Best Befriends Poems
I penned a couplet for you today.
Rather, a quill manipulated
my hand and scrawled mendacity.
The misanthrope's who read the ode
applauded with flippers on.
Such insight. Such depth.
Mussolini meets Monet and
the Mephistopheles Mambo mounts.
Call me a scribe and I murder myself.
Call me a liar and I impregnate your charm.
I purposely dislocated my arm today.
Rather, your tongue severed bone
and flesh was torn from my shoulder;
a needed braised boomerang
to stimulate my poetic prowess.
Such clarity. Such wisdom.
Lenin leads Lichtenstein and
the Lucifer Lindy is launched.
Call me a poet and I gnarl my fingers.
Call me a fabulist and I bow to a crooked smile.
A jellyfish swam through my veins today.
Rather, the tentacles of a tyrant
triggered a fabricated Tanka.
Maudlin stumbles when I laugh alone -
more comedic when we cackle together.
Such simplicity. Such compassion.
Bundy befriends Berchtold and
the Beelzebub Bossa Nova begins.
Call me a dramatist and I gag upon reflection.
Call me a simpleton and your wishes are granted.
I solemnly yearn to expire today.
Rather, a fool fires in a fury
and a mannequin lies in his casket.
The curse you've driven towards me -
a combination menu
when a lone Woolf inconspicously
devours a battered Browning.
Such diversity. Such nothingness.
Stalin seduces Seurat and
the Satanic Samba softly swoons.
Call me a parodist and I choke upon perfection.
Call me a realist when I'm sleeping on nails.
Categories:
befriends, introspectionme, me,
Form:
Free verse
I have walked through the seasons of the year,
Summer brings us the warm sunlight,
The beautiful nature portrayed by the calm lake and tall trees,
A swim in the recreational swimming pool.
The exquisite blue jay perched in an evergreen tree,
The flutter of a monarch butterfly.
Sending summer's song to nature,
The cool days of autumn come.
Tall green maple trees,
Tinted by God's sunlight .
Walks by the conservation area,
Squirrels scampering about.
Discovers of the enhanced nature,
The winter's snow ascending slowly.
Each snowflake an intricate pattern,
Blanketing the earth.
All purified by the whiteness of the snow,
Spring comes and the snow melts.
The warm weather arrives,
Cheers us and befriends us.
The blossoming of the buds on the trees,
To welcome us.
God's garden come to life.
What a blessing from the Lord.
Copyright Gwen Schutz
Categories:
befriends, natureautumn, snow, snow,
Form:
Free verse
There's a Good Man just up that hilltop there.
A Good Man,
He loves all children, both the troublemaker and the perfect ones.
He loves the poor and gives them alms and shelter.
He loves the hungry and thirsty, he feeds them and gives them wine.
He loves all who mourn, and comforts them.
He loves the ill and heals them of their ailments.
He loves the peacemakers, and befriends them.
Among these things, this Good Man loves sinners, and he dines with them.
Despite these things, that Good Man is up there on that hilltop, among the thieves and the criminals.
Despite his love for all, he's treated like a murderer, flogged and beaten.
Tortured;
All for his blasphemy.
He was forced up that hilltop against his will,
But never did I see him strike any who condemned him,
Nor did I see him curse all who struck him.
As the beating sun scorned upon the crowd and the Good Man,
No longer carrying his piece of wood upon his back;
His face turns upward, to the sky.
And he calls for Elijah.
Soon, the Good Man dies.
The King of the Jews dies by Roman hands.
As the Good Man dies,
The earth trembles
The sky turns cloudy and blackens out the sun
The winds nearly blows us all on our backside.
Soon, it becomes apparent to all onlookers,
That this man was no Blaspheimer.
The Good Man was the Son of God.
And instead of bowing down to him,
We crucify him.
And so,
I tell you,
On the top of that hilltop,
Dead,
Among the sinners,
Is a Good Man.
A Man who loved all.
A man sent by Elijah and killed by us.
Jesus of Nazareth.
King of the Jews.
Categories:
befriends, bible, blessing, death, heaven,
Form:
Free verse
Benevolent belle,
bounteously brilliant bard,
befriends birds, butterflies,
bard buddies bow, bring ballads,
buttercups, bellflowers bloom,
blithe, bestowing bursting blossoms
brimming bright blessings. ~
Categories:
befriends, appreciation, blessing, dedication, for
Form:
Alliteration
Oh, divine compassion,
You, sibling of love
Helper of kindness
Companion of Goodness
Rescuer of the needy,
I salute you.
-
You are the one who:
The hungry feeds
The homeless shelters
The sick nurses
The lonely befriends, and
The bereaved consoles
For that
Before you, I humbly kneel,
Imploring you to make our hearts
Your earthly domain
And
To transform us into
Charitable giants
For
Our brothers’ sake!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
26 May 2021
Categories:
befriends, heaven, humanity, love,
Form:
Free verse
A few of my favorite things
A few of my favorite things
Looking at paintings of Cezanne Rembrandt Van Gogh and Rodin
thinking of their lives and of their times
of where and when they painted
of why and of who they where with
These are a few of my favorite things
Listening to music of Coplan’s Appalachian spring
Beethoven’s ninth symphony jazz of miles monk colt rain
songs of Dylan chimes of freedom and blowing in the wind
These are a few of my favorite things
Thinking of the past
when Robert Kennedy touched a small black Childs face with a tender
hand and asked if he had eaten that day
and of his speech when he told the crowd king had died and quoted the Greek poet
Aeschylus
even in our sleep pain which cannot forget
falls drop by drop upon the heart
until in our own despair
against our will comes wisdom
through the grace of god
When Joan Baez in Sarajevo during the surge in bullet proof vest
changed places with a street musician Vedran Smailovic who plays a cello in
the public square she takes his place and sings amazing grace
When jimmy carter befriends a little boy Mattie J.T. Stepanek who wrote poetry of just peace and a message of hope in his short time of life
Of the first responders who went fearless into the falling towers to save lives
These are a few of my favorite things
When in the wilderness and mountains peaks or lakes and rivers
seeing wildlife in their habitats amongst the swarms of morphing swallows and sunbeams and rainbows the quite springs and moving tides
and gulls in their nests
These are a few of my favorite things
Sitting in a café with a friend or a quiet walk along the shore
talking about books and ideas of the day
of feelings experiences and such things
of creating something of beauty to share with others
These are a few of my favorite things
Categories:
befriends, allegory, analogy, light, memory,
Form:
Free verse
After dark I feel
The need to be awake
In the forbidden world
The world that shows
Me my mirror
Of hope, despair, glory
A true story
After dark civilization goes to bed
Primitiveness reigns away
The ugly looks beautiful
And all are in unison
Riches and rags
Virgin to whore
We all go through
The same door
After dark the sun retires
The moon prevails
With a thousand blind eyes
One sees it all
One hears it all
Tomorrow?
Denial
After dark sounds sound
Sounder
Louder
Sharper
The dark darkness
Brighter
After dark emptiness befriends
Intoxicating booze
Lighter spirit
Gently infused
Bottled up emotions
The bottle helps …
To confess
Categories:
befriends, angst, confusion, hate, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
A maid, lovely and just as fair,
is a flower, a bloom, afresh
even when no sunshine's o'er there.
In spirit and in youthful flesh,
so magnificent past compare,
she softly glows, with skin so fresh.
With youth and loveliness to find,
she coyly offers no consent;
but with her smiles and trust so blind,
she stirs a restless discontent.
When peeks, and looks, betray her mind,
she befriends me as if we're meant.
Her sweetness, though, sparks a desire,
a lust without wise self-control;
but rule I must, I must, this fire!?
For this maid's a girl, not a doll
to quench and slake my swollen spire,
the squire of my depraved, dark soul.
Categories:
befriends, beauty, conflict, desire, innocence,
Form:
Lyric
For Timothy Lee
Halloween, candy and trick-or-treat,
everyone is joyous, primed to sneak.
Kid’s chatter bubbles up to fill the streets.
They bounce buckets of goodies to eat.
For some these good times will last all week.
Desires to play, romp and pretend
are all things I pray my age never ends.
Halloween, Mother and newborn child,
everyone is joyous, primed to smile.
Infant grows up and fills his known world
with emotional zeal for this lucky girl.
So I double adore Halloween;
the day my love arrived on the scene
to become the man of my sweet dreams.
His birthday and Halloween combine
to grow adored memories love well shines.
Costumes, cake, presents and love most fine
make welcomed joys my gratitude rewinds.
The day may start cranky, needing coffee,
but soon affectionate smiles brim emotion.
I enjoy my indulgent, chocolate devotion
as joy befriends our two-fold celebration.
Categories:
befriends, birthday, celebration, halloween, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
For every month of March in every year
For every month of March in every year
Of course marks days to my renaissance
Refurbishment, metamorphosis, rejuvenation
Every day of my life is never a dearth
Virtues are ample in each of them
Even I befriend and I reciprocally befriends
Revelation, rehabilitation are fine things
Yes that usually surround most of my day
Moment by moment I sense reasons and purposes
Of why precious is my being to this land of living
No matter coma, the what though
Till now that not all envisage comes to pass
Happy I am for those ones that come to pass
Of every month that revolves the year, aside
Full moon counts, is my month of April
Mind loves sharing the joy of half of that month
At least with hearts and eyes that give succor-
Roommates, family members, friends near and far
Comportment in consternation, plus compensation
Have to be my compilation till that day departures
It's in my day, meant to set aside by me
Nay, all day stand and bring the best to me
Even at work that I'll always be occupied by
Visitor's wants and needs, and by colleagues' things…
Elders' summon demanding full attention to their plights
Resting intermittently with siesta and dusk
Yes, all of these are pertinent and need to be orchestrated
You see when I tell you I do have time, not to check time...
Etching some of the things I believe will guest and best me
Anywhere, everywhere ...all times, so long as the world continues to live
Relics too relevant to living -the leader, the lead- will the encomium me be
©3/25/2014.
Categories:
befriends, birth, deep, devotion, history,
Form:
Acrostic
Gripped by a thought
that so provokingly awaits,washed by its fragrance
to be set apart,somehow freed into the distance
crippled alone by the joy it once brought
why is it alone it blossoms into misery?
centered by the wrongfulness of life,during summer does it lay waiting somehow to be cherished
slowly tarnishing by age that befriends its death
forgotten in a pile,where the once awakened turned in their graves
the months a count of the seconds that believed
unknown to the reasons my heart thought,unknown to the shackled being its memory brought
Gripped by a thought
given its identity,has the evidence of its existence that once contained me become hard to remember
soiled by the pain,that so faithlessly became the reason my wings that so innocently protected we have broken
you were the thought that gripped me
beyond the belief of His existence i once thought that the soil from which you were made i was birthed
your rich splendor,the blessing which would vacate my weaknesses
and as the lilies in the pond settled on the surface of which they lay
the memory of you lies forgotten drowning in the lake.
Categories:
befriends, loss,
Form:
Lay
Who am I
My subconscious mind
My subconsciousness towards
reality
Has made the unforeseen truth
Of my unforetold and unfolding
cohesions
To foresee the true identity
To the pivot of the see saw
The uncorrected conflicts
Even though life has been
unkind
Even with life's brutality
Life's constant casualty
Life has become a constant
battle of mystical deformations
It befriends no one
Predomination of mankind
The emancipation of the mind
Have made me who I am
My soul shall burn
To utter the real identity
Life's shattering perceptions
Of whom I should be
I've sinned
I've sinned against myself
Against my soul
Carrying soul triggering
burdens
Defer not for I shall unwrap
The concealed truth
That burns my soul for
I am an equivocator
Who swears in both truths
But shall never equivocate to
heaven.
Categories:
befriends, hurt
Form:
Concrete
Having surpassed the ides of March.
Denounced the the baneful glare.
Yet my grief befriends Sanity.
Doctrine of hate preached from
Pulpits and podiums.
Marathon of the arms race.
Humans of another race are dispensable.
Creation of art in flesh and blood.
My heart is compelled to dwell.
In poems that rhymes life.
In a compassion that flow.
Into a stream of peace and tolerance.
Creating in my mind another alien world.
Categories:
befriends, emotions, march,
Form:
Free verse
Once there was a man called smoke, the great
this fellow changes color for his survival, no heat!
in danger befriends enemy for good!
otherwise got his strong opinions for good!
bloody these good chameleons will rule for sometime!
Categories:
befriends, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Inside of a box there lies a machine
that lies in every home, apartment and residence.
The machine is ubiquitous and used quite often but goes unnoticed
because its very convenient and frees up people's times to play and rest.
The box was a gift of science and a wonderful of man's generosity to humankind.
But the machine can be used for other purposes and can help to re-shape humanity's programming.
Its first protocol besides washing dirty clothing can lead to sensitization.
The box has a voice and can relay messages to the machine because the box is wired with stealth and highly technical hard science.
The box first message says that people's minds are dirty and the machine may help clean them too.
The box second message says that people are bad, really bad and that the machine can not clean them.
The box third message says to the people you must agree with me that you are without hope and redemption.
The people doubt their own identity and don't know what normal is anymore.
The people doubt their own identity and rush to the stores to buy hand sanitizer, toilet paper and bleach.
The people turn on each other and socially distance themselves from friends are enemies and enemies are their best friends.
The box fifth message says to the people that I may relent and can save you
but who is against me and who is for me.
The box is very clever and befriends the people as a Savior and tells the people to confess their dirt and sins.
The box sixth and seventh and eight message says to the people that guilt is good and releasing guilt sets them free.
The box ninth message say to the people that if you really want to that you can choice to be good and that you too can embrace our way of thinking.
The box and the people tenth message to the world is that we are good and that their is no right or wrong but we are One and that we are the new order.
Categories:
befriends, art, community, computer, dark,
Form:
Free verse