Best Becometh Poems
Tribute To The Memory Of John Keats
Child of the storm-swift Hermes, lithe and strong
To Trojan tumult, had the gods thus willed,
They gave thee one short year of riper song
And more melodious than ever filled
The heart of youth; they gave thee power to build
A noble altar for thy offering
Amid the heedlessness that had long chilled
True poesy, true souls that fain would sing.
And thou, from depths of silent agony,
Hast left unto the world such rich bequest
Of love's own loveliness that thy last rest
Becometh as the soul's own sanctuary
To all that long have learnt of thee to wear
Sun-raiment in the shadowy House of Care.
R.J. Lindley
Sept. 9th 1975
Categories:
becometh, art, dedication, deep, judgement,
Form:
Classicism
These mouths of laugh
these traps of many
these winds as peas,
they grow;they are tall.
These fools to smiles
these miserable men of ham;
these slings of love
they fail;they are frail.
These fair feet;adorned
these skins of cherubs;rare
these sparks of peace,
they come;they go.
These rivers of soil
these soils of mud
these rocks are flakes
they sink not;they sail.
But yet even the emblem of love
becometh but fragile
even the light that was but:
dawns to darkness
so the joy is as a rock
In a sling it goes up hither;
but sooner falls.
These drains of sadness
these moments;but few
these peaks of joy
they;intense but brief.
These sobs of annoyance;
these moons at graves
these blues are silent,
they whisper;they are meek.
These lilies are not flowers
these twigs but roses
these;there fragrance
they enlighten;they are life.
These mountains of prophets
these seas of glass,
these heights of love,
they work no ill;they are joy.
These peaks of laugh
these deep winds,
these rare bushes of gloom,
they burn;it's passion.
-The end-
Categories:
becometh, life,
Form:
Ode
My veins now spill forth scarlet waters,
Rent by serrated silver teeth.
Like Her breast sinewed all life,
Fervoured my wrist, when She jilted me...
Repleted by once Her love;
Now became Death, a nocturnal drapery...
"My Goddess What didst Thou to me,
Lust priapic to Thine ardent ****?''
A sylph bewinged like an Angel,
That withered love infected me...
A morbid plume falling from grace,
The celestial eye ebonied.
"My Love; Doth thou not want me?
Hath I becometh a Daemon?"
...
No...
this blooded brine, mortal wine,
this etch on my pale canvas.
is nothing more but a single sign,
To pain's anathema,
-yet you my love...
Will nascent from my blood,
and be robed in ether cardinal...
My suicide, although it's sin
Will leave you happy with akin.
My body was a tumour around my soul,
but waning life, will take control...
Categories:
becometh, dark, death, depression, emo,
Form:
Free verse
https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/plague-presence
Planetary conjunction, behold catastrophe, o’ trembling earthquake
Afore thy outbreak, for terror has struck – omens of bad luck
Of rats aboard large ships of trade
Black Death, Black Sea, what becometh thee?
Rain of fire be seen, plague-ridden body on board
We have reached thy port, yet to attest, how plague affects
Swelling glands, pain of anguish, rats be driven away!
Your mere presence has brought such decay
As we whip, thy iron-tip, our atonement for sin
Carvened Danse Macabre
Such an illusion – dissolutions thee
Charms of protection, a defensive guard
Twas written, twas seen
O’ comet, striker of the sky, what do you signify?
Pepys can testify
Anger from above, epidemic take hold
Wagons rumble o’er cobblestones
Familiar cries, threepence my dear
Our streets form an open sewer, coins in vinegar, avid memoir
O’ do not tarry, empty thy cesspit
O’ waste
Watchers in haste
Yet beyond the square, our city of London, along the Thames
Statistics ever-rising – bills of mortality
Your curing touch, King healeth thee
O’ silent city, cross be marked
Doors marked red, as peoples fled
Orders for health, examine, oversee, Royal Society
Even physicians flee
Of herbs and spices, no cure for thee
A fire, so great as broken out, thy plague wiped out
As events unfold, we shall retain control
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Categories:
becometh, children, history,
Form:
Free verse
As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he.
So is the he that a man thinketh
and becometh
as perishable
corruptible
dialogues infinite and resistant.
Universal universe spreads open
nonexistent legs to reveal the womb of creation.
Birth comes to ideas
and desires manifest
before and with
the blades of grass
on desert sands.
All to bow before mountains
formed before monkey-men
glimmered in her All-Seeing Eye.
Who dares to free the Jinn
from its eternal abode?
For man's mere whim,
she concedes and grants
all that the blood pump
could ever
would ever
desire.
As a man thinketh so is he.
All that is
all will ever be
and begins in the sparking,
invisible,
imagination of meat and bone,
dust and stone
doing apache summersaults.
Categories:
becometh, change, life, universe,
Form:
Fabric of the universe,
has weaved all within it's nature
upon looms from spindles,spinning wheels
beginning with a single thread........
Connecting all in purposeful suit
appropriate uniformity
serving one,to serve the all
the whole now luminosity.....
Somehow...the thread becometh loosen
and pulled unraveling many,
like spinning tops in chaotic spin
disorder now a plenty....
Must reattach our common thread
and rid the hatred violent dread
swathing patchwork fabric mend
bring everlasting peace to head.......
Categories:
becometh, life, mystery, nature, universe,
Form:
Free verse
~La' Luna De' Morte'~
As an scarlet blush,shadows th' land crim'...
She steals sting of death,with 'stonishing splendor
Beaut~full n' ablaze,her ambience flows in wake
Lighting th' air crisp,with her spark'nd kindled kiss
Comforting n' calm,she affords festive delight
Gath'rings 'round her pyres,her children gleam a'glow
Joy~fill'nd laughter,emits gaiety from their pleasance
Swaddled in her aura,'ven th' gloom'd come a'glee
Sweetly n' sound,becometh slumber in her night
Though th' amorous' desires,are th' more frequent for wait
For of Eros' myrrh,she is saturately immersed
Th' senses of her seduction,soothing to feral 'volve
Wholly loyals 'cept her due,ceaselessly crave her 'rrival
When her departure cometh,we lay yearn'd of next loom
Awaiting th' Mother's daughter,so lavish'ly arrayed
An 'ticipated nativity,none comparing so of...
...An Autumn's Full Reap'ng Moon!
~AZAZA~'09
Categories:
becometh, dedication, devotion, nature, passion,
Form:
Ode
What natural
Is, tell!
The hawk in tabloid swoop did boast –
Whose sweetened-toil doth but
Stink, becometh it
A merry-menu nutriment.
The floods and the woods
Of their own stead in silent-words
– As a sentry –
Sendeth but a sober plea of a loyal peasantry
O, Nature! Creator! – all alludeth in an apogee
To Thy apanage and earnestly giveth plaudit unto Thee.
The swallow withal doth cheerfully
Gather and spin the straw ready to build wholly
Her empire of great tutelage;
And with her brethren bridally liveth in that age
Of diligent generation, in Thee fully hid
And given to lead like a kid.
What is more natured
Than a frog or toad in water plodded and nurtured?
His severe and heedless howl showeth his joy
To tell that: silent in a grave he shalt be a toy!
And the squirrel the jungle quire bustleth from
Tree to tree defiant of mortal wisdom.
A colossal splendour standeth
Thine sun, whose domain the day standeth;
Withal the moon’s comity: Thou, to her appal,
Bestoweth Thine night colonel –
Both but enlisteth in Thine countless soldiers of stars
Thine extol they effuseth like showers.
No less for praise, joineth the beasts –
In the homes so in the forests!
At peace in war as an influenza, Thine honours –
Man, Thine effigy, intellect and genius, in his hours
Extendeth through the gross of polity
Concurring with each command of Thine policy.
O, the fish speaketh of Thine glory, ingenious!
This inferred from a noisy-silence of her fins;
For she scorneth the indigent effort
Of the fisher whose labour won doth him hurt;
Yet, both creatures in many a varied way
Inditeth for posterity great praises that for Thee doth stay.
Yes, the clouds and the firmaments
Oceans, rivers, seas: all waters in constant movements
Doth in harmony with man and beasts
Arrayed in silent-noisy feasts
Shower in mysterious mirth
Thine glory from endless history and myth.
Yet, I behold the ineffable work bestowed on me;
My limbs, they moveth to second Thine decree!
My eyes, no exception indeed
To the law of my being, so splendid
Are those commands for me safely to live
Tho’ many infamous beings abound to strive!
Categories:
becometh, dedication
Form:
I am the fallen one, one casted away,
A reminant of a broken promise
Man shakled for one dying wish,
My vissicitudes haunt me everytime
The sound of those blazing drums,
I heard the music mystifies us all,
Saves a man from a Fall,
The strings are being pulled and the chorus chants,
The melody which melts us all,
I heard music has power: To cure and transform
I am still the same; The Man with a broken promise
Caught in the realmn of this heaven and earth
My body becometh the prison of my soul
I am a composer, A composer in oblivion – Looking
Looking, for the soundtrack to my escape.
Categories:
becometh, devotion, education, faith, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
Somewhat outstandingly
millennial absurdism
Is Seen’d slowly
Drownin’ towns;
& townes’ there’ness,
May’be
Forever’ly mere’d,
—-
hungry Frenetic wild dogs roam-
ING;
Thirst, unquenchable.
&
Thas’ workingly blue homosexual
Humanoid thingies’ living IN,
& Cherry blossoming IN,
kings X
(& already some of k’s\X rabble)
(So-so) townspeople
have despoiled)
FROM THEIR’
(childlike attributes,).
—-
Modern revolutionistik’ think’rs:
Black-skinned-bleached-white’.
White-skinned-blackened-mentality’.
—-
(Labours untouched’dd-ness &
Less talented’ly withe onward
Revolving sun’s,
Brittle’d fingertips
Neon-eye’d,
Multiple faced,
&
A billion tongues’
Withe reasons why.
“Blonde trumpet ringin’ thoudly;
Across EV!’erythin-G!!
A-rousing unflatter-y
Inst’
THE tribe of the bluest
-FAKE kind’d lips’.>
> Whost’ are the village of the green--purple half hair’d
Un-socked honey Dew, d liveateer’s.
&
(All are friendly amongst;
tillst’ A
Differential thought
is, a, borne.)
—-
Their sombre complexities befoul
Themst’ Olde’ tech-intolorable-temple’d N’ thy self’s
Of AN entwined concrete society
And it’s “Now” flaethering
correct-ism’s.
—-
Harshest-safety-ness
Needed the most now
More then ev’r
—-
(And then)
War will be us!~
Opened A’rms!-
& too!
Limbs shall fall’
What would’st be great decisions
for the different-colour’d-natives?
&
Wouldst thine
brothers of
OUR
enemies flesh cutoff bloodlines!?
TRAITOR’ing they’s own soil&sea
& mumma’s?
to drive a salty sword insto’ they’s
Own essence!!?
Would’st OUR free-worlds empire reign onst’ an eternal myre?
& WOULDST rationality (beautifully it is, so-so’)
Become re-equipped.’
Whenst’ our infinitely
Circling evolution’Y’s
Becometh thIs pointe
Again?
•Maybe NOt•
Categories:
becometh, anger, angst, appreciation, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
In Foolishness,
Man conceiveth wisdom and gets rapture in arena
Where wonders of science and refinement are exhibited.
A man young is deemeth foolish to love a woman who
Before, hath given her palm wine to another man, but wise
For a young woman to marry an old ‘big man’ she doth not love.
A man foolishly taketh the woman who hath my heart with her
And foolishly I taketh her back when she cometh to me; And
Men sayeth, foolish! because it doth not conform, like this line.
Foolish the words of Christ seemeth to orthodox minds
That a man is the hero, who becometh a scapegoat of life.
Solomon! thou dinneth not with smart people of this earth; See
Thy whole life contraveneth the norm of devout, cultured men.
Thank thee Lord! Thou alone knowest my foolishness best,
For in foolishness, is the happy redemption I striveth to win.
Categories:
becometh, character, crazy, earth, judgement,
Form:
Sonnet
By: Inking Al'Kallio and Ellen Brown
Shall painful pleasures be the tune?
Tune to which our love dances?
Oh! how your blows has becometh the fuel,
that drives me on to beautiful bruises.
I thought it was all Love at first.
A love that can never be broken.
Now it has turned to a painful test.
Love is gone, all I feel is pains through blows taken.
As each blows caresses my body,
beautiful mark of tears threads.
Was this all in your love embedded?
How long will I endure this joyful sadness
But summer shall roll up winters pains.
I shall smile again or that I think.
Categories:
becometh, anti bullying, anxiety, depression,
Form:
Sonnet
In the business of God
where He is Chief Almighty LORD
perfect Boss, surpassing all best practices
we are sure of a win-win synergy, verily reigning
while we yield to His wisdom of heavenly paradigm
beyond world class status toward ministerial endeavour
reaching-out the next generation with love and care framework.
Upon biblical mission-vision-goals
along divine proactive operationalization
through the optimum power of the Holy Spirit
our servant-heart, faith-propelled mindset prioritizes
eternal values against temporal analysis-paralysis, so sickening
triumphing over ailing reality check, guarded by angelic task force
to stay serenely joyous, going forward in sharing the Gospel* of salvation.
*Philippians 1:27 Only let your conversation be as it becometh the gospel of Christ: that whether I come and see you, or else be absent, I may hear of your affairs, that ye stand fast in one spirit, with one mind striving together for the faith of the gospel.
August 25, 2021
1st place, "Buzzword Bingo" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by John Anderson; judged on 8/30/2021.
Categories:
becometh, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Free verse
Hear ye hear ye o vainglorious creatures
This day have I weighed thine lives in measures
Know ye not thine retinue will not last?
And all becometh old as of the past?
Repent ye of thine evil ways this day
For it cometh soon to an end - mine stay.
For of nothing but debris art thou made
To it thou surely returneth someday.
Categories:
becometh, anger,
Form:
Blank verse
Duty bound,intensified labor
overburdened yokes endured
as must,to not fall out of favor
our light becometh rest,assured
Strength of spirit,brightly glows
troubled times our feet will show
but,in the end,you have to know
new beginning for your flow
The mighty tested,evil bested
honor bestowed amongst the trusted
staying true to self,self wealth
loving gold is true natures health.....
Categories:
becometh, devotion, passion, peace,
Form:
Free verse