thoughts and prayers go out to all the victims, family and friends…of the horrific Toronto truck massacre chain of events that happened April.23.2018… to the Toronto Police, first responders, and pedestrians who had to witness this great tragedy…for these are truly sign of the times…
Without words I follow you
Into the willow's sheltering shade,
Leaves softly swaying sweet welcome
Limbing a tree serenade;
Overhead song birds keep vigil
Watching love between man and maid.
Tambour rhythm of two hearts
Racing, impetuous and free,
Yearning for love's sacred moment
Secretly shared with a willow tree;
Two lovers tryst, my husband with me.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, October 5, 2014
H arrowing muscle! forcing passion on my soul.
E ver-present beating - a metronome of feeling.
A rduous yet wonderful, fickle yet insistent.
R acing with adrenaline - Swinging, jumping, screaming! -
T ill it stops... and all is silent and unfeeling.
For Rick's "Any 5 Line Poem" contest
Placed: 4th
Jack Frost is a hoary mischievous fellow
A man with a penchant for autumn coloring,
Carrying buckets of paint: red, brown and yellow,
Killing crops and late-blooming flowers with a zing!
Frozen toes and noses are Jack’s big delight.
Racing through towns and fields, he leaves us winter frost.
Once you have met him, you will not forget his bite!
Snow, sleet and ice he brings before the night is lost.
Then you awake to see his art in morn’s first light.
Written 12/3/2015
For the "Acrostic: Jack Frost" contest of Shadow Hamilton
T he tractor has pulled up outside my door.
R acing to the window when I hear it's roar.
A ll dressed up for this date.
C an't wait to head out with my mate.
T he link box is hooked up, all shined.
O ver goes my leg as I jump on behind.
R ev her up, I'm covered in hay but never mind.
Born on September 16, 1925 in Itta Ben, Mississippi
His ambitions grew as fast as he could stand on his tippys
Given the name Reily B. King better known as B.B. King
Strumming his zealous hands and acing the blues on strings
He made his first break performing “Sonny Boy” in 1948
To steady engagements and his quest for perfection was his fate
Throughout his life B.B. received numerous awards of distinction
B.B. Is acknowledged as an American icon and will be for generations
B.B. continues to tour extensively each year
"The Thrill Is Gone” rings notorious on the air
Written about B.B. King for Raul’s B.B. King contest
F antastical daydream, from that moment on, made real
O therworldly, God-sent, lover, full of fervent zeal.
R ipe masculinity, dripping with desire,
E yes smoldering with charasmatic Fire.
V aliant, Demi-God, modern-day Prince Charming,
E ffervescent boy-ish smile, disarming.
R uminating romantic, hopeless devotion, head over heels
I rreplaceable, irresistible, toe-curling squeals.
N atural-born, artful lover, kisses of wine
Y outhful exuberance, male specimen, so fine.
O pen-hearted, unguarded, child-like, heart is true
U nbridled passion ensues
R acing heart, bated breath, tingling anticipations
E nvelops my soul beyond expectations
Y oung love turns to slow, deep embers still burning
E mbraces with still hungry arms still leave me yearning
S ouls entwined, keeps love's hope burning.
Lacing his fingers together with mine
Easing down gently into his arms on cloud nine
Trailing the scent of his presence
Tempting memories to stay forever quintessence
In the mind, heart and soul never letting go
Nor be dampened by drizzles in the plateau
Gliding towards a life worth living
Gathering inner strength for moments worth reliving
Opening doors to move forward through forgiving
Words unspoken lay heavy in the heart
A reminder to the soul, "Be brave"
When world events try to tear us apart
We should go with the flow, surf the sound wave
Let nature moves you
when apathy settles in
unwinding is bliss
Family relationships are a key;
Abundant joy they bring (and brought) to me.
Mainstays in how we learn to love and grow;
It seems natural for me to feel so.
Living shared memories we hope will last;
Yearning for those times as the years slip past.
Facing adulthood, ditching childish things;
Using this time well to wait in the wings;
New family formed with the love it brings.
Put me in coach, I am ready to play,
No more killin' time to just kill time, eh?
I've considered the green, I've judged the lay.
Enough cancelled skies, no more rain delay,
I'll take the baton, run in the relay,
Flyin' in the grass, playin' on the clay.
I'll keep obligations, right on the lines,
Look for my signature, look for my signs,
Ev'ryone's gonna see Heaven's own pines.
No more hangin' 'bout, take my piece of tree,
I'll make the pitch, swing for the bleechers, see?
Now, I'm gonna make it the game of me.
It's somethin', somethin' fierce still lovin' you,
Open the Sports Illustrated tissue
I'll be healed of all that ol' scar issue.
That gem y'know: best offense, good defense,
As for the best defense: "let's not take offense..."
Ask me, though, I say, "What's the difference?"
'Cause I'm here t'argue each and ev'ry call,
So, y'all best keep yer eyes on that there ball
While I'm pointin' out where I'll best the wall.
We are so sad and know not why, do we?
Cities teamin' with teams, incitin' glee,
Makes ya happy playin' the game of me.
There's great int'rest in me joinin' some club,
C'mon, I am the Walk-On, "...there's the rub.",
Believe me, they'll raise a cheer in the pub.
Get 'em goin', watch me winnin' the pitch,
Home v. Away's all the same to me, Hitch,
Just spell my name right, I've got that same itch.
I'm ridin' high 'gain, that ol' powered horse,
Acing the course again, of course, of course,
But, I won't use "...a little too much Force."
No more just watchin' all them people bleed,
I'll be on guard 'gain, "Oh, say can't you see?",
Lovin' the rush, winnin' the game of me.
Acing awesome atomic axel jumps
Baffling backflips and butterfly jumps
Completing camel spins and cross strokes
Dance jumps, dance lifts and death spirals
Eclipsing extensions and edge jumping
Fearless heights for fan spirals and flying spins
Gracefully gliding across galactic ice
High-handed hydroblading holiday headliners
Icebreaking intensity involving idealistic idols
Jagged jump jabbing combos and sequences
Kicking back killer knockout maneuvers
Landing leg wraps and laudable lasso lifts
Music momentum for mirror skating moves
Negotiating nifty new nimble numbers
Orchestrating an opening outrageous act
Performing in front of passionate patrons
Quantum quality quadruple jumps
Rehearsed till radically racy and riveting
Striving for split jumps and split twists spread eagle
Traveling toe step and throw loop and triple flips
Winter gymnastics on ice eagerly awaited year to year
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Flowers Are Miracles That Grow
C olors that splash and blend to heal
L ove held firm in holding hands.
O ne love that gifts fantastic thrill
V isions of peace in all lands.
E very heart finds destined true love
R emembering joys from above.
M eadows, flowers flowing up the hill
I nvite my soul to cleave to hers.
R acing out into winter's snowy chill
A soft touch she lovingly prefers.
C atching life and bottling its glee
L iving our life, just her and me.
E ternal hope as large as an Oak tree.
S weetest honey from my beautiful bee.
G oing out into a cool summer rain
R unning into her soft embrace.
O ften riding on her treasure train.
W ith smiles upon euphoric face.
Robert J. Lindley, 09-27-2015
( Clover, Miracles Grow)
R acing around on busy days
A rainbow stops us in our tracts.
I n awe we pause to ponder on
N ature's beautiful bounty.
B estowing again childlike wonder
O n bustling distracted adults.
W e absorb the colours into our
S ouls and proceed renewed.
Arriving for my first visit, not knowing what to expect
Instantly awestruck at the plethora of trampolines
Ready to jump feet first into a new adventure.
Bouncing up, down, in, out, to and fro
Over and over again. I spot the soft foam pit,
Racing towards it, I take a leap of faith
Naturally full of enthusiasm and a youthful
Energy that knows no bounds at the moment.
Eagerly looking around the massive building wanting
X-tras like dodgeball, slam dunk, and the high-flying
Trapeze—where I swing through the air and land safely
Right in the middle of the blue and red squares of foam. I
Enter the battle beams where I was defeated by an older
Male. Nearly two hours later, and all good things must come to an
End. My first experience at a trampoline park was a success.
August 1, 2019
(An Acrostic Poem)
**Side note: I wrote this poem from the point of view of my 12 year old son. This was his first experience at a trampoline park called Airborne Extreme. He had a great time and has enjoyed the amusement center a few times since.