Best Assumes Poems
to all who know and love,
and who may not know at all,
i have told tales of adoring loss
and romance utterly grand-
building walls with broken sills,
falling apart at the seams to well,
not knowing which path to choose
but
brilliantly radiating verses that
weigh heavily upon hearts
so i go toward the light that found me;
bright and anew i am glowing in grace-
gifts of love and hope i bestow,
with gratitude i extend my heart
though the threshold to peace
has yet to be shown…
i know i have grown
i accept where i’ve been,
showering others with my
metaphorical muse-
embracing poetry without fear;
leaving behind friendly notions
so that i can become the
woman i've always longed to
be-
creative in my heart,
talented in my essence,
and
giving to those deserving
my utmost kindness-
i sing my lullaby today and fly away
farewell my beautiful being,
i am too far away to express what i feel
~for goodbyes are all too real~
some say i am becoming,
beautiful and unique-
melancholy in my technique,
loving to all who seek…
MY SOUL
few know my name,
even fewer embrace my quill-
but
one day i shall shine like the
stardust falling onto my barren feet
(the feet that once carried me home)
i shall no longer take the deceit,
nor allow Judas to defeat…
ME
i am strength intensified-
a push assumes its weakness
is part of my fate,
but
there’s no regret in the magic
I DID CREATE
for my time has given me
much pleasure-
i hand out thanksgivings to
all who were kind to…
ME
i may fly back once and awhile,
to embrace amazing tales told,
see companions of old-
write verses of hope and pain;
making my heart smile,
adoring each style-
but for now i must abstain
wish upon my star,
from afar,
and all will be revealed in time-
for nothing does compare to the
rhythm of my rhyme
farewell my beautiful being,
may you touch what i leave behind-
take my verses and wear my hope
that tomorrow shall be better for…
you
and
ME
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
3.2.20
Categories:
assumes, appreciation, goodbye, happiness, inspiration,
Form:
Verse
When I look up at the pristine Colorado sky,
And see flocks of Canadian geese on the fly,
And watch squirrels hide their winter's fare in a secret cache,
Then I know that once again a glorious autumn is on the way!
When the harvest moon graces the sky with its lustrous glow,
And at dawn I see Pikes Peak gleamin' with a dustin' of snow,
And view the golden leaves of aspen trees upon the distant brae,
Then I know that once again a glorious autumn is on the way!
When the old ash tree on my lawn assumes its robe of amber,
Anon, strewin' the lawn with fallin' leaves t'wards late September,
And see golden punkins with a tad of frost at dawnin' of the day,
Then I know that once again a glorious autumn is on the way!
When the nights are cool and I need an extra blanket on the bed,
And note that the robins and all their friends to the south have fled,
And when I see anxious farmers harvestin' taters, corn and hay,
Then I know that once again a glorious autumn is on the way!
When apples are ripe for pickin' (after the worms have had their share),
And I've stored the lawn mower and at last can enjoy my rockin' chair,
And I sense that Old Sol is risin' later and settin' earlier every day,
Then I know that once again a glorious autumn is on the way!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Categories:
assumes, autumn,
Form:
Rhyme
As winter's icy talons release their grip,
Leaving behind a landscape barren brown,
Spring waltzes in and proceeds to strip,
Winter of her tattered, lifeless gown,
Replacing it with green and floral crown.
Golden sunlight thaws the frigid earth,
Flora of a thousand kind burst into bloom.
Nature comes alive in glorious rebirth,
Extinguishing winter's boorish gloom,
And infusing the air with sweet perfume.
Butterflies take flight from their cocoons,
Spreading wings of red, blue and gold.
Warbling birds let loose a merry tune,
While building nests, their eggs to hold.
How marvelous to watch new life unfold!
What joy it is to be alive,
To feel spring's sunshine on your face,
To live, to love, to dream, to thrive,
As spring assumes her proper place,
Wrapping us in her warm embrace.
Categories:
assumes, bird, butterfly, spring,
Form:
Quintain (English)
I’m tired of trying to tame her
Of needing to blame her
Of trying to keep her colors
Locked within the lines
The sad confines
Of this life
She is there
Always pushing my limits
She’s there
The real woman that I am
The real me
Wild and free
Untamed
Uncontained
Unafraid
Wanting to BE…
To tempt and tease
To possess and please
A beauty flaunter
A good girl taunter
She’s there
She has the walk
She has the talk
She has the eyes to beguile
She has that wicked smile
And yet I keep her locked away
I keep her every need at bay
She’s in disguise
From prying eyes
Dormant, she lies
She cries
Misjudged and misunderstood
Ashamed of sensual womanhood
Veiled in culture's restrictive norms
She abides in her roles, the forms
Hidden away
Made to play
The domestic game
Tame
Tame
Ashamed
Of the fires within
Made to believe… it’s a S I N
To give in and to taste
T’would be unchaste…unchaste
And so passion consumes
And the whole world assumes
She’s docile and demure
But this I know for sure
She lies in wait
To satiate
Her desire
With wanton fire
She waits…
And so she lives a secret life
Her mind in turmoil and in strife
And I, and I???
I cry
I cry
Her every fantasy…deny
And I comply
To every single man made rule
And force her to be some silly fool
And I lie
I try
To forget
I’m made to fly
I wear the smile
But it’s not worthwhile
My mind unstable
For I’m not able
To set her free
To be
To be
Oh, can’t you see?
The hidden woman
Is me
Is ME!!!!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
assumes, how i feel, identity,
Form:
The blood and lapis daylight sets
in ether. How the mind resets
brutality of winter chill
with February's codicil;
what gossamer a dream begets.
I hear the crickets in the dark,
their clicking takes up where the lark
has been. The flagrant marigolds
have huddled into twilight's folds,
on sanguine nightfall to embark.
The eastern zephyrs fall and rise
with rapid movement of my eyes
and echo whispers midnight makes
of blood white trails on moonlit lakes.
In silhouette I recognize
a dogwood, though can only sense
its glowing coral consequence.
The blossoms tell me they comprise
sweet spawn of sun rays in disguise
and capture all my heartbeats hence.
Now honeysuckle is entwined
on crisscrossed pathways of my mind
with jasmine in a potpourri
to conjure shamrock reverie
that leaves the pewter scape behind.
Around the lambent dogwood tree
alone upon that verdant lea
buds can prosper, bees will hum.
As though seduced by opium
I greet a vista I can't see,
at least not quite. I know it's there
and feel the dogwood everywhere,
behind me, flanking left and right,
an omnipresence in the night,
like answers to unconscious prayer.
Now high upon a clovered scarp
the tree is standing clear and sharp.
In silence I see restless blooms
play music that my ear assumes
is chiming dulcet as a harp.
Such Efflorescent star bursts splay
like windmills on a gusty day
that in ebullience do portend
a vibrance that will never end
and all my reticence allay.
In waking to a winter storm
that's February's gelid norm
I long still for my fulgid tree,
resplendence that surrounded me,
but only meet a turbid swarm.
I rise and pull back hermit drapes
to see the torrid flurries traipse,
yet through the chaos can discern
the leafless frame for which I yearn
beyond the window storming scrapes.
The dogwood stands just as before
unclad upon the icy moor
with nascent berries undeterred
as though through humble verse and word
like daylight through an unclosed door.
2/23/18
Strength Thru Adversity
Gregory R. Barden
Categories:
assumes, dream, imagery, nature, tree,
Form:
Quintilla
I can’t sing
I mean I can’t sing
I’ll leave the singing to Walt.
But I assume, as he assumes, as you assume, as all assume,
I love like you, love like him, love like the Lord above,
What is there? Singing? Why can’t I sing too?
Every cell and feeling that exudes from me,
Leaves an impression that I’m proud for all to see.
Every smile and gesture makes me a man,
It doesn’t always fit into my plan,
But I think the trepidation is waning,
The insecurity finally is straining.
All this time I’ve wanted to sing,
But it’s always been my failing.
I can’t sing
I mean I can’t sing
No that’s not true.
Something is different.
I no longer assume, I assure.
I don’t wander, I wonder.
I can’t fear, I fight.
I don’t love, I love YOU.
I haven’t sung because of others.
But these others are sisters and brothers.
Sometimes my voice might crack,
The beauty I may lack.
But YOU have opened my mind,
All this time I’ve been behind.
YOU have opened my eyes.
I’ve seen the pretty skies.
YOU have opened my heart,
And I’m ready to start.
YOU have opened my lung,
And I’ll be heard, and sung.
Categories:
assumes, beauty, how i feel,
Form:
Narrative
On egg shells she walks
Hoping one will not break
For the head games will start
She does not want to partake
He jumps to wrong conclusions
That are farthest from the truth
He always assumes the worst
She needs rational, not uncouth
She's fighting a losing battle
For he never sees her point
She can't head off the fight
Does he enjoy being out of joint
She wants to walk on solid ground
To no longer fear the cracks
She deserves to live happily
Not worrying about his attacks
Finding the courage to walk away
When the heart wants to remain
If only he could change his ways
Love her without causing any pain
She would more than gladly stay
Embrace living happily ever after
But as important as true love is
Equally vital is trust and laughter
06/09/2013
Categories:
assumes, pain, relationship,
Form:
Quatrain
~ some people find life unmerciful to live
- balloons are not square ~ Quote by poet
When the false grin of darkness assumes victory
Can feel the moist fog creeping in
heavy clouds beg for mercy
a soul's unread imagination of
the organ's graceful murmur
My burdens rushing through
the wireless network
Yearning for the heart to yield
The climax is pure contrast
softness against hardness
Repentance and forgiveness
I don't need aged hymns
under the high vault at my funeral
my voice is dead
All I ask for;
three dazzling white Madonna lilies
on my black coffin
... once I looked at the stars
16.02.2023
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Poetry Contest
Writing Challenge -F Words
Sponsored by: Constance La France
1st place in the contest
Categories:
assumes, dark, death, fantasy, farewell,
Form:
Free verse
I can’t breathe,
variety is a spice at risk of facing the ban
the neck is pressed by the knee to show the superior one
yet our organs are complete and we bare the same name-Dan.
I can’t breathe,
I’m forced to marry vices as their notorious wife
two meters around me, there should always be a knife
because the sun is white, but I give colour to life.
I can’t breathe,
even in beauty, a mate sees me as bad art
he smells the rose and subjects me to inhale his fart
positioning my image to play his wild dart.
I can’t breathe,
in a bus for all, I’m avoided like decayed meat
I grab a space and pollute the nearest empty seat
eyes staring at me from souls ready to beat.
We can’t breathe,
can anything good come out of the club of peasants?
the best we can get is the glory of an assistant
the intent to always deny us our goal is blatant.
We can’t breathe,
they block the fantasies to show just poverty
their trade assumes, we are still their property
b’cos what is less than a centimeter gives them sovereignty.
We can’t breathe,
if they continue to steal this power.
We can’t breathe,
if they continue to keep us lower.
I can’t breathe
I just can’t breathe,
please let me breathe
b’cos I still can’t breathe.
For the poetry contest “I can’t breathe”
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux,
Published on the 8th of June. 2020.
Placement: 2nd Position [14th. June. 2020]
Categories:
assumes, bullying, discrimination, history, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
The pain goes deep
But is invisible
To all who see
No one knows
The suffering
And hurt it causes
So much anguish
Frustration and upset
But our face hides
The truth inside
Everyone assumes
All is okay
So you just
Keep it concealed
Allowing others to notice
We are suffering
Is surely a weakness
That shouldn’t
Be shown
Smile sweetly
Whilst you crumble
Slowly plummeting
From the torment
Despair and sorrow
Then beyond all hope
Someone takes your hand
Categories:
assumes, anger, emotions, feelings, hurt,
Form:
Free verse
Our world be amiss, is without love’s kiss
love’s way is narrow, hard for mind to find
sacred heart is bliss, has narrow’s love’s kiss
pray the world will awake, from the mind’s fake…
Love is absolute, the mind gives not a toot
says let us prop it up, lets us lust sup
authoritatively assumes love’s loom
like a night Loon whistling it’s gooney tune…
You say what’s the answer to world’s problem
it is caused by concepts of mind’s cobbling
ever you listen, when love offers kissing
am I brother’s keeper, precept deeper…
Concepts assuming love precept’s power
this be world’s problem, `tis the mind’s goblin.
Life system is love, must come from above
and by the sacred heart, love must depart…
Precept is absolute, `tis mind’s keeper
keeper of imaginations weaker!
Where shall it end, at precept love’s begin!
Many be of the world, death’s reverse swirl…
Mind’s concepts bestow the worldly logic
sacred hearts bestow Spirit love’s logic
when mind assumes paranormal project
mind still tries to use it’s worldly logic…
First connect the mind to the heart, then start
paranormal armor, your love’s karma
love the absolute, mind is a lust coot
cares not for moral, loves strife of quarrels…
My answer to world’s problem is simple
concepts have become festering pimples
are separate and apart from love’s kind
mind’s problems of love would align in time…
Keep our concepts, all those devils in line
or our concept devils will forever whine
accusing our brothers of sins intertwine
brothers are fine, it’s our concepts that’s lyin…
God bless our darling hearts and inept minds
let us search within reigns of sacred hearts
bringing the two together, birds of feather
let precept love reign, twill end concept’s pain!!
Categories:
assumes, sympathyworld, love, lust,
Form:
Didactic
Sometimes he feels like a museum on
a Monday - empty, desolate, withdrawn
from the celestial library where not
yet written prose and poetry are stored.
A sleep-deprived, he walks around the rooms,
he curses rhymes and rhythms, he assumes
a pledge to give it up, to live a life
a mere human lives - to have a wife,
to find a paying job, to meet with friends,
to be a fan of “Liverpool”* that tends
to take last place this season, to get old,
to pay off mortgages, to die from cold
but not insomnia…
As someone said,
nothing is fuller than an empty head.
*England's football club
11/14/2019
Favourite Poem From November 2019 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Categories:
assumes, poetry,
Form:
Sonnet
Swaths of purple ripple, breeze blown,
down the hillside to the water's edge
as the early morning sunlight splatters
her span with scattered diamonds.
Majestic, as old as the granite outcrops
surrounding her, she shimmers,
'til the weather takes a downturn.
Afternoon thunder and heavy gusts
whip her to a frenzy, as the mountain
goats and hikers hurry to take shelter,
her complexion now grim and forbidding.
The storms disintegrate, the evening sky
turns red and gold, and peace resumes its reign.
This princess, both petulant and calm,
assumes a sheen like polished glass,
a stillness, a silence, in absolute darkness,
just waiting for sunrise to sparkle again.
Categories:
assumes, nature,
Form:
Verse
People surround me but inside I stand in solitude.
I have slowly become victim to the sickness parade
giving it way to ravage my passion and spirit.
Despair clutches my soul tightly in her hand creating a continuum of
anguish and relentless torture. My vices allow her to slumber,
but soon she wakes refreshed with the energy of a young fawn on an
early spring day. Once again, she assumes her post. The cycle never
ceases. The pain once seized by her tight grip has, over time,
grown numb being replaced by a disturbing sensation of awareness.
A constant reminder that she is always there. She has become my
companion and threatens the idea of giving my attention to another.
Invitation and chance tap on the door and as they enter they are
slowly devoured by the tainted blood that dwells here.
Some make their way out with haste, dripping in crimson through
the carnage that she will never let heal. The less fortunate find
themselves on a longer journey, traversing a path abundant with
fractures and fissures that inhabit what was once solid ground.
Initially, excitement ensues as the path is an adventurous challenge,
but in the end, they too will eventually find exodus as reality reveals
the once fertile ground is now too hard to penetrate.
They are spat out and taken away like flowing rivers emptying into
the sea, never to return.
Categories:
assumes, conflict, deep, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
The world's ugliest dog contest
has picked a monstrosity.
And it assumes its fiendish place,
as a gross curiosity.
It looks like a Chupacabra,
a vampire alien creature.
One look and people shy away,
beauty is not its best feature.
Guilt-free inter-breeders sponsor
a biological freak show.
And this dog’s crowned the ugliest,
in some sordid doggy sideshow.
On the outside, it's hideous,
resembling a weird out monster.
And yet, inside, it's still a dog,
wagging its tail when it greets you.
Forget its repugnant looks,
it only wants to lick your hand.
And from that soft spot in your heart,
please, let him know you understand.
(Quatrain)
April 27, 2018
Categories:
assumes, animal, beauty, dog, emotions,
Form:
Quatrain