Best Aver Poems
THEIR GREATER SIN
They call one who speaks for Liberty a Fascist
They claim man made end of world as a proven tenet
And to them ‘free’ means imprimatur to ravish
Expressed with many a ‘You know’ ‘It’s like’ and ‘Ennit!’
They proclaim themselves as ‘liberal’ though they favour
The hard politics of socialism central
With a strong taste of Marx in its flavour
That just gives me an affliction in the ventral
Of dark villainy I now seek to accuse
And reserve a special torment to confer
Not for all the sins above from which I bruise
Nor self righteousness they constantly aver
It is the painful wounds for which there is no bandage
Their cruel destructive treatment of the English Language
Categories:
aver, language,
Form:
Sonnet
Thou art to me the fairest crimson rose,
A tender bloom with dawn's first colour gilt;
Yet ev'ry flow'r in mortal clime that grows,
Is here for but a time, and then does wilt.
By all I e'er held dear, I now aver,
That though a rose may wilt, yet still 'tis sweet;
I only hope a place I could secure
In fondest adoration at thy feet.
For fairness found in form and face will fail,
But that within the heart may shine undimmed;
Though nothing for youth's beauty may avail,
A heart with golden deeds may yet be rimmed.
My Juliet, in truth I do declare,
I love thee not for youthful beauty fair.
Categories:
aver, analogy, innocence, romance, rose,
Form:
Sonnet
Angels live in heaven, so I heard you all say,
as the pristine celestial beauty they ascend
like the sparkling stars in the far away milky way,
but I know on the mortal earth they often descend.
If you ask me how do I know, I would aver,
I have seen the radiance of my mother’s heart
as bright as adoring shine of a splendorous star,
suffusing me with love even destiny made us apart.
In troubled times when the family was adrift in unrest,
she toiled to settle down secured in a land unknown,
gave a precious gift to my rootless uncertain life, a nest,
from where I spread my wings in the sky and have flown.
I soared high under the caring cover of her weary wings,
my aspirations the wild winds couldn’t blow away.
I live in the shadow of her undying love, memory brings,
for it’s her hands that sculpted me what I am today.
She has left me for her new home a long time ago,
when in dismal night the glistening north star I see,
guiding me to my final destination, I then know,
she is the star, shining with angels in heaven for me.
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April 29, 2022
Contest : A Mother's Love, Tributes Of Love For Mother's Day
Sponsored by : BJ Legros Kelley
Categories:
aver, analogy, angel, mother, star,
Form:
Rhyme
CAUTIONARY COUPLETS
I hazard it has many times been said
That we have never lived if we’ve not bled
If you attest a life of no regret
I’ll wager you have never placed a bet
If in your time you never crash and burn
You miss an opportunity to learn
If you forever seek to others blame
Well they may seek to ever wipe your name
If you choose peace at all cost you may see
A subjugated life of tyranny
If love is all, in truth I promise that
With careful seasoning I’ll eat my hat
If you aver you never told a lie
I’ll guarantee the moon’s a pizza pie
If you contend you never commit sin
Then join this club of one, they’ll let you in
Categories:
aver, life,
Form:
Couplet
AWAKE!
Forebear I beg if I am found obtuse
Not turning from the indigent I see
Should I aver egregious a view
They be ascribed a sloth delirium
My comments here may seem not delicate
Yet if I choose travail to consecrate
Would you in intercession mediate
Bring those in need restored awakening
Categories:
aver, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
Out Of Water
Eternal suffering
Fresh cleansing rain,
regain
Harmonic smells so wonderful,
restores impressions in your mind of ocean shores
Rainbows of prism refracting,
colors that are spellbinding
red, orange, yellow, green, blue, Indigo, violet
mixtures mystifier of lights and shadows aver
Cleansing the air,
beautify and reign over azure suggestive buttermilk sky
Green crisp canopies of forest trees
Tall, lush emerald green grass that sway in the breeze
coverlets of ferns, climbing vines embroidered through trees
and stray flowering plants that grants
a playground for musical birds that perch or fly to the skies,
enchanting dance of the butterflies, and an orchestra of the wild,
a spiritual wonder all thirst for shelter and pure clean water
Glacier’s abundance surplus
Beautiful lustrate waterfalls so gracious
Running water through rocks and sand,
adding to erosion of filtrating
The voice of the future echoes a plea
An epiphany
Purge memories shall come to cease
Dearth of rain
Yearning thirst will attain
Drought, dehydration, famine, poverty,
sickness, anguish wildlife perishes
Eternal suffering and losses
The future beseeches
2/17/2015
Contest: Out of Water
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Categories:
aver, change, world,
Form:
Rhyme
Faith is a powerful thing,
As true believers can aver.
I learned this at my mother's knee.
The lessons taught by her
Have stayed with me for life.
In good times and in bad.
Sometimes I've strayed away
And faith of Mom and Dad
Protected me from this world's wiles.
On other days, remembering
Wonder of their love and smiles,
Enabled me to find way through
Rueful, and sometimes lonely, miles.
Forever grateful, I
Unbeaten by my woes
Live on with certain faith
That my faithful God is close.
He guides and guards me every day
In sunshine or in rain.
No matter if I fall,
God is there to ease my pain.
Written: January 5,2015
Categories:
aver, faith, god,
Form:
Acrostic
See me without your eyes!
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Beauty is in everything that I behold all around!
I am just lost! Tell me when you have me found!
You say someone is ugly, I will aver that's lovely!
Your senses are earthly, missing what's heavenly!
We are more than a body, mind, heart and soul!
Ignore what meets your eye! See me as a whole!
If you take me for how I look, you are not for me!
When I need you most as I age, your love will flee!
See me without your eyes, if you like what you see!
I will believe in you, each other's we're meant to be!
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Poetry by Dr. Asghar Nazeer (LinkedIn profile http://sa.linkedin.com/in/drasgharnazeerlinkedinprofile)
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Categories:
aver, beauty, body, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
.
The varlet
yes
they say I am
a varmint
one who would be the
variegator
at the site of hern
bloom
To specify
I am compelled to aver
there is no control
of the varix
of mine loom
Categories:
aver, introspection,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
See me without your eyes!
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Beauty is in everything that I behold all around!
I am just lost! Tell me when you have me found!
You say someone is ugly, I will aver that's lovely!
Your senses are earthly, missing what's heavenly!
We are more than a body, mind, heart and soul!
Ignore what meets your eye! See me as a whole!
If you take me for how I look, you are not for me!
When I need you most as I age, your love will flee!
See me without your eyes, if you like what you see!
I will believe in you, each other's we're meant to be!
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Categories:
aver, beauty, body, feelings, heart,
Form:
Free verse
THE EAGLE
From sheer Jurassic precipice he soared
Surveyed the land for gifts it might afford
Across the broad flat valley’s rich domain
With viewpoint high, low altitude disdain
In languid circling track approaching nigh
The eagle now came level eye with eye
He seemed to nod to one perceived as peer
Acknowledged coexistence without fear
His self assurance of a privileged strain
In higher echelon of victual chain
No predator to make threat to his being
Where flight has no concomitance with fleeing
We two shared aspect regal and remote
Above a distant world seeming to denote
A subject to be seen with cool detachment
From other lives set on their own enactment
The matchstick men in matchbox cars below
Proceed in patterns conjunct, fluent flow
As if directed by a master plan
The pieces moved as by an unseen hand
Yet inside every box there is a mind
That makes decisions well informed or blind
The myriads of choices of direction
Have source within those living souls’ election
I marvel at this concept: life centricity
The thought of such abundance, prolificity
Of individual life forms each conferred in
The ability, its intentions to determine
Some say we’re mere machines therefore robotic
Or otherwise controlled by force hypnotic
And some aver a plan: divine intention
By God who makes judgemental intervention
I claim no knowledge, or insight on this score
Perhaps one day I’ll know with sureness more
‘Til then prefer this chosen metaphor
- In freedom I would with the eagle soar
Categories:
aver, nature, philosophy,
Form:
Couplet
from birth until this moment with your family as supporting team
the journey within your space/ time continuum stream
found trials and tribulations comprising the spool o yar existential ream
some incidents assessed in retrospect might now appear
as particularly significant undertakings – getting you grounded with clear
insight into what future dreams may become manifest with yar dear
beloved husband – I aver to when ye will endure empty nest fair
lee soon, whereby yar life will constitute andy and his anatomical gear
whose cupidity, fidelity, integrity, levity, opportunity, runneth tranquil
tiding up for gatherings or packing with his efficient globe trotting skill
bubbling with energy, harmony, synergy through his confluence he rill
lee doth possess – in my humble opinion, though less to take quill
to paper, him this brother in law applauds how he accepted any bitter pill
i.e. figuratively when the fickle finger of fate seemed to obscenely mill
a tate a contrary outcome than he desire, a fighting esprit de corps did fill
his entire being – putting forces of destruction re: no longer threat of evil
which waywardness with this poetic intent to type a birthday cheer
sans thy lovely sister activated thoughts pertaining to positive people dear
as senescence shuttles thine youngest harris heiress who everywhere
she goes affects a blessedly diplomatic, friendly holistic imprimatur
and thus tis probably apropos to attempt to communicate with mere
crude symbols i.e. the 26 letters of the alphabet to formulate the near
wrist approximating her significance in me xy z lived life a prayer
and many a broken wing, but tis necessary 4 me 2 expunge – though rear
the positive presence (most often invisible) whence shari did tear
out from the birth canal even at that early infantile stage did wear
autonomy to evince can do spirit whereby she irresistibly insinuated an air
that inexplicably captivated family, friends, romans….with no blare
ring burst, but she exhibited a magnetic trait – I now heartily cheer
cuz many stepping stones to mine current ah fair
rooted tuber remembered per the unsolicited advice aye did hear
when oft times shuttered in this man cave, hell lair
re: us lee chuckling at online jokes, which laugh tier
medicine for this bot deed father, a pro motor still sputtering each year.
Categories:
aver, age, anniversary, appreciation, birthday,
Form:
Ode
What theory unifies forces, weak, strong,
With gravity— also, to which belong
All the string theories of why and because?
To answer these queries, M-theory does.
Proponents aver it offers clarity
As to the issue of singularity.—
Where there’s a will there’s a way,
So they say…
In the beginning our universe sprang
From membranes colliding to cause a Big Bang…
Hence matter and energy stem from vibrations of strings seen by seers
In a music of spheres.
One mode of vibration, or ‘note’, makes the string an electron,
Another a photon…
And what of Higgs-boson?
There’s even a mode for the graviton, thought to have gravity’s force.
So vibrating strings would then be the source
To create tiny articles which we call
Elementary particles— one and all.
Dimensions— four plus compactified seven—
Equal a total that’s oddly eleven…
To wit, though string theories wound up at the tenth,
They had to add one more that’s odd to the nth.
Do we have enough sense or senses extended
To fathom those p-branes M-theory intended
And get to the bottom of hyper spacetime
In this super multiverse theory sublime?
What sounding vibration
Strange seeming sensation
Might set the strings strumming
Or maybe branes humming
Is something to ponder,
One’s whimsies to wander—
My mind like the wind evanescent can roam
O’er billowing waves and ineffable foam
With parallels plenty of our bubble home…
Thus I heard
M-theory’s word.
Albeit in physics there’s much knowledge base,
What waters of wisdom could ever embrace
Such cosmic curled places with hyperspace face?
Eerily far we’ve come to here
From bards’ illusions yesteryear—
When heavens would sing lullabies,
With moon and stars to harmonize
Midst luminescent light display
That might have been the Milky Way
Overturning all its jars
In a shower of shooting stars…
How flimsy, fleeting, and fragile life seems,
In our floating realm like a land of dreams!
Amen— let poets lyricize yet
Sweeter reveries lest we forget
Dearer wonders perchance of yore
From whilom membranes nevermore
Where earthlings gazed at clearer skies
With yonders nearer to our eyes,
In a once upon a time divine
P-brane world of auld langsyne…
– Harley White
Categories:
aver, creation, deep, muse, sky,
Form:
Rhyme
Enchanting Encounter With Rustic Beauty on an Early Morning Stroll
Along the beautiful tree lined avenues and residences I strode, ruminating spirituality and poetry, amidst peace and bird chirping background.
Upon a sharp turn, afar stood a woman in an Indian suit of black and pink – adjusting her hair standing in a side pose revealing all her attractive angles.
Brief, distant glances exchanged, Sharply she retired homewards, perhaps for a better view from the safety of the curtains?
I passed the house with intent sideways glance to check whether she stood in shade - but continued my stroll back to reflections and bird talk, finding her not to be there.
It was a mere passing scene on a early morning walk – one among many we see that make our lives bright, I thought. I strode on without any expectations – wearing a grateful smile - for the brief colourful sight.
But it was not to be.
On my routine next round, I again find her. This time standing in leisurely conversation with a timeworn woman I had seen trolling before.
A couple of long glances ensued. My heartbeat quickened. The old woman was serious in her advice; perhaps unaware of the real purpose of the discussion. The younger gave two, long, satisfying, glances.
Passing her close by, I aver she is not a conventional beauty, yet rustic and healthy, early in her middles. I am more advanced in time, though endowed with a firm and thin frame a fast gait. Fair in color she was and firm in flesh. Attractive she was in her own native way.
Further reflections focused not on poetry but on exciting prospects. I usually make only three, because of the paining knee. Now I extend it to four, expecting to find her in receiving extended guidance.
I find her not there. Disappointed. Perhaps she has made her assessment, this way or that. What it is, I can only know tomorrow during the early morning amble.
Alas it is not to be that way. For I have to leave. I do not live there, I am only on a visit and my next one is due only after a long interregnum.
By that time the memory of pleasant encounter will wilt in both. And chance will not repeat the favour.
A rustic beauty I discovered, one fine morning - a chance encounter during my early morning walk.
Categories:
aver, i miss you, inspiration,
Form:
Ballad
Of your repute may I gladly
shout and aver this day most well?
You are foremost a high-born lady
of style whereof I'd love to tell,
a princess that's sage and lovely—
whose mind is like a fertile dell.
You are too oft’ a raven-haired
of graciousness that's seldom seen.
You are the friend that boldly dared
to be the one and hopeful Queen,
a source of ruth who cried and shared
her tears through eyes of limpid green.
You are to souls a fresh new start,
a renaissance of hope that's true:—
a gift of grace to the contrite heart
and to the lost that no one knew;
you are thus the most blessèd part
of faith and joy that now ensue.
Categories:
aver, best friend, for her,
Form:
Ode