Best Bc Poems
B.C. has been the acronym applied
for all events before out dear Lord’s birth.
Who knew another god would change the tide
and wield a power of great global worth?
To what do I refer? Or have you guessed
the god to which we each now bow our head?
No matter our religion, all are blessed
with this thing vital as our daily bread.
It took away the jobs of common men
and gave new jobs to geeks. You now must know
this god of our new world, who loves all sin
as well as good, has nothing it won’t show!
I think “Before Computers” seems a way
to say A.D. became a new B.C.
Now things have changed so much that I would say
that my own past is ancient history!
Before Computers, life was not so fast,
and even in the 90’s I could keep
abreast of news and make my free time last.
High-tech today both makes me thrill and weep!
More time for family, a slowed down pace,
more time for God; I weep for things we’ve lost.
yet thrilled am I to see the human race
now bonding. But we do it at what cost?
Our children growing lazy, rude, and fat
and less connected, addicts to a phone!
To play outside. . . . Do you remember that?
B.C. meant doing more things on your own.
With jobs, our kids and all our lives at stake,
we now embrace our new computer age,.
Omitting our true God is the mistake
that might well do us in; we must be sage!
Recall the values getting left behind
as into this computer age we cruise.
Look back to decades past and you will find
B.C. had greatness that we must not lose.
For Deb's Contest (B.C. = Before Computers)
Categories:
bc, computer-internet, god, time, computer,
Form:
Quatrain
THE BATTLE OF THERMOPYLAE - A SPARTAN DEATH WISH - 480 BC
300 Spartans or hoplites , the truly heroic
The loyal and totally patriotic,
Were ordered to fight to the death,
And To their very last breathe!
King Leonidas had to stop the Persian
Army and King Xerxes from capitulating
Athens, but these 300 strong
Were hopelessly outmatched, so wrong.
In addition, a traitor was lurking around,
Ephialtes knew he could find common ground
With Persia’s King Xerxes, Ephialtes wanted money
King Xerxes a conclusive win, a thought that wasn’t sunny!
Ephialtes, a Judas, told the Persians about the pass
To go around the mountain and surprise
The Greeks from the back.
Ephalites led them for he had the knack!
King Xerxes sent his 10000 “immortals” on this mission,
Xerxes himself put this mission into commission!
Puzzling however, is that King Leonidas knew,
The Persians were coming, yet ordered the hoplites to stay,
And the supporting army to go away,
Was this a deliberate act of self sacrifice, for an oracle
Appeared, which confirmed that should King Leonidas die,
And his honest, loyal soul soar to the sky,
Sparta would not be destroyed, and another interpretation
Was that King Leonidas wanted to give them time to escape,
Which they did. The 300 Spartans left fought
Bravely until each one dropped and they became naught!
And what happened to our notorious,
Traitor, Ephialtes – in Greek his name
Means nightmare,
Welcome nowhere, surely that’s fair!
The Battle of Thermopylae, the bravery of King Leonidas
Together with his 300, brave, strong and determined
Hoplites have contributed to a beautiful and rich history,
But the mystery
Remains, why did they choose to stay and die, instead of
Getting up to leave,
Abandoning families that would surely grieve.
The battle of Thermopylae took place in August 480 BC,
A great historical era, to which only the Spartans had the key!
Categories:
bc, august, soldier,
Form:
Rhyme
You, my beloved;
Stars inspire to sway and move in the day
Those hours which happiest till our feeble age
Glimmer of pearls trickle and drip on silk;
A rhythmic rouse through billows of cream milk
Pendulous amber stipule path, weaving
Warm champagne beams, on ruffle berth leaving
Darkness of an abandon mid-night moon,
Gloom bands standing fields and wood-fill life swoon
You, my beloved;
Stars inspire to sway and move in the day
Those hours which happies till our feeble age
Fragrant firmament then forgotten ours;
Liquescent hands reaching for the fixed stars
Curled up to the world's eld averting gaze,
To pluck the ripened unearth passion blaze
A glitter of amorous scene of warmth
Nor fading heaven, wake no bounds fruit worth
3/8/2020
Poetry Contest: Picture Prompt
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
Categories:
bc, love,
Form:
Lyric
This one town never knows gas pump shock,
with no windows or gas caps to lock.
Fred and Barneys' fast feet
move that crate down the street,
so, no smoke or no smog in ..Bedrock.
Categories:
bc, imagination, parody, places
Form:
Limerick
The me B.C. was not too worried where her food came from,
and never did I ever think that one day I would fight
advice of some oncologists who were more wrong than right.
I'm stronger now; the me Before Cancer was kind of dumb!
Aug 20, 2019
Writing Challenge 2, August 2019- Enclosed Rhyme
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Categories:
bc, cancer,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
When things seem to lose all proportion
And disagreements become the notion
Misunderstandings, (“He said,…she said”)
Differences, righteousness, (Oh, dread!)
It helps to use some D-C…perhaps a friendly motion
To head off the flack, (as Damage Control)
It may seem absurd, a need to play the role
But, the mediator, the even keel,
A level head, has great appeal
In case of attack, (whatever it be)
When some are offended…by facts they can’t see
Or if some feel the right, when they strongly disagree
With what others think, or what others may believe,
To bash them or harass them,
Let us turn on A-C !
To cool down the heat, and clear the air free!
Not to say, we don’t have the right,
To B-C our news....
Just as long as we broadcast without such abuse
We were born with a B-C…written to claim
Signed by our parents, and given our name.
It gives us the right, to live in this land
To worship our own God, to live hand in hand
Whatever our faith, or what we decree
I hope we can be proud, on the day we take leave
When our D-C is printed, declaring desceased…
Let us hope we have honored, a life filled with peace
__________________________________________________________________
DC = damage control
AC = air conditioning
BC = broadcast
BC = birth certificate
DC = death certificate
Categories:
bc, introspection, people, philosophy, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
Words were not enough to explain the ancient stories that came before,
Beyond the slightest imagination of what took place during times of mixed truths,
Written by those who were lucky to read and write.
Decided before time seemed to matter,
belonged a vague cave illustration about right and wrong.
Lost in-between translations
from Egyptians to jews,
paintings within the cave only there to amuse.
In hidden language between the lines that rise the whole truth.
The pyramids built on the labor of slaves,
proves hard work and sacrifice shall forever remain.
Writings on the wall from tombs to public bathrooms,
proves most opinions expressed is nonsense that's not true
Categories:
bc, art, beauty, confidence, conflict,
Form:
Prose
Two seamen sought to sail the sea
to see the seething sea, you see.
This could have happened in B.C.
but no — they saw the modern sea.
In 2023 A.D.
the sea was like the sea B.C.
which is unlike the CBC
with no connection to the sea
but somewhat like the BBC
which does resemble the B.C.
without the extra C., you see?
I see.
Categories:
bc, funny, humorous, ocean, sea,
Form:
Rhyme
Remember when you were a fleeting thought?
Back when your smile was unremarkable?
Your ocean eyes not yet part of the plot?
Before your name caused that unconscious beam?
And now I let you go, you haunt my dreams.
I look far and wide to avoid your blue.
Each curve I touch I bend to the extremes.
I chuck my headphones to flee ragtime tunes.
And now I have a new one in your spot -
A hockey boy. No scintilla of you
Nor your song. He's cute and kind like he ought.
He even loves that game you never liked.
So... care to bring me up to speed with you?
Haha... forgot I am a ghost. What's new?
Categories:
bc, boy,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Lunars or Luna Roman Moon Goddess
I, Lunars, whose bio-influences,
Control the power to ease in childbirth,
I am the Roman goddess of the moon,
The inspirator of your romances.
Chaos is the god of the constant void,
I, Lunars, forever changing, -- attune,
Induce tiredness, then sleep without a peep,
My chariot moves moon, Chaos annoyed.
I, the patron of femininity,
My human consort chose forever sleep
I can regulate your clairvoyances,
I have the skill to masque reality.
I can make a hole in your illusion,
I proffer your dreams and intuition,
I can help you start your psychic vision,
I, goddess Lunars, an institution.
2020 February 23
*2nd Place*
Picture prompt
~~Brenda Chiri
Rhyme Scheme;
abca, dced, feaf, hhhh,
Howmanysyllables;
16 lines x 10 syllables per = 160 syllables total
Categories:
bc, mythology, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
YOU thought god had changed
given his son to forgive us all
no god is still violently destroying mankind
abusing our tiny souls with his power
we are operating on strictly BC frequencies
babylon shall fall
i cannot see the point of it all
Categories:
bc, abuse,
Form:
Alliteration
B.C.
Before Christ walked the planet,
Civilization’s rose and fell,
Pyramid pics show a light bulb,
Underground and lighted well,
Batteries from ancient Iraq,
Are in the worlds museums,
Cataract surgery, done before the Romans,
So we had to learn it soon.
Power sources of the crystal,
Vibration have we at the core,
All of life vibrates, the mystical,
Tuaoi stone was one power source.
might it still be in the triangle,
used for directing ancient Aeroplane's ,
Submarine's followed yes, its angle,
centuries now in the great abyss.
Spirit is our natural state,
On this physical earth adventure,
When death comes it’s out the gate,
Take another childbirth censure?
4-Aug-11
Categories:
bc, adventure,
Form:
Rhyme
I had a dream I held the Moon
It fell down from the sky,
And oh it was so beautiful
Tears welled in my eyes.
More beautiful than all the stars
Now the Moon was mine,
In my hands I watched it glow,
I held the divine.
In my dream I looked up
And all the stars were crying,
For without the shining Moon
The Milky way was dying.
I realised that it was theirs
It was not mine to keep,
So I cast it to the sky
Then I began to weep.
In the morn a crescent Moon
Was smiling down at me,
I smiled right back at it,
For I had set it free.
Entry for
Picture prompt Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brenda Chiri
23/2/2020
Categories:
bc, dream, moon,
Form:
Rhyme
On an ancient sea cave wall appeared a drawing,
of a tribal leaf clad pair awash with eros.
Fingers, hearts and hands in swirling patterns,
chronicle their wonder world enchantment.
Deep blue eyes that eerily engage,
another’s longing send a shiver.
Red tinted headdress overblown,
tingling charcoal member’s sensual form.
Creepy atmospherics, hollow sounding echoes,
phantom drip-drop puddles only,
whet my sense of wonder.
Goose pimples from the union of another age,
mills and boon back dated,
mirror on the past beyond imaginings,
well outside the compass,
of our gadget-ridden zeitgeist.
Me, unshrinking era gazer peered,
for other clues and likely plots.
Happily a haunting ever after caught my eye
(translated)-
“This picture tells a story for all time.
Our secret lies within the lines we scrawl.”
NB Reflections on a civilisation that has passed.
Categories:
bc, beautiful, fantasy, feelings, first
Form:
Prose Poetry
A platform for the budding artists
With incentives and rewards amidst
Holding the morale higher forever
Through its encouraging manner
Weekly a verse makes a difference
Like drops making mighty oceans
Let’s undertake the Mission NASA
And start versing in a way spectra
Indebted I’m to this Poetry Team
For their coveted reward in teem
Extending my gratitude to the panel
For bestowing me the honour novel
We participants being plus hundred
Will surely gift verses two per head..!!
Categories:
bc, angel, appreciation, art,
Form:
Couplet