Best Assesses Poems
From a beggar to a banker;
life is not about what you've got.
When God assesses your value,
being wealthy won't mean a lot.
The love within your heart is all
God needs to judge you in the end.
And there's no better résumé
than a lifetime shared as a friend.
You may not be rich or famous;
but some things in life are still free.
Hope never comes with a price tag;
and there's no cost for air or sea.
There are so many priceless things;
like freedom or the setting sun.
And nothing's more precious than love;
or the joy of just having fun.
You cannot buy a warm spring breeze;
or pay a nightingale to sing.
Pity's freely given away,
and kindness doesn't cost anything.
Categories:
assesses, how i feel, inspirational,
Form:
Quatrain
COPLA 81 INVOCATION : This Bad Guy World
Bad Guys perforce ressort to prayer
They pray to augment the harm they wreak :
Should Good Guys pray
Who then assesses prayer power
Who dispenses what Bad Guys seek :
How fare the lay
All the evidence is in the genes
Just as the Earth’s in ocean cells :
Bad Guys impose
If Good Guys react by all means
Out of season all by themselves :
World’ll decompose
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
assesses, character, conflict, creation,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WRITE – IT MAY BE TRUE
It is a myth that people can be objective in their opinions.
People focus on qualities in others that they themselves have.
A kind person sees only kindness in others,
A mean person sees the meanness in others,
A kind person does not focus on the meanness of others.
This holds true for poetry fans, like me, like you:
Some SOUPER who talks about “the gritty, sharp, philosophical feel that you create”
Or who uses an expression like “ slitting the poetic wrists of a word weaver”
Is indeed such a person, such a poet.
When a speaker assesses another as “an architect of words”
Who can have you “reeling with sumptuous dialogue…applause!”
Then it seems to me that the speaker is in reality such a person.
Some guy can say “this may be brushed with light tones
But the sentiment is friggingly deep...”
And some gal may offer “bewitched am I with this exquisite expo on a bloom”,
And in both cases they are the true poet; and moreover,
If someone is kind enough to like a piece of verse and to say so,
It is an act of highly personal significance for the poet who writes,
For poets almost always write from the heart about their inner world,
Entered only by invitation to special people. The poem is the invitation:
Written so that only those who understand will respond.
Poetry is a foreign language to most people,
To whom reading it is like playing Beethoven* with mittens on,
Or drinking French wine* with a coca-cola chaser:
The true inner effect is completely absent.
Write to other poets often, for when we tell another of our admiration,
It reveals our own self in plain words.
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NOTES
*Beethoven = deaf old guy who wrote tunes.
He and I have much in common, except I don’t write tunes.
*French wine = the finest in the world – as claimed by the French.
Categories:
assesses, on writing and wordswrite,
Form:
Prose Poetry
*BEHIND THE MARRIAGE VEIL*
With deep breathe ponder I on; marriage and the veil
An institution “trademarked” for ages
And placed miraculous premium on its product;
“Two will become one”
Through the corridor of the institution I walk
Wondering, what behind the veil lies
Could it be ……….
Some things wait for the appointed time?
Anxiety fights for the knowledge
that marriage veil holds
That draws and drowns the multitude and indescribable creatures alike;
Was it a unified thinking capacity?
An ocean of thoughts lighten up a dark room
What a bright day!!!
For behind the marriage veil lies a divine glare of your persona
The character behind the veil speaks volumes
of a nation to be birthed.
The raising of the veil stirs a mixed feeling;
For it is, for better, for worse.
The radiant light of Holiness
Caused a fall in the veil
Could it be love at first sight with its uncertainty?
The uplifting of the veil to discover
Its true identity is what we know as “Second Chance”
In the midst of what to be unravelled behind the veil
Is what we call a woman.
Word of Mouth Assesses Nature. *WOMAN*
Written by: Matthew Deladem Ahafianyo
Categories:
assesses, africa, anniversary, anxiety, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
*Image of Opening by Pixabay.
"Never forget: we walk in hell, gazing at flowers." by, Kobayashi Issa
Transcendence
Into the dawn, one yearns to be normal,
A delicate breath of precious life gifts,
Self-assesses to be supernormal,
Advantageous climbing in phasing drifts,
Wonderment spontaneously fulfilled,
At every courtesy occasions shifts,
Illumination caused by the strong-willed,
The paranormal chameleon-like,
Acclimating fluctuations instilled,
Daring-do drives the zest of life to spike,
Charming lust of will justifies presence,
A spirited vigor gauge expose hike,
Purposed free will by our omnipresence,
The exalted one whom I like to share,
Engage a divine measure claimed pleasance,
Parts from creed as an unshackled Voltaire,
Summon the resolved that remain at ease,
Ancestral parlay, wing, and a prayer,
Whispers Roundtable a board of trustees,
Ancient, current, the will, channeling trance,
Fraughts, impediments, subside and appease,
Loves and losses, the eternal perchance,
Defended visions promise days advance.
2022 January 12
*1st Place*
A Strand (1068)
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 February 08
*1st Place*
This or That, Vol 9
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 January 25
Categories:
assesses, deep, power, spiritual,
Form:
Terza Rima
After work,
drinking in a matchbox bar in Shimbashi,
waiting for a sign...
The noren twitches.
A hand appears between the flaps.
An eye assesses the interior,
and is gone.
Categories:
assesses, city, culture, dark, night,
Form:
Free verse
Military boots grip the pavement,
hair in a Sarah Connor ponytail
Got her sunglasses on at midnight,
waiting patiently for the right ride
to stop
And swing open an invitation
to rest her road wary bones
From the bend of the elbow,
to the cut leather gloved hand
waving a five finger salute
With a Rambo blade strapped to the thigh
of her shredded, faded blue jeans,
she has no hesitation riding shotgun
with a human unknown
Inside her deerskin vest,
she holsters a Beretta 9-mil
Trained as a sniper ... shoot to kill
Speaking politely to the stranger,
she tersely says: “keep your hands off the merchandise,
and keep your eyes on the road
And please, don’t make me have to say it twice ...
I'm saying this once, and I'm saying it nice"
With a nod of understanding,
they both settle in for the long haul
The ten thousand raven-strand beauty
says she’s going halfway to wherever
the occupant’s destination is
She remarks with a wry smile: “tonight ain’t such a bad day to live”
The driver assesses the situation,
and glumly decides that tonight ain’t a good day to die
So the hitchhiker exits from the vehicle,
thanks the stranger for the rest and the ride
After getting a bath, a meal and a good night sleep
from the local comfort environs;
she packs her gear, it’s time to be on the move again
There’s always someplace that can use her unique skills
Heading back to the edge of the road,
with no particular place in mind to go ... just stay on the eagle fly
Wing it on the sky dive
Hitchhiker, free and windblown —
With storm cloud eyes thunder bursting,
she only focuses on which car to next parachute in
Categories:
assesses, character, dark, travel, woman,
Form:
Free verse
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Giver.
Misery to every slanderer and defamer
Who amasses wealth and assesses it regular
They think their wealth will remain with them forever
Rather they will undoubtedly be hurled into the crushing disaster
And how will you realize what’s the crushing disaster?
It’s a fire kindled by God the Punisher
That rises above the heart of the sinners
There they will be caged forever
Around them will be extended pillars.
Categories:
assesses, religionallah, allah,
Form:
Free verse
Walruses play mostly happy tunes on harpsichords but melons cannot dance in tight fitting dresses. Beats which are benign are neither breaking nor booming to a ghostly gibbon. Whose antics in trees are marvelled at by the passing geese. Carnivores eating on the banks of a river never tasting the buds. Never attempting the leaves. Wilt then. And don't go and argue with a skipping leaf. If it wants to lay down to rest then it can. It is always very busy. Construction mainly. And preparation does not arrive from thin air it takes suitable mind beams. In a circular array. Flowing forming freeing friendly frames. How it is deemed important by many. In rows. But the pork stands and assesses to ascertain what is true. And so speak the irony of owl in an old oak. No bath tub. No tube. Dancing dandelions deviantly deny digging dogs defying dogmatic dramas. Haha fortitude. Haha bean pole running. Haha mopping moos. Xxxx monosaccharide z
Categories:
assesses, animal, anti bullying, baby,
Form:
Lifts are lumps and lumps are lives. Libraries are filled with lynx. Who gather to read the polka dot books. In rows. In lines. Catalogued. Wow. Print in a paint is an iconic image. But can one play a trombone in a library? Well an elephant could! It would barge in. Take up residence and play. Toot toot toot. Booom books. Boom. And then the books would surely leave their shelves. Take off their many labels. And walk out. Free. That is escapism at it's finest. An hourly write is an hourly wisdom for a tome, an encyclopedia, and a thesaurus. But dictionaries are happier sunbathing. By the river bank. Wow. Libraries. Book dungeons. Breaking. Cars enter. Hoe a garden novel with a ten foot rake. How quite theatrical. Really it is. Entertainingly ethereal as well. But seated atop a weather vane is a large pickle. Giggling. The escaping books leap away. And freedom is relinquished to the angle of a triangle. Pythagorean theorem. Good. And assesses to ascertain whether they were so cute. Withington station bus link. Literature leaving. Haha haha haha haha and now eat a salty seahorse on a train. Xxxx authorisational. Z attempting a pocket ***
Categories:
assesses, baby, basketball, , literature,
Form:
God is my Director toward the glorious future
Against challenges that may build up or torture…
He strengthens my faith for Scripture-anchored venture
Till I become His perfect creature!
God is my Director toward spiritual radiance
Against achievements that may cause arrogance or defiance…
He reveals my humility’s sincere appearance
Till I show Him my submissiveness of complete reliance!
God is my Director toward fruitful service
Against slothfulness that may speak of disinterest or malice…
He assesses my labour’s diligence as His divine edifice
Till I exert my best effort with righteous practice!
God is my Director* toward holy living
Against hypocrisy that may bring selfish glorying or guilty cleaving…
He rebukes my hidden motives needing His reproving
Till I present well-doing sacrifices worthy of His approving!
*2Thessalonians 3:5 And the Lord direct your hearts into the love of God, and into the patient waiting for Christ.
October 2, 2018
Categories:
assesses, appreciation, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
foot in a blender
skin sliced thin, jagged
bicycle spokes spinning
how i learned to wear shoes
dad’s rottweiler-yelling
as mom assesses
claustrophobic on commode
dinner would get cold
cut into throat, nose, neck, spine*
red beets**
heel to toes ice cold
perched and prepared
by ER doc;
airtight in butcher wrap
dinner reheat —
words caught in my throat
tears freshen glass
i gulp
t’morrow’s door
slams on my son’s thumb
it hangs like a loose nail
hanging out on the commode
i scream
the children’s father assesses
my son’s sister slammed the door
...on the verge,
pindrop suspense
i warn my husband
not to blame
not to shame
i carry wisdom in my pocket
words to do no harm
carry the son, unhinged with tears
swaddle his sister with blanket
am i better than my parents?
i just have a leg up;
this time
my feet lead me, by example
10/28/2020
*reflexology reference
**embarassment
Categories:
assesses, children, emotions, hurt, parents,
Form:
Free verse
In weathered age it regresses
A weathered mind which one assesses
For there's only one
That time caresses
Only one
That time possesses.
Categories:
assesses, timetime,
Form:
What we will possess
access to all assesses
about obsesses
what we have possessed
access to what is assessed
have often abscessed
by a thing passes
ate pancakes with much molasses
now passing gasses
Docile Apostle Who Became Hostile
did know of docile
Trump won was told by apostle
We became hostel
Categories:
assesses, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Senryu
he might have been a felon, a freak, a frizzle wiper or a fraud.
we did not know him actually said speaker, young judgmental Maude.
he had a look about him that made me clutch my purse.
she assesses strangers quickly, treating people mean and worse.
he might have been an angel, a do-gooder, a friend, a partner, I say.
trying to uplift judgmental Maude’s mind a teensy tiny bit today.
he might have been sent by God to test you, to see how kind you are.
she gave me an eye-roll and talked about his eye patch and his scar.
Jesus might have had an eye patch and a scar, I told her then.
but the scar was an upside down cross, right across his chin.
is could have been a test I argue. Maybe you should have said hello.
She sniffed her disagreement saying “he was a disgustingly old fellow.”
Maude and I are not friends by accident or choice, but by proximity.
live next door to each other, but we have nothing on which we can agree.
her perspective is flat-out negative, because her ideas are so fringed.
I cannot hear her opinions long before my peace of mind is tinged.
Categories:
assesses, women,
Form:
Rhyme