Best Beginnings Poems
We hadn't planned his birth like this...
Taking breaths as I was taught,
the pain dissolved my gallant front
and tears have come from eyes squeezed shut
I heard a voice unlike my own
The room is filled with some concern
I groan, the doctor takes a turn
Quick-fire decision, a swift incision
... a tug, a void,...a cry... a baby born..
The next several hours are a bit of a blur
until everything clears, alone in my room
on sterilized sheets, too stiff, too sleek,
too fragrant of bleach, to think about sleep.
Suddenly, all I can think about is mother
and how different it was for her,
especially, since her young husband was so far away
This miracle I bore, as soft as fine silk,
with tiny closed fists, rose-petal nails
fills me with joy, with relief, I am filled
with a deep pang of grief
for a long ago thief
I can feel the connection, mixed joy, and compassion
I'm bathed in the scent of my brand new beginning ......
But my thoughts stream back to a time long ago
to a hope that ended that I've been told
My mother in bed, after losing her first....
So young, in her bed, without child,........ bleeding red
from the war that she fought, while my Dad fought his own
I cry tears all alone.... for the grief that she owned
as I cherish the breath.....of this babe on my breast
The circle of life, starts with birth .....sometimes, death
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3/14/14
Contest: A Hundred In a Row
Sponsor: PD
written on time’s page
with finite syllables of dust
he spelled my heritage
from earth to sky
along an umbilical line of faith
we fluttered from the lips of fingers
fully form for purpose
written on an invisible calculus
that bring monarchs where birth mark lingers
and salmons somersaulting sluice and streams
turtles, penguins, and herons white wings
netted in design with nested tabula rasa mind
I have an argument
against the beginning begotten from a bang
before atom or element
I have an argument against force and natural laws
at work without mass or embodiment
for embryonic gravity or forces weak or strong
I have an argument
that the singularity could not become more than fragment
of energy again if a single atom explode
its forces flocking away from fusion
for energy fission to explode
a theory
flimsy as spiders web
dethroning my majesty gulped
in primeval slime unlinked history from love
minimizing the particular time of our becoming on ships
that met the stagnant eyes of swampy thoughts … shuddering
in vain
the whip cracks louder than pain -
and on our black blistered backs … crumbling
soils in desertification threw some syllables skywards for mercy
starvation winds with sickle clouds of rain
they lie again ... leaving us without inheritance
for all our labors, lost, and grievance
what bang can buck the strain
and bring us broken souls to glory again?
FROM HUMBLE BEGINNINGS
As the bitter Northern wind howled in the grey early morn,
Sat a young child half frozen, looking sad and forlorn,
He came from a rundown broken home, with 6 siblings,
Where there was little money, no hope and poor beginnings.
Rob always sat on the same flat rock in a nearby littered field,
Not dressed for the biting winter, and his body to shield,
Sat aimlessly, blankly gazing at coal trucks driving by,
Tears rolling down his grubby cheeks, he’d let out a heartfelt sigh!
His father drove trucks, would he come home, even late, tonight,
Would his mother be sober, kiss her husband; say all would be right,
Would there ever be enough food for a big family of nine,
Or would they forever stay hungry, sent shivers up his spine!
A young girl his age noticed this boy, whose name was Rob,
Dressed in a warm coat, gloves, ear muffs, but was no snob,
Lived in the suburbs, often saw Rob today, she brought him a coat,
A slab of chocolate, a warm scarf for his head, ears and throat!
Young Rob liked this young Missy, they began to meet every day,
Lizzy invited him home, met her parents, went there every Sunday,
Their friendship grew, and blossomed and they fell madly in love,
Rob studied, got a scholarship to Technical College, rewarded from above.
Lizzy’s father was the Mine Manager, and he liked this young man,
When finished his studies, made him foreman and gave him a van,
They got engaged in December, married in the spring of the following year,
Rob became a dad, loved his wife, who had pierced his heart with a spear!
They grew old together, as did Lizzy’s parents, who both got ill and died,
Rob became Mine Manager, this family had adopted him with such pride,
But he never forgot his own parents, and his oh so humble beginnings,
Always sent them a monthly sum, and for them always had feelings!
Never before have I found such euphoria
Entering into this new phase of life,
Where God has taught me to love and be loved;
Basking in the warmth of such exciting
Experience, I give my all, looking unto God for His
Gentle guidance as I tread unknown paths,
Indeed His ways are mysterious and miraculous,
Nascent am I in this oft spoken gushing out love,
New paths open up in front of me, an
Interesting future with promises of forevermore,
Navigating my life are poetic feelings beyond the
Greatest sensations I've ever had,
Surely I'm grateful to the Almighty for my new beginnings.
02.02.2021
For John Hamilton's "New Beginnings" contest
New Year’s Eve,
resolution made.
New diet,
I’ll try it!
Must turn over a new leaf
when the spring arrives.
Fictional write for contest - I never make resolutions and have never been on a diet!
Shadorma 3/5/3/3/7/5 Syllables checked using How Many Syllables
Contest New beginnings
Sponsor Kim Merryman
12~31~15
Endings or beginnings, there's reason for change
circling around me, are seasons, rearranged
As we say farewell to our place in the sun
Goodbye to our cove on the beach and the fun,
but hello to the chores, and sweeping leaves by the door
With the first icy fingers , hoar frost on the windows,
we'll attack and will stack all the chairs in the garage.
We'll put back barbecues, while the rake, and the hoe,
are in charge of our life, till that last leaf is gone
Take a cue, shortening days, and the color of dawn
Dew on the lawn, wet days, and light snow,
tell us that nature, abundant with harvest,.. grows
and is bringing a new brilliant show.
Blossoms are fading, and gold leaves are falling
The acorns are dropping and bouncing like rain
A north wind is brewing with clouds on the horizon
promising raindrops. Jack Frost on the sill!
Now is time when the year curves around,
for, summer is fading, soon, and winter will fall
Daylight is shrinking, with more time for thinking
of pencils, and school-books and buses in yellow
Horizons are purple, with brilliance that sizzles
blazing the hillside, while aspens are shivering.
The whole world is spread with a bright golden band
shouting with color, while painting our land.
Sun ripened trees, are stirred in the breeze
The scent of ripe apples alive in the trees
Popcorn and football, and nights at the movies
Endings, beginnings, let's give them a whirl...
Time for reflection, all's right with the world !
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For Contest: "Seasonal"
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
9/20/15
The words we speak in poesy,
Dance through the pages of history;
All the verses and all the rhymes,
Take all of us into more pensive times.
Where trickle of words that flow from pen,
Bring us from beginning down to the end;
But in between there are stories to tell,
That can hold us all in a magic spell.
Portraits of birds looking their best,
Proudly sitting on eggs in a downy nest;
Tales of all the earth's funny creatures,
With so many faces, all different features.
Tales of the sun shining her light,
In a blue sky with clouds in flight;
Then there's another of a corpulent moon,
Skipping her moonbeams to a merry tune.
And armies of ants that travel in rows,
Carrying their bounty to where nobody knows;
Then there are the people, all different shades,
Marching to music through life's parade.
So we can see that poems are a best friend,
They take us to beginnings that have no end.
The eve of beginnings, of new hope and belief
As the January month awakens from sleep
Creeping her way the new year unfolds
With optimistic magic for what she will hold
The pen has fresh ink, the paper is white
As the author creates a new passionate write.
From January forward
To December the end
Poets all gather to share, love and befriend.
So with winter breaking and Spring waiting to start
I blow out the cobwebs and open my heart.
Anticipating, the words ebb and flow
From what secrets I'm keeping and the secrets I'll show
Gathered together we write with desire
About the sun and the moonlight, the rain and the fire
To the last line we celebrate as a new verse is born
Whilst the muses still whisper from dusk till dawn.
I rode a star to catch a cloud,
which told me, how the sky was made.
The magic wand that birthed it, sang it into being;
each note, danced it into place.
From one lone star, there arose Gaia’s precious face;
her fertile womb, delivered me, into life’s embrace.
Miraculous are the heavens; the siblings of her kind;
how they swirl and twirl; a square dance, in the never ending sky.
When I gaze upon them; telescoping eye does find,
that these celestial wonders, enjoy watching my own kind.
The faces looking back at me; I feel within my chest;
are no less special than I am; we’re all Gods personal best.
Now you may think that stars, are much different than we folk,
but upon you is the greatest, of all the cosmic jokes.
All of life is energy; the planets are no less.
Like us, they were all thought into being; just made manifest.
The breath of God, is in us all; plant, animal and rock.
There is no such thing as time; no ticking, cosmic clock.
Perception’s an adventure; whatever you perceive;
be sure your mind stays open and miracles, you will see.
Just leap upon a star and ride; it can take you anywhere.
Infinity is wondrous; you’ll forget all your cares.
Come taste of the ambrosia and satisfy your nose,
with scents of sapphire and ruby; your senses will be transposed!
Out with the old year, in with the new,
Welcome to year twenty twenty-two.
Hoping this will be a much better year,
Filled with more peace and not so much fear.
Twenty-twenty was the year it all began,
Covid appeared and we didn't have a plan.
Hand sanitizer, wearing face masks the new norm,
Keep your distance, no parties - all must conform.
Twenty twenty-one was supposed to be better.
The whole world obeyed precautions to the letter.
But Covid kept coming - nothing seemed to work,
Then came the vaccines and the world went berzerk!
The world was divided on what they should do,
Because the vaccines had been quickly pushed through.
Some trusted the safety of the newly made shots.
Others questioned their safety- get the jab they would not!
Add to this mess rising prices and crime,
And criminals released before it's their time,
Weather patterns are freaky all over the place,
And all the government wants is to talk about race.
But now here we have a new year to embrace,
Blank pages to fill with purpose and grace.
And though last year wasn't the best of times,
It gave me the inspiration to write these rhymes.
1/13/22
edgy ink*lings
starlight *singers
un-*ring the moon
herald of *dark
disem*bark coal
breed *sparks gem stones...
cover our *wounds
with sleep *sound's tick
mon*soon midnights
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Than-Bauk a Twilight
*indicates the word or syllable
of the word which rhymes
[4th syll.,3th syll.,2nd syll.]
Innocent ears…
catch the gentle scrape
of nylon against nylon
Innocent eyes…
catch a flash of garter
Right knee over left
The simple motion
of legs crossing
She catches me looking
She is older than me
She glances down
She glances back up
She tugs her lower lip
and smiles at me…
New Year's starts after all the holidays.
Exercise is good for me and you but I am skipping Sunday's. We are not exercising today and going to Subway.
Being good on a diet can be just a crazy haze.
Energy why did you take off in a blaze.
Going with small meals puts me in a daze.
In life does this really pay.
No grass to graze.
Not doing any relays.
I stuck with this diet for a week and I am amazed.
No more dieting I want some s'mores.
Going to have a sandwich with real mayonnaise.
Sounds like this was all just a phase.
Date Written:1/24/2021
Note: Acrostic Rhyme.
Honorable Mention
The Gem That Slipped Through The CracksContest Judged:2/10/2021 Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
the past turns to rust
Experience is vast, but change has come fast
For tomorow the future i lust
Burn my past, for a new tomorow i must
Tomorow will i awake???, In God i trust
regret torments my soul, but not my thrust
Against all odds, I rose like dust....
poverty and backwardness stood in my life
like a movie cast.
I died, they killed me,.. "yes they tried"
Path of greener pastures i did find
My pain turned blind, they lied...
"Yes they did", because i found purpose and
pride
They died, and i live to forget
Said "no" to my past, "no" to regret
Victory and honor I can bet
I left, to persue life's revealings
born catterpillar, turned butterfly...I CHERISH
MY NEW BEGINNINGS!!!
Nature is an Autumnal thief; pilferer of clinging leaves
Each one rudely swept away, but a tree never grieves
Well knowing in Spring, buds will reappear as sheaves
Behold the dawn of sunrise as we begin another day
Enfolding us in the sun's warmth with every golden ray
Gray skies will often darken the horizons in our lives
Intrusive, yes, but with positive thoughts, one survives
Never give up, just start over, despite improbable odds
Nascence and a willing desire is the impetus that plods
Inside our hearts, leading us to pursue another direction
New pathways to follow, after soul-searching reflection
Garnering wisdom to regard the past as a mere bygone
Spurring us to a better life when it's time to move on
January 23, 2021
New Beginnings Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton