Best Actives Poems
Our Sweet Little Girl Olivia.....
Olivia is our sweet little girl with her charming face
She dances like a butterfly and swim like a fish
She talks like a parrot and act like a grown woman
She laughs with joyful heart and attracts us with her sweet smiles
She sleeps like an angel floating in the clouds
She is like a candle of the house who keeps everyone in illuminate
She is an intelligent little girl with so much enthusiastic with her lessons
She is such a brave girl brings love and strength to our house
She loves her papa and mama with plenty of kisses shared
She fights with her sisters but she love them so much
She always plays with her friends and sometime drive them crazy too
She is our sweet little girl who keeps us happy with her actives.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
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Succumbing to child-like fantasy glee
To my special boy’s haven I do flee
Meeting his friends, Kindo, Lovey, Deelight
As well as Valiente of great smile’s might.
Kindo shares blessings with gestures so kind
Helping fellow kids in projects designed
Lovey likewise showers healthy pop cheer
Thus, the hyper-actives stay tamely dear.
Around cute Deelight, laughter does abound
Her blissful antics surround freedom sound
Meanwhile, Valiente boosts children’s courage
Propelling them to surmount weakness’ cage.
Midst this pleasure scene, I’m stirred to pray
Beseeching God for gracious hope-faith ray
To build up lives through His compassion deed
Propped by His grace* commencing from love’s seed.
*2John 1:3 Grace be with you, mercy, and peace, from God the Father, and from the Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of the Father, in truth and love.
December 28, 2020
10th place, "COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(40)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/16/2021.
Sinfonia
Phi For One
Mu for Alpha
Orange splices of pure fire fall to the cavernous wall as if the world was on its head,
Shadows of friends in greeting prints the rock a far,
I sit in comfort and complete humility by a roaring fire of fraternity.
I ponder my great quest for fire.
A long road remembered,
As barber drips from the pores of my soul chanting a deafening memory of my initiation.
The end is near, the wait is impossible, my stomach churns but I don’t care. I whisper to my earned brother, “where are we?”, “In the middle of no where in a freezing car.” Several hours go by and nay we pledges have much importance. Finally, the sounds of gravel hence at approaching membership. I hold and follow my earned brother along a steep and rocky path. I peer down my nose at my feet, barely staying vertical. I feel a blaze of warmth and hear a hissing crackle as if cast into the inferno of hell and damnation. An eerie silence blanketed by the radiance of Adagio. I feared the unknown and was most untrusting of the “Actives.” Who con and deceive. I trust Nathan and Dustin though, and they would not harm me! My mind never rested, I considered every course of retaliation, every out, every option.
At last I remove my blindfold destination revealed with aww.
Fresh and clear meanings defined.
My ritual, praised by youthful hearts, of Orpheus.
I am proud in brotherhood and understanding. I finally ware my gray hoody with the letters PHI MU ALPHA.
I (and others) have traveled great distances in Phi for One.
This One is but Mu, and can only be found in the leap of Alpha.
The Mu is necessary for Alpha and such a night is latent in all our minds
At nights end we all have replenished our souls with remembrance of fraternal meaning and brotherly spirit.
Raise your prelude to all the brothers, we sing.
A large circle of brothers arm over shoulder singing proud and loud on this cold damp November starry night.
This night is replayed over and over in my mind, reaffirming my commitment too Iota Rho’s long honored traditions. Time is irrelevant though we say its not. Perfection is of no concern, though we heave its importance.
At last the echo carries… SIN..FON..IAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaa! At last the traditions are entrusted to the next generation.
TIMES PERPETUAL TROUPE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Ever wonder, if you are a member of a troupe
Acting different roles, yet never leave the loop
I often consider it possible, when I have a Deja Vo
Ago, someone else was me, could it have been you ?
Say there’s a thousand actors active in the cast
Filling different roles, now: and surely in the past
Often heard it said, everyone has a twin
One might be the other, the other might be him
I might have been Joan of Arc, Napoleon Bonaparte
Maybe Aaron, shooting Alexander in the heart
My neighbor might have been a soldier in WW2
Maybe the doctor that delivered me or you
The possibilities are endless, I’m sure we all agree
When an actor exits the play, his spirit is set free
To perform a new role, adapting, to a new identity
Stories of many sparring with multiple lives
Roles deeply ingrained, they continue to survive
Eerie to not know who you were or are
You might have been a viking, a movie star
Teacher, lawyer or just the local drunk
Passenger on the titanic, gruesomely sunk
See a stranger and think: I know that man
Is it body language, face, or a parallax scan
We sense prior actives not only with our eyes
Odors, music, sounds, noises often intensifies
To recalling scenes unfamiliar this day
Instant return, to a previous role and play
We are all actors in an endless production
Exiting the stage to an parallel dimension
Returning anew to an eternal prescription
That shapes and determines our present existence
In ventures dates arise and forth
Musky as tortures I swinging
Quasi I view myself hate or enrich
Who by pigeonholed proof been
Of actives kinship thy bachelors
Around I try within of ranged vibrantly
Indeed, handle as matters upon
the dressed encipher it dealt
Tho doubts or widely inquiries
And sinlessly lo ways ...
In state did so hornily, so straight.
And jealous by signify, foes smelled
up, the elegy crucial for her, and obvious
Culled off mine attends thy bachelor.
April came and the rains did fall,
May and June came with flowers for all.
Summer brought the heat of season,
and people sat in the living room air-condition.
Fall brought colors bright and bold,
Halloween haunted spirits nights cold.
And as the last leaf fell off the now naked tree,
Winter came and slapped a freezing spree.
In the lively hood of the dancing spring,
bustling actives merriness brings.
“Beyond the silence of summers end,”
the roll of the school bus wheels begin.
The school bus wheels rolling is great for me,
being a monitor provides my paycheck you see.
So “beyond the silence of summers end,”
the ride onto educational pursuit grins.
Of ventures dates arise and forth
Musky as tortures I swinging
Quasi I view myself hate or enrich
Who by pigeonholed proof been
Of actives kinship thy bachelors
Around a try within of vibrantly range
Indeed, handle as matters upon
A dress code dealt
Thus as doubts or widely inquire
And sinlessly lo ways
In state done so hornily, so straight
And be jealous in signify a foe wan
Culled up essential by her, and obvious
Culled off mine attends of bachelor.
Our Sweet little girl Olivia.....
Olivia is our sweet little girl with her charming face
She dances like a butterfly and swim like a fish
She talks like a parrot and act like a grown woman
She laughs with joyful heart and attracts us with her sweet smiles
She sleeps like an angel floating in the clouds
She is like a candle of the house who keeps everyone in illuminate
She is an intelligent little girl with so much enthusiastic with her lessons
She is such a brave girl brings love and strength to our house
She loves her papa and mama with plenty of kisses shared
She fights with her sisters but she love them so much
She always plays with her friends and sometime drive them crazy too
She is our sweet little girl who keeps us happy with her actives.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @2007 Ravi Sathasivam