Best Alfa Poems
Thoughts of Infinite Light
Thru no beginning and everlasting end, the loving light shall transcend
The Angels of illumination shall defend its passionate passage to extend
From within infinitesimal space, the internal light will forgive and reface
Like a perennial parallel interface, your digital soul will eagerly embrace
For when the darkness sets in its divide the light of love shall provide
In your attempts to segregate and hide look within the light will guide
Your sins and shame shall regress as you absorb the fruitful fluoresce
For when you repent and confess the living light shall blissfully bless
Thru eternities of illuminating light His love will never leave your sight
Thru absolute abyss and fevered fright comfort in His love and erudite
In man's dominance dilemma a need for pensive penance and excreta
Look upon the Alfa & Omega the Lamb of God of infinite light the Pieta.
~~~Let there be light~~~
...dedicated to Victor Buhagiar...
April.06.2018
Easter 2018
Sponsored by: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Categories:
alfa, devotion, easter, jesus,
Form:
Rhyme
82571 lima echo alfa juliet please respond.82571 lima echo alfa juliet are you there?
This is Harry who's this? Its Tom Mansfield. Tom you realize its 11:30 P.M. Sorry we have 5 climbers missing on the north side of Mooseluck and there has been an avalanche in
that area. Yea I thought I heard it earlier. I'm on my way up to Your place now Tom do you have an extra battery pack for the lamp mine's pretty low. Yep. I have
Billy Williams with me, You have extra gear for him. Yep. I'll put the coffee on What's your ETA? 20 minutes. This is 82571 lima echo alfa juliet signing off.
I'll never understand why these Dartmouth students have to mountain climb on the coldest day of the year, in a storm. Ok snowshoes, therma wraps, lamps, goggles and a map.Waiting for what seems like Hours I hear the bronco finally.
Tom, Billy I was just going to bed when YOU called, What do we have? Four men and a women Headed up Demon's Bluff 10 a.m. this morning. A women they're usually more level headed than men. According to the Information we have they are all seasoned vets at rock climbing In the winter time?? They were suppose to be back by 4P.M. 4pm why are we just hearing about it now. Gregg Tilman was the co-ordinator of a college dance, when he didn't show up to MC the dance we got called. It gets worst the only other name we have is his girlfriend, Elizabeth Townsend. I think it's going to be a long night Tom. Absorb the heat from the wood stove finish your coffee and dress warm
To be Cont.
Categories:
alfa, adventure, natural disasters, women,
Form:
Narrative
What's important about your first impression
Beautiful eyes and warm heart, were her confessions
Would you like to introduce him to your friends, meet him again
No, he did not have wealth and complained of chest pain
Sorry to say it, but he smelled like an old Alfa Romeo from 1923
A blind date, it's too late ... she releases him free
02.10.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Categories:
alfa, farewell, rude, sorry,
Form:
Rhyme
Ford score and...Chevy
five years ago,
my Model A strapping
handsome big bro,
(who sped like one
speeding Triumph font lee, crow),
wing, & swooping Thunderbird, with
bold face observers whistling Geronimo
(Holy Jeep), this meant war
whooping Comanche
decked out as armadillo
kicking up red feathery colored dust devils
rivaling the fastest Alfa Romeo
(while choking, gagging, loo
sing russett sputum
flecked with true grit
mouthful size of Colorado)
easily mistaken for masked Zorro
speeding across rugged
terrain of Durango,
ah recall and reminisce,
and if cup ear just so
can still hear (albeit faintly),
a toy Yoda Echo
wing nsync with
Lake Woebegone prairie
home companion, the little known no
nonsense visiting drag queen racer
Noah N. Gin poe
cur face (born that way)
originally from Malibu, a beau
teaful Corvair with Corsair, now resembling
groveling growling Gremlin, in slow-mo
what with his Smashface
ugly enough to scare Apollo
the ghost of David Buick,
a poor entrepreneur, who
never did make good profit re: Coupe,
and could not Dodge nor shoo
away, the Stealth fearsome curse
of Aries nibble Viper moo
ving fast as greased lightning,
(whereby an Eagle Talon
flashed like Spitfire akin too
Austin-Healey Sprite)
full Caprice out of the
(sir really yon) blue
celestial vault outer limits, hue
mans avoided only
brave Caravan Voyager Goo Goo
Doll dared (only fools rushed in, ignoring Fiat,
where angels feared to tread), a Motley Crue
shielded with Fisker Karma (credit),
no matter last payments way overdue
sought out (with Escort
in tow) - actually two
yup, that ever elusive Holy Grail,
thus needed to Focus with much ado
about nothing, while
brows scrunched – mad as Jew
pitter by Zeus snorting like
angry red Taurus bulls - do
tee fully kicking up Tempo
like nobody's business ready
to serve their Mazda at heart,
a Legacy Sub (burr rue)
tricked up as a gnu!
Categories:
alfa, adventure, age, analogy, creation,
Form:
Personification
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Judgement Day
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: May/2016
Theirs a wave coming -
It's moving slow for now;
far beyond the horizon -
Each day it grows widely
in silence across the sea -
Looking out farther than the
eyes can see; a swell of rising
water - a Tsunami wave,
is rolling towards land.
However, nonbelievers says
that a tsunami will never touch
ground.
They say: "it's been talked
about for years; nothing has
ever happened."
Soon, this "little" uneventful wave
will become the worst catastrophe
on earth, since Noah's Ark.
It's an unstoppable force,
that keeps getting bigger -
In fact, it's larger than BIG!
It's an unexplainable Colossal
phenomenon -
that crescendos with supreme
thrust towards life on an
unexpected land -
Though the swells from it's
majestic presence, blankets
the Ocean -
still it goes unnoticed in a selfish
world of unconscious souls;
ungrateful souls, and non believers
in Christ.
Soon, this inexhaustible
cyclopean wave will make landfall -
it's waters will cover the whole
earth, and the atheists shall stand
in judgement, before the Almighty,
who’s Alfa and Omega.
On that day, their will be (literally),
no where to run.....This time, their
will be no Noah’s Ark.
Yet, some will run to the mountains -
praying for the mountains to save
them -
The mountains shall cry out:
"Where was your faith before God,
sent the "Giant Wave," to wash over
the earth?"
Sinners!
Will you be saved?
Copyright (c)., 2016 Ken Jordan
Categories:
alfa, bible, christian, faith, ,
Form:
Prose Poetry
82 degrees W.....47 degrees N
Battle sequence deltaD.A..025
universal pattern, alfa delta 2
laqunch sequence with wide
spread projection.
Categories:
alfa, america, analogy, boat, clothes,
Form:
Acrostic
O Querida, la Brote más hermosa --- Una canción para Rosario
¡Esta es para ti, señora!
Alfa eres mi brote más hermoso;
Un día, tal vez seas mi esposa más bella
Creciendo juntos en el jardín tú y yo seremos nosotros.
Rodeado de la belleza que Dios ha concedido.
Y tu eres mi
Eres mi hermosa brote
Hermoso brote, ven planta conmigo
Para que estemos
Creciendo en el jardín generosamente.
Mi amor por ti es como el brote más hermoso,
Tu cara me recuerda a las mariposas pensativas,
Juntos, somos como el vino y el aceite de oliva.
Oh cariño ,
Mi hermoso brote,
Mi brote reflexivo,
El compañero perfecto para mi alma del vino.
Las rosas son rojas, los cielos son azules,
Me gustan los amaneceres,
¡Pero no tanto como me encanta cantar contigo!
Oh cariño ,
Tus manos son como flores de gracia en un día de primavera.
Eres como la madre más devota para caminar.
Tu cara de mariposas pensativa,
Tu alma de aceite de oliva, tus manos de gracia.
Tu madre orante siendo ...
¿Cómo podría mirar a otro cuando nuestro hermoso brote de amor es tan fuerte?
Alfa eres mi brote más hermoso;
Un día, tal vez seas mi esposa más bella
Creciendo juntos en el jardín tú y yo seremos nosotros.
Rodeado de la belleza que Dios ha concedido.
Y tu eres mi
Eres mi hermosa brote
Hermoso brote, ven planta conmigo
Para que estemos
Oh cariño ,
Mi hermoso brote,
Mi brote reflexivo,
El compañero perfecto para mi alma del vino.
3/7/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
alfa, appreciation, celebrity, desire, for
Form:
Lyric
Alfa
father, brother, friend, counselor
Brother of late Gabriel, Mary, Pokedia, Salome and Elizabeth
Lover of poetry, Volleyball, and basketball
Who feels love, pain and sympathy
Who fears disappointment, disagreement and hate
Who would like to see Athens, Brazil and Palestine
Resident of Mwanza, Tanzania
Abed.
Categories:
alfa, me,
Form:
Bio
Overwhelming fear
Paralized by dread
Insecurities
Doubt abilities
Future not very safe
Darkness pervades
Can't see future
Lover leaves doubts
Balancing act
Love assures
He takes hand
Surrender
Leader
Alfa
Male
Categories:
alfa, girlfriend-boyfriend, imagination, life, mystery,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
You won't und'stand if you d'nt experience it,
My fatherland is where I cut my poetry teeth.
'Tis also the place where I had a splendid childhood,
Naija- where we cruise our tyres around the hood;
I remember days of Ten- Ten and Sendi,
Back when we were innocent and knew no Fendi,
When we would play monkey post in the rain,
And I was a midfielder whose energy ne'er drain.;
Oloje 98 was the world cup I played in,
Abdul and co of Okekere knows what Im saying.
I, a star in all games with Kume the striker,
were so lethal like the venom of a viper;
Beautiful times of watching rams fighting
At Barakat Ita-Nmo while we chill with Beske biting.
Days of when we would go hunting with my gees,
Even though we ne'er came home with a geese;
And during ramadan we built beautiful mosques,
And they were as white as the elephant's tusks.
Omo Alfa Alaaya would often be the Imam,
Deputied by Abdulmajeed and Imran;
'Was one of those who wakes the 'hood for Sahur,
Trying to be a scholar like my uncle Sheikh Sabur.
Hunting for kuluso whenever the rain falls,
Ofcourse hiding in my closet when lesson teacher calls:
Dada was gentle, Mama was strict,
And if not for that queen, Nigga would be street.
Days of when I would be dragged to ile kewu,
Just because I wanna play with Kayode and Gebu;
I had no xbox but had Mario and bomberman
And had a cute cat but not a dobberman.
A star I was, with my BMX bike,
Aint nobody riding it if I dont like;
It was a beautiful childhood afterall,
A mosaic of experiences painted on my wall.
Categories:
alfa, childhood,
Form:
Rhyme
Car car car,
Look how we've come so far,
Love the way your key started fitting in my hand,
Fiat, Alfa, Bufori, any brand
When I touch that unlock button,
The surge of thrill in me is sudden,
As I press that start stop
I recall last time, exhaust's going bang pop!
And once I get you into drive,
All you wanna do is touch 135,
While you are as safe as a Russian tank,
It's that armour plated panels we thank
I see you act like a NASCAR,
But never tired, only faster,
Then comes the night,
We go left we go right,
Blaring bass, on your maxed out JBL,
Loud enough to cast any desired spell...
After all the swashbuckle hooning,
bring you home for some more tuning.
Aah, a pair of beautiful headlights gazing at me,
When I'm with you, there's no measure of the glee.
People say I'm obsessed with you, and they would,
And if they mean bad, they barely know what's under the hood.
Icing on the cake is that playlist, drums and dholl,
Yeah man, that's how we roll.
Can she dance with me, no,
On the road she's like jackson
When dreaming about in the driving seat,
Writing this poem wasn't big a feat.
By Aaryan Yadav
Categories:
alfa, 10th grade, adventure, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
A quartet of swingers in Reno
Swapped keys as is usually so
One got the two wives
A case of the hives
The other an Alfa Romeo
Categories:
alfa, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Jesus,Bread of life for me,
signed my pardon,set me free.
He forgave me totally
and now His Grace I see.
He's my Father, He's my Savior
He's my Lord and He's my King,
He's my Healer, my Redeemer,
He's my all my everything.
He's the reason for my being
He is daily bread for me.
His hand I tightly cling to
and He's set my spirit free.
He's the Alfa and Omega,
the beginning and the end.
He is the Bread of Life to me,
and my forever friend.
Categories:
alfa, faith, life, me,
Form:
Rhyme
The Alfa Romeo sport flaunting her red
Physical chemistry of love, red-handed;
Whizzes past in frills to blow the mind
Eighteen plus a zero the speeding craze.
A Red riding hood into the city of bears
Busting forth from the red blood heart;
Teddies groan to love in crimson blush
Crush a heart here, one there to bleed:
No damn war fated so many to death;
She does it here without a single shot.
Categories:
alfa, lovered, red,
Form:
Free verse
Ford score and...Chevy
five years ago,
my Model A strapping
handsome big bro,
(who sped like one
speeding Triumph font lee, crow),
wing, & swooping Thunderbird, with
bold face observers whistling Geronimo
(Holy Jeep), this meant war
whooping Comanche
decked out as armadillo
kicking up red feathery
colored dust devils
rivaling the fastest Alfa Romeo
(while choking, gagging, loo
sing russett sputum
flecked with true grit
mouthful size of Colorado)
easily mistaken for masked Zorro
speeding across rugged
terrain of Durango,
ah recall and reminisce,
and if cup ear just so
can still hear (albeit faintly),
a toy Yoda Echo
wing nsync with
Lake Woebegone prairie
home companion, the little known no
nonsense visiting drag queen racer
Noah N. Gin poe
cur face (born that way)
originally from Malibu, a beautiful
Corvair with Corsair, now resembling
groveling growling Gremlin, in slow-mo
what with his Smashface
ugly enough to scare Apollo
the ghost of David Buick,
a poor entrepreneur, who
never did make good profit re: Coupe,
and could not Dodge nor shoo
away, the Stealth fearsome curse
of Aries nibble Viper moo
ving fast as greased lightning,
(whereby an Eagle Talon
flashed like Spitfire akin too
Austin-Healey Sprite)
full Caprice out of the
(sir really yon) blue
celestial vault outer limits, hue
mans avoided only
brave Caravan Voyager Goo Goo
Doll dared (only fools rushed in,
ignoring, and dodging Fiat,
where angels feared to tread), a Motley Crue
shielded with Fisker Karma (credit),
no matter last payments way overdue
sought out (with Escort
in tow) - actually two
yup, that ever elusive Holy Grail,
thus needed to Focus with much ado
about nothing, while
brows scrunched – mad as Jew
pitter by Zeus snorting like
angry red Taurus bulls - do
tee fully kicking up Tempo
like nobody's business ready
to serve their Mazda at heart,
a Legacy Sub (burr rue)
tricked up as a gnu
that's all Volks-wagon
bidding adieu before
I Escalade from ridiculous
to the sublime.
Categories:
alfa, absence, adventure, angel, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse