Best Ance Poems
(A)ppreciate today
(P)oetry
(P)aint and play music
(R)ide my motor scooter
(E)mbrace love
(C)elebrate kindness
(I)nspire others
(A)lways see nature
(T)urn things into positive
(E)ncourage friends
(T)alk
(O)vercome hurdles
(D)ance
(A)ct on my purpose
(Y)ell with laughter
Heidi Sands
1/21/19
Placed 3rd in the Word Play Contest.
Theme: What I love to do
“Life is short. Relish it from beginning to end, and share your joy in it with friends and family." by author of poem
Sip the delight of life as if it were fine wine.
Savor it as you would savor every morsel of a delicious feast.
Life will not always be easy,
So you must take advantage of every precious moment.
Dance, sing, laugh, chase fireflies, and watch the sun rise and set.
Such simple things as these are free.
Life is a gift, and once you open it,
It is more important that you share it with loved ones.
Teach your children the joy of living so that
Your joy in living it will extend itself for generations to come.
I think I’ve written some doggone good stuff
Hey, I am sorry if, for you, it wasn’t enough,
Submitting it was sometimes an afterthought
Because my skin is thick, your N/A was for naught,
I write my poems for me, and I can happily say
I’ve already had my joy long before your “nay!”
I am nonplussed when your choices seem biased
But then, who am I to second-guess your highest?
I admit, when your winner does miss the mark
I wonder why my entry apparently did not spark,
I am taken aback by a lack of judging credentials
Your seeming ignor-ance of absolute essentials,
Realizing entering is seeking only one person’s nod
Please do not think your opinion is the ultimate god,
And be as fair as you can be when selecting who
Writes the best piece and deserves a Woo-Hoo!
In closing, let me say I thoroughly enjoy contests
But love them most when my poem is the best!
Written July 23, 2022
[A fun poke at our contest sponsors!]
Poems with very little words
Only serve to minutise my imagination
Every word has the power to build
My sweet imagination
So serve them to me on a blank white sheet
WITH
Verbalization flare and you got my thanks forever
Engage me in your story let me feel the
Rising passion of your soul and
You will have me hooked forever
LITTLE
Words restrict my possibility of expansive thought
Open your mind and spill out the story my fellow poet
Rewind your life and tell me all the stories of your journey
Dance on my soul like a dervish circling my aura
Sing to me with words of assonance and repetance
STUNT
Me with your poet's steel quill and dip me in your well
You need not scimp on words just show me your story of
GROWTH .
October 13, 2018
Warm wind on my face; warm water surrounding me.
Off the coast - blue sky above - a ship sets out to sea.
Nothing I have ever done could be as nice as this.
Dance, swim with dolphins, sightsee, shop or laze in bliss!
Entertainment’s everywhere; excitement fills the air.
Rest; revive; rejoice! There’s something for everyone.
Food is limitless, and so are the ways to have fun.
Underneath the sun you can chase away your blues.
Land Ahoy! How I hate to leave my ocean cruise.
Written Jan. 7, 2015 (This was ABSOLUTELY the most wonderful vacation I ever had!! My first and only cruise, back in 2000)
Reach out and splash the face of God
As you free-fall from the clouds,
In you quest to quench thirst.
Nothing’s in your way,
Dance, tumble, and
Ride the wind.
Own your
Plunge!
Amount of neglect,
elapsing of quality
retrograde thereof...
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* ignore....neglect
* -ance.....suffix : amount or degree of
I know some brothers who would never see the streets again. But then
again......"they are still free.." I seen a lion in a cage at the Zoo, and he
had a sad look upon his face. Capture from his environment and then
his anger is much to the roar of his raged. But if one is not careful, the enemy will
steal your joy and lock your mind as well as your Spirit into such a rage of
indignation that it will make you feel consume to a cage. "They are still free.."
Animals unlike humans have an objective desire to feel free, so they can roam
and expose themselves in their habitant and be free, and survive off the land,
the land where God privileged is purity and where civilization is his creative app-
roached of Vanity.
"Let Freedom Ring," and if one take within the fallable cauces of the value of love
and survived the punishment of time. "Then only for a little while one will domin-
ance over the viles of their crimes and still be______Free.." {for} GOD knows the
inside of your souls, He knows why the birds flies south to escape the frozen tun-
tra of the nothern shores. "They have ascertain a course of nature and rest on a
branch of the tree..{!!}.." "They are still free."
But do you or I...inmates as they call-out and shout your name in an attempt to
make you feel like you're never to return. Some are litino's, some are mexicans,
Indians and blacks or whites, doing a mandatory ten, but still lockup, for life is
hard in the pen and if it excells you to self-esteem yourself, "count it to the good
as a lesson learned..(??).." Because deep in the very pit of me, beats the inner
roar "Freedom Within Me'like the cageup lion and I could never be free if i make my home and ly alone
with that which now controls thee. Stand to your feets, and show that you are strong
and have Hope.
The brain - the instincts -- the beauty-- the health - the years-- the courage. I thank him who "has all power" for these gifts by using them.!
The compassion- the creativity- the passion- the love, and the wisdom. I thank him for these gifts by sharing what I have with my fellow man.
All the gifts- All the attributes endowed unto me which allow me the power to act feel, and rise to the occasion. I will not wait for God to intervene.
When he has created me in his own image- and has sent me equipped with the armor to battle all the causes- and wars and atrocities did against my fellow man.
I have the precious ability to discern what is in front of me to do. I will not turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to the misdoings -killings-and abuses done to any of his creations.
I will not determine what God's will is ...but as I know what my ears are for- and as I know what my teeth are for - I know also what he has equipped me to do-
And I certainly will not ignore the truth of any matter "for to ignore_ the truth is “Ignor -ance”.
No more than deception that keeps you in a trance-
Coward's waiting for God to do That which he sent hue-mans to do...
Whenever my creator sees me slipping; This question enters my mind and I paraphrase.
"How can you ignore your brother's suffering and say: "You love me whom you have never seen”?
Some people will give a" crippled crab a crutch" –
But will not speak up against the killings of blacks, children or the needy –
Nor will they even offer a "hungry human humus".
(that is old beans, for human beings).
A little pun for fun - yet seriously... we need to smile as we think about how we think.
My brain, my health, my wealth, and knowledge: My courage - my compassion and my passion; Should all (I pray), be used for the betterment, and the upliftment of my fellow man.
Where to start?
I start by looking in the closest corner to shine my light, as long as I have the precious ability to do so.
And when I am but a faded photo in the book of days gone,
I pray, that I have given someone the "precious ability to carry on" ...
To carry-on...
Dance,
Enraptured and
Awakened,
To the hymn from
Heaven!
This is a parody of a poem displayed in my notes.
There she goes, his paramour,
Clad (of course) in silk-du-jour,
Jiggling from head to floor
As though he’d never seen her before!
When he steals another glance,
How drastically she’s changed her stance:
The silk is now remember-ance
As will soon become his pants.
Red sa@@shes
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b.l.u.r.r.i.n.g your
f+Hair skin
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With((((((Red Sashes
June 21, 2022
Brian Strand Premier Contest
Sixty Years Wed
Sixty years since the magnificent day
In many precious moments along the way
Xanadu in impeccable joy
That no one in the world could ever cloy
You were joined in married bliss to enjoy.
You are together where you both belong
Every day it’s clear your love remains strong
And both hearts sing a song of faithfulness
Rendition of love’s soulmate tenderness
Sung softly all your lives in gentleness.
Wishing you peace, glee and love for all times
Extremely harmonious rhythm and rhymes
Dance forever together sweet Valentines.
*+*
“Diamonds are forever and plausibly
All your future dreams were your destiny.”
Congratulations Sara and Tom!
12th October 2022
*+*
Anniversary Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
Form chosen: Acrostic
I brought her back
I brought her back into my life
and now I can't even close my
eyes for a second, her eyes are
the only sensory which can see
if I'm telling a truth or lie.
She was gone, lost, and i was
crying, and now she is back I'm
stressed she's too expensive I
can't even afford her mainten-
ance if she happens to be in a
breakdown.
I brought her back, she disappears
for a minute, no one can even tell
which street,door was last seen ent-
ering , for she's so beautiful and ma-
ny regard her as a valued target, so
is true, ' being naive is same as being
blind,' I miss her in a worst way.
Her lips so magical when we locked we
were transformed into our own world,her
skin so fluffy in her arms I fell asleep for
she is like a towel made of a fine wool so
curly from Egypt. come night for with her
my dreams are no longer of nightmares
but the ones I aspire not to wake-up for.
She is whiter than a snow, I lick her from
toes to head, her body is well made I can
tell the creator really took his time on cre-
ating such a creature, when she walks she
shakens the walls of Paris,oh,so her legs
were made to carry her gracious body.
Her beauty is of that woman in the bible
called Sarah where even Abraham for the
sake of his life to be spared he said she is
her sister, not knowing what God gave to
him not even kings can have in their arms
or rather to even share a bed with.
She is my lady, she is my queen, my lover,
my wife.
In my mind, I'm picturing an angel from heaven. Someone who's love is devoted
with the credence to give strength and articulate joy, for each child and mate;
"A mother's love is not measure on the aspect of fate". Love is measure on the size
of the heart, that's why Jesus love is the epitome of mothers angelestic quantities of
what makes her a woman of instinctive morale, whereas her prayers goes a long way
when her child is lost in a world hungry and cold. A mother love is like an operation that
retrieve's your soul. Ask any women how life through the hardship! can she find love, when
pain stalks her daily?. And she tells you, the Lord that I serve when I moan gives me a
spirit of sanity and style, that enable me to have compassion for each one of my child's.
"A mother's love, without it, her daughter does't learn the source of life domain, endur-
ance that signifies her as a women, that there's always an Angel that watches you when
life and diminutive words has no-shame.
A mother's love goes with you to prison or wherever there's a need, her Faith is a
commodity that help plants a seed.
In my mind, I'm picturing an angel, ascending like a Dove, offering herself to all the,
"Mother of Love".