Best Bid Poems
In the auction of love my heart is the star lot
The gavel will go down as Cupid’s arrow hit the spot
I fall on bended knee and offer you a diamond ring
Please accept it my beautiful Queen, and I’ll be your King
Contest: Bid on my love
Sponsor: Tammy Reams
11~27~15
We bid you farewell,Oh Dear!
Farewell Sweet Memory
Through faith We face reality.
Our God Himself descended
To his word We adhere
He held you a bit closer
and wiped away each tear.
He raised you to his land
with a loving hand,
We'll miss you Dear Uncle
We'll miss you Dear friend.
Until We meet again
In our hearts you will stand.
A hat covering white hair
Your beard never hid a smile
Your jokes,your low voice,
Past stories told,
the tick-tock sound of each clock,
Shared moments,Hours to behold.
Always remembered
Fondly in our thoughts
An Old Pal,A humble man
with a heart of gold.
Until We Meet Again
In the Land Of No Tears
Dear Uncle Aldo,
We Bid You Farewell.
Bid on my love and you shall be pleasantly surprised
At the depth of understanding and passion in my eyes
I'm genuine, jubilant and down to earth with no pretense
Life with me will be content, blissful and thrillingly intense
11/28/2015
It's not up for auction like many other hearts are
It's there for the holding when soothing your scar
It beats only for one and that one is you
My heart I give freely and a love that is true
11/28/2015
Bid Them Return With Knowledge Of Eternity
Send out your best wandering tramps
to the far halls of mortal darkness
Bid them return with knowledge of eternity
and golden words secretly hidden
Beware phantoms will cut and burn
their hides that are soft and tender
Where demonic fires consume each mortal soul
a few hides will there toughen.
Few return but we the living may profit
from dark and deadly encounters
Hercules, half-god more than mere mortal
sowed seeds in man's seeking spirit
Forever we seek the golden chalice
at costs far too steep to bear
Sent courage, blessed gift from the Netherlands
where in darkness, sparks of life blood is kept
Bid them return with knowledge of eternity
Where demonic fires consume each mortal soul
Hercules, half-god more than mere mortal
Sent courage, blessed gift from the Netherlands
R.J. Lindley,
June 19th 1971
Note- From my private writes/journal.
Age 17 and walking through dark corridors..
When the gut says no; know that it’s forbidden
When heart repels the idea is forbidden
When mind think bad it is indeed forbidden!
When eyes look with hatred it is forbidden
When ears hears wrongs it is forbidden
When ways become to forbid one
Forbid the evil that tempts your innocents
Drift from the darkness that follows your shadow
Forbidden is the soul that plans nothing but evil
Get rid of the weeds that cripple your seeds
Stumble the block that rumble your rock
Bid to twist the bitterness into better
Forbid to be bedridden before you get ridden
Get rid when it last to let you lust
Forbid when it posses you and make you obsessed
Forbidden is the goal that aims nothing but hole
Forbid friends that frame your failure
Delete the deeds of those who deal with your defeat
Abide on your bid to forbid their beard
Reboot to release the strength to forbid the failure
Abort the abnormals to assess their assets
Research and rehearse before you react
Repent to repatriate their repel
But never regret to regulate their replay
Their bid is to beat you in your own game
Hence bid to forbid their forbidden bid
Best business needs the bold bid that bet the rest
Wrap and wrestle their wreck and leave them wrecked
Believe that a bit of bid that they get can get rid of your reach and forbid you to abide but leave you to abstain
From the best bid you are about to obtain
Be obliged to your objective to get rid of the obstacles
That forbids you to obstruct your oppressors
Don’t omit to offer your official bid that beat the beast
That bullies your battle
Bold on to build the gold that hold all the folk in a fold
Until they mould to mourn their forbidden moves
Remain content to your bid just to lift yourself a bit
And see the rest getting forbidden to face you!
Proposal of my love 'I plea'
entice me with your song like the raging sea
Grasp me with your warm breath of a hot flame
safeguard me from the waves who come to claim.
T. Reams copyright 11/27/15
Sweet magnolia, petals of creamy white
an ornament hung on evergreen trees
Your beauty filled my eyes with such delight
sultry scent drifted upon Summer's breeze
Why do you quickly rush to blush in brown
when I've added fresh water to your vase?
Should I have left you as a jeweled crown
on the tree that offered you a birth place?
I beg you, please forgive my selfish thought
Your dismal sorrow gives such cause to cry.
You're dying too soon and it breaks my heart
Farewell, lovely bloom, I bid you 'goodbye.'
No shears shall I take to another bloom
I cannot bear thoughts of causing their doom
First came your smile and then I learned to trust
that there was more between us than just pure lust
The years have passed and so has the lust
Now I know I was right in placing my trust
11/30/15
I shall not beg for love but simply ask of thee
to open your bruised heart, accept my apology.
More than words upon my lips, I offer a new day.
My gift, my soul to share – love’s perennial bouquet.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 12/7/15
Your soul’s love woven maze
Holds my heart’s fragile gaze
With each corner’s unveil
Cupid’s arrows impale
~~29 Nov 2015~~
I didn't want today to end
I was having so much fun
So I jumped right up to Heaven
I grabbed a hold of that sun
So warm was it's embrace
As I played and laughed and ran
Making me so full of energy
Never stopping was my plan
But like all good things
It had to come to an end
So for now we'll bid farewell
And I'll rest my weary head
When morning comes tomorrow
She'll come again to play
Peeking through my curtains
Bringing with her another fun filled day
In the august acclamations of weaponry
befits this uniform adorned
and in prideful boast our livery
of arsenal upon the enemy scorned
From this distant seat shall reap dead carapace
the automata's bullet indulges no refugee
to warrant such requital in fitting disgrace
the cowards of deaths technology
Bid thy to slaughter my child, to slaughtered be
in renditions dark battalions
and gather fragile limbs splatter splintered trophy
behest accolades pinned medallions
Touch pad the joy stick of war games
reload the unflinching trigger
machine gun of anonymous names
ply the graves of the unknown soldier
Set cause to profit and property
and in soulless regalia execute
this pestilent act to defile humanity
so reaped upon this bloody scythes repute
For this distant throne still bids fears menace
with guided missile acquits accountability
shall bare no witness to rueful penance
of cowards whelped by deaths technology
Bid thy to slaughter then my child, and to slaughtered be
in viscous deliverance either of these
dream thee not of honor or bravery
but in nightmares blade this evil appease
What would you bid on a love like mine; none better could you find.
I’ll fill your heart with happiness, for my love is good and kind.
If I bid on your love, I’d but require these few things of you -
Sincerity, good humor, and a heart that always beats true.
written Dec. 5, 2015 for the Contest of Tammy Reams
CXXVI
The time of life, that's not quite summer yet
Why flowers bid farewell late February
A seemingly unnecessary death
But fair to grace his holy sanctuary
It may perhaps thy dwelling's worth had lapse
For days filled with much toil prevailed at last
Thy cherished memories failed to find the gaps
And yet all these thy love could not surpass
The kind and gracious hand who knows what's best
That shook a tree fell fruit that seem unripe
Pale lips unbreathe thy weary soul to rest
Will usher into blissful, endless life
Did 'ere such love could flow from orphaned tears?
Will spring to joy that lasts ten thousand years