Best Benignly Poems
A brilliant harvest moon hangs beneath the ebon Colorado sky.
Scudding clouds dare not darken its lustrous glow - tho' they often try!
Silhouetted against the moon are geese winging to warmer destinations,
Mysteriously guided by That Master Compass in perfect V formations!
The moon spreads a coat of silver on lakes and rushing streams below.
Yonder, majestic Pikes Peak gleams with a crown of freshly fallen snow!
White tail deer peer shyly from the shadows of golden aspen groves.
Magnificent elk graze in yon valley 'neath the harvest moon in droves!
Lovers, young and old are spellbound by the harvest moonlight's trance.
Mr. Moon has a special knack for setting the tone for love and romance!
They hold hands strolling along moonlit trails to reminisce and dream,
Their glowing faces brightened by the harvest moon's mellow beam!
Families bundle up against the chill to enjoy hay rides and wiener roasts,
And toast marshmallows over roaring fires, telling tales of scary ghosts!
Wizened "hooty" owls emit their throaty moans adding to the eerie scene!
The moon beams benignly o'er Colorful Colorado giving to all a sheen!
When autumn winds begin to blow and trees stand bare and so austere,
We welcome the warming glow of the harvest moon in our hemisphere!
Alas, tho' the harvest moon graces our skies only in the autumn of the year,
The Creator will delight us again come next October - that you need not fear!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Categories:
benignly, autumn, moon,
Form:
Rhyme
With a slight glow of early morning sunlight
a single flower-bud unfolds bright
from its green protective wrap
to serrated knap
revealing
soft pink
appealing
velvet petals of
a carnation, Mother's Love
with a fresh spicy clove-like perfume
coursing through benignly and at last, consume
6/30/2019
Poetry Contest: Writing Challenge 2, June 2019- A Summer Flower
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Categories:
benignly, flower,
Form:
Rhyme
Doth it not thrill thee, Poet,
Dead and dust though thy art,
To feel how I press thy singing
Close to my heart?
As though they were dried palm leaves
In Indian catalogue, your works
I would press so close
To my chest like man's third-leg
Snuggling to the thigh. I count
The beats straineously of the melody,
The vibrations of your works strike
Me to rhapsody. Who am I then?
A little child by the stream
Waiting for your sensual song, bird
To bide me somnolent
In a reveberating cacophony
Redolent of the train swiftly buzzing by,
The train that was you.
I would often sit at the threshold and wait
Till the moon grow to become sickle-thin
And the monstrouos night has sucked away
All the oil in my clay lamp. I still stay on
Like a good sentry, my eyes rummage hungrily
Through the pockets of a page,
Where the blood of your ink was shed-
For your sojourner I have become.
We will go together
In peregrination into the labyrinth
Of all those pages from the cream,
That was your brain.
I will be the mute acolyte,
Benignly I will wend,
Stepping into the trail you left like
Smoke unconcerned about direction,
Its flow turbulent, not the lamina vein
Of subtlety. Sometimes I feel cold,
My garb, goose bumps,
At the stark, sometimes shocking
Reality of your judgements.
You were and still is a victim of truth,
And I gloat at your judgements jealously,
Almost perfect. When not correct, you were
Honest, at least.
I would often dream
Of you smoking your pipe;
Your small, dainty frame silhouette nailed
To the wall by the pyrexed testis
Of electric bulb as Jesus to the cross.
Then your pipe bleed forth smoke
Like blood from fresh wound, seeping out
Ceaselessly, ideas sream forth from your brain
Like liquid from a boiling pot
Frothing over.
So I will proudly say I have
Some portion of your blood in me
To inspire my dazed memory
On those dark gloomy days.
for my uncle and late Nigerian Poet, Chris Okigbo.
(c) Onyebuchi, 2011.
Categories:
benignly, on writing and words,
Form:
Epic
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cn-_xr3uCEQ
DRAW IN YOUR BREATH AND THEN INHALE THE ENERGY OF OLD THAT ONCE BROUGHT YOU LIFE AND AWAKENED PROMISE OF VIGOROUS GOOD .
STAND AT THE EDGE OF THE SUN AND WARM YOUR SOUL WITH THE RAYS OF LIGHT THAT BRING YOU ONLY HEALTH AND PROSPERITY. SIT WITH THE MOON AND THE STARS AT NIGHT, ALLOW THEM to SOAK YOU WITH SYSTEMATIC BEAMS OF BEAUTY AND GRACE
(breathe in and out slowly )
WRAP YOUR MIND AROUND THE AMPLE CLOUDS, AND FEEL THE COMFORT OF A DIVINE MAJESTIC PROVIDENTIAL ONE. GLORIOUS AND FRUITFUL AS A FIG TREE IN FULL BLOOM, BENIGNLY CUT FROM THE CLOTH OF LOVE AND MERCY, EVERY FIG LEAF IS AS PERFECT AS YOU ARE DEAR ONE.
(breathe in and out slowly )
PLACE YOUR FINGER ON THE PULSE OF UNITY AND LET YOUR HEART BE THE GENUINE PRAYER FOR UNIVERSAL HEALING AND GOOD WILL TO ALL.
DRAW IN YOUR BREATH AND INHALE COMMUNITY SPIRIT, KNOWING THAT TOGETHERNESS BRINGS POSITIVITY AND ETERNAL BLISS. BE SOFT AS A KISS AND STURDY AS THE GENTLY WIND WHEN IT BRUSHES THROUGH THE PINES
ALLOW YOURSELF A MOMENT OF SILENCE TO HEAR YOUR SOUL SPEAK. FOR MEDITATION WAS THE LANGUAGE OF SAINTS , SINNERS AND MEDIEVAL KNIGHTS ALIKE. NO MATTER WHO AND WHAT YOU ARE, KNOW THAT YOU BELONG TO THIS HUMAN RACE. YOU ARE ONE OF MANY AND YOU ARE SPEICAL. so REJOICE BELOVED ONE.
(breathe in and out slowly )
Categories:
benignly, appreciation,
Form:
Narrative
A blank canvas I marvel on
Unfolding a springtime theme,
As it yawns to life among the dawn.
Clouds part for the sun's scattered bright rays upon
Sweet tender jewels, exquisite to the eye,
Giving way to fresh full fragrance.
Fervor poetic brush strokes emerging day.
Crisp nature shades a graceful performance;
Benignly creatures in fluid form a whimsical waltz.
Categories:
benignly, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Is life predestined? I ponder
Gazing up at the blue sky yonder
The alignment of stars in a certain way
Does favour and fortune our way sway?
Does Fate spin the thread of destiny?
Leo, Virgo, Scorpio or Gemini?
The constellation, the galaxy, the celestial sphere
Star gazing raptly with hope, awe and fear.
Heaven benignly smiles on the blessed few
Yet frowns on the rest. Unfair!! You argue
For Fate rages against this unfortunate lot
In a web of inevitability they are caught.
They toil and toil away in vain
Only to despair in sorrow and pain
Fighting their battles over and over again
Woe is life! Just to remain sane.
But oh for the favored lot, on luck they ride
Fate gently carries them across the tide.
What then befalls a person's lot
If against Fate he valiantly fought?
Fate, kismet, karma and kind
Astral influences on soul and mind?
Does Fate then our life destine?
To each an inevitable part assign?
Categories:
benignly, star,
Form:
Rhyme
The world that once was slumbering
Beneath the quilt of Winter's snow
Is now set free to gladly see
The rays of golden sunlight
He peeks at first so shyly through
The drifting clouds of leaden grey
And then, behold his beams of gold!
A kiss of gentle sunshine
The trees are budding, flowers bloom
And shades of gentle green abound
The birds of spring so sweetly sing
While kissed by rays of sunlight
How father-like the sun looks down
In glorious warmth and light
To see the things his fire brings --
The miracle of sunshine
From east to west he travells on
In grandly royal golden robes
A pilgrim man, that once began
Benignly sending raylets
As here I watch th'unfolding spring
And bask in beams of heaven's king
I think of monarchs, once divine
Whose wond'rous kingdoms once did shine
This sun hath missed not one poor soul
But fondly with a tender touch
Hath kissed the maids that dwelt in glades
Of distant lands now vanished
Now all, I think, once gently kissed
Have sung the praise of heaven's rays
And all, it seems, that Sun hath wist
Have tracked his run throughout their days
His rhythmic climb and equal fall
While heeding Nature's firmest call
His constant change, yet still the same
When once returned from whence he came
A mystery, a miracle
At times a friend, at times severe
But each new day at Dawn's approach
Reveals the kiss of sunshine
Categories:
benignly, miracle, nature, seasons, spring,
Form:
Personification
The story of his pomposity
The gaiety of a been-to
Embroidered in revenge.
Tunde Canada!
Timid and denied by folks and friends
In his prime when the springboard, the hemisphere
At the time when chicks announce their appearance.
His ordeal was woven in ancient penury.
He was in the enclave of the rejected,
An outcast before his friends,
Whose hands, fortune, has benevolently endowed
But he was happily disowned by his entire ally.
Tunde Canada!
Determination and spirited humans
Benignly lifted from the corridors of poverty
He suddenly became great.
How yesterday’s pain gone
And friends who cast aspersion are back as friends.
He became the cynosure of them all
How fast humans forget the misdeed of yesterday!
Tunde Canada!
Now great!
But revenge beclouds the reciprocity of goodwill.
He mopped up his old friends for a drink,
And left them to bear their debts after tipsy,
And stayed in the silt gutter.
Tunde Canada
In the frailty of human foible,
Revenge robbed him of his life achievements.
At last, betrothed to a bride of a rich-dynasty
And before the oath on the altar,
Absent from his wedding, either for tipsy or else,
He left the bride, the audience and the priest alone in the church
Staring at his endless arrival.
Oh, a revenge against the society
Pain to his ungodly quest.
A victim of his retribution
Categories:
benignly, discrimination, metaphor, pride, rude,
Form:
Free verse
She broke my heart instantly
She made me stare reverently
Her smile was enigmatically
Serene yet sad, so strange to see
Not a word did she speak to me
No attention did she seek from me
She just sat there smiling quietly
And her smile just kept on haunting me
What's Behind a Smile?
When I stood up she turned her head
Once more that smile filled me with dread
Had she understood anything I’d said?
Ethereal beauty, were you alive or dead?
As I stepped down from the train
I turned and looked. My chest in pain.
The shock at seeing her again
Smiling at me through the window pane
I walked away - my nerves drawn tight
As the train sped off in the station’s light
I stared again - I had no fight
She caught my eye and smiled outright!
Time’s now passed; still clear I see
Her short blonde hair bobbing so gently
Her bright blue eyes smiling benignly
Piercing straight through my soul to me.
Categories:
benignly, angel, beauty, emotions, imagination,
Form:
Verse
The distant horizon now in passionate embrace of the sky
There are the stars, dewy wet; benignly conspiring to woo the pasture
Trodden for eternity by poets and lovers, the purple mist rises high
The rivulet flows amidst the mystic blue woods; its rapture
Overflowing all ages, all damp and morose households are swept
By the ethereal autumn, her all-pervading ripples of snow-scented lakes
O Nature, thy blessings in my heart is poignantly felt!
Prasenjit Banerjee
09.08.2014
Categories:
benignly, autumn, beauty, romantic,
Form:
Pastoral
What, I wondered, would advanced age be like.
Sighting the elderly set my mind to rousing.
Becoming like them overtook me with fright.
But now I'm old with no need for browsing.
Memories of earlier days occupy my thoughts
Which time romances to render them splendid.
Now it's difficult to connect any lot of dots,
And voices are subdued and confusingly blended.
But above all else, what drives me quite mad
Is to awake from slumber with pain extreme
In some place in my body I never knew I had.
I struggle to keep from shouting a scream.
Curiosity causes me to question my M.D.,
Thinking I have some undiscovered part.
He smiles benignly and chuckles at me,
"That's part of a minor vein to the heart."
That knowledge strikes me as unfulfilling.
Of what else that will hurt am I unaware?
But that specter I now find less than chilling
For the truth is (yawn) I'm too old to care.
Categories:
benignly, age, anxiety,
Form:
Rhyme
Where juicy historic purpose fades
and pre-historic
nonverbal
nonviolent sacred meaning
polyculturally creolizes
WholeOpen systemic shade
preserving future health intention
Is where we also find emergence,
consciousness of LeftHemisphere dominance
over RightHemisphere shrouded prominence
of co-relational health/wealth feelings,
Either Positive
Or Negative
and InBetween Non(Negative)
bilateral both/and
Enthymematic co-passion cooperation
antithetically contrasted with violent anti-communication,
like NonZero potential toward quantitative fulfillment
up against Zero Sum closed static emptiness
of anthro-supremacist
PatriarchalCapitalist
monoculturalism against EcoFeminist
polycultural regenerativity,
health positive proclivity
Win/Win bicameral 4Dimensional
prime fractal moments conventional
in lightspeed revolving
ubiquitous ergodic octave spirals
of space/time dynamic reconnecting
re-ligioning health in all
Ego/eco-systemic
integral consciousness
benignly co-spandemic
Inside
personal qualitative health memories
of integrity's vast resonance
with outside
environmental quantitative wealth
of sunshine muse synergetic
fractal cooperative resilience
passionately energetic
Where colonizing historic purpose fades
from pre-historic
nonverbal creolization,
nonviolent sacred meanings
before dualistic desecrated voice
reconsecrated embodied choice
To this day
polyculturally re-creolizing
within WholeOpen Systemic
ego/eco panentheistic
wealthy sacred purpose
LeftHemisphere expansive liberation
and healthy organic meaning
RightHemisphere deep-felt conservation
co-invention
Bicamerally empowering
and enlightening
bifocal fractal
re/pre/anti/un-conscious
creolizing re-ligious colonization,
mystery's historic re-connecting penetration.
Categories:
benignly, health, integrity, light, math,
Form:
Political Verse
Giving is a placid air
It's safe to inhale in times of despair
Lies deep a treasure chest that hold valuables
To put smile on someone face
To give is a priceless gift
Far better than a fountain of gold
In charity we stumble on endless bliss
And fall on the smiles and hopes we restore
Charity isn't life coincidence
It is leaving your footprint on someone heart
Making a big difference by giving little
And changing lives by donating benignly
Giving is man's biggest virtue
It is the axiom to happiness
The keys to unlock gloominess
And the weapon to fight melancholy
It's time to Give and change the world
Categories:
benignly, giving,
Form:
Free verse
Mona Lisa has worn that mystical smile on her mug for over 500 years!
Who is this mysterious lady who at us from The Louvre benignly peers?
She had to sit for over four years for the artist to capture that simple pose.
Who she is and what's behind that smile, only Leonardo DaVinci knows!
She ain't the most beautiful woman to come down the pike but what the heck.
Since her genesis in 1503 she wasn't treated all that well during her dicey trek!
She's been mutilated, stolen a time or two and graced Napoleon's sleeping place.
All the while she's borne it with grace with that inane smile upon her face!
Some have said that she's the widowed Duchess of Milan, Isabella of Aragon.
Others have sworn that she's Mona Lisa Gherardini and so it goes on and on!
Signore DaVinci left no specific clues as to the name of this mysterious dame!
Through the centuries men have scratched their skulls trying to seek her name!
Was that frozen smile upon her face to hide teeth that were crooked and stained?
Or was her pose such that her posterior and sacroiliac were slightly strained?
Perhaps her compressed smile implied to Leonardo, "Hurry up and git 'er done!
You're payin' minimum wage and fella, posin' fer posterity ain't all that fun!"
Now hung upon the wall of The Louvre she's worth millions and millions of bucks.
Not bad for an unknown woman from who knows where, but here's the crux:
That beatific smile upon the homely face of Mona Lisa that Leonardo created,
And what she's smiling for will always be debated and pondered unabated!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Tied for 3d Place in Carolyn Devonshire's "Unsolved Mysteries" Contest - Jul 2011
Categories:
benignly, art, funny, mysterywoman, smile,
Form:
Rhyme
Venerations Ablazed
Altruist veneration in an endeavour
Let the dew drop onto the leaf
Untamed dew,but chose to fall
Upon the sordid soil in grief
Blossomed lilac benignly pleased
Nectar! quench the beetle's thirst
Beetle in lieu fought to escort
Whimsy pollen along the dust
Clumsy pebble lost in womb
Sharpened and curved surfaces
Blisters on foot may rest for a while
Edges shed mighty all graces
Canvases all soaked in blues
Palette when agreed to save
Offerings of the candid quill
Rendered oblations of nave
Ethos forayed,venerations ablazed
Weary arms cosied endeavour
Clinched in the stead of hatred
He hustled his frump manoeuvre
Categories:
benignly, slavery,
Form: