Best Bests Poems
My love is like a worker's gloves grown old.
His hands are leather, roughened now with age
and years of work in weather hot and cold,
yet through the many years, he has grown sage. . .
My love is like a builder's pair of boots.
He's dusty and fatigued and still he walks
while trailing mud, but now his attributes
shine through despite life's many stumbling blocks.
My love is like a pair of jeans much worn,
a pair of socks with holes that have stayed warm.
Though time and all the trials he has borne
have left him frayed, he wishes no one harm.
To write a beaming sonnet would not do,
but threadbare love (in some ways) bests the new.
September 24 Scripture Meditations Based on Mark 11-12
Key Verse– Mark 12:24 And Jesus answering said unto them, Do ye not therefore err, because ye know not the scriptures, neither the power of God?
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR EXPOSING MY ERROR
Thank You for exposing my error of showy spirituality
By Your revealing sovereignty
To prove me toward tested Christianity
Midst pretenses along beliefs’ uncertainty.
Thank You for exposing my error of deceptive relationship
By Your converting leadership
To turn me toward faithful stewardship
Midst prayerlessness along worldliness’ friendship.
Thank You for exposing my error of impure motives
By Your sanctifying directives
To straighten me toward holy prerogatives
Midst poverty along discontentment’s alternatives.
Thank You for exposing my error of shallow devotion
By Your empowering salvation
To transform me toward genuine dedication
Midst preferences along doubts’ confusion.
Thank You for exposing my error of subtle hypocrisy
By Your enlightening mercy
To illumine me toward sincere fervency
Midst pride along complacency’s deficiency.
Thank You for exposing my error of worthless engagements
By Your fulfilling involvements
To lead me toward heavenly investments
Midst persistency along commitment’s agreements.
Thank You for exposing my error of selfish interests
By Your faith strengthening bests
To uphold me toward good work-harvests
Midst persecutions along priorities’ tests.
September 24, 2022
September 25, 2022 POTD
The familiar faces that I'll long to see.
The beauty of a place where my soul once laid.
The bests of memories that will linger in mind.
How hard to tell everyone , "goodbye".
A year of struggles,pain and defeat.
How I love to recall the moment I wept.
A painful experience that leads to success.
Now I'm bringing a torch to lit the path that I'll take.
Tears may gently flow from these eyes.
The laughter we had shared still echoe from afar.
Though my heart is dying each time we depart.
I'll treasure those days when you cheer me high.
This journey I'll be taking isn't be that long.
I'll leave you with a sweet kiss while the sky is dark.
So tomorrow we'll greet the sun with a smile.
Facing a new beginning, in the world we survive.
There are poetry bullies.
Have you met one, yet?
I know it sounds off,
such a foreign concept.
People who love words
and fitting them just so,
polishing a poem
to watch it glow,
that they could turn
their magical pen
and wield them to slash
seems a grave sin.
For gifted with feeling
and a sharp mind
to turn and hurt others
is more than unkind.
For their targets are poets!
--the sensitive sorts
with lovely expression
and vulnerable hearts.
Be careful out there.
Be keenly aware,
but please be brave,
and continue to share
your lovely selves,
your ideas, all your bests,
and please don’t be bullied
by poetry pests.
We teach our children not to stare
But human nature bests us
For seeing someone not the norm,
Despite our efforts, tests us.
The wheelchair-bound, the little folk,
The scarred and the tattooed;
To all who differ from the rest,
Our eyes get drawn and glued.
Of course, we quickly turn away
(Except the rude, who don’t)
But even just that little glance
Reminds us that we won’t
Be able, from our fragile perch
Upon the status quo,
To understand how life must feel
When people view you so.
Rugby, what a beautiful and passionate game
Its not about money, fashion or fame.
Invented one day by a guy named Webb
How do go "I have a game to play"?
A war that's fought on a muddy field
They'll give their last breath to insure victory is sealed.
The pride of a nation rests on their shoulders
They have the heart, they're stood like boulders.
Its not about winning and they know
We're a rugby nation, we wanna see heart and a good show.
With quick passes out to the wings
The Millennium erupts, the entire country sings.
He's on his twenty two, he has a way to go
And stood in front of him is a Tommy Bow.
He has the pace and a Rugby brain
He makes ten yards and changes his lane.
He beats the one but not the other
A cheeky offload, its in the hands of his brother.
He's tackled fast and what a hit!
Two minutes on the floor he'll need to sit.
The balls been recovered and passed inside
The forwards have got it, you better run and hide.
Bests of men who never get the glory
I think their work is 80% of the story.
We're just over the half way and today's not the defenses day.
They missed their chance,
the ball went back but they was all in a trance.
We still have the ball and we're smashing trough
Now we're on their twenty two.
The balls being passed from left to right
Their looking for a gap, that little bit of daylight.
Our captain he gets in in his two hands
He boulders through on his ass the defender lands.
That was it! The chance we need
He done his job, he knows how to lead.
The ball goes out straight to the right
Only one defender left in the fight.
One quick dummy and he's been conned
He touches the ball down and you see the brotherly bond.
Crying, cheering and cwtching and that's just the crowd
They can take a break, they done their country proud.
Those feelings they have I'll never know
I just wanted to say, "Thank you for the show".
It's wrong to deny what your heart desires
If it's right, set your hormones on fire
No need to fight the temptation
Let out all of your sexual frustration
Don't hold back, let your imagination loose
Take your wild side for a cruise
If it is right for you at the moment
Don't be afraid to act on it
If he knows how to touch your body with care
Don't be afraid, relax, let him take you there
If it makes your body feel good
Let your body do exactly what it should
Let your hormones be your guide
Take your new vehicle on a test drive
Let your mind relax
Take it slow, let your insides climax
No need to stop or hesitate
Your body deserves to get laid
Ask yourself, how long has it been
Since your body has been caressed inch by inch
If it is feeling wrong, then you know it's right
Get some sexual healing, there are no red lights
Once he enters you, don't yell stop or no
Give him all green lights and let your juices flow
Once he gleans all of the sighs from you
Let your internal emotions wild and loose
Be selfish when it comes to your needs
For your body is what sex feeds
Don't be so quick to rush
Take your time, get more than enough
Love the night with every stroke of sex
Just make the night, one of your bests
Form:
by Michaelw1two
Poetic writes speak volumes too,
this profound nature of humanity;
expression’s glyph or determination’s rift,
each soothing rhyme or base profanity;
provoke of consciousness that drift,
so casually or with rude insanity;
furiously incite or simultaneously delight,
set straight a thought or induce banality;
unconscious rubric struggles forth,
within the cleave of line, phrase and meter;
guides a casual readership towards,
all present trends hidden in a bard’s demeanor;
exposing just who seems ubiquitous, who is ingenuous,
or just simply stubbornly ridiculous;
one’s sensuality splayed, our generosity bade,
your critical natures shown meticulous;
senses not semantics, rule of roles revised,
lines of life’s romantic, cleverly devised;
discovering our thoughts on everything,
exposing our minds to Id and ideals contrived;
methods breached lift conclusion’s reach,
an ill-advised tome reaps the thought’s divine;
nurtured reasoning replaced by jest,
releases the distain hidden within a mind’s set plein;
within this relief be it muse or beast,
rests an orators mirth, or an epic myth’s imply;
poetic license freed, such a thing indeed,
that “cat’s meow” bests a graven image’s belie;
metaphors and idioms when used correct,
add intrigue and delight to a word works vamp;
bathos taps one’s inner laugh, hyperboles,
release a poem’s waft, jape and poet’s stamp;
pleonasms reinforce, oxymora juxtapose,
litotes understate, analogies delineate… cognition;
and irony, an express of verbal, dramatic,
cosmic or Socratic, lead to a write’s ideal fruition;
understanding each of these parts implores,
partnership between, these particles and that of yours;
expressing the limits of personal tastes and so much more,
you, your dreams, schemes, hates, fears, tears and rapport;
binding together all of US, and create the bonds that thus sustain,
poetry to living life, to easing strife, within the poet’s world domain.
Michael WalkerJohn
The path of Spring
I have desired to tour the path of Spring,
Not for any love aside love of my broods.
Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan‘s string.
I’ll be accommodating to each guest’s ring,
Let their guitar,... their drumbeat but to my herds.
I have desired to tour the path of Spring.
I ‘ll be responsive to all willing to sing,
If they’ll be ready to implant holy moods.
Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.
Let’s assume Easter-time is a bird with wing,
I’ll allow it in, to sip, for my abounds.
I have desired to tour the path of Spring.
Leave me when it’s even’ of Spring-tide to swing--
Will enjoy this moment with bests of my dudes.
Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.
Not easily forget will the Seed-time ding,
If truly I will stick to these charts in roads.
I have desired to tour the path of Spring,
Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.
Mother
Magnificent, emollient
Caring, dedicating, inspiring
Patience, placid, pleasance , passion
Intriguing, fascinating, hurting
Ebullient, mysterious
Love
Winter solstice's fine.
Like starting to grow sun shine,
I'll try bests of mine.
Fengleishanren.
a false man, a true man
a crooked man's strife
a litany of sins, as long as his life
a young man, an old man
a man for all times
a scale that will measure much more than his crimes
a thin man, a fat man
a man as he's made
a price not to bargain, but simply be paid
a cold man, a warm man
a gentle man's fate
a changing for better, before it's too late
a strong man, a weak man
a just man at last
a chance now to live life, not ruing the past
a live man, a dead man
a peaceful man rests
a time to reflect on his worsts and his bests
a rare man, a common man
ubiquitous man
a time to come home now, to where he began
Form:
Pay attention and listen to the words that i mention, no need for fishing for fiction
for my vision's on a mission. To keep my goals in sight without getting uptight, i'm a
man i take a stand for what i feel is right. I never hang with a crowd or try to get real
loud, or walk around with a frown with my head in a cloud. Although i do have
dreams i'm courageous and strong, i believe in myself as my life goes on. I can not
and will not ever decline, my bests foots forward and i'm going for mine. See my life is
like a highway i gotta keep straight, if i change my lane i might meet my fate. It's an
open road highway i'm in my lane, i'm too far gone with alot to gain. I'm gonna sing
a song and dance my whole life long, i'll pay a price in my life for everything i do
wrong. If i beat cheat steal kill or lie, i'll have noone else to blame except me myself and
i. When i look in the mirror my reflection i see, if i take the wrong path the wrong
direction i'll be. I wanna go through heaven's gate don't wanna be late, i'm gonna look for
satans hook i'm not gonna take the bait.
I call you friend
By Herold Osmond Owoseb
I have walked for miles
I have seen the tiles
And felt the colours of the rainbow
I have seen your smile
For more than a while.
Have watched you grow and thrive;
Into the talented young woman you are today.
What else have I to say,
Other than that you have inspired me,
To be the bests me I could ever be.
Moments have come and gone
And I wish for that special smile to brighten my day
I have a friend I can call a friend,
Even when life brings the distance.
May you continue to blossom
And ignite like a torch of hope for many to see
26 June 2015
Form:
Inspired by Syed Wakil Ahmed
by Michaelw1two
Blissful peace; verses instability, violence, and disorder,
harmonious relations intervene, wicked minded interloper;
world's jactation spreads, amidst deflexion by war's aper,
segmentation of life hosts, exemplifies mind's distemper.
Grant control, rein heart's pride, control vice's constraints,
seek to follow mystery clear, don accoutrements of saints;
grope no words in death's fervor, thirst of living queint,
drink deep of past relations, in minds of men reacquaint.
Feed fulfillments probable, dream vivid vision's expectation,
shout in soul the glorious tune, salvation, life’s elation;
emulate will of peace, reach higher for mental causation,
trust in seed that breeds deeds, rekindle love's foundations.
Sense in conduct moral thought, alter minds of wicked men,
guide wayward souls to bold goals, as now a change begins;
speech enthralls troubled hearts, ear words heard so bends,
gatherings wide end madness' strife; pure light now descends.
Aware in individual power, changes grant being's eternity,
fully fight, in battles smite, modern fascist's amorality;
peace is earned in generous sums, defeat for wars duopoly,
relationship of mind and soul, bests corporate monopoly.
January 2010