Best Bearer Poems
Unorthodox, this water- bearer rules,
an Aquarian god moody yet calm in the
face of persistent winds…his pail of wine
gushing on mouths of February streams,
like an outpour into first night’s cycle
of unpredictable moves, reigning like
a prince-in-waiting, this heir
from brazen garnet stars:
Oh, his vision is light years ahead of time;
breaking from clasps of tradition,
his maverick streaks defy life's norms
and while he dives into a crest of independence,
fool he is for needing warmth and affection.
Yet,a blend of hermit's pride and gentleness
dares the element of air to brew a storm,
then romances the lusty sea of love in a flash...
pray tell, how can one define a mystery?
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Brian Strand's Contest No 214
I am what you call a bearer of the "caul"
I was born with a veil that covered my face
It's supposed to be a sign of many things
For me this caul has given me the future
It is not something I can control
These things I see or feel
Sometimes they just overwhelm
I'm brought down to my knees
It's when they're strong and frighten me
I don't know where to turn
I know I'll sound quite insane if I share
The feelings of gloom that pain me so
But every now and then, I get a hint
From one close and dear,that shares the caul
Of something coming near
We do not have to say or explain the feelings
In our heads
We know by now it's from the caul
That wields and shares its doom
I never know exactly when or where
The tragedy will occur
Only feel the emotions that each event procures
It becomes a albatross I carry round my neck
This gift I was born with,Foresees fear and death
I wish I wasn't the one to carry this cross
It's knowledge is not of hope just misery and loss.
Through grass heft casket white
where green waits to swallow hard
the dreams of lovers and friends.
On a day the wind bullied clouds
skirts waved goodbye over bended knee
of hurt prayer and plea.
I saw the one whom knew
what none above could:
Peace.
Into my mind, a muse is wont to slip.
Capriciously she comes to visit me.
She brings exotic wine that I might sip.
I then reanimate with poetry.
She glides on tiny noiseless slippered feet
to catch me unaware by night or day,
and swiftly I imbibe her liquid sweet,
for never do I know how long she’ll stay!
Too well I know before I’ve had my fill,
the drink shall be withdrawn. She’ll leave my head,
and when she’s fled, my brain grows cold and still.
I clutch the verses left me in her stead.
Forevermore, I pray, may I be graced
by her who bears the wine I long to taste.
He carries a jar, full of water;
water that no one knows its source!
He pours water as he stands beyond
the stars, as Pisces, the twin fish, continue
to rule over their astrological reign
on Earth.
Just like their predecessor, Aries,
they will end their astrological reign,
when water from the Water
Bearer’s jar reaches Earth.
Marianne (Bearer of Tricolour)
Marianne; the Goddess of Liberty and bearer of Tricolour,
Triumphant French Republic revolutionary figure,
Evokes solidarity with breasts exposed and barefooted;
Wearing a Phrygian cap and armed with a bayonetted musket.
Personifier of liberty and reason for the French citizen,
Symbolizing wife, mother, and emancipated feminist.
From atop dead Parisians she leads victory’s charge;
« En avant les citoyens, la guerre n'est pas finie:
Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité; la démocratie prévaudra ! »
("Onward citizens, the war is not over:
Liberty, Equality, Fraternity; democracy will prevail!")
“Sing! Let ‘La Marseillaise’ reverberate throughout France!”
Le 14 juillet, la Fête Nationale (Bastille Day, the 14th of July);
« Vive le libre France! » ("Long live free France!")
I serve with my heart, all
Your mountain must not fall
We meet servant and master
To run forward the faster
Your goal clearly defined
Mine too more refined
Leader and follower united now
To testify of forgiveness, the how
Why this unlikely pair?
Cause of a God just and fair
I serve before kings
Who drink of your wisdom things
I was a vessel empty, then
Now filled with your ken
They drink it in very slowly
The cupbearer thought he was most lowly
He carries a jar, full of water;
water that no one knows its source!
He pours water as he stands beyond
the stars, as Pisces, the twin fish, continue
to rule over their astrological reign
on Earth.
Just like their predecessor, Aries,
they will end their astrological reign,
when water from the Water
Bearer’s jar reaches Earth.
Kinshala =
It is not merely a question
of Time,
not just a fragment of tangent
rhyme
but a sincere sensation -
an internal oration,
of angels old and knew
who upon meeting you
blew the truth of trumpets
in my tingling ears,
to announce their overjoy
that I have searched for years....
So Kinshala, Kinshala
(I must twice repeat)
for when my heartfly flutters nearby
It doth often skip a beat,
Claiming nervous erratic clamor,
for
You've broken my heart free
with a soul hammer,
allowing Kinshala inside
where You now, and forever
reside...
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and on thoughts that co exist:
let me now start a list,
of daydreams and brilliant reveries
I have wondered in the trees
of knowledge in yr eyes,
(impossible to surmise)
for you haven't left my head
though when asleep
(or if stone dead)
Kinshala yr soul I keep
in worlds, in words ingrained
(unreality to explain),
for
when hearing the voice of wisdom...
She is echoing yr name....
So eloquently
I delivered the bad news
She really cried
Russell Sivey
I come to your class,you put your head up and I ask you again
to"come here"I even showed you the note in my hand
but you shook your head 'no' and said you wasn't coming
That's when my heart flooded like a drain that needs plumbing
I walked away with my head down,because down was my soul
Cast down by your rejection into a pit of the unknown
Throwing the flame that burns me now,you don't even care
You laugh at my ruin,you put gasoline on my flare
You made me what I am now,a monster you've created
So now you're destroying your creation,so lonely so hated
The bearer of my doom,the nightmares that I fear
The bearer of the torch that created the flames I wear
I thought you liked me but I know now that I was wrong
By the sound of your laughter like one of hell's songs
I cry tears of emptiness but that will never help
extinguish the combustion of emotions I have felt
That will never extinguish the fire in my soul and mind
The bearer of the torch throwing your flames to find
out how long it takes for them to swallow me up
and scorch me,blaze me until I've had enough
When friends and loved ones promise, they'll always be there for you.
Intentions are well with sincere hearts, but friends have problems too.
When life's issues seem to take control, and you're feeling all alone.
Our God sits high, yet He looks low, remember He's still on the throne.
For God is a problem solver, and your burdens He'll help you to bear.
Cast ALL your cares and sorrows on Him, and leave your troubles there.
We held a lady in our arms
She was the highest in the land
We felt her cloth against our cheek
Her closeness in our hand.
We held that lady in our arms
She was the silent of us all
We took her down the longest walk
Flanked by soldiers tall.
If we live to oldest years
And on, until our death
Never will we forget
We held our Queen, Elizabeth.
I once had a light, so bright And yet so splendid, that Darkness abhor and hated The light. for it exceed Human strength and the will The will to survive . so the Day came when darkness became Restless, and decide to Devour the light. as darkness began to Pound upon the light, the light begin To diminish. as darkness was About to bring the bearer To its knees. The bearer Soon became aware of the Greatness he has within so He arouse from the ground,And dispelled the darkness From his presence. regaining All he had lost and most of All hope.
Atmosphere peers in as witnessed guide
Playing silent the light a curse of the eye
Distant drum beats,
blood keeping time as the encampment
machines turn
Seer flips an hourglass
measuring the polarity and equity of the fall
Deserters, heads filling the holes increments
of inclement, cement ed dissent of traitorous mole,
ducking tale, tucking trail
motions of churn, taken the asundered call
Into the pit of dry foaming foment
to take the moments from one and all
The sconses lick hungrily at an invisible crevace
beyond the wall
As if to escape the dire situation
Dancing shadows mocking with the flame
Threats to soot on, even urning to you
hieroglyphic mummified remains of the blame
An operative to take the walls
as an agent of willed imagery,
with intent effigy chasing
Voodoo, if self placing, if only in symbology
it signs its name,
yours it seeks erasing
Sways like an imbecile to the drums
that roll on chTantric Seasoning
Chancing luck, diced to taste, the only salvation
Old Men milk the ink and the pages complain
of the hurried-station, airy, brash, the callous flap
But still there to give their credence credulity
and their backs
Thick the cool salve over the eye
Nor reap the fruit of the Harvester
Be not a Mothers bag pulled dry
While the challenge is chalice ready, epic, nigh
The Standard bears the last stand
with royal severity, the last strand of the integrity
Walk the great halls, echo
that Nativity
That takes the line with Authority