Best Benefaction Poems


Premium Member Christ Mess Mourning

In the beginning there was a lonely word but soon after
            there was no room at the meagre hostel for the saviour

Sanguine hopes flash-flooded the sanctuary of hearts
            sacrificial blood of Christ awaited to be spilt in vain

Spelt out the message of rusty nails corroding on cross 
            bones mounted the flesh ready for vanishing memories

Lest we forget Christmas it amounts to summits of wrappers
            luxurious gifts opulent indigestion after a vainglorious feast

Reindeer and global delivery services occlude the notion that
            taking stock is not about counting presents but reducing the cost

Jesus flashes from i-pads I this and I that please give me more
            extra goods additional abundance mince pies and stuffing

Belching and flatulent Tim reaches for his heartburn medication
            tastes uppers and downers sniffs white powder on bank cards

His wife smears the makeup she grabbed from under the tree
            her new perfume a bountiful offering of disguised scented myrrh

No sense for frank frankinsence as she sniffs expensive fragrances
            from benefaction bottle’s decadence and reduces benediction to myth

Gift wrap explodes from the fireplace in the mix of unopened packets
            just after Father Christmas has made a lucky escape from the scene

Arson of gluttony self-inflicted suffering self-immolation of sorts
            sorts out this unholy communion followed by smouldering mourning

The insurance company refuses to pay as they insist that the couple
            had backed the wrong course of action in vile contempt of true faith

They however donate a beautiful bible of careful calligraphy
            with gilded ornamentation bound in leather and lather of time

There are no walls standing for wailing when Tim and his spouse
            and it remains to be seen whether they might find a mangled manger

To resume business as usual or take refuge in meaning and truth
            when the word in the beginning had become a sorry blank canvas

18th November 2018

Contest Christmas Mourning

Sponsor P.S. AWTRY

Premium Member Eight Contests To Write For Part 2

THE ELEPHANT

The elephant is big and stout
And strong enough to knock you out
But when he really knows you well
The elephant will like your smell

The elephant is my best friend
For what I hope will never end
The trust we share will never part
For how we care to love by heart

To save the elephant is just
For how we came to earn his trust
And how we know our hearts will be
Attached to him eternally.

LOONEY TUNE

My heart just played a looney tune
When I looked in the mirror
I thought I liked my visage more
But now I like you dearer

I thought my truly gooney self
Was not that looney too
But when I fled the chicken coop
I stole the crazy glue

Don’t bother chasing after me
Because I lost my mind
Don’t lock me in a silent room
Or leave me in a bind

Just let me go to have my fill
Of some familiar moon
Or laugh at me as people will
Who play a looney tune.
 
THE DESERT

The desert is my favorite place
To be especially
For creatures small and cunning
For Joshua the tree

The challenge is survival
In living every day
To demonstrate the attributes
That help you get away

I love the vegetation
The cactus and the sage
The desert tends to make me wish
That I was half my age

I like to sit and listen to
The lonely desert call
I like to think and ponder on
The meaning of it all

I'm grateful for the desert
The blue sky up above
The desert is the place to be
The place I truly love.

NOW THE DAY IS OVER

Now the day is over
My writing hour is through
The fun I had is how I write this way
In silly words for you

The contest is a fickle thing
A memory at best
The chance to show what you can do
And lose to all the rest

No satisfaction guaranteed
No proof that you are good
No benefaction proves the need
To write the way you should

Sunday is my day of rest
The chance for me to sleep
So when you read at my behest
I'm swimming in the deep.

Premium Member The Loving Sound-Collab

I enjoy being in tune with nature,
As I sit, I hear such a loving sound.
Reminded of God, our legislature.
From this small hill, I hear him all around.

Melodies of life flow through nature's core,
Floating towards the one who sits on high.
I heard soft notes as the tide came to shore.
And I can sense his divine presence nigh.

                    Joanna Daniel's part

I enjoy this harmony with nature,
Feeling close to God, as He calls me out,
Each sound reveals His loving portraiture,
He's alive in nature, there is no doubt.

Songs of praise spark my pen, as I listen
To birds chirruping in satisfaction.
A thousand rays on the ocean glisten.
Grateful am I for His benefaction.



03/23/2023
Rhyme Scheme: abab
Contest: Collaborate With Me
Sponsor: Joanna Daniel
Syllable: 10/10/10/10/10/10/10/10
Rhyme Scheme: abab/abab
Theme: Nature
© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.


One Day

One day - a beauty, a blessing, a boon.
One day - a promise, a prospect, a pledge.
At times a faint hope of the unobtainable,
at times a great vision of what's to come.

One day, I yearn to be among equals once more,
to allow wit, warmth, wisdom and wonder
to again have their time in the light around me -
one day to see them, too, have their day.

One day, I long to finish this hateful accounting,
to forever close this tedious, tiresome tab;
to stop thinking, over and over, of the fateful tally:
one more day down, one more damn day done - each day.

One day - the best benefaction for the besieged.
One day - the preeminent panacea of the plagued.
One can keep going, keep fighting, given that one day;
can change it all, if they can only hold on - to one day.

Rearview Mirror

Rear view mirror

Objects, objectively put, are  closer  
than they  appear. But it doesn’t say it all. 
With the fair signs that spewed  forth once turning to
a slew of  pre-twitter  pseudo- tweets since.

 I once put it down In form Octa-Tri :
 In rhyme scheme:  aab, bb, ccc .

(“  At the wheel 
At night. Uneasy feel. 
Narrow misses, though, in nobody’s midst.

Rows of reflectors mark lanes glaring through the mist, 
Comforting  coolness and sultry night coexist .

Cell service zones change, ding-dongs the phone
Heart fluttering alone
Night unknown”.)

A row of  earthy  images it failed 
rather than showed ,images  with  eerie  
 librations and weary nutations  .Which 
was not  Physics,  but physiognomy of  life.

Like when bashed  by  kiddy badasses  and  
basic arithmetic, or when up higher ,
combative but  math a behemoth 
all the same, and  guided perfunctorily
 often, and rarely with the right intent.

In  the  peccadilloes- round,  the  Tintern
 Abbey Sycamore also loomed dour sans 
creativity , but the three trees on 
the low sky  made sense , and then on to  
T.ds. equations and tedious times 
 soured by  sleep and steep sloth.

Ingenious in fair measure , now turning 
ingenuous on the proving grounds , after, 
 in the space of a couple of cusps of 
light and sound   mom was  no more  and we  
whimpered  and  simpered under a dad who cared 
 but did not seem to,  in  his straight-faced  mode

Then  came  falsely  flashing ,  faintly  fuming ,
 slapdash  years of machines and mega hertz,
 eggs and vegs, sex and senescence to remain 
for ever weighed down by the wayside whey.

Bringing-up-kids-banality apart
 ( fed mainly on meds for just cough that recurred);  
 preferring  palm-frond’s loftiness  cum  
deprivation to  urban  up-for-grabs  
benefaction;  and the mess of docs, deaths  
and a mossy crock of living pain since.

And all the dicey way , never  patted 
but  p(f)anned; tweaked , untweaked ; harmed, ex-harmed; 
 banked on , debunked ;  short-changed, sort-of-changed ; 
lumbering on , alive and a-slumbering  
and if anything  wondering if it’s
 not  all  the mirror’s prim fault 
which never once showed my face.

Kindness Is Bliss

Kindness is bliss.

Compassion spontaneously is innate,
Though difficult to imbibe,
Bet me ,it is simplest to realize.
Today morning,I made an orphan smile,
Believe me,the pleasure I felt was inexpressible,
My mom offered clothes to a beggar in rags,
The mirthful beggar left happily,
Mom in return felt happy too,
Why not out of courtesy try cheering a sad  friend
I'm sure,you will feel at peace,
Kindness is directly proportional to happiness, 
You practise  it  and your happiness  will be tenfold,
Kindness is a great virtue that vibrates positive energy.
Benefaction done selflessly  has greater impact,
It takes more muscles to frown than smile,
Smile to old people,it creates a good stimulus,
It never goes futile,
Feed stray animals..results are so automatic.
If you show kindness to plants,
They grow larger and bear more fruits,
Randomn acts of kindness  cause,
a series of emotions for good.


Contest- Randomn acts of kindness. 
Sponsor-Debbie Guzzi
2/2/2017


Bane of Acquisitions

In its whisperings and articulations 
A searchlight into that hidden recess
The bane of acquisitions 
Becomes the flight from humility
On which freedom rests 
Shall we render benefaction of such
Crude and insidious notions.....

We Forgot To Pray

Prayer

We forgot to pray today,
Our mutual supplication,
Benefaction via genuflection,
The midweek start to day,
And we forgot to pray.

We forgot that perfection,
Become a broken situation,
That our human condition,
Was of our own volition,
And we forgot to pray.

We forgot that God’s promise,
Was not to be controlling,
But in a relationship evolving,
That God needs constant permission,
But we forgot to pray.

We forgot to see the simple things,
The rise of sun and dimple things,
Birdsong on a frosty mourn,
The breath of life that does adorn,
And we forgot to pray.

So as we forgot to pray,
Dear God thank you for this day,
Thank you for all that we survey,
That we are fearfully but wondrously made,
And sorry we forgot to pray.

@Andrew Carnegie, Apologetic in Wiltshire, January 5th 2017.


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Stephen Hawking Perches

Within Pantheon Of Classical Gods

stricken with affliction,
sans amyotrophic lateral sclerosis
(also known as ALS, 
or Lou Gehrig's disease)

in the prime of his youth wrought
underestimation, vitiated termination,
targeted sequestration,
solidified rigidification,

rendered quandary,
per paralyzation obliterated,
nixed navigation,
morphed motivation,

marked limitation
kickstarted infatuation,
jinxed immobilization,
induced intellectual hyperfunction,

garnered fundamental fascination,
fanned fabled exploration,
devastation demonstrated
delectable declaration,

cosmological constant comet
clinched, chained certain capitulation,
brainstormed benefaction,
benediction attribution assured.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
his longevity (marked by bing permanently
     linkedin, hitched, drafted
     to a custom made wheelchair,
his brilliant unsullied scientific genius)

     endured seventy six orbitz veer
ring round the nearest star,
     though seemingly motionless, he freed their
ret tickle physiochemical insight

     encompassing, revolutionizing,
     and jaw-dropping, revelations
     with mortals he did share
transcendent seeded plentifully

     mental limitless groundswell
     fed his fecund rare
if eyed cogitated, formulated, insulated
     (infinitesimal nook and cranny) force *****

lee disproportionate overly endowed capacity
     bracketed with mar ching madness peer
ring with laser, razor, and taser sharp mind
     (or a minuscule approximate near

facsimile thereof) scrutinizing, positing,
     and discerning astronomical phenomena mere
via concentrating gifted limned, and rapacious,
     though processes affixed 
     with a visage mordantly like King Lear.

Life As a "poet"

No matter how much
Or how high we push on
In our quest to touch
GOD's sky we ask why
Were we made in the
Image and Likeness of
His Heavenly Highness
Yet sold to the Devil for these 
Measely prices our
Souls stolen through
Intricately planned
Niceness heists
Running around in pure
Darkness GOD
"Cut On The Lights"
Give the blind sight
Take away misery's plight
And help us fight
These demons that inhabit and possess
You told us we were blessed
But where is the salvation and the rest
All we go through is "pressure" with no end,
Poured together, now we blend
Rats in mazes with no end
Rat traps with no cheese
A hard life no ease
Angels on our shoulder
Replaced with another devil and 3 boulders
Desires to kneel and pray 
For angel wings but
All that emerges from
Our hearts are prayers
For us to live as Evil Kings
Give us evil things
Soul destruction and powerful pistols
Life's goal now is power & riches
No spirit
We look through the looking glass at delusions of grandeur
The devil shows us malice and calls it caesar's palace
Calls it the road to happiness
Road to satisfaction, man's body is his benefaction
Physical rot and mental subtraction, abstraction and retraction
Blood cells manipulate in science labs to produce 
Paradigms
Test tube babies
We're all test tubes babies
Surrounded by glass
Trapped in slow moving ice
Rolling our lives
Like slow moving dice
Trife pushed out of our sphere into slavery
Cold hard mask of bravery
White man's emotional treachery
Human debauchery...

Lyndell Cadasse & Daryl Dujon
The Slaves Of Poetry

Times Gift

Time heals
Promising closure
Shrinking scars like popping bubbles
As it prepares our gift
Times benefaction is objectivity to our past
Building an awareness of yesteryears
Defogging our vision for truth
Generously donating our package of clarity

Time lies only to those
who misuse its precious moments,
Lines entrenched on our face
can devour redeemable blemishes
By gracefully accepting our package
healing eyes can widen to witness dissipating mist

Time promises blessed tomorrows
Let us put away our spinning wheels
plunge forward with our lesson
accept our bequest from Time, and yes!
We will have morning smiles

Premium Member Patrician

One of a kind there'll never be another you
what you hold in your heart to them have held true
I've looked upon the core of what you store within
for me you exist as unique among all men
 
The song that you sing it's truths held so high
oppression of those different wherein injustice lie
to the robing of nature her diversity and vest
in a poem of tone inequities do you suggest
 
The external show some may just see as art
but what you paint and sing and write demonstrates your heart
I told you early on I judge not by outward show
but what is seated inside that I wish to know
 
All that you paint on canvas and in song
demonstrates reality and courses right and wrong
what you depict sets forth description of your mind
a spectrum of vision coloring inferior to whats fine
 
I even see the sweet things you so carefully thought hid
been learning to read have I ever since I were a kid
When you looked across that room what did you think you saw
for the night before I saw your minds cognition all
 
A woman loves a man for who he is inside
the character of his self that he can never hide
for what he thinks and does demonstrates his care
his ability to display and with it others share
 
Do never judge me like the world which in you live
For the greatest teacher does truthful insight give
what is truly frightening is that I scare myself
that vision is so clear unlike minds so full of stealth
 
One who is wise will choose a man for his heart
that is his essence where communion can start
perception is his own gift where he chooses to live
to share it with another its benefaction give
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2010  C Michael Miller

Error In Lives

I cannot count beyond a limit,
So cannot you,
And almost everybody for that matter,
Our brains have a CPU that has limited counting abilities,
What would have happened if were able to count like computers,
We would have ended being too busy counting,
We have so much of counting and computing to be done,
As shown by the work we do on our counting machines,
Why were we given such limited fare,
And not endowed what we have endowed in our machines,
For one creator did not want us to be in his league,
With advanced counting and calculating abilities,
We would have done just that,
Or about as near as we could get,
For two the creator wanted us to be error prone,
Our learning curve essentially,
Is a series of experiments,
Think of a child, who learns now,
And works later as an adult,
How the child developed all those skills,
Remember he walked to the wrong room,
And was guided back to right place,
And he at first he did only prattle,
Till the time he was taught how to pronounce,
Even as adults error factor remains,
And in fact in this error factor,
We lead our whole lives,
When we do near perfection,
All we get is almighty’s blissful benefaction.

The Loving Sound - Collab With Alexis

I enjoy being in tune with nature,
As I sit, I hear such a loving sound.
Reminded of God, our legislature.
From this small hill, I hear Him all around.

Melodies of life flow through nature's core,
Floating towards the One who sits on high.
I heard soft notes as the tide came to shore.
And I can sense His divine presence nigh.

I enjoy this harmony with nature, 
Feeling close to God, as He calls me out, 
Each sound reveals His loving portraiture, 
He's alive in nature, there is no doubt. 

Songs of praise spark my pen, as I listen
To birds chirruping in satisfaction. 
A thousand rays on the ocean glisten. 
Grateful am I for His benefaction. 


24th March 2023

Can I Buy Some Happiness Please

I am grateful for having been granted,
This life, such as it may be,
The simplest of things still make me enchanted
But I know there’s much more, than the little I see.

A new born child grips your finger, with tiny baby hands,
And later when it smiles, and shows it understands,
That you will always be there, no matter what befalls,
And when the child becomes Adult, it’s that moment one recalls.

Life is made up of moments like these,
So is there a price you must pay for it please?
You have to give, before you can take,
And it’s yourself that you give, and for your own sake.

The sum of all happiness, is human interaction,
But the only way it works is if it’s selfless benefaction,
If aims are materialistic your rewards you will receive,
But happiness it will not buy do not yourself, deceive.

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