Best Assigns Poems
Love begins with joy,
sidestepping thought ploy,
sharing and caring,
with all souls pairing.
Love is not a trade,
nor assigns a grade;
it's a warm embrace,
akin to God's grace.
Bliss bubbles passion
is love's compassion,
holding each soul near;
all to our heart dear.
When true love's seeded,
no echo's needed,
for the flame burns on,
each breath a new dawn.
Like the pristine dew,
each love hue is new,
magic on display,
making earth life play.
Fires of love let's stoke
in heart to invoke,
bliss fragrance sublime,
to heavenward climb.
21-August-2022
HMS, Rhymezone
The Meaning of Love Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Categories:
assigns, joy, love,
Form:
Jueju
Because you’re a poet, that’s why
Behind the thick crimson and gold thread curtains
he stands listening to the din of the audience
searching their seats for popcorn crumbs
while roaming hands brush against the legs
of those sitting closest
The young girls get the winks
and free drinks as the old men
vie for position, straightening their hair
and flashing thick wallets
from stretched out back pockets
He peeks through the slit in the
fancy brocade drapes to find a full house,
everyone is here, the self imposed mayor
wearing a handmade campaign button
shakes hands and seeks signatures
Mrs. Broadmore assigns seats in her row
as the little people gather around, telling her
how beautiful she is while hoping for a glimpse
of the diamond crusted gin filled flask she keeps
tucked away in her left garter
The lights dim as the depressed sulk to their seats in the balcony,
broken hearts fill the back rows closest to the bar,
cheerleaders in pink lipstick and short skirts, the football team
all stoned out of their minds and the debate club collect in the center
while the pretty people, the wealthy pose in the front rows
He gets the signal as the curtain slowly lifts
to the ceiling on well oiled pulleys
There is not a sound as he makes his way
to the microphone at center stage, dead silence
but he reads his poem anyway
It is obvious he is no Leonard Cohen
but he does his best as he recites the verses
he has penned especially for this evening
Upon finishing he stares out as two people
clap their approval and the others whisper and look away
His shoulders drop as he leaves the stage,
head hung low, crumbling the paper he had read from
and tossing it in the trash as he wonders aloud, “Why, why do I do it?”
A janitor sweeping near the exit door hears him
and shaking his head replies, “Because you’re a poet, that’s why”
I reposted this poem because……..I like this one. : )
Categories:
assigns, poetry,
Form:
Epic
Where is the secret of the rainbow?
At the edge of one's own life?
Whence does it come, with those lovely pastel colours?
Is it a heavenly art or a mere human illusion?
Some form of an ancient creative masterpiece?
Perhaps expressionism was reassessed?
The spiritual in natural art is oft-forgotten
in musty mists, where the soul engages
in confrontations with the deadly reaper.
The appalling midst of winter intensifies in the freeze,
and the psychology of death deepens,
for we are too much attached to worldly cares.
Characteristic emotions in cowardly conflicts.
One can say so very few words about
the astute business of a measured life,
like autumn's falling bronzed leaves,
its face value is not easily perceived;
for dead leaves turn into compost,
no peaceful transition true, but a must
that leads and helps life's renewal in spring.
Forget the troubled dream of dreary life,
let the seasons daub their watercolours bold and free,
the rainbow assigns a variety of mellow hues,
chooses always the brightest.
For the secret of the rainbow
a symbol of new hope lies in its Creator.
Categories:
assigns, rainbow,
Form:
Free verse
Soulful secrets and sorrowful sighs,
silently stoke smoldering embers
of inspiration into full flame.
A murmuration of fledgling words
rise on poetic wings; to digest
the very essence of the moment.
And as they morph into metaphors,
hyperbole and prose, they inject
order into rows of rambling lines.
Thoughts ricochet off of each other,
often landing in a jumbled heap;
until your muse assigns them a place.
Committing rhythm and rhyme to paper
the semblance of a poem takes shape;
adding flesh and sinew to bare bones.
And ink flows in and out of chaos;
salvaging verses before they drown
within the backwaters of my mind.
Categories:
assigns, imagery, metaphor, poetry, write,
Form:
Blank verse
King
The Lion, as the King of Beasts, is known:
yet, not the strongest species on his own,
and not the largest beast to stand alone;
but still, he sits upon his self-made throne.
For sure, his stately attitude enshrines
the full respect that leadership designs.
With cocky gait, full mane, he fast assigns...
each creature, large or small, conforms...resigns.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Free Verse or Rhyme - 8 Lines Max
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 05/04/2019
Categories:
assigns, animal, world,
Form:
Rhyme
Vibrant blissful presence, empathetic
Eager to serve whoever comes his way
Pure hollowed out form, always ecstatic
To the rhythm divine, in stillness sways
Spontaneous love bewilders ego
Throb of bliss brooks no thought interference
Flowing in gentleness sweet and mellow
Bubbling with joyous childlike innocence
As a humble conduit of the divine
Ceasing grasping, shifting to connecting
Content with benedictions God assigns
Aglow in bliss self-illuminating
His earth life unfolds in as is ordained
Persona nonchalant, pure and unstained
20-March-2021
Categories:
assigns, spiritual,
Form:
Sonnet
Early morning, donning cloak of anonymity
Magnetised palms draw in healing light divine
Manifesting therein a detached desire in serenity
As but an energy conduit, Gods touch alone divinity
Our action being simply to loving intent so align
Early morning, donning cloak of anonymity
Flower radiating fragrance in continuity
Releasing into void pheromone as He assigns
Manifesting therein a detached desire in serenity
Love an innate pull, a yearning, not mere call of duty
Our outpouring ceaseless without any deadline
Early morning, donning cloak of anonymity
Head and heart melded in singularity
Bliss mist elixir that no power may confine
Manifesting therein a detached desire in serenity
The visible universe manifested by hearts creativity
We as interface magnetised healing pulse refine
Early morning, donning cloak of anonymity
Recognising ego doership cause of fatality
We are a mirror as Gods radiance does shine
Manifesting therein a detached desire in serenity
Devoid of fears or earthy desires or doubts of self-pity
Essence of presence relies upon powers benign
Early morning, donning cloak of anonymity
Purity of heart causation birthing reality
We murmur prayer, then in surrender, recline
Manifesting therein a detached desire in serenity
Oh hermit! Seek not from dreams certainty
Outcomes as may be any, with the divine entwine
Early morning, donning cloak of anonymity
Manifesting therein a detached desire in serenity
14-April-2021
Categories:
assigns, love, spiritual,
Form:
Villanelle
It isn’t the toil
but drive,
that wears down a man.
Abilities and choices
are infinite,
but where is time
when duties are many.
Man is a slave
to his freedom of choice.
Unable to commit
freedom masters him,
assigns the lot,
prescribes course of action
and makes his fate.
All men are free,
but they put on shackles themselves
and cry out against tyranny.
Defeating own self
man invents demons and evil
to sacrifice a goat that hasn’t escaped.
Restless pursuit of freedom
tires a man down into slavery.
Freedom becomes a dream
men awake cannot see.
Categories:
assigns, freedom, slavery,
Form:
Free verse
SPIDERS
watch your step
when the widow comes along
she with a reddish hour glass
if you’re bit
time could run out
at furthest limits
of what god assigns infinity
his patient spider
is star-spinning
star-spinning away
Dave Austin
Categories:
assigns, nature,
Form:
Tanka
Fate makes a date with strange decrees;
Appoints and hurls each man a path;
Moves each estate just as surely;
Indwells and swirls all living stuff;
Lines each to each as kin and kind;
Yet moulds our tribe with common needs;
Tricks us to reach for peace of mind;
Implants a pride that each might seed;
Exults the pulse of plain good choice.
Sells each a style with curious feel;
Hides wild impulse in feisty poise;
Endows odd wiles that seek to heal;
Assigns appeal in paradox:
Listens as will lives in-the-box.
Leon Enriquez
06 July 2014
Singapore
Categories:
assigns, family,
Form:
Sonnet
Mind maze moves mime
Ask apt align
Charm cocoons chimes
Live lovely lift
Address appease
Attend adrift
Meet mystic mess
Zeal zone zooms zest
Etch each express
Take time to tell
Signs speak sure sell
Faith funds foretell
Loss loiters lines
Appeal assigns
Echoes entwine
Thrill tensile toss
Movement minds moss
Lift lousy loss
Odd one only
Niche noise naughty
Ends etch easy
Kind keeper's kin
Indulge ink inn
Nib nimble nymph
Last lazy lurch
Upward use urge
View vision's verge
Nurture new nay
Opt odd okay
Wise winning ways
Leon Enriquez
30 January 2015
Singapore
Categories:
assigns, blessing,
Form:
Alliteration
Expiration Date
Written: by Tom Wright
4/4/2016
Jimmy’s expiration date was 4-4-2016 at 2:15 PM
At inception God assigns each, an expiration date,
Some dates seem premature, some linger until late.
Man does all he can to prolong this time on earth,
But we all start expiring at our moment of birth.
Our lives are incremental slightly like a yearly season,
And things found strange to us, God has His reason.
Many float through life thinking of earth bound days,
Enjoying the good times, soaking up the warm rays.
While never seeming conscious of a date stamped by name,
Some are content with simple living, others, fortune or fame;
But the speed bumps of life are placed before us to capture,
Our thoughts from the present, to a soon, coming rapture.
Many give God little thought until dumbstruck from fear,
Sensing that clock is ticking and expiration date draws near.
So live life in the moment with whatever cross you bear,
Praying for God’s easy path ascending from here, to there;
I believe many close calls in life may have been times
When God was resetting our expiration date?
Tom
Categories:
assigns, death,
Form:
Couplet
Pray profound play
Loiter lame lines
Amuse align
Note noisy nay
PowerPoint preach
Loose lumpy leach
Ambient advice
Naughty notes nice
Picture poise please
Linger live liease
Aid acts appease
Nude norms notice
Piquant play plots
Looks launder lots
Apt apricot
Now nimble not
Pay proven piece
Lasting live lease
Action assigns
New notions nine
Peace plunders poise
Learn loving list
Apt alms assist
Nice naked noise
Pry proper plum
Leave lovely lump
Appoint apt aim
Notice nice name
Protest paves pour
Leave lazy lore
All acts allow
Never nice now
Prime plays proper
Loose lips lower
Amaze answer
Noose now never
Purpose plots plan
Looks leapfrogs land
Aptly attract
Nexus notes next
Leon Enriquez
22 Apr 2014
Singapore
Categories:
assigns, analogy, desire,
Form:
Alliteration
Where is the secret of the rainbow?
At the edge of one's own life?
Whence does it come, with those lovely pastel colours?
Is it a heavenly art or a mere human illusion?
Some form of an ancient creative masterpiece?
Perhaps expressionism was reassessed?
The spiritual in natural art is oft-forgotten
in musty mists, where the soul engages
in confrontations with the deadly reaper.
The appalling midst of winter intensifies in the freeze,
and the psychology of death deepens,
for we are too much attached to worldly cares.
Characteristic emotions in cowardly conflicts.
One can say so very few words about
the astute business of a measured life,
like autumn's falling bronzed leaves,
its face value is not easily perceived.
For dead leaves turn into compost,
no peaceful transition true, but a must
that leads and helps life's renewal in spring.
Forget the troubled dream of dreary life,
let the seasons daub their watercolours bold and free,
the rainbow assigns a variety of mellow hues,
chooses always the brightest.
For the secret of the rainbow
a symbol of new hope lies in its Creator.
Placed First
Categories:
assigns, rainbow,
Form:
Free verse
Every flower and leaf
Has its own design
God even in nature
Individuality assigns
Categories:
assigns, life, nature,
Form:
Verse