Best Acquaint Poems
I have no words to use that can define,
this task so tough to find my lover's name.
In hope, I wait for my soul to refine,
before my heart becomes old with this game.
This language they call love has no restraint,
yet, still I search for tongue which echoes mine.
Perhaps there is no one who can acquaint,
and yet, I yearn that love becomes my shrine.
Upon this path, one can feel all alone,
when walking with no one to hold your hand.
Enraged with fate one may start to bemoan,
despite all your attempts, unloved you stand.
True love, like leaves in Spring, transcend in life;
be patient heart, for growth is always rife.
Silent One
Written 28 May 2016
I listen to my shadow as it wakes
Contemplating its solitude, hearing how peacefully it
Settles over dawn’s breath, and how it looks upon
Last night’s fire, now a stain upon the earth
I listen to the sky cleft open the dawn
Watch as she tears a strip from her canvas taught with night’s frost,
Allowing the last of the stars to slip away, unseen
Whilst my shadow watches sleep invade my breath again
I now listen as dawn unfolds about my camp
Watch as the shadows slyly acquaint themselves
And how impishly they mingle with the tall trees
Until sunlight chases them all away
I listen to my shadow bashfully retreat beneath me
Solitude dissolving in birdsong and the
Growing pains of the forest, as
Clouds now collect to frighten the sky away
I listen to the wind chase itself through the trees
Moaning in search of those shadows, as
Tired leaves fall amongst the cries of the forest, where
Tears gather into cups of the fallen
I listen to my shadow slurp greedily from the forest floor
Gathering the tears of the fallen, cradling them
Like his own flesh and blood, until the solitude returns
And the night’s fire makes the shadows
Dance with the forest once again
They plotted long, that winter’s night
Beneath the Christmas star so bright
Three tiny mice in elf like suits
Could smell the pie of many fruits
And as it baked, their hunger grew
So they decided what to do
They knew that cook would, as a rule
Set pies on window sill to cool
They would appear as Christmas elves
Instead of their most scary selves
And then the cook, they would acquaint,
Remove their clothes and she would faint
Just then, with super mouse like strength
They’d slide that pie the needed length
Into their cubby hole nearby
Like that!, they’d be gone with the pie
12/12/18
Now in the shadows a figure hides
Unmerciful rain collapses on my rooftops
The mind struggles to recollect lost senses
You take me on a victorious voyage to the Island of Paradise
Riding the waves of my intuition, I call for it
“Bring us the light at the end of the tunnel,”
I holler in the shade with Niagara Falls of hope
I hear you call to me gently in the dead of night
Why hide in the dust in the shame of frivolous defeat?
We graze in fields of forever gracious flowers as we lock hands
Don’t you worry—my patience is instilled in the dark
You elevate me higher than the clouds drifting wistfully
I trace your outline as my eyes acquaint with mystery
We have a slippery escape—a ride on a dolphin’s back
Staring…filled by the watery cadence
We sing merrily as we approach the trail of vitality
Trampled that you cannot accept my trust
The waves of the ocean bubbles us up with rare grace
I trace a detailed picture of you in the air
We ran faster than the breeze, rapidly brewing
I sketch in your panic eyes, furrowed gaze—and sigh
Give us words of wisdom to uplift our troubled souls
Not a cringe of movement, yet still I wait to create
We have to leap into the ring of fire—but how?
Imagination brought us together—now shadow, come out!
Let us be brave like the lion in the prairie…send us strength
Collaboration by Laura and David Breidenthal
*note: We wrote line after line without seeing the others' lines, and it actually came out quite nicely I think. : ) *
April 28, 2014
~ Monotetra form ~
No man's eyes will ever conceive
the things another mind may weave
If this counsel you don't believe
You are naïve You are naïve
What lies behind a masked facade
is oft' unfit to praise and laud
Tread lightly when sipping pernod
Beware the fraud Beware the fraud
One cannot brush away with paint
the darkened soul that's ripe with taint
With deceivers do not acquaint
They ruse and feint They ruse and feint
From mesmeric masks turn away
Treacherous hearts tend to betray
A friend becomes a mocking jay
And you their prey And you their prey
You cannot lift the wicked veil
of the beast with forked tongue and tail
Though legions have tried to assail
To no avail To no avail
He lived a simple life
He was a simple man
He never had a wife
He had a different plan
He wore the priestly collar
He lived a life of service
You never heard him holler
Nothing made him nervous
Several pulpits did he refuse
Summoned by a worldly muse
Radical students would he infuse
With old-fashioned values and views
At an East-coast college he did teach
Engaging students with humble manner
Principled, rational; he never preached
Didn't wave religion on a banner
I took his course; so glad I did
He personified what was kind and good
Though I was steeped in sin, God forbid
He treated me as a father would
Invited me into his home
Holy books crammed into every nook
We talked and dreamed, together roamed
Beyond dry lessons and textbooks
I'll never forget this gentle saint
As long as I do live
With humanity did he (me) acquaint
Taught me from my heart to give
July 16, 2019
Favorite Poem in Rhyme from July, 2019 Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Dear Asia.
I was awakened in the middle of the night
with you on my mind. By the time the clock
struck 12:40 AM, the tears had already appeared.
Before I could wipe those wet-drops away, three
words gushed from the depths of my heart and lay
siege to my mind. I lay there for a good while until
I knew that this heartfelt emotion had to be recorded
and shared with you while it was fresh in my spirit.
Without any utterings from my lips, my heart was
clearly saying, "I'm sorry, Asia". I was feeling
your pain, a pain that must have evaded me 2 years
ago. Two years ago, I think that I was overwhelmed
with the pain I was feeling about losing my little
granddaughter. You were spreading your wings in
directions that terrified me.
I was sorry because I wasn't prepared to see you
through your growing pains. I think that I became
afraid of what I could no longer influence. Papa Girl
was the only you That I knew, and when I no longer saw her,
I became angry and weak, unable to see you through your
hard times that you considered to be your good times.
I felt shut out of your life, and I didn't know how
to keep knocking at the door of a grown-up young lady
who had a mind of her own. You were no longer the
Papa Girl whom I once knew and took to school for
12 years and more.
I'm sorry, Asia, for being weak when you needed me
to be strong enough, understanding enough, and flexible
enough to acquaint myself with the grown-up you. I'm sorry
for not being accepting and loving enough to let go.
Again, I'm sorry Asia. Please forgive me.
Grandpa.
I have dreams and high hopes for the coming new year.
Many aspirations that I must achieve with true ease.
When this year ends and all the madness does cease
I shall bring forth good will without dread nor fear.
O, I shall fall to my knees and love without displease.
Can I be the one to make a difference?
May I take away all life’s sufferance.
My house has needed much improved alteration.
I should paint rooms here and there without complaint.
I know I would enjoy my living space if acquaint
with my new furnishings of my own creative creation.
I shall show myself I can be handy without restraint.
Can I be the one to transform the earth?
May I show myself my treasured worth.
I pray I can take time just for me to write poetry
more often so I can feel the comfort I used to feel.
For writing has always been the only way I heal,
I can only save myself from disdain and misery.
O, I must show my mind my gifts can be ideal.
Can I be the one to express my soul?
May I try my best to fill my heart whole.
I shall begin to bestow kindness more unto family
so that they can understand how I feel so abate.
May I love without hate and genuine joy create,
showing how much I appreciate unconditionally.
O, in multitude of faith and joy may I saturate.
Can I be the one who shows I can be me?
May I show God just how beautiful I can be.
Soon It Will Be 2019
December 22, 2018
Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
The day that I first saw you smile, as I stooped to fix a lace
A small stone’s throw across the street but then there was no trace
I ran the corner that you turned but I had lost the race
I may now never have the chance to acquaint your lovely face
I walk the spot of that one glimpse, every single day
In the vain hope our eyes will meet and my feelings to convey
Many females, I have met, they are all now shades of grey
Unlike you my rainbow sweet, my dream, my sweet sorbet
Deluged with the nostalgic era of you,
Your lush verdant scent lining
Wistful sentiments upon idle reflections
Scattered in fragments and fine dustings, as
I acquaint myself with futile intricacies—
Devoted to your unwritten absence,
Wandering in a haze of misty wastelands,
While you eternalize your presence in our
Heart of hearts and in the
Cavernous corners of our souls, with the
Delicate air of you—spilling your love—
Memorializing the tidings you’ve nurtured,
Within our once piteous existence,
Endlessly rising in honor of you.
Me: Since Samhain I have been chatting with Satan on Skype..On this date he celebrates his fall from grace..
Satan: Thank you Ken..You look marvelous today..What is your routine? You haven't aged in years...Is it diet and gym, the ladies and your erotic poetry?
Me: You are way too kind..(blushing)
Satan: Really, I enjoy your sense of eroticism, you have a fondness for the ladies I see..You should read "Justine" by my friend the Marquis de Sade..In order to know virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice...
Me: Are you saying it is only through pain one can arrive at pleasure?
Satan: I'm saying you are unhappy because you desire things that cannot be..That's what desire IS, the need for what we cannot have..It's called greed...
Me: I have nothing to fear here..
Satan: Well Ken, there's always the truth..Maybe peace is acquired by the currency of loss..You are in love with perception..I have many friends here in hell with me you may have heard of, Anton Lavey, Aleister Crowley, Adolf Hitler among others..You should meet them..
Me: No thank you, I prefer to "Fear and Tremble" like Kierkegaard..I was taught your greatest truth was convincing the world there was only only one of you..
Satan: You know God loves you..
Me: Is that why you take interest?
Satan: You seek a measure of comfort from Women..Don't you know that love is the laziest theory for the meaning of life?
Me: But was not Faust saved in the end by the love of a woman?
Satan: I will not elaborate on your misconceptions..
Me: I'm just an ordinary human being with flesh, blood and bones..Nothing hard to decipher.. I wish for women and have needs..
Satan: They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions..Charming saying really..I say it is paved with intriguing questions...
Me: It is late, I have to go Mr. Satan...What time is it?
Satan: How much time do you need?
Me: No thanks..lol I have to go....
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Lenient light beings
Persistently beside one
Aware and secure
Acquaint themselves once
Nevermore in physical
But still their warmth counts
Coeval as I am
Complexities become plain
Chosen among few
Descend with desire
Defy death a countless times
Illumine spirit
Linger up below
Feeling within and beyond
Omnipresent glow
Blithely rising in shadowy night
Is Man of the Sun wearing the threshold
That was once been secluded from the sight of me
But together has drawn me closer to glee.
As swiftly as the sun arise back in the eyes;
Like morning glory bloom dash’ly under bright light
My heart surrenders to Love what they called
Relish days playing music of caress.
But I a girl lithe and tawny still frenzied youth
Settling for one hardly creep to my grasp
As fresh as I hunger for pleasure
Of what may World compromise that pleases the soul.
Man of the Sun, sorrow not in deepest night
Someone a woman be laudable of that sincere love
Acquaint other who never pierces the heart
For I not worth, the girl whose love blooms and withers.
http://www.oocities.org/nerudapoet/lovepoems/girl.htm
once again, it is done.
and Dread abounds.
i must re-prepare, they say
and crawl beyond Familiar Words
to make a Home again
for a little while.
and say goodbye
to just-rooted friendships.
i must re-acquaint, they say
and crawl beyond Familiar People
to make a Home again
for a little while.
always they smile in indifference
and offer up token strategies
as the town shutters-up beneath them
and the graveyards go abandoned.
now, once again, i stand before the world
within the full measure of my Isolation.
a cacophony of Choice.
yet i hear Nothing.
For ages, I used to rear my goats serenely;
Before I invited Mr. Hyena at home.
Green prairie my goats adored around the home.
Peace, the rustics relished too;
But an intolerable mistake I made inviting him.
Peace and life of villagers he happily bothered.
As an approachable and judicious man, he came;
With everyone and every junction to acquaint:
Who did what, who slept where and when, he learned.
To viciously raid all the goats;
Eating some and scarring others.
Distress and insecurity led others to absconding.
As some of our friends, Mr. Hyena behaved.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile