Best Banqueting Poems
He was quiet, and so very shy
His Loving " Poetry " , caught my eye
I felt his Tender Heart, flutter for me
I saw his Loving Heart ; Pen POETRY
Beautiful POETRY, and " I " “The wonder of his words”
My Heart entwines with his, Everlasting LOVE : Endures
Throughout the Eons of Forever I have watched his sadness
My Beloved, Your Eternal Love Always brings my Heart Gladness
You sit beside me, at the Never ending banqueting tables of Heaven
Alas : do not waste Your Love, waiting to be with me in Eden’s Garden
I see in the window of Your Heart, the mirror of Your Soul
The image in Your eyes, " Barbara Jean " and YOU Picnic on a California Knoll
The fond memories of Your breath, caressing my breast, are now Hers
My Spirit smiles at Your happiness : Love Her as You do me
My Heart elated to see You Love again , long lost Emotions stir :
Barbara Jean , Take care of and Love this “Gentle Man” for all Eternity
Bring Joy to his Life again , and to me Satisfaction that He "is" LOVED again
Inspired by Nathan Dilts’ Contest “ The Opposite Sex”
Dedicated to " Barbara Jean " ; By " Lenore Ellen "
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Tell all the worlds about the treasures found
Renaissance trace spellbound in the ancient form,
Tender and haunting; an era of time curves around
Past the present to a future beset with tech charm.
Historical pages cling romantically to our eyes,
Each epoch defines a sparkling gem of surprise,
Their fluttered rebirth is like stars changing sizes
Release by time flown from the damp demise.
That dip their limbs to bow unto gloss modernity
Like the artist and sculpture, they paint a world.
Of aesthetic peculiarities and lofty discovery,
Longing to find a place soaring free in the soul.
A vault of citadels says much; then said no more
Deep within, ancient wonders rise from the ashes
Talented beauty weaves from centuries we adore,
The time and place asleep in a waste wilderness.
The plague of colors survives in medieval triumph,
England, a literary monument of architect literature.
Finds the noble heart to express cherished breath
Creating the etiquette claimed by French culture.
Such dept alone could not be paid by metamorphism
Humanism fading in a mist has its place in society,
Heightened with extreme lust and erotic mannerism,
Italy removes the conscious veil from bizarre reality.
Ceiling significant through music strings serenade,
Renaissance dazed; allusion lay dreaming half awake
The inquisition of fate went on pilgrimage made,
German sentence commute through the classical gate.
The Netherlands explore and navigate all the distances
Byzantine adherence goes beyond impregnable walls,
depict faces of the Tsars persist in the military hypothesis,
And labyrinths take refuge in Russian banqueting halls.
The richest measured proportion of distilled beverage,
Vodka values more than all the dull limited senses,
Spanish religion repository of the myths and rage
Set the path where new western experience commences.
Portugal selfie, the pinnacle piece that thirsts for commerce
Lisbon flourished paints and medicines with Flemish.
Poland concept and conflict gain border land dominance,
Spice trade rises high and makes indiscreet allusion flourish.
We travel far beyond renaissance to the greatest monument,
When the transition of culture from the middle age evolved
Mesmerized art is a rediscovery of an enduring cultural movement,
The monarch of the Roman Empire renaissance man inspired.
The sun peeks his face out from the passing wind
still chilly and cold, and in this air the tree branches
stretch their arms to hold the sun as if sails on the deep and gray sky
The sun that is out of reach of a hand
may be a hope; no, it ought to be a hope
One night I saw a wayfarer, becoming a moonbeam,
going toward April stepping on the footmarks March
has left behind
Although he has gone through so many hills and high waters
with a knapsack on his back that was full with the countless
sentiments he put in it for pity’s sake, the sack was emptied;
for the lapse of time makes things wear and tear
his garment was worn to rags, and when the wind
passes through it penetrates the garment to chill the bone
The deep anxiety he is unable to shake off, and therefore,
reflected on the running water murmuring through the field
as ripples of moonbeam, which is not from the fleeting of time
or his sufferings while he was walking among the foes, but because
he is sorry for and worries about friends he has to leave behind
The friends, not many in number shared his happiness
at the time of banqueting, surrounding the table though
plain and simple, abundance in God;
at the time counting the falling stars lying on a stone pillow
by the gap between rocks. The friends, not in damnation but
in endurance and warmhearted understanding, talked about better day to come while burning the passions in the bone fire on a day when they were wet and shivering in early spring drizzle
For the days he was with his friends were too short,
it caused him an embarrassment in counting the days,
yet they were unforgettable moments of joyous and happy experiences
As he walked through the field with friends he talked about tomorrow
standing on the hill top side by side, he asked them to pray for him,
sitting on the sands by the water he sighed for he has to leave
the friends, the sweet and bitter memories behind
Nonetheless, he cannot just stand by a roadside as an emotionless stone,
he crosses the hill under the shade of a waning moon, and when
the humble hearted teary-eyed wanderer blooms as a lily on the other side of
the hill in dawning, the sunray fall on the lily on the dew
as hope to those who remember him, as happiness to the friends
he left behind, as the covenant of the Lord to all who trust in him
THE CROSS
I fold my arms and close my eyes,
I picture a cross so tall.
Mary His Mother
And Mary His disciple
Crying below, at His feet.
Blood running down the wood.
Finally resting on the ground
Soaked up by the desert soil.
Mary His Mother, crying for her Son
Mary Magdalene, crying for her Lord.
Why have they done this, my heart breaks
Roman soldiers so cruel.
One with a spear as he says
“no don’t break His legs,
spear Him instead”.
My soul crys out
“Lord have mercy lest I fall”
“Take me like the thief, to your banqueting hall!”
Jesus I give you my all,
My soul, my heart, my body.
By Maxie Macdonald
Luke 23:32-43, (NAS95) 32 Two others also, who were criminals, were being led away to be put to death with Him. 33 When they came to the place called The Skull, there they crucified Him and the criminals, one on the right and the other on the left. 34 But Jesus was saying, "Father, forgive them; for they do not know what they are doing." And they cast lots, dividing up His garments among themselves. 35 And the people stood by, looking on. And even the rulers were sneering at Him, saying, "He saved others; let Him save Himself if this is the Christ of God, His Chosen One." 36 The soldiers also mocked Him, coming up to Him, offering Him sour wine, 37 and saying, "If You are the King of the Jews, save Yourself!" 38 Now there was also an inscription above Him, "THIS IS THE KING OF THE JEWS." 39 One of the criminals who were hanged there was hurling abuse at Him, saying, "Are You not the Christ? Save Yourself and us!" 40 But the other answered, and rebuking him said, "Do you not even fear God, since you are under the same sentence of condemnation? 41 "And we indeed are suffering justly, for we are receiving what we deserve for our deeds; but this man has done nothing wrong." 42 And he was saying, "Jesus, remember me when You come in Your kingdom!" 43 And He said to him, "Truly I say to you, today you shall be with Me in Paradise."
the scene is set, the banqueting hall is not looking so shoddy
plenty of wild flowers to hide the smell of unwashed bodies
the ladies in their finery drink gin with gusto ......they presume
the fancy looking men will drink whatever they can consume
then the trumpets sounded,
heralding that food was being brought in ..... in silver dishes
knaves in all their glory carried platters of meat, chicken, fishes.
this was snatched by the revellers, who rammed into their mouths great chunks of meat.
around the table on the floor were bones by the score
which the eaters had thrown at their feet dogs waited, salivating, to pounce on the floor
suddenly another fanfare sounded ....another platter was carried In
this one was covered with a domed lid, what was so intriguing within?
with aplomb the lord made a speech with a drunken slur
was ranting on about stalkers, how unpleasant they were
with artistic flair he removed the lid
all went quiet ....even the dog's slunk away and hid
sitting on a bed of cabbage was a severed head
this Stalker will stalk no more he said
penned 23/08/2016
cognize spring’s entrance
banqueting on new born buds...
warbling waves suffused
Bird Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Date: 16-03-2022
Syllable count : How Many Syllables
Placed: 2nd
Secret lover
greeting morning
from flowering
window
a song
opening day
like peacock fan
lilies and roses
light sparkling
ripped
from night
equalizing veil
dawn
a new day
is coloring
rosy child play
maturing
to midday
for adulthood
heat
trading petals
with seeds
of tomorrow
life's harvest
to share
till one by one
start falling
dry dreams of
diversions
life's essence
remaining
to heaven
grey arms
extending
unweighted
by care
on rocking
dream chair
four seasons
capriciousness
sees ending
a new fifth season
of mild spring
ushering
with jolly old friends
banqueting
with music and hymns
to God all the glory
now and forever
in love.
Third Place Winner-Brian Strand-Up To You Contest-2/10/24
In memory of a great lady who died of cancer!
She's gone to that great Banqueting Hall,
To her Mansion in the sky:
To sit with Jesus the King of kings
and all the hosts on high.
The pain and agony all have gone;
Peace has settled in!
She's looking down on all of you
with a happy, contented grin.
She suffered much in those last days,
Oh, what a time she had.
Knowing you were all at hand
kept her from going mad.
She's happy now in that great place,
a place that's very rare:
She hopes some day to meet you soon,
on the golden stairs.
"Be happy now, my dear friends,
Be happy, be at peace:
I've experienced something quite unique;
It has brought me sweet release."
She's gone to that great Banqueting Hall
To her Mansion in the sky:
To sit with Jesus the King of kings
and all the hosts on high.
The pain and agony all have gone;
Peace has settled in!
She's looking down on all of you
with a happy, contented grin.
She suffered much in those last days,
Oh, what a time she had.
Knowing you were all at hand
kept her from going mad.
She's happy now in that great place,
a place that's very rare:
She hopes some day to meet you soon,
on the golden stairs.
"Be happy now, my dear friends,
Be happy, be at peace:
I've experienced something quite unique!
It has brought me sweet release."
You Are My Beloved And the Love Of My Soul…
I am the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valley below…
As the lily thrives among the thorns..
My love for you grows!
As the apple tree lives amongst the
other trees in the woods.
My commitment to be with you is clearly understood.
I’ve invited you to this banqueting table
under a banner of love.
Stay with me and comfort me.
You’re a gift from God above!
As I listen to your voice. May it leap
from the mountain tops!
In my heart… You’re more beautiful
that the clearest raindrops!
You spoke to me; “My love…” “Please arise.”
I come to you and see the
beauty in your eyes!
My dove, you are in the cleft of the rocks.
In a “secret place.”
Let me see the beauty,
that shines on your face!
I shall always cherish and love you…
Much more than you can give....
My love grows ever so deeper….
Each day you live!
When the sun arises… And the shadows shall turn away.
Your beauty arises! And brightens my life every day!
Your beauty and wisdom is
something to behold!
You’re more precious to me than the purest gold!
My love for you shall endure
beyond the end of time!
How I long to be with you! I’m so glad you’re mine!
By Jim Pemberton 11/27/11
Read Song of Sol. Ch. 2
Twenty two snails were dancing in a line, for they had consumed some wine, the wine had been left by humans in the yard, the glasses full, no breaks, no shards. Safely pulling themselves up the stems. Then suckling up the infusions like a worm in a puddle. The dance went on till the yard was cleared. And several moving mammoths came to eat burgers with beer. Then a thunder storm arrived. Meaning the snails must be helped to survive. The little people ran out from the trees and placed the molluscs upon their leaves. And so it was done. Meanwhile on a river bank an acrobatic eel was entertaining a shoal of rainbow trout. The eel was so proficient at leaping he could leap from one side of the river to the other and avoid all branches along the way. The fish they clapped their fins in delight and the shoe continued into the night. The owls cheered them on as they passed to catch their tea. And all of this was watched on a shell by the whales on the depths of the oceans. Great. Mystified mice making musical mayhem. Mr platypus sat playing his opera rather loudly in his car. The cat chauffer sank over sixty litres of wine whilst waiting in the heavy traffic. And back at the mansion the ninety thousand three hundred and forty two eggs were being peeled, baked and prepared for the bull baron who was due at half past two for a banqueting bullion bake. The gardener stood on top of his rake and zoomed over to the private two thousand acre lake. Great. Pickle no pantry and tickle no tackle in a weather alternative angling competition in a west wing. Bestow no toast residue to a floor whose antics of the present can really only open a library. Ok then. Whirlpools waiting writing wordy woes. Hahaha snakes shaping salads hahaha fork in a tree argues with the spoon shaped birds. Xxxxxx miscellaneous z z z z z
To the far horizons, beyond the highest peaks.
Stands the castle on a hill
Hinterland before me ,raging rivers we must cross
heathen hordes stand before us , but we will not be stopped.
On our heroic journey to the castle on the hill.
In a hidden valley behind the haunted wood
stands the castle on the hill .
Birth place of our ancestors ,the place that we call home.
high walls to keep the heathen's out hearths to keep us warm
all the homely comforts, with amble food and wine
Sat upon a high throne in the huge banqueting hall
sits the high priestess, Nayda
who owns the castle on a hill
comp entry 20042016
You gave gifts of sour grapes, crushing spirit underfoot.
Transforming bitterness to fine sweet wine, I bade you dine with me,
Yet, I feast alone, at the banqueting table tonight.
An assortment of assorted asses assessed antelope antics angelically arranged
A vibrant and charming assortment of periwinkles, mints, truffles, sliced peanut cubes, diced baps, and a haddock basted in creamed lard. Now that must surely be an acronym for an actor but actresses prefer the wafer thin biscuit truffles under a melon spray and the painted opaque plaques of prawns and lettuces. Equilateral is a nice neat swooping swerve arriving at ten past six and ten past six is neither ten talking tents timing tuna steaks and nor is it six mammoths doing a handstand in a bandstand. All heads move then. Move around the garden plates with the trays. Little clinking cups filled with bud dews and sandwich stands to make a speech with the cress microphones and the cheese leads. Fantastically flaming flambés flamboyantly flashing fishes. And a little mouse holding a dish was hopeful to gather some creamed buttoned brie and camembert. But only if attired correctly. Rather swim in a puddle then on the top of a flooded skyscraper thought the pigeon. And the balls of the woolly moths and snails in all the walk in wardrobes worldwide clapped until the predicaments were aligned from the large banqueting buffers. Trains did not attend. And neither did Mr bus. Nor terry toweling tram. Bring the eleven cakes at once to get tote song. And strong is a stem and a steam is a stewing steak. Z representational Z at nineteen bangles booming to twelve aerial photographs of a little seeded bun. Z *** HAHAHA XX Z
A Passing Prayer
Unneeded invites for Thanksgiving Day,
Drafts packed table orbs family buffet,
All arranged for this harmonious time,
Relations grace this exalted pastime.
Year after year, the newborns multiply,
Added tables, chairs, and appended rooms,
Through Heaven's wings, beloved souls now fly,
Shifts to calm talks, those gone and baby booms.
Unique for me, banqueting my household,
My siblings too, host their own family,
Further apart, we feast separately,
Heir's hearts warm of those passed, tears swell unfold.
My children phones, traditions express joy,
The Home food tray cools, o'er my corduroy.
2019 November 12
*3rd Place*
Thanksgiving Memory
~~Regina McIntosh