Best Admiringly Poems
Take a look my Love
do you see how the diamonds of our dreams
are burning so brightly and violently
silhouetting the lips of our wishes against the walls of ancient Latin gold
in the sacred villa of Love's Kingdom where there is no escape
where rescue is unwanted,
where we survive and grow stronger in the gymnasium of passion's glory
did you notice that above the rose vine gateway
the phrase Sancta Simplicitas is carved deeply into the black and white marble,
do you feel the crimson love stress within your throat,
do you taste your soul's intestinal fortitude
surfacing on your spiked tongue
as we wrestle eachother ruthlessly, like champions that die in defeat,
moral armbars, clean elbow strikes to the jaw of flippancy,
pressure point pinches to the arteries of our inhibitions,
intellectual left and right hooks landing on the cheeks of our wisdom,
poetic hip throws to the mat of hard lust
defiant choke holds of love, flawless in tight execution
penetrating the blood brain barrier with the ecstasy of warrior fervor,
and as we lay sweatied and spent on the ground of this rough enlightenment
we look at eachother admiringly and realize like young romance
that we live for a single, shared purpose
to teach love what love means,
If they ever say diamonds to diamonds, dust to dust
they'll be speaking in bereavement of our beauty and bravery, of our best,
and I won't allow that,
as I know damn well
that you will not tolerate such misgivings either my Love,
instead,
we shall build a war machine of divine desire
that will destroy the proven walls of conventional psychology
erect a fortress of love that can withstand total despair,
and they will know the strength of our diamond love
as it guides the lost and lonely
through chaotic oceans of heart hysteria as with us,
no one will ever say our love died,
because we fought for it to live my Love -
Sancta Simplicitas is an ancient Latin phrase meaning...Holy Simplicity...
J.A.B.
Categories:
admiringly, inspirational, love,
Form:
Romanticism
A strange blue rose - alone
midst an array of clustered flowers -
a few of them her friends -
the shy violets, lovely white lilies, and bold marigolds.
In the gracious garden spot the traveler singled her out -
his gaze resting admiringly upon her.
Each day as he passed that spot,
she was the one he sought. . .
And day by day the traveler came around,
speaking through the fence softly in sweet sounds
that wafted her way with the wind.
Persistent wasp, in guise of a honeybee,
he tried so hard to wear that flower down. . .
till unexpectedly, he strode right through the gate,
and blissfully ignorant of a rose's care,
plucked her up, swept her high up into the air,
and uprooted that blue rose from her safe soil.
But he did not a gardener make.
Knowing nothing of roses,
he knew very little of any flower he pursued.
Moreover, one mere blue rose cannot long compete
with the other bright fanciful flowers
which, along that traveler's path, he was sure to meet.
Those soft whispered words
that caressed her blossomed cheek
soon ceased.
And the water to her soul (if a rose has a soul,
he did not care to know), stopped its flow.
Scars he left -
new thorns on her stem that grew outward
from his cruel cut,
but she'd go on. . . .
Long time replanted now in solid refuge ground,
the strange blue rose
has gained self-understanding,
that one thing for himself (she imagines)
which the traveler she so briefly knew
has never found.
Categories:
admiringly, allegoryday, blue, rose, flower,
Form:
Personification
Connecting with nature
Walking along I find peace…
Autumn leaves surround me
Crunching rhythms at my feet
I Step inside harmony ~
Brown leaves start swirling
A Tiny tornado forming
Admiringly…I stand glowing…
A mighty wind blows off my hat
Quickly…I wonder …what was that?
As I hold onto my head
It blows away end over end
Nature playing games instead
My gracious hat…ahead it blew
I ran after it fast and true~
Blown up against a Willow
Floppy hat blocked indeed
Tiny raindrops starting to fall
Cool drops kiss my cheek
Nature’s spirits forever speak ~
Categories:
admiringly, imagination, life, nature, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
She stood there in all her naked beauty,
the man approached her with reverence,
as he stood in front of her drinking in
her exquisite womanhood with awe struck wonder.
Gently he runs his fingers up and down her
searching out her body and crevices.
Pausing here and there lightly stroking
finding her hidden imperfections.
Taking out his hammer and chisel
he gently chips away her blemishes.
Smoothing the marble surface as he goes.
At last satisfied he stands back admiringly.
She glows in the fading sunlight,
seeming to come to life as dusk falls.
the sculptor sighs with pleasure.
It was worth the many hours of work
Categories:
admiringly, appreciation, beauty, body, care,
Form:
Verse
The Land of Thunder Dragon,
The blest estate of saviour Guru Rinpoche;
The Last Shangri-la reigned by prophesied Wangchucks lineage;
Mighty Palden Mahakaley,the redeemer of the Dragon Power,
Sacred constitution,the holder of peace and order;
Graceful Jekhenpo,the guardian of religious theology
Ye all, the drums,the flute and the trombone bring,
Yellow and orange drangon flag spreads the peace of wings;
Gleeful fairies and deities join to crown His King,
Ere,pay I submit my sublime bow,
With words and hearts with full devout I avow
Song of mirth and serenity we sing and share to the whole beings
Oh,mighty Geser Gyelpo,on the magninoumous throne thou shines,
Showering compassion and happiness from thy heart sublime
The king of might and wise,Drukpas beacon of hope,
Who strives for the welfare of all,the real Pope
Thou espoused humanity, decency and love for all
Bhutan,the land of minute Eden we enthrall
Bhutan,the land of Gross National Happiness,
Unity leading to the Land of tranquil loveliness,
Come ye! Afar, Nightingale, sing thine song of victory;
Far and wide,the great musicians play their song of happiness admiringly
Hark! Thunder Dragon singing above,
Magnificent light sending his happiness and love,
The pristine greenery and serenity of nature sways gleefully ;
Soaring skylarks flourish the tune of peace cheerfully,
Here, the young poet,graciously inking his cordial gratitude ,
Where none can ink and pen his line in verisimilitude,
It's from his unclouded heart that speaks the truest delight
Bring the clarinet,trumpet and saxophone
Let's sing and play your triumphant
Upon thy ascendant we present our earnest acknowledgment
To honour His Gesar and his throne
With equity and tranquillity this nation will breath
Under the magninoumous reign of His King we sheath
Grandeur,thou my potent King,
Thine charismatic reign continues to gleam like endless ring
May the people be blessed forever
With our clean body,mind and speech,
We offer you the prayers.
This poem,I dedicate to the 5th King of Bhutan,coinciding with the Coronation Day of HM Khesar.
Categories:
admiringly, analogy, beautiful, blessing, celebration,
Form:
Ode
Gazing admiringly upon her mesmerizing photo; lovely
Her spellbinding in beauty's enchanting, Gypsy Queen...
Never having truly been one whom delves into pictures
That they might take flight beyound, their still frames ?
Not amid this light surely these, her hues; quiet refrain
Poetics muse; etched of charcoals splendours a canvas
She as dark flowing hair cascading deep velvet streams
Bronzed perfection pondering her heart, and silhouette
Dreams brush black their white, blue; click, in sanguine.
Categories:
admiringly, angel, beautiful, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
The lights of the city reflecting from the aqueous pitch, pavements in a kaleidoscope of colours create a melancholy ambience for the few who venture within. The city is transformed as the animated bustle of people, seemingly with purpose, abandon the streets to their suburban abodes, leaving a nugatory melting pot of the "Ill at ease" to pursue or solicit rudimentary shelter to respite their weary frames.
The man is homeless.......
To the city streets he is confined, incarcerated by their invisible partition that circumscribe his ability to breach the tenticaled alleys and lanes. For buzzing in his mind, "I'm not aloud" echoes through his sub conscience cerebrations. Involuntarily his legs move his ageless body, one foot in front of the other in timeless motion like a driverless carriage aimlessly meandering through the city thoroughfares.
He sits to repose on a lichen encrusted slab that has entreated a myriad of his ilk for generations past and assuredly for many more to traverse. For the briefest moment the fog that clouds his mind is pushed aside by a gentle puff of memory as he is transported to a place where children's laughter fills the room and a woman sitting at a dining table, her auburn hair comfortably resting on her slender shoulders as she gazes admiringly at... Then thunderclouds rush over him like a tidal wave to the sound of, "Move you filthy wino", he scurries off as the fog settles back into its occupation.
Lost within the multitude of human quiddity, like the leaves of a plane tree aquiescing to the winds dominating gusts. He is swept along the tide of life, existing but never living, obedient to every buckle and wrench, never adapting to the changing seasons, accepting feeling of cold and heat with equal passiveness. The drum of life ever beating, yet his march is incessantly out of step.
Categories:
admiringly, care, city, lonely, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Picnics at the Park
I wished that I had stopped
The hands of Mother Clock
From ticking on its tac
As time flew by steadfast.
Bye, bye my toddler sweet
Hello there little princess
New adventures you'll seek
Words small and big you'll speak.
You're so confident at three
A daredevil I could see
Climbing, jumping, hopping
In every closet, hiding.
First time I saw you biked
With training wheels unlatched
Made your Grandma so proud
Love tears bedewed her eyes.
At four you got bolder
Your bike rides went farther
Your hollers were like fireflies
Which I chased them from afar.
Though dusk had already fallen
You're still roamin' in the gloamin'
A guard brought you back alone
Told him 3324 Park St., was your home.
You loved picnics at age five
On the grass, we laid our mat
Admiringly I watched you biked
With your cool sunglasses and hat.
One day when you're past five
Moved miles away I couldn't drive
How I wished that I had stopped
Before. The tic tacs of Mother Clock!
Categories:
admiringly, emotions, grandchild, granddaughter, missing
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Mystical the old Hill standing
Over it thick mist hazing
Kids, we were at its foot playing
In a large green meadow dallying
Heedless, innocence enjoying
The Hill’s slopes utterly ignoring
In youths, up we were growing
The Hill in our eyes was swelling
The mist little by little retreating
An enthralling Hill gradually unveiling
Majestic it stood there really tempting
The pasture we were all forsaking
One day at its bottom standing
Our sires admiringly observing
The Hill’s slopes they were climbing
The top in sight yet remote looking
A desire, inside, our minds seizing
To conquer the peak an urging longing
The meadow in our hearts dying
To venture up the Hill all our wanting
Vernal, conceited the worst choice making
A steep, sharpest inclination challenging
Soon unknown hardships we were facing
Feet down the slope perilously sliding
Fingernails for a grasp breaking
A helping hand around searching
Bruises our skin covering
The price we were told for learning.
That was only the beginning
Harder moments later we were enduring
Helpless we saw our sires one by one down falling
Yet the ascent wasn’t just sadness and mourning
Dear kids in the meadow our places taking
Their sinless smiles our hearts warming
To green flowery fields for a rest inviting
Peaceful sweet- scented fields, regenerating.
Categories:
admiringly, lifegreen,
Form:
I am a soldier
Lost in time
I know not weeks ,
Years nor days
Just to fight-fight
Till the day is over
I am a soldier
Sculpted by time
Sometimes a general
Winning battles
Sometimes a coward
Running away from the battle
To save my own life
I am a soldier
The bride of death
A devil ,who is always
Trying to win me
I am a soldier
I no not what is mercy
Just rough with training
Which my master god,
Gives me
I am a soldier
The pride of my Nation
Who helps to maintain peace
Who dies to save lives
Who dies to stop tyrant's
I am a soldier
A hand made piece
Lost in the battle field
Tricked by many ,
But helped by less
I am a soldier
Wanting of pleasure
Never has a day ended
Without me groaning
For what is there
And for what is les
I am a soldier
Who has has a stone heart,
But there is love
Running in my blood to
Never have I fought to win
Never have I fought to loose,
But just to satisfy someone's pleasure
But still i am a soldier with many expectations,
For others others will I fight
This is what nature's law is: fight for others to live
Or ,fight for your self to destroy
Thus I live fighting, never have I thought,
Of making friends in the battle field ,
Where there is cry of horror every where,
No one to aid,no one to help,
I live past all hurdles,
Which my bride groom,death offers
I am a soldier
Admiring life
Which my master god, offers me
I am happy that ,I am still
Like the skum,in the pond
Not moving any where
I am a soldier, the bride of death
My bride groom,death is so marvellous
Attired in glitters and all admiringly,
Beautiful colours, calling on to me,
To end my Battle
I am a soldier fighting to live
Though death is most appealing
I live to admire,what my master,
Teaches me every day,to make me best
In life so that ,I can appear like a
Hero,a brave heart, setting an example
For other's to follow,I am a soldier
Still fighting the never ending battle with my life
Still fighting the never ending battle with my life
Categories:
admiringly, care, cute love, death,
Form:
Light Verse
All The Ghosts
Families hushing
Around crackling transistors,
Like the sound of rushing
And muffled whispers,
And all the ghosts enter
Through a heart-shaped door
Where a nervous presenter
Is announcing war.
Post cards and kit bags
Are strewn in the hall,
Their tears and nametags
Says it all,
And waving goodbye
To their husbands and sons
Are the wives who will cry
For the enemy guns.
Marching tin soldier,
Like a puppet, a toy,
Not much older
Than someone's little boy,
All the ghosts mothers
And all the ghosts wives
Dream under covers
Far from their lives.
A brave volunteer,
An unwilling conscript
Toast the same fear
In fields of conflict,
"To the bittersweet irony
Of life and death"
They breathe, admiringly,
The enemies breath.
When words left unspoken,
To our heroes, are said,
Some return broken
And some return dead,
Where a million hearts grieve
As they are laid to rest
And all the ghosts leave
Through holes in their chest.
© RJVHorton2015
Categories:
admiringly, war,
Form:
Rhyme
Cataclysmic Lovers Spirit,
Love, lover, you arrive and tame the wild spirit inside,
Set the pace, it slows to a walk to observe and feel and look and notice,
Drops of dew on a rose petal,
Pink sunsets sets, high above in a sun punched sky over a shorn green David Hockney lawn,
Cool glasses of clear perfect water quench a thirst,
And mammoth plates glass windows reflect our youthful smiles,
And our wild spirits slow to love, a simmering boil
They unfold graciously, kindly, admiringly,
And time remakes space,
Entropy changes landscapes, city-scapes, and topography
And you and me,
And the spirit’s restless,
The spirit sets a marathon at sprinters pace,
Seeking solidarity in the wilderness as the rain sets in,
Lichen covered blackened, branches and brackish water slake you now,
You arduously seek thunderous storms in stretches of cold cruel terrain,
And your spirit tumbles in long dark stretches of formidable mother Nature,
once you crashed into me, like thunder, once you pulled away from the wreckage
Stretching your spirit like a Giacometti bronze,
A spirit as Forlorn as Femme aux Bras Croisés
bereft of Joy
simple joy such as dew on a rose petal.
Categories:
admiringly, lost love, love, sad
Form:
Free verse
I sit down here…
Staring admiringly at my big belly.
Round and firm like I have never seen before.
Love resides there.
I caress it slowly…
Hoping he/she knows I’m here.
I smile thinking how blessed I am.
Love resides there.
I cringe lightly….
He/she is such a kicker.
Must think it’s a soccer field in there.
Love resides there.
I look up, close my eyes……
And hurt a little.
Knowing my little fella is being judged.
Love resides there
I hurt a lot…
Realizing my mistakes.
But knowing it cannot be reversed.
Love resides there.
My baby, my love….
I do not have a ring on my figure.
Your father is almost non-existent now.
But you are love, you reside here.
My joy, my life….
They judge us, they say you are cursed.
Born out of a union not recognized by society.
But you are love, you reside here.
My all, my sweet….
It does not matter, God has already blessed us.
He forgave me, hence you are already forgiven.
You are love, you reside under his wings.
My darling, ruva rangu…
We shall not be defined by what society thinks.
I shall not be defined by being a single parent.
You were meant to be, love resides within you.
So my baby, my blessing in disguise….
You are blessed beyond measure.
You will grow up, you will be wise.
For you are love.
Loved by me, loved by God.
Therefore my sweet, my baby.
Where you are, who you are.
Is love and love resides there.
For every woman who has ever been judged for having pre-marital babies.
Mistakes happen, we learn from them. We teach from them.
God forgives for his word says so. We repent, we become born again.
we become whole again.
© Herzel Poshiwa
Categories:
admiringly, birth, children, devotion, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Still asking why am I here?
When a place I dont have clear feelings about;
To find carelessness is the current spout;
While kindness and feelings lead to drought.
It is usual spot for those who like to flout
Blindness and deafness despite my shouts
People inner mess rock me out.
Still asking why am I here?
Values and virtues dont take the counts
Bluntly it is the matter of ruthless amounts
Whenever I call for peace in and out
It is questioned with doubt.
Still asking why am I here?
Where the inner gifts have no sounds
While the fake voices glamoured around
In masked faces straying with no bounds
They are joyfully tapping high on the ground
Admiringly picture the looks of their wounds
Their sins are proudly crowned.
And still I am here living the surround....
Categories:
admiringly, abuse, anger, anxiety, betrayal,
Form:
ABC
When I was still in the company's
rank and file,
my 'rolex perpetual' made people
smirk and smile.
They said I was a victim in a
swindler's deal,
but jewelers' swore my late gramp's
wristwatch was real.
Sold it for a fortune, now I've
become the boss.
For fun, I wear a rolex fake,
but I'm at a loss.
Why, those who taunted me they now
admiringly watch
this cheap thing on my wrist like
it's a fabulous catch!
.
Categories:
admiringly, funny
Form:
Rhyme