Best B Poems
SUBLIME
Sublime
I've been shedding snakeskin...
so blind
I've been destroying the noise
my worst enemy
Deconstructing my identity
soaking shoulder deep
in oceans of humility
feasting upon fruits of tranquility
breaking shackles
freeing ankles
from bloody mud puddles
razor blade anxiety
rising to a place
where yesterday
flees irrelevant
tomorrow
is insufficient
Yet
this moment
of SUBLIMITY
right now...
forever remains
a fearless paradise
I’m thinking of the letter “B”
So close and yet so far
It seems a bit unfair to me
Let’s stop, reset the bar
We’ve cast the “B” to status, poor
With quality less pleasing
Like something from a discount store
A lack of something, teasing
Yet think of how essential,
I’m sure you will agree
Just think how consequential,
Not having a plan B
It also fronts some of the Best
And Brightest of our text
So much more, I’ve not addressed
But look what’s coming next!
Perhaps this is somewhat a stretch
But imagine Hamlet’s bray
With the words he’d have to retch,
To “A” or not to “A”
Attitude can be nurtured and changed
By you in spite of what has happened in your day
Confident people master it quickly
Despite what they are enduring
Enthusiasm is a side benefit that
Fosters team work positivity and friendship
Give yourself a break if you
Have had a bad day. We all have them.
Inspiring videos, loving people and supportive friends
Jokes, funny TV shows, and hobbies might help.
Kindness to friends is wonderful, but
Loving them is not as important as loving yourself.
Many do not give themselves this important gift.
Naturally you want the best for others and your family
Outrageous as this might sound, you must
Positively become your OWN best friend first.
Quiet yourself and give yourself this all-important gift.
Rusty as you might be, find your strengths.
See yourself in the best light. Encourage yourself.
Treat yourself with the same empathy you
Utilize with others, a good friend, or a cherished neighbor
Vigorously appreciate your talents and gifts.
Wisest of the wise recognize the
‘Xceptional logic of doing this and often.
You will immediately reap the awards.
Zesty excited attitudes encourage others, please encourage you!
A cocooned cacophony of crickets serenades overgrown fields,
drowning out the creaking of rusted cars long since abandoned.
Maroon and sable tents blot the dilapidated ground—
bloated and weathered,
strips of fabric flapping in the harsh elements.
Legends of wraiths wander,
replicating whispers of infected insanity.
Laughter lingers in suspect echoes,
Rippling from pasts reborn in presents: futures to be later replaced by the past.
The smell of burnt sugar crackles with the purr of buttered kerneled corn: invading the nostrils with senses whose stimuli feign belief.
A faint humming of Entry of the Gladiators creeps in loudening crescendos, adding to the cacophony deigning dormancy in the field
Fragmented timelines intersecting by the call of the Barker
Stained cotton candy melts, reconstitutes, melts once more
Saturating replicating stands with insidiously sticky omens
Ghastly sickeningly sweet mori mementos
Resurrecting the dead from preternatural slumber.
Within fractured milliseconds, the cycle of the tormented deceased rise
From the ashes of unburnt airwaves,
Rippling through screaming minutes yet frozen in the midst.
A varicosed bearded woman floats aloft grassy overgrowth
Reanimated tigers lurk and phantasmal elephants howl,
Rings round the air in gaseous hush, like cigars puffed by moustachioed men of game,
Insufflating smoke with striped suits in candied reds and white.
The air rises to the resurrected show,
Cries confused for laughter tickle cochlea of the living.
Soon the curious swelled to a mob.
as they gathered to gape at the glob.
Someone prods with a stick.
as another screams: " Quick!"
"We must run for our lives! It's the Blob!"
B-R-E-A-T-H - OF - L-O-V-E
Summer sun or winter freeze pulls heartstrings in trapeze. . .
Cotton soft to gnarled callus vows have thread along my way
embroidering ribbon actions to pliant swings of reactions
like a darting fish thrilled to catch a passer-by knees.
Two pairs of eye sew webs to bridge affection display,
pines teeming green crown my arrested heart--
tachycardic I am... each time I hear your sound.
Has breath of love tickled my nerves to interaction?
Like a bee I'm drawn to your sweet ambiance 'round
hoping by miracle it will birth me a fresh start.
Scents that streams from bulbs swirl on wafting wind--
Ah! They all fell to shame for your breath of love tames.
Once a rebel soul that long been thriving for satisfaction
with breath of love that resuscitates, I mend my flame
channeling muse to stroke the peak density of mind.
Slender February breeze taunt my fingers
to type rhymes that shy edge of reason.
Eternally plunge in surrender
I-- filled with breath of love ships my horizons
to script stories in shades that lingers. . .
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***Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name your Favourite Old Poem
++Placed 3rd++
©O.E. Guilermo
12:31 pm, February 07, 2015
Okay,
first for an appetizer
I'd like an O-ring basket
and a pound of shrimp.
Cook those things crispy,
so when I take a bite
they burn my upper lip.
A 22 ounce tumbler
filled with beer to the brim.
Oh,
you want one too,
okay,
make that two!!
For dinner,
I would like to order fifty wings,
along with twenty four boneless.
mix those sauces please,
hot, sweet bbq, medium,
no blazin'!!
I'll end up on my knees!!!
Throw in some celery and
blue cheese,
combined,
I want thirteen
Tell the expediter,
I want my wings crispy,
he knows me!!!
I want a basket of fries
two orders chips and a wedge,
A B-dubs ranch wrap
and a refill from the tap!!!
You get all that???
Jared Pickett
2/1/2010
Asavvy1
Former Spice Girl, known as Mel B,
will no longer judge the show, AGT.
Labeled an addict of sex,
she enjoyed the male performers' great pecs!
March 21, 2019 for the Clerihew Contest
for Tania Kitchin's Celebrity Or Famous Person Clerihew Poetry Contest
(AGT is acronym for America's Got Talent, one of my fave summer tv programs)
Will miss ya, Mel B!!
last week we s k i p p e d stones across the reverie like
they were emeralds,
comets fell, and constellations called our names;
i thought of how your hands reminded me of venus,
and your kiss like the water treading upon mars
a million stars began falling and there you were, just like always-
the cosmos speak of our love like wise words from buddha’s lips,
and everything we thought we knew diminished into the twilit
midnight b r e e z e
like pebbles settling along the rigid shore,
you surface me with passion-
like a tidal wave across the atlantic you engulf me holding
the ebb flow only we two can carry;
(and for that)
i love you, my sweet
just the slightest brush of your hand against mine is
enough to shatter any fallacies we may encounter-
i am your eternal light,
you are my forever love,
and together we shall shine until the sky no longer exists
~NO ONE IS AS BEAUTIFUL AS YOU~
how can romance be so strong after so many years?
i say to thee in a gentle hush...
"because true love can only exist if it is found in the depths
of the deepest oceans-
unlocked in the soul of the most giving soul,
and needed in the heart of greatest loving heart there ever was".
(and that is what we have - my love)
for there will never be another-
(no never)
another lover…
for me
so tell me sweetheart-
how can i stop loving you?
WHEN ALL YOU DO IS MOVE ME
January 29th, 2018
dear Lord thank you for J B
as sweet as a sugar plumb
thank you for all the thins he's done
he has encouraged us and helped us grow more than he may know
and I pray you continue to bless him where ever he may go.
God bless you John from james, leanne, diane and josh,
have a Happy easter.
Secretly;
Not seen or felt.
A soft melody.
Gently;
picking up pace.
It sings to me.
Amazingly;
tells a tale.
Calm and sweetly.
Tenderly;
notes drift in and out.
Feelings emotionally.
Quietly;
It fades slowly away.
The final note ring.
Bullies are created from homes with larger bullies
Understanding them will not stop them
Logic will not change their upbringing
Loving them is difficult, you may be rebuffed.
It is sad they grew up thinking this is the way of the world.
Exceptions are out there, but many bullies retain their status
Society despises them and so do their neighbors
English experimental poet Brian Strand
created the 'footle' poetic brand
His original ..a two line trochee
activated a 'footle(s)' impulsive spree
“To be or not to be: that is the question” - William Shakespeare
I am ...
breath-to-breath the breasted thrums
a coursing quick to sear the veins
molten marrow, binding beast
to the neural tap-dance
bloated brains borne
a-back their own
self-indulgent
euphoric
ruin.
I am not ...
insignificance-to-oblivion the silent pulse
a chronic wound as weeps heavenly
barren, black, light-and-lifeless
the cold surface unrippled
yet trembles, wanting
a press, potential
shadows push
to escape
ruin.
Existence ...
babbles like the roiling rills of sudden spring
its actualization clear as mountain melt
relevance and tenor balancing yet
atop the point of sentience
let it run to meadows
ebbed and mindful
to blossom full
in spite of
ruin.
Life ...
miracle precise to bear from the womb - LOVE
solitary intent and pursuit of true worth
the lifeblood - sacred and timeless
should all and all slip the bonds
a warm breath will yet sigh
its wings, unseen, soar
it IS all and its echo
pulse immortal
blessed of
ruin.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Famous Poetic Lines That Inspire" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Judge & Sponsor.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Brian's Choice 7, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Do-B-Do was my first cat as an adult.
I really wasn’t sure I even wanted a cat.
My ex wanted a kitten and I gave in,
we picked the sweet fluffy female one.
She was a grey tabby with yellow eyes.
I soon fell in love with her, she was feisty!
She loved to lay with me at night and
snuggle up to my chest, purring for hours.
She was my best friend and made me laugh.
She had a unique cry, like a Siamese breed.
My ex was not very kind and sometimes explosive.
He became angry and I remember hiding her,
she quietly stayed put in the laundry basket.
I think she knew what was happening, that
I was protecting her from the monster.
She was with me through some dark times.
She helped me through deaths and a divorce.
She cuddled with me every night for years.
She was very jealous of my attention to others,
but warmed up to my husband right away.
She adapted to having six cat siblings
and moving to a new place to live.
She loved to chatter at the birds.
She would sit and wait at the window to watch.
I never let her run free outside, afraid to lose her.
She lived to be twenty-two years old.
Her kidneys were failing, we tried to save her.
I remember looking her in eyes that day.
She said to me it was time to let her go as
I saw a vision of an orange colored tabby.
I was so heartbroken after her death.
I decided it was time for another female cat.
I went to the animal shelter and there she was,
a beautiful calico cat, I knew this was the cat for me.
That day Ru-B was adopted and I felt at peace.
8/8/2020
Contest: All Pets Go To Heaven
Sponsor: Constance La France