Best Bg Poems
If he were my Dad, he would be the best.
A distinguished Chef that taught me to cook.
An ever loving Heart, beats in his chest.
His spare time , he writes a Poetry book.
When its done; as a Poetry Family; We should all take a look.
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I have a distinct advantage, in the Culinary Arts.
“Dad” was a self made Chef : Loved by Culinary : ALL.
You have an distinct advantage, with your Ever Loving Hearts.
We climb the stairs of Poetry; to the Poet Laureate’s Hall.
We spend half of Eternity, reading Poems upon the wall.
He's a teacher, a Chef, a poet; a husband that Loves his Wife.
Allthough she now lives in Heaven, as she has for forty years.
His heart has found someone new; that has given him new life.
Barbara Jean, whom I call Mom; has dried up past forlorn tears.
He is a man deeply in love with everyone he knows, he loves all his peers.
This is a Quintain I wrote for Francine Roberts Contest " English Quintain Contest
Dedicated to "Dad and Mom" Harry D. Johnson aka Harry, HG, Liege and Barbara Jean
Gorlick aka BG, Mom I wrote this Dec. 3 I added the third stanza today Dec. 14
Categories:
bg, family, father, life, love,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Barbara Jean
Funny, friendly, bashful and sometimes bone-headed
Little sister of Dr. Daniel Merrill
Lover of the written word, my grandchildren and the natural world
I feel wonder at new life, love for my friends, and confusion with math
Afraid for the environment, abused women and children, and afraid of snakes
I would like to see Machu Picchu, my mothers's face once more and The Giants win the World Series
Resident of Vacaville, Ca
Gorelick
Categories:
bg, me,
Form:
Bio
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When you CLUTCH the VINES of attachment
GRASP them tightly, HOLD on to them
You suffer multi HUED agony endlessly
You GASP in pain
Remember nothing is yours.
All that you possess was gifted after birth
It will be taken away at death
Why have attachment to transient
We not be attached to permanent
The ultimate source of bliss and love
Detach from world, attach to God
Once you remove your worldly CLASP
you will GLIDE and SOAR freely
INHALE tranquility
You will be liberated from this world
Never to come back again
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For Grasp contest by Constance La France
04.07.2021
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Some verses from Bhagvad Gita related to attachment
BG 2.62: While contemplating on the objects of the senses, one develops attachment to them. Attachment leads to desire, and from desire arises anger
BG 2.63: Anger leads to clouding of judgment, which results in bewilderment of the memory. When the memory is bewildered, the intellect gets destroyed; and when the intellect is destroyed, one is ruined
BG 4.10: Being freed from attachment, fear, and anger, becoming fully absorbed in me, and taking refuge in me, many persons in the past became purified by knowledge of me, and thus they attained my divine love.
BG 5.10: Those who dedicate their actions to God, abandoning all attachment, remain untouched by sin, just as a lotus leaf is untouched by water
Categories:
bg, 10th grade,
Form:
Free verse
My LOVE - the sound of Her Symphonic voice
My LOVE - is Her music echoing in my ears
My LOVE - sighting Her silhouette walking towards me
as a shadow from Dawn's Sunrise
My LOVE - the vision of Her Smile, the sparkle in Her forest eyes
My LOVE - feeling Her warm, smooth silken skin; embracing me
My LOVE - the miracle of Her healing touch, inside my Broken Heart
My LOVE - the fragrance of her womanhood as I caress Her sandy blond hair
My LOVE - the flavor of Her lipstick, Eternal Life given with her kiss
Barbara Jean Gorelick (BG), My Dearest Most Only beLOVEd
Barbara Jean Gorelick (BG), My LOVE for the Eons of FOREVER
Xliamp
Dedicated to the LOVE, that keeps my Heart alive
Categories:
bg, hope, love, love,
Form:
List
I'm having a poetry party, and your all invited
This is going to be awesome: I'm so excited
Now here are the details to an evening of fun!
And a surprise for the great costume that won!
As the subject of a famous poem, you must dress
I'm coming as a black bird, now you have a guess
At Poe's Museum you should arrive about eight
Music and dancing and the food will be great
Save the date, for its happening on Halloween night
RSVP to BG by phone, email , even ESP is all right
There will be "spirits' for those who imbibe
If you should partake please plan not to drive
The guest list is secret but a hint I'll give you
Think SOUP if you will, how's that for a clue
There will be prizes and a even a surprise guest
She'll be giving a reading of some of her best
"See you there or be square" as the saying goes
If you can't make it we'll be sad goodness knows……..
Categories:
bg, fantasy, funny,
Form:
Couplet
I suppose that I should apologize
Cutting her off in traffic was unwise
With finger she saluted
Air with vile words polluted
She clearly intended me to chastise
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 2 in BG Gorelick's "Apology Accepted" Contest - December 2010
Categories:
bg, funny
Form:
Limerick
hand on back
drilled smile
he milks me
from behind
vote Monty
mochadoodle
moo
9/20/12
Black Eyed Susan
for nette's "septolet the puppet" contest
fabric: drill – double meaning of practice and durable twill cotton (also, cottonmouth refers to a dangerous snake as well as "an uncomfortable condition that feels as if your mouth is coated with cotton. http://www.ehow.com/how_8412538_fix-cottonmouth.html#ixzz278lYPjBG)
flavor: mochadoodle – not kidding! it's a flavor of coffee: milk chocolate, cinnamon, and hazelnut
(Monty is a made up senator - referring to the expression "the fully monty" - meaning everything that is expected or possible)
Categories:
bg, funny, people,
Form:
Verse
The Busiest swallows and adamant cranes
settled at last
Alluring starlings in murmuration
caught my gaze
Roosting of these birds proclaimed
a marvelous wonder
A beautiful young girl wore
the fluffy gown
and the corners were stitched
with a golden lace
Golden Angel was ready for the photoshoot
against a purple BG
The clear blue sky camouflaged
with sparse hues
Light orange color adorned
the passing clouds
And the mesmerizing purple color
intimated the SUNSET
Categories:
bg, beauty, sunset,
Form:
Free verse
The life is blooming slowly
at the white candles –
chestnut trees under my window.
In the sea angles the transparent cupolas
are rising –
dolphin tombs.
No, not for the first time
life is blooming in death,
by the eyes of the beauty
frozen by the jump…
A picture –
the wavy movement
of the brush, by the hand
wrested.
The Sea is dead.
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This is a link that shows a dead dolphin with bullets from a vending machine in the Black Sea.
http://www.vchera.bg/synqt-na-edin-razstrelqn-delfin/
Categories:
bg, animals, death, sea, sea,
Form:
Free verse
Is trust an emotion?
I pause jus for a moment hopin to
ponder
abt how ths elephant got to sitin
on ma
shoulder
im supposed to b a soldier bt ths
comotion in ma mind seems to
threaten my exposure
wonder how it became a secret,
that i
was jus flesh and bone
just a man
cast some darknes on ma paper so i
cn c ths world is bizzare the light is
blinding
me
the ones i claim my own cannot
bare the
site of me
and ths is all because of me, but
who is
me? Faults and mistakes
superimposd often
look the same
but mistakes only become wat they
r
once atempted
nuthing ventured nuthng gained
nuthin ventured nuthng lost so y
shld i apologize?
When attempts u expect of me give
birth
to my mistakes
i have failed, i have been victorious
what then defines the man i am?
The moments i overcame? Or the
mistakes that came and stayed to
remind me
to b wiser o die
bt death aint alway when u stop
breathn.
Sumitmes its just wen ur life loses
meanin wen u lose what at the
time seemd to b
ur reason 4 breathn..
In dat very moment, even 4 an
instance,
u r dead...
bt i go bek to the question
is trust an emotion.? Trust is takin
a leap, a giant 1, neva
pausin to blink.
Even wen u knw that the fal is wot
envitably cums next,.
trust is holdin ur breath til ur lungs
burn... Hopin.... N hop is all dat
saves us
we fal in slow motion creatin da
illusion
dat mayb....
n jus mayb we cn fly,.
Bt ofcourse we cnt,
cyclic story always ends wit a bg
thud, as da knight trades hs shining
armor for a
stockin mask he becums the thug...
And da princess takes a bow, her
interest
was al a pretence..
So no, trust is nt an emotion its a
choice...
Its a risk, calculated o nt dat we
willingly take..
We cnt live behind a glas window
lest da
world myt hurt us....
Coz pain is always beta than the
emptines of nuthn...
Ths our love myt hurt sum day.. Bt
its beautiful today
nw knwin al this.. A simple
question i
must enquire..
Do u trust me?
Categories:
bg, lovetrust,
Form:
When
a part
of body does
not function properly it can
be repaired, replaced. We are neither
body nor a part of body
We are
soul
When
we find
it difficult
to breathe, artificial
respiration keeps us alive.
This proves we are not the breath. When soul leaves
our body we are declared dead
We are
soul
Our
body
does not work on
its own. Soul seated in
the heart manages all internal
activities of body. Our soul is
fragmental part of God's body
We are
soul
When
we die
our body does
not go away. All can
see it with their eyes. All organs
can be reused in another body.
Body does not die but we die.
We are
soul
Our
body
is a garment
worn by soul. When soul leaves
our body, the body dies. Soul
gets a new body, a new birth. This goes
on until we get salvation
We are
soul
References from Bhagvad Gita
BG 15.7: The embodied souls in this material world are My eternal fragmental parts. But bound by material nature, they are struggling with the six senses including the mind.
BG 15.14: It is I who take the form of the fire of digestion in the stomachs of all living beings, and combine with the incoming and outgoing breaths, to digest and assimilate the four kinds of foods.
BG 2.22: As a person sheds worn-out garments and wears new ones, likewise, at the time of death, the soul casts off its worn-out body and enters a new body
1 Corinthians 3:16 : Do you not know that you are a temple of God and that the Spirit of God dwells in you
28.06.2021
Submitted to Ring My Bell contest by John Anderson
Syllable count checked at PS syllables counter
Categories:
bg, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
When was it that you became different?
You were never like this before ever.
Everything you used to do; efficient.
You're so intelligent, your bonds; you sever.
I cannot believeyou changed, you're altered.
When was it that you became dofferent?
Everything you used to do; sufficient.
You've come so far, yet you have just faltered.
I do hope you see soon enough, whats happened.
For you wede blinded bg gour own selfish greed,
Your wits have been blunt and dull; less sharpened.
Since your blindness you have neve ever.been freed.
Your a sycophant, an adulator; your a grovelor.
I am just floor'd; how you've become; brownoser.
Categories:
bg, brother, family,
Form:
Sonnet
wishing for you in a starlit room
where you used to lay i smell perfume
a silent barter of souls and blood
left me cold and alone in the thickening mud
wishes are granted but seldom at best
id tell you my story but you know the rest
CHORUS
a simple wish on a lit candle night
broken down in the pillow for the first time
like a blood stained towel and a dirty knife
hide the evidence well so they never find
me
another jet black mirror in your hotel room
with the blinds closed tight on the bride and groom
but something isnt what youre thinking of
when the bride leaves with a dress stained with blood
CHORUS
and take back your lies and deception
you plunged it in without a question
it hurt to know the life was planned on
someone else
CHORUS
ME x2
(CHORUS IN BG)
Categories:
bg, death, romance, song-
Form:
Lyric
Heart
Beating
Life's blood flow
Emotions dwell
Love
My son is having heart surgery this week..I would appreciate
your prayers. Love to my soup friends.. BG
Categories:
bg, family, health, hope
Form:
Lanterne
As a child had a cat,
A big black cat named Smokey.
Since I couldn't say his name,
I simply called hm Pokey.
He was my cat, I loved hm so,
A lovely bg black Persian.
My daddy bought hm just for me.
He thought he was a person.
He was a cuddle kitty, true,
Whate'er I did he tried;
But though he was so sweet and cute,
He had a darker side.
He liked to sit and watch the birds,
As they frolicked in the yard.
A nest was in the lemon tree,
And mom and dad stood guard.
Then one day the cat got out,
And climbed into that tree.
He was after baby birds,
Hidden 'mongst the leaves.
Suddenly the sky grew dark,
As Blue Jays flew in rescue,
Calling more and more to come,
And hundreds more accrued.
Smokey was knocked from the tree,
Fur flew in all directions,
As Blue Jays dove at him enforce,
He ran home for protection.
My mother opened wide the door,
As Smokey ran inside,
Bleeding from his many wounds.
A vet trip would betide.
He never climbed that tree again,
Just watched beside the window.
As birdies frolicked in the yard,
He nursed his shattered ego.
So tiny and so delicate,
As here and there they flew;
But formidable and deadly,
The kitty mused,"Who knew?"
Categories:
bg, cat, , cute,
Form:
Quatrain