Best Arks Poems
We dared meet
in clandestine disguise
behind an overlay of water
Secreted
from watchful eyes peering
amid crystalline dancing droplets
Our first kiss
concealed from lurking eyes
extracting jewels of youthful joy
Rainbow arks,
captured floating crowning’s,
appearing and captivating gems
©Debra Squyres
10/31/14
For Member Contest: “Some Form of Crystalline”
Sponsored by: Nette OnCloude
Form: Parallelogram de Crystalline created by Karan Naidu
Categories:
arks, innocence, love, romantic,
Form:
Verse
The beautiful arks flashes
While molting metal slashes
Diving deep into my flesh
I reach for a much needed breath
As poisonous fumes fill my lungs
A welders passion threw my veins it runs
So i reach down deep for i em a welder i will not retreat
I've gained my respect
Standpipe conductors wellheads 7018 i inject
Welding all day and under a full moon light
I send a prayer that lord gives me the might
Weeks months away from home
Hearing little voices only threw a phone
I promised to make a better life for y'all
I em a Texas rig welder I'm ready for any rig call
Categories:
arks, business, devotion, father, i
Form:
Waters rise, engulf the land and other ruses
we devise to block their flow, to stem the tides.
Anxious, we are left to ride the waves
on fragile barques bereft of sails.
Such flimsy arks (mere barrel staves
and baling wire) float up the sides
of great sea-risers like defiant snails
awash in slime. In time, seabrine looses
collective holds on congealed excuses
and in salt solution we dissolve.
To silver fishes we soon devolve
while worlds and stars, giants and dwarfs,
fade from mind like boats from wharfs.
And when to darker depths we dive,
will fishes miss us? Shall we survive
apart from sky, from air, from dry?
If at last we gasp and die
will crabs cavort? Can fishes cry?
Categories:
arks, allegory, angst, death, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
A NEW YEARS WISH
I sit across the room and look
At treasureres I collect
Owls, Eagles and Noahs Arks
And the cross Billy made
Also upon the shelves
My Nativity sets
The real meaning of Christmas
And what they represent
And as this time
Once more draws near
We begin to contemplate
Those we hold most dear
Two thousand nine is almost gone
Two thousand ten in sight
With prayers and hope we ask one thing
May we share peace on earth.
Cile Beer
Categories:
arks, devotion, faith, inspirational
Form:
Rhyme
Misty Blue
where are you?
I am so blue
I long for you.
Wicked dreams
drive me crazy
Open streams
dry so quickly.
Tides rise
winds demise
Arks capsize
mounds arise.
Once in a blue moon
mystical you disappear
Twice in a spoon
drops of you appear.
Your spirit
I love, calling your name
My spirit
your love, a burning flame.
What more can I tell?
hitting me so deep
Walking through the steep
under your spell.
Categories:
arks, feelings,
Form:
Ballad
World
One
And all
Blessed and kind
Nature and souls bind
Clings, remain soft but not fragile
In God's hands, no strong marbles clutches the ground ductile
No boulders can silence the caves' echoes in the Cordillera of man's gifted lands
Seas and oceans combined, grounds drifting like blind, storms and clouds may rage over sands but floods cannot capsize arks of men as God and Love prevails.
Categories:
arks, god, love, world,
Form:
Fibonacci
Fatima
F illed with teases and fun,
A rtistic in all she does.
T hinks always of what's to come,
I llustrating unique wisdom.
M arks all, when the day is done,
A n independent young woman.
Dedicated to my lovely sister Fatima...Maryam*
Categories:
arks, dedication
Form:
Acrostic
Life is an illusion
A transient phrase
of reality
Nothing is real
We’re all living in
a fantasy
People die
Friends disappear
Money goes
And some reappear
Empires vanish
And then replaced by
others
Some things are
constant
While some are
adapted by our
brothers
Good and evil
Will remain with us
Throughout our
existence on this
earthly bus
So what is the
hurry?
What is the fuss?
Everything to me
seems getting worse
Why not seek
immortality
Through the deeds
that we do
And let that flame
of eternity burn
forever in you
Life is an illusion
It will always go
away
No matter how hard
we try it will not
stay
Wealth and power
Are like chasing
after shadows
And the more money
you chase
The closer the
hangman’s gallows
Why put your hopes
in a man
He is an illusion
Why puts your hopes
in a system
It is an illusion
Put your hopes in
the Wise Maker
He is the taker
Of all that you see
And the giver
To those before you
in history
And our unborn sons
and daughters
One day you will
wake up
And realize that all
ceases to exist
All that power and
money
You could not resist
Like mirages in the
deserts
Illusions are like
oasis
My thirst for water
Disrupts my
homeostasis
And in the year AD
8700
We will still live
in an illusion
As mighty hands of
time sweeps us away
to the days of old
And the earth that
we wreck
Becomes cold
And the oceans and
the seas rise
Like a tower
Hour after hour
Hour after hour
Man’s panacea then
lies in space
For we must build
galactic arks
To save the human
race
And preserve all
species of Fiona and
fauna
Jet to the high
heavens
Where darkness falls
But we cannot escape
this illusion
As it calls
Categories:
arks, space,
Form:
Sonnet
Smell of fresh horse dung on the breeze,
Not far away, just north of here,
Keep walking on the rocky ground ,
No panic, yet no fear,
Palm island Prison, I escaped,
Swam ashore, I nearly died,
Saw the fins of noahs arks, (sharks)
Dog paddling, still so tired,
Black tracker follows me,
I see him in my mind,
Jacky sticks like glue, does he,
My tracks are pretty hard to find,
The Traps they come, at walking pace,
Tracker picks the way,
Up or down the river ,
Might cost em half a day,
Eat a few mussel clams,
found under the waters edge,
just a creeping through the water,
doubled back under a ledge,
Traps they hurry away to the west ,
follow them, I might find,
And now I’m tracking Jacky ,
I think the buggers blind,
So the Traps get tired of looking,
My track just can’t be found,
So they return to the coast,
say they think I’m drowned,
So I walked inland four hundred miles,
Went home to live in the bush,
Lived off the land, Goanna and Sheep,
In the land of the wait awhile.
lovely Crayfish that I keep,
In my home land I do sleep,
me Boomerang goes woosh,
no need for me to bloody rush,
wild duck will have me fed.
Don Johnson
Dedicated to Bill Hopkins who did just that....know as hoppy...
Categories:
arks, adventure, home, home, me,
Form:
Ballad
logical greedy
uncles unshaven, rocks and
arks terrified philanthropic cherubim blessing
logical operators, terrified detainees stones and
arks attacked
through the blessing
of cherubim
embarrassed greedy uncles
unshaven, basins and stones, cherubim terrified
bothered
embarrassed with
blessing, agglutinate greedy
uncles' rocks thorough meaning
of rock reservoirs hassling cherubim
terrified thanks to
greedy inmate physical violence, embarrassed offstage
cherubim kindly surprised
by bathos, rough arks'
empathic blessing on
physical violence, greedy uncles frightened
thereby embarrassed
frocked, cherubim's blessing on
arks and materials
bald greedy
uncles unshaven rocked with
hassling cherubim's
terrified thanks to
thorough greedy
logical drives, lodestones and
arks
the blessing of
embarrassed cherubim offering for
empathic fear, greedy logical driven
arks and
stones
cherubims' thorough blessing wasting ends of
rocks and wells
thoroughly concerned, thoroughly problematic grasping
logical blessing on arks, asking avidly rocky
sensation uncles unshaven
kept asking for bodies frightened by
embarrassed
cherubim's blessing reasonable greedy
uncles unshaven
thoroughly, cisterns and stones
greedy cherubim's frightened thereby embarrassed thereof
kindly held sensual
means
thanks to powerful flint arks
greedy blessing given, frightened
bothers embarrassed cherubim's rocked eggshells through
physical violence, embarrassed
cherubim's blessing on froufrou
Categories:
arks, allegory, allusion, creation, devotion,
Form:
Verse
Herd-mongers, schoolmarms and glorious twats
Piloting leased arks through drenched parking lots
Cadillacs cleansed of a fine week’s debris
Just in time for the polish of sanctimony
A river of swine, like the Jordan, it crosses
Over deserts of disheartened workers and bosses
The fracas of worshippers, beanied and veiled –
In the Third World, could pass for a fish market sale
There are loaves, there are nets – there’s nothing to eat
There’s so little legroom; there are beads on my seat!
There’s a mountain of missals, there’s a tower of babblers
And a nice hidden room for perpetual hagglers
There’s prime VIP seating, a great view of a tomb
Completely adjacent to the activities room
There’s most anything anyone could need or want,
So long as it comes from a baptismal font
When in walks a figure, so stiff and ordained,
You know in a moment he must be a saint
He’ll heal a few cripples, a Lazarus or two
And distribute those wafers that keep us renewed
Then we offer up thanks to some white-beard in the ether
With all of the joy of a rheumatic fever
And spill from the pews, lemmings on marble tile
And back onto the ark for brunches-du-style
‘cause the deluge has cornered-down many a mile
And sacrificed many a kind word and smile
Tolerance chiseled, evolution defiled –
Maybe let’s keep its hooks off the last decent child
Tolerance chiseled, evolution defiled –
Maybe let’s keep its hooks off the last decent child.
Categories:
arks, religion,
Form:
Verse
You shouldn't yes you should
signs signals suggestions and marks
river up confuse th' inner intellect
to gather all reason and shape arks
one must believe to follow a sect
You shouldn't Yes you should
some words dialogs screenplays; score
an leave out worlds massive deal
grant whatever is to perform for
an present something to abhor
I shouldn't Yes I should
warnings is all we get in th' mind in th' head
for us to bear an never speak or even try
is yet a harsh reality we despise
I should Yes indeed will
speak by whatever way i can
an empty all th' anger i carry
for i can an will break decay
10/14/2016
Categories:
arks, anger,
Form:
Free verse
The elements are essential to everything i know, everywhere i am, everywhere i go, oxygen hydrogen there's the deal, calcium carbon nitrogen its for real, every time i place my feet upon this earth i am aware, the elements that make it all take shape are elements i too share, for me there is no giant leap of faith no guess to make, every single cell of me is in the grass the trees the lake, stars are born live and die with massive blasts to shower space, with building blocks of life make no mistakes, on and on the circle goes, a wheel that has no break, a miracle that self perpetuates that leads to more not less, i have no need for arks or g rails and gardens lush and green,presided over by a sentient super human being, the reality of what i feel and see brings true power to my soul, that i'm apart of everything and everything's apart of the whole.
Categories:
arks, spiritual,
Form:
Oh on onlookers oversized overridden octagonal oceanographic organised octaves
A shrouded sinister sparkle said hello to a dish cloth today. But the array of plates, pans and cutlery shouted in protest for they required much manual labour to clean and manual labour is neither a manure making messy meres nor is is meandering moonlit motorways moving linking lineages. "Oh do pass one the bottle then of caper spiced spirited sauce" for to remain stoic is to symbolise a washing line beam on a radiating clothes horse. Drying not driving. Method of medial sip. And thus sauce was consumed. With a twist and a twitch from a comically positioned moustache to place in fakery. Not real you see. Rather unbecoming. And the lady's green sea skirt next to me caresses my hand in delightful tidal torques. But Torquemada would be a blind moose in a bakery or a fried frightened biscuit placed close to the fire on uneven levels. So said the party of evening ten. Which droned on and on and on and on and on. Until the misted mistletoe maid slept for three quarters of an hour then left to milk the many lines of the herds. Oh simpleton shrinkage! Hark at arks in prismatic glow style. And go to a view. Ha at no one. Z to slumber. And merely observationally at eighteen peeled plus to fourteen koalas kayaking in kitchens. 1 2 3 4 ~ -
Categories:
arks, arabic,
Form:
When we’re empty what will fill our hearts?
What can be created in this space
Where Cupid lived creating love’s sweet darts?
War has outdone Love on every chart
What race is run without the nuclear waste?
When we’re empty what will fill our hearts?
No way to grow our love has yet been thought
Even though we know of every taste
Since Eros lived creating love’s sweet darts
Love is free, we find it where we ought
We do not need to grasp to obtain grace
When we’re humble love will fill our hearts
Love cannot be measured on a chart
We see in human beings god’s new face
Cupid works creating love’s long darts
Whose the finger that my feature’s traced?
Whose the womb that bore me and embraced?
When we’re empty trust will help our hearts
The gratitude of rivers ,mountains,Arks
Categories:
arks, absence, aubade, cool, joy,
Form:
Villanelle