Best At One Poems
Sunday roast
A meal I loved
for some time not partaken
When Ma was here
Well ~ oh my dear
Served on the dot at one o’clock
And woe betide if we were late
it would be on the table
upon our plate
and steaming hot
Whether we were there or not
Nowadays it’s just for one
Has somehow lost appeal
To sit alone now on my own
I really don’t enjoy
Those crispy roasted spuds
with golden Yorkshire puds
buttered carrots ~ roasted parsnips
on my plate roast leg of lamb
a generous dollop of minty sauce
with thick meaty gravy piping hot
Three cheers for the cook
Three cheers for the host
I can almost taste it ~ I can almost smell it
Ma always cooked the best Sunday roast
Now my grandson is a vegan
his girlfriend she is too
my granddaughter a veggie
oh what am I to do
I cannot beat them
so I will join them
nut roast now my Sunday roast
but I'm still yearning for the taste
of Ma’s on the dot at one o'clock
her Sunday roasts delectable
each mouthful unforgettable...
Written 4 July 2021
Contest A BRIAN STRAND JULY 4
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
I stood alone upon a hill
whilst all around was quiet and still
I watched as birds flew from tree to tree
and envied how they are so free
I sat alone to ponder life
imagined me as some man's wife
as branches played in a gentle breeze
and envied the freedom of the trees
I lay alone on a bed of fallen leaves
taking shade under the canopies
hearing creatures scurry here and there
and envied their life so free of care
I wandered home alone in a daze
enjoying the last of summer's rays
I watched as day turned into night
and envied the owl her evening flight.
At One With….
Still! Perfect stillness
A verbless hermit
Present tense of the divine dawn
Ageless angelus -
No specter of yesterday
Vital youth of the ever eternal daystar
To a priceless creation before Genesis.
Motionless in meditation
The caress of flawless beauty
In virgin minutes
Essential oil of dim caliginosity’s fragrance
And a massage of morning’s messenger
Soft wink in a sequester of time
Daylight and midnight equal twins
Seamless solitude -
A chant of plain song –
Solo symphony -
Soft chimes of audible words
In wordless alliterations of wisdom
Expressions of the source
Without a shadow
Tranquil in
The sweet taste of tranquility
In personification of the placid calm
Only cravings of perpetual satisfaction -
On the tongue perfection's noun
A ban of bitterness
Savory sips - cool flavor on the palate
Cradle of baptism
A christening of bliss
A dedication to the infinite
A hug from the divine edgeless Pi
A suspension of the animate frame
Caress of eternity’s essence in a benediction
No separation of Be into the ageless clarity of Is
7-13-21
1st Place - Trophy Win
Contest: Tat Tvam Asi
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Inspired by the contest sponsor's prompt - journey without movement - there are no verbs in this poem.
While granules from past season’s flakes
thaw the impatience of my own caprice
amidst the restlessness of mid-winter,
clay gathers new fragrance of tangy moss.
Back at one, infant stars bequeath light
upon clouds resting on a drape of reverie,
the music of firstborn days stirring the wake
of garnet’s ardour with time’s new dial---
a little fiery perhaps---as opposed
to the acrid taste of a cycle’s old debris--
allowing this new ambrosia to ressurect me
from the scab of past undoing.
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Hello January Contest
by nette onclaud
At One With The Sea
Lying on the sand the wave toppled over me
Before I knew it I was dragged far out to sea
I gulped in and struggled to find much needed air
But before I ran out of breath I found I didn’t care.
A silver sided fish came and looked at me
Followed by a little crab looking on attentively
I turned around and noticed my hair was now green
It looked just like seaweedlong and beautiful with a sheen.
My legs, long and lovely but feeling quite strange
I felt like a sailor walking without a sailors gait for change
Under my foot a swish of a long thin tail
As a whip tailed scorpion chased a whelk or was it a sea snail.
A tumbling spiked anemone caught in the swirl
Rolling by my feet its spines did not curl
The sun shining down but not burning me
Well how could it really, I’m under the deep blue sea.
An inquisitive shrimp skitters by rather quick.
Not sure if it’s him I am there to pick.
A shoal of silver fish dart around in a fantastic formation
Like a million starlings in a spectacular murmuration.
I am now one with the sea, a real water baby.
I swim around with ease like a true mermaid lady
My long shiny hair trails behind me in the water.
Searching for a mermaid man, if there is one in this quarter.
Hazy lazy moon
Warm breezes whispering by
Peaceful and content
Alone and safe with the dark
Dreams already taking shape
Written on July 11, 2011 at 9:30pm
Spring sunshine false security.
New life weak, lacks impunity!
Relying on instinct, not ingenuity!
Weather lacking continuity!
Fickle, tantamount to cruelty!
Naturalist blame human lunacy,
some agree with their importunity
Some folks, if given the opportunity,
would form a world community.
To stop our polluting abnormality.
Their key for all, amenability.
The power of reason, their munity.
No more governmental jejunity!
They'll work to create bio immunity!
At one with nature, total unity!
The 23rd of May 2018
Monorhyme Poetry Contest Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
above mountains I soar like an eagle,
taking note of the grandeur below
over the sea reflections gleam on ripples
mirror images of heaven
peace and joy fill my soul
arched rainbow seems to climb straight to heaven
there in the blue, I feel one with the universe
let me show you the way to the clouds
atop my wings, you’ll sense the delight
seeing Earth’s beauty spinning below
splendor of eternal life paints the sky above
I was a good duck at one time
here i was
at one time
a duck in the wind
up in the open blue
searching for blue
this was back in October
freely i was flapping my wings
to my own music
when my eyes
came upon a pond
a nice beautiful blue pond of other ducks
surrounded by a tall forest of trees
yes, yes
i was in heaven
here i was so happy
i was going to find my soul mate
stretch my wings, nest
have ducklings
have a quack in my voice
for once ...
i then swim up
to the most beautiful duck in the pond
she's dead to the world to me
i like that, i like that
no risks no rewards
i swim up closer
she keeps floating away
I catch up, I catch up
I gave her a nudge
it felt good
but not real
and then my inner alarm bells went off
my heart drops
at the decoy, the ruse
the wooden ducks in the blue pond
i'm dead
i'm duck soup
i can imagine hearing a shotgun blast
i can live with that,
that's life
i then imagine a women's voice
a familiar voice, i thought
no, please
i can't live with this
its her ... the one from the past
welcome to poetry soup instead ... she says
... yes, please
my heart ache,
my heart aches, now
connie pachecho
2/16/17
Speech , " You are married today , our daughter!
We are here witnessing your wedding.
Listen ! Our daughter listening !
Today is your wedding day ,our daughter.
Relatives , neighbours, friends ,
Colleagues are gathering here today."
Bantu drums sounding ,stump, stump !stump!
Flute is swain!swain!swain!swain!swain!
Guitar is lalela! lalela lalela! lalela ! lalela!
All people are happily , jumping dancing today.
Different dance moves: tango, rhumba,salsa,
Jazz, zuki, reggae, nyonga , and chachacha.
Last speech " You have now a new family
Husband, father ,mother, brothers,
Sisters in laws, learn to respect them.
No turning back here our sister.
Respect your husband as your new father."
May 21/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
I'm going to build a boat.
It doesn't have to be large –
just enough for one,
comfortably.
And when it's done,
I will set sail,
taking with me a heart full of love
and a head full of dreams.
Tears by the million
for no one to see.
The ocean will take those tears,
and as they mingle with the salty brine,
I will be one with the ocean.
I will have my bag of tricks, as well.
A million kisses, one for one, with the tears,
for I have kissed you a million times, or more.
And my broken heart, edges worn now,
no longer jagged or sharp,
but dulled by time -- still broken.
As I dump my kisses and broken heart,
I am one with the ocean.
The ocean accepts all with emotion
in its endless expanse.
Last, but not least, my soul.
I won't say I can throw it,
or even drop it over the side.
The balls of light, colors surreal,
dance in my hands, encircling me,
warm and gentle, dream-like,
and I realize I can't let it go.
It must remain in my bag of tricks
at least for another day.
Here come old grandpa
He come movin' up slowly
He got, big-a-belly
He got, roley-poley
He got, hair...on his ears
He got to be a grandpa he lived so many years
He drink- no more, moonshine
He got, gout toeitus
He got, monkey back
He shoot, insulin
He say, I don't... remember you
One thing he should know is that he's one hundred and two
He lacks production
He got, two sets of dentures
He got, always sidetrack
He got, soup and crackers
He got, gout, down...on his feet
Sitting in his wheelchair he's got old-age disease
Does he remember, right now- he's one hundred and two
He can't use a toaster
He got, cold- needs a warming
He got, dementia
He lost, mojo filter
He say, one and one and one is four
Got to be dementia 'cause he can't add anymore
Does he remember, right now, he's one hundred and two
Someone perusing all the lines I penned
before this century would surely say
that I held sacred five iambic feet,
that quatrains and rhymed couplets were my stay!
It seemed my mind was programmed to create
four lines per stanza, rhymed a-b-c-b.
I saw that others wrote in varied styles
and over time attempted to break free.
I asked myself then, “Must you always rhyme?”
Blank verse, I added to my repertoire.
I crave the partial freedom it affords.
While rhyming’s not included, meter is—
those five iambic feet that won my heart!
I challenged myself, “Write some free verse—
not a nonet, a tanka, a cinquain, . . . but actual
FREE VERSE; not a paragraph you chopped up and
scattered down the page.” I’m workin’ on it!
May 6, 2021
entered in the What's in a Title contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Verse 1
Keep me planted on solid ground, where true salvation can be found
Purified and free from shame, calling those who seek your name
With such power to move unseen and search the depth of my inmost being
For your glory of which I strive, with your strength I am alive
Chorus
To be at one with you, is instrumental to my growth
For all I’ve found in you, with tender mercy
A true unfailing love, with an everlasting oath
A core desire for you, so ever sincerely
Verse 2
Basking in your presence here, a stillness I can but revere
Of endeavours built in vain, for my almighty reigns
The peacefulness your assurance brings, you rise and soar with mighty wings
A towering rock of true safety, resting in your sanctuary
Chorus
Bridge X4
Of such peacefulness, passing all understanding
With such wholesomeness, taking heed of your commanding
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©?
too many questions
too many decisions
my head is heavy in thought
i hit the pillow like a cinder block