Best Amending Poems
Gold or gladiolus or golden sapphire fine;
Delighted, even if I divine light define;
If, like an orange, the details I do not peel,
Will my rhyme-lyric like an angelus-bell, peal?
Like a disciplined mother rearing her infant,
Timely sleeping, rising, nourishing comprehend;
Shaping each brick of my creation if I build,
Will my greatest works as unskilled ever get grilled?
Is my concept clear as a transparent crystal?
Does my thought target, shoot as sure as a pistol?
Do my ideas, views flow like fluent rivers?
Are my imageries as reflected as mirrors?
If I write 'pudding' when I need to write 'wedding'
When it necessitates making the amending;
If my ego, like a wall, stands strong on the way,
I'm not a poet perfect; I should get away.
As the wave-sound of the sea both feeble and rough,
As the chirping of birds are coarsely sweet enough;
As wild animals have roars, gibber, brays, and hums,
My words should vary from simple to complex-sums.
Is a writer full in him that he should not read?
Do the shores of the seas ever a limit need?
Voraciousness in keenness make my wisdom vast,
The wisest of wisdom should be my true breakfast.
11 August 2021
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08-23-17
Sometimes while teetering on the edge of despair
A wounded heart embraces a life-altering moment,
Welcomes change into the tattered life, amending
The future in ways before not readily apparent;
Taking the torn-apart soul and making it new,
Not even realizing the change until years pass.
Sometimes, never wanting to acknowledge hope
Appears near the bottom of the treacherous abyss.
Written March 19, 2021
Sealed in walls of ice
My heart locked; frozen frail,
Ragged shardsduk-taped
After a swift fall from grace
Grim view of my shackled fate
Opening my mind
In order to see clearly
Amending time lost
Moving forward yet refrained
Seeking a promising path
Lily's, daisies, rose's,
Stoping to sniff as they bloom
Staring at the stars
Burning like a tigers eyes
Meek child I am no longer
Reach for heaven
To chase inner most desires
Stroking fire within
Aspiring to heights untold
Letting inner light shine o
(I connected this to "the great flower of life" in a perspective of personal growth from a troubled child to a positive and driven young adult inspired toward achieving greater things)
Infants fill in speaking muse
in motion slacks
Children fill in leaking emotional cracks
in home and family's nurturing support
with deaf and blind lies
of eternal ever after
nursing happiness
Democratic healthiness,
free and freeing
first amending communications
grasped quickly
before autocratic adolescence
turns down our brighter sight.
As with one little light,
so with the great transitioning many
too old
to innocently fight
Wounded future children
filling in leaking communion cracks
in synergetic EarthHome
and EarthFamily's nurturing support
with monoculturally deaf
and monotheistically blind lies
of eternal ever after
nursing AnthroAutocratic happiness.
Ultimate Unrequitedness
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Before we met in the flesh
We waltzed with words on a website for dating,
A mating dance for a modern world
We clicked online and off
Profiles made for blending
Amending our previous life errors
For two forty-something's
Fortunate to find old fashioned love
Above anything they'd experienced 'til now
We found common ground
In our un-common past
At last, for two, the one.
Optimistic for our coupling
A future uncertain yet sure
His and hers' mature gift.
She died on a Thursday
Slain by an off springs hand, who emptied
The sand of her life's timer.
Our non-existent plans shattered
By a sick boys' mind
Find it hard to blame the illness, not the child.
What becomes of loves' chemistry
when one element is no more,
Torn from the noble bond.
Surviving this trauma
Does the partner left as one
Become the ultimate unrequited lover.
Dwelling on the promise
Unfulfilled, of a future
Sure to have contained joy at last.
No, the love between two
Lives in the stolen moment
Remembered in peace.
Spinning throughout this carticious cyclone and tattered by its storm?!
Standing; although within tricklings from fresh wounds yet still exposed
To be cast amid this subliminal subdivisions print and dyes, second act....
Entering stage left while exiting its right as the curtains slowly lower upon
Their intermissions enterprise; downsized, these voices that attend!?
Marquee mannequins now taking notes within their paper boats of, one side
White and another side black with a moonbeam rainbow; smiling as they
Cascade across the bright lights stage towards this rusted pot of gold....
Critique and review; plastered upon the front page of tomorrow mornings news
From a quarter and a dime unto a dollar twenty-five; overnight by those whom
Truly care; sitting upon their constitutional amendment rights and tapping
Into the heart of a society amid this hierarchy of which they serve....
Dinner and cocktails at nine beyound the blue collars dividing lines
Getting the things which you give when you get what, you do not need?!
Spinning throughout this carticious cyclone and tattered by its storm; standing
Although in pouring gashes from the slashes of still exposed within these
Carvings; aside the subliminal subdivisions cast and dyes, next act; entering
Stage right without exiting stage left and get in line as the marquee mannequins
Pass out new programs with one side wet and another side dry; red rainbows
Tapping into this critical hierarchies review; an overnights amending sensations....
Invitations to the banquet of, the handicapped in blind; these, what's and why's!?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
....“Subdivisions”
Her dried-up withering petals once shone lovely in the golden sun
growing older now in the mirror’s unforgiving reflection.
She’s lingering among the living, as if her life had just begun
though her heart has lost its resting place protection.
Gone as an expired breath in the silhouette of the blissfully dead.
Too proud to die by our side, she got the last laugh that day.
She changed her address to Heaven and abruptly fled.
Existing now in my past, no longer a reason to stay.
I try to visit her memory often, but it rains there all year round.
I send my love on deathless wings beyond billowy clouds amending.
Seized by sorrow as a bitter tear falls into my glass, soon to drown
The hurt merely turns to memories; some good, some bad, some never-ending.
The woman that I’ve become, she wouldn’t even know,
temporarily lost amid the colorless roses where she once stood.
I can still hear her infectious cackling, like a broken song
that now fills Heaven’s perpetual fais do-do.
She walks in sepia-toned earthly shadows
on the unpaved road of her southern childhood.
~Dedicated to my beautiful Cajun mom, Jennifer Ann Oliver Hubbert. Jawa Turken!
Contest: Open Poetry 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charlotte Puddifoot
Date: May 3, 2021
Love is a kiss
A prelude to the dreams we hum
A postlude of what has become
Love is a wine
Intoxicating heart and soul
Over the mind it gains control
Love is a song
A melody to remember
Forever a burning ember
Love is a light
Dispelling darkness in the night
Keeping hope of morning in sight
Love is an ointment
Soothing discomfort through the years
Healing our wounds, calming our fears
Love is a nourishment
A meal giving comfort and strength
Encouragement for the day’s length
Love is a refreshment
An oasis along the way
A cool drink at the end of day
Love is a Faith
Bearing hope in the worst of times
Always waiting to hear the chimes
Love is a Jewell
A dangling necklace of fine gold
Staying the same as it gets old
Love is a perfume
A fragrance seeking our favor
An aroma we can savor
Love is a curtain
Protecting our secrets and pride
A shadow where we can confide
Love is a banquet
An emotion to celebrate
A good reason to Decorate
Love is a banner
Appreciating our worth
Expressing our value on earth
Love is a flower
A lily growing from the pond
Beauty that expresses our bond
Love is a voice
A call to the places we roam
An invitation to come home
Love is a guardian
Protecting us from things that spoil
Watching over the fruits of our toil
Love is a rock
In whose cleft we obtain refuge
Granting us strength for battles huge
Love is a covering
A quilt hand pieced with perfection
Stitched with peace, hope, and affection
Love is a garden
A soil where our lives can take root
A fertile place producing fruit
Love is a spice
Amending the ordinary
Bringing taste to the contrary
Love is a tree
A gentle breeze providing shade
A place for the stories we’ve made
Love is a seal
A room that captures and confines
A lock that holds us and refines
Love is a comfort
A shelter from the wind and cold
A blanket when sick and old
I wonder how it whips the zephyrs that flee
In a churlish yet blissful den
Throttling though the gushing of glee
And seized a million mirth like a wee ben?
I wonder how the flowers bloom
In a precise moment of a single day
Glaring it's beauty to the groom
Whom she pleased all the way?
I wonder how a tyke titillating
In a shallow way of enjoyment
As nobody could cling
Even for just a moment?
And how I wonder to a damsel in distress
Who trapped into peril
But a knight in shinin' armour caress
Rescuing decisively with a thrill?
I feel the zippy breeze of cold December
Creeping up to my veins the sensation
Why thee to remember,
Yuletide season with applause fascination?
Aristocrat, oh my dearly!
Amending my appetite of love
Trampled my primitive sanctuary
And animate me like a dove?
My glistening eyes on you
Gnawing the fear deep within
My coy heart sough,
You're my inspiration in this domain.
Amid the abyss that divides us
With your finicky type,
And vile manner you showed
I grope but a love without gyp.
As a college student I'm old enough
To spill out one word as I vow
You build me authentically tough
Tossing the allurements that sow.
Murmur of my voice you listen!
Come to my dale words of word
In my studies you are my inspiration
The Romeo that dispense my world.
Had a Ho Hum Attitude
My friend could tell from his first glance
I had a ho hum attitude full of happenstance
After being to the point yet matter of fact
And in each poem myself I would enact.
Always true to form Terry could tell
Then from him often I would catch hell
Instead of me being a poetry derelict
Terry decided to declare an eloquent edict.
You see Terry was continually getting his fill
Of my many poems being run of the mill
So this poem to my poetry friends am sending
Knowing that you will have thoughts of amending.
My poems have rhythm like a beating drum
And various walks of life you may come from
Sometimes sending an email being scary
Electing to say my poem was extraordinary.
Been out in heat watering flowers too long
What is it with my brain which went wrong?
Even using six words with w's in same line
How it happens to be a Horn Poem of mine.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
I have seen them
strutting like cockerels on podiums
sweating like pigs in their ill-fitting suits
words bubbling out of their snake forked tongues
-democracy!- development!- unity!
I have seen them
lock themselves up in their posh grave tomblike cars,
is it to avoid the dust of the potholed roads
or the sight of poverty ridden comrades
who crawl along the streets like sprayed bedbugs
I have seen them
prancing along the corridors of power
thirsty for more, more and more
always more while their comrades get less
-Salaries – Allowances—Terms
I have seen them
preach peace but sow strife
scream democracy while muffling fundamental rights
promise development while worshiping corruption
I have seen them
torch the nation with careless words
fanning the flames of hatred amongst comrades
destroying – always destroying!
I have seen them
stamped like buffalo herds
on the foundation of the nation
till it stands on shattered and battered grounds
constitution amendments – always amending!
I have seen them
do all these and more – always more
but like a man condemned
I stand on the sidelines
watching—only watching!
Sheer Fear
Pink horizons mollifies probing eyes as clouds dissipate above
To the heavens bow gratitude where migrant birds hang glide
Venerated cosmic gods who quieted his pain then gave it love
Yet dusk arrived now this restless heart have no place to hide
A raging sea within me foresee fragmented ancient reflections
Impervious to heavenly rays of interminable mystical sunrises
Averse in utilizing rationalizations amending illogical emotions
Sheer fear appear sinister when incongruity incessantly arises
10/31/23
Aboard cruise liner:
Vision of the Seas
Help Me Jesus to Be More Like YOU!
How can I be what God wants me to be…
If I’m living in sin, and have no victory?
How can I live like God wants me to live…
If I hold on to bitterness, and don’t forgive?
How can I live as a Christian should do…
If my life, through Christ, is not renewed?
How can I keep going and pretending?
If my heart needs a spiritual amending?
How can I do it? Without Christ… I’m lost!
Help me Lord to focus on the cross!
To live is Christ... To die is to gain!
There’s an overcoming life I need to obtain!
I must serve Jesus and surrender my will!
A life of godliness must be fulfilled!
I must give him one hundred percent!
And come before him, and humbly repent!
Please take my life Jesus! And all that’s in it.
My heart and soul... I freely give it!
Jesus, I ask you to have your way in me.
I want to know you so abundantly!
Your words of truth have expressed…
Living for you, is always the BEST!
By Jim Pemberton 07/26/14
They all tell me that I love someone else
But I do not share, I keep to myself
I do not tell them, for experience
Has kept me from dealing experience
To those who could not care less about one
Who needs a person to talk about tons
Of feelings she’s bottling in, of stuff
But when she plays her cards, she has to bluff
For fear of spreading her gloom, if she spreads
It, she will have trouble finding other heads
To rest her weary mind, pessimism
Cannot lose to happy optimism
And so others avoid her, leave her gaze
They do not partake in those awful days
When she is so down, she cries at days’ end
Before she snapped threads, now too hard to mend
They all tell me that I love someone else
But I do not share, I keep to myself
I do not tell them, for experience
Has kept me from dealing experience