Best Blessedly Poems
Three crosses stood still that faithful day
As the skies sadly wept a guilted grey
On the highest hill they would be seen
By Roman ruled eyes that did demean
The middle cross covered in rustic red
Where the calamitous Christ’s blood sacrificed shed
The lachrymal lamb dies for our shameless sins
As the whispering winds wind and the sky dims
The christened cross made thus Divine
For the Christ awaits Ascension to His Holy shrine
The weathered wood of dogmatic Destiny
Dexterously dismantled while bereaving blessedly
The Christ carefully put in a timeless tomb
With His Loving Light creates a new womb.
March.26.2016
A Happy Easter
From (:^WW^:)
Categories:
blessedly, celebration, christian, destiny, easter,
Form:
Sonnet
“God like, not so different”
She wrote,
“where do you go to my lovely?”
my response,
“I sink into the screen
like a scream queen goddess,
I am Lilith most of the time
tap dancing away and
singing off key unashamedly
loudly in life out of step, always
out of time, the ballyhoos
clap apathetically warning,
"watch out, incoming, car wreck!",
more like a shipwreck
broken-in-half, sunk in the deep,
treasures scattered on
the seabed, keys missing
loot unreachable
the flotsam of an ego
jetsam to lighten the
sinking load, arriving
amidst the shallows,
half cracked open
on the Ocean's shore,
waiting for the electric storm
to penetrate the brain, then
I become the electric storm
come to defibrillate the broken heart,
the haunting hero haunting heroes
dashed on their cerebral rocks
like Sirens alarmed all going off,
the feet both punctured,
walking over the sharp unopened
and opened broken shells,
mothers of pearls
bleeding stories,
their cornucopia unblessed
blessedly overflowing in the flow
of long nights' bittersweet darkness,
walking from room to room
talking in tongues,
strange and estranged,
adlibbing alienation
through boundless walls,
carrying a heavy cross like a ghost
in a residual haunting,
a storm in a teacup
sometimes passing,
the cake all eaten,
hungry for more
of something;
but on the 7th day I rest
and become God like
pleased with the turmoil
and calm I have jusifiably created,
there I will be seen
heavenly comotosed
resting under the duvee;
I am what I am,
then to the relief
of my monsters,
I fall,
I sleep …
I sleepwalk
commanding them all;
there is no escape.”
“you gotta larf,” she says, "how do you stop?"
the response,
“easier said than done, my friend;
the red shoes are killers to take off."
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
ljb - llb, klb, mlb
llb - gvlm
“Most poets are mad. It doesn't qualify us for anything.”
Anne Sexton
“Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.”
Anne Sexton
“I am not immortal. Faustus and I are the also-ran.”
Anne Sexton
The Three Graces
The Three Fates
The Morai
Categories:
blessedly, muse,
Form:
Narrative
Relaxing in my garden chair blessedly alone,
with my cup of soothing chai and Scottish scone.
No TV, computer, iPod, kith or kin,
my crossword puzzle I shall now begin.
So, an eight-word name for a Mayan sink?
A quika--I didn't even have to think!
As the sun clears the rolling hills afar
I'm done, a crossword superstar!
My Corgi Hal licks my face in congratulations,
as the sun-lit moor beckons her invitation.
Such a simple, sweet, tranquil pleasure,
Sunday morning crosswords, my priceless treasure.
2/14/23
Categories:
blessedly, joy,
Form:
Quatrain
Closer We Get, The Farther We Look Back
Sad dying embers of yesterday's feast
interest and feed me not in the least
For the hearty joys that future shall give
heartens me to strive forever to live
Great memories of my family's past
flow blessedly with me until the last
Into the dark void my soul may soon fly
my past good and bad I will not deny
Returning often in my long night dreams
she of ravishing beauty, skin of creams
Memories of loves that took a wrong turn
yet with it all, my restless mind still yearns
Closer we get, the farther we look back
cherish our memories we stay on track
Robert Lindley
REVISED..
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 106
Categories:
blessedly, allusion, art, deep, introspection,
Form:
Sonnet
With a heavy heart I embrace
Willingness to come forth efface
All my many unspoken crimes
In the name of our Jesus Christ.
Beneath the breath of my still tongue
They stay struggling to flit among
Memories of stained sinful deeds.
In the name of our Jesus Christ.
To completely wholeheartedly
Accept your judgment blessedly
For your most infinite mercy
In the name of our Jesus Christ.
With a blithesome bosom rising
Of God's anointing sight I sing
Of place of shelter from the storm.
In the name of our Jesus Christ.
12/27/2019
Poetry Contest: Writing Prompt - Take The Dagger Out
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Categories:
blessedly, forgiveness, jesus, prayer, sin,
Form:
Lyric
REPLACEMENT
I champion a different philosophy of life
On a scale line of dramatic and emotional
Thought
Ranging from hate to love –
Weight dishes filled balanced evenly –
Replacement overpowers the right extreme
The love dish clatters noisily on the table
Hate is left hanging high and dry
Replaced by love
Whose presence is monumentally ponderous
The ideology remarkably simple –
Any thought residing in the suspended hate dish
Is blessedly replaced by love.
Dave Austin
Categories:
blessedly, love,
Form:
Free verse
Imagine if you could visit Heaven for only one day...
Who would you search for, and what would you say?
Can you envision the beauty beyond its streets of gold?
Would it be as glorious as in the Bible it's been foretold?
Would you search for your dearly deceased loved ones,
mothers, fathers, brothers, daughters and sons?
Would you wish to remain with them in such a divine place?
Would you fall to your knees if you saw God’s face?
Imagine such an Elysian paradise without violence or hate,
where everyone is blessedly content, and no one is irate.
Visualize greeting your grandparents as they were in youth.
Can you conceive a realm where no lies are told; only truth?
If a visit I could make, I'd thank God for such an amazing gift.
Then sit upon a fluffy cloud, looking around as I slowly drift.
I would hold my Mother's hand and probably beg to stay.
Can you imagine visiting Heaven, even if for only one day?
January 22nd, 2021
Can You Imagine-Any Form Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
blessedly, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh translucent the body takes it's ovoid shape,
An amalgam of life from inside it's bloated state,
Pro choice and glistening,
latching in a confined space of creation,
As outside light penetrates to it's depth and core,
Taking energy blessedly to it's segmented form,
Steady development throughout the course of time,
White connecting with the embryo as the blastoderm grows,
From a yoke source of life in the balance and throes
Great challenge in this incubation period,
With passion for life and birth,
A deep search for air cells breathing the first inhalation of spacious scenes
We've crept through evolution with the same stages reached,
We step past our dreams shell shocked we walk on by,
Casting this shadow over death like we are all god like,
No type of crack shows how perfect certain skins can be shed,
Blessed with new life like hatching from an egg
Categories:
blessedly, baby, celebration, eve,
Form:
Rhyme
Three crosses stood still that faithful day
As the skies sadly wept a guilted grey
On the highest hill, they would be seen
Ruled by Roman eyes that did demean
The middle cross covered in a rustic red
Where the blood of Christ, sacrificed shed
The limpid lamb died for our shameless sins
With whispering winds spun by Angels wings
The Christened cross was made thus Divine
For Christ awaited ascension to the Holy Shrine
And the weathered wood of dogmatic Destiny
Dexterously dismantled bereaving blessedly
Christ was carefully rested in a timeless tomb
As His Loving Light created a newly found womb.
Revamped from an older poem...
Feb.27.2019
Cross - Your Interpretation
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Categories:
blessedly, christian, easter, jesus, spiritual,
Form:
Sonnet
the long ringing hum
of the singing bowl
releasing its holy om
enchanting coasting gliding
hovering in mid air
till elevated to a higher realm
betwixt heaven and earth
mingling with celestial spirits
of obvious angelic descent
connecting mortals with divinity
a chant to intertwine the two
mythical mystical
blessedly delectable
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on February 19, 2019 for contest FEBRUARY WK 4 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Originally posted on January 24, 2019
Categories:
blessedly, angel, heaven, sound, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
'Course as a grim teller of tall tales,
(albeit poetic) reasonable rhyming
quasi roundelay I readily admitted to feign
cuz, stringing words together with
pride and prejudice plus
sense and sensibility, jocularity,
and conformity I dissed deign
(spoiler alert) iamb, trochaic,
dactylic, and anapestic metrical reign
jest your ordinary garden variety
dollar short day late dime a dozen
penniless citizen banker Abel and Cain,
yet mine mean mien blithely, daringly,
fatuously, ludicrously, nauseatingly,
pretentiously playfully urbane
many (if not all readers)
will coon sitter
yours truly harmlessly insane,
whose feeble attempts
to wax and wane
oft times falls flat (splat goes Matt)
as if dropped out plane,
without a parachute
instantly recuperating while lain
supine (winded, but...
none the worse) asthma brain
suffers concussion, confusion, contusion
actually, immediately, and unexpectedly
knocked fluent German speaking ability
within germane guy verständlich?
If ye really comprehend
trademark non Turkish gobbledygook
then explain (using
language of least familiarity),
but best to commence
with eye catching hook
impossible mission
apt lit pupils (mine)
to evade even momentarily
riveting, spellbinding,
and transfixing look
courtesy ingenious way
with word ye snook
cored me and took
wind out my sails.
Nor could I breakaway courtesy automobile,
cuz 2009 Hyundai Sonata
would not start... yea for real,
thus finding me ready to yoke
neck (think gibbet) each heel
dangling as body goes limp
blessedly, finally, happily
ridding me of any/all hangups,
one less goo goo gaga born this way
poker face cards for him to deal.
UNGABLUZUM describes this schlemiel!
Categories:
blessedly, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Long ago, one Christmas morn, in a stable a child was born
Innocent, helpless and small
How could we believe He’d someday die to save us all?
On His mother He depended for his every need
How then could we imagine it would be by His blood alone that we’d be freed?
Growing up in a time and place so different from Heaven above
Living and dying here on Earth, what a symbol of His love.
To the cross He lovingly went
Knowing it was for our sins alone that He had been sent
Dragging His cross up to that hill where men were condemned to die
Jesus, our Savior suffered the fate while we were all passed by.
“King of the Jews,” that’s what the sign had read.
Hanging just above His thorn crowned head.
Blood spilled from nail driven hands and feet
As Christ suffered a death most bitter and sweet.
The pain and agony He lovingly endured
To give us the gift of salvation, most blessedly assured.
He never counted the cost of a price that was oh so high
Giving up His last breath so we may never have to die.
Today He walks amongst us, having conquered the grave.
Loving, hoping and waiting for us to accept the gift that He gave
When on that day so long ago He died in our place
Proving the power of God’s most amazing grace.
So this Christmas morning before you race for the tree
Take a moment to thank God for Jesus, for the gift of life eternally.
But don’t stop there, unwrap that gift of salvation today
What better way is there to tell Jesus………Happy Birthday?!
Categories:
blessedly, devotion, faith, father, forgiveness,
Form:
Rhyme
Sunrise aglow, she plucks a flower from his garden,
in a stealth hush, she sees him serene this warden.
Meanders even closer upon a sequestered creek
She imagines a brush of his lips against her cheek.
When a curious corgi barks and ignites a blush
Her stroll again will end, amongst the grass so plush,
verdant with an aura a somber amber green,
‘tis the first time this intruder has ever been seen.
Relaxing in my garden chair blessedly alone,
with my cup of soothing chai and Scottish scone.
No TV, computer, iPod, kith or kin,
my crossword puzzle I shall now begin.
So, an eight-word name for a Mayan sink?
A quika—I didn't even have to think!
As the sun clears the rolling hills afar
I'm done, a crossword superstar!
My Corgi Hal licks my face in congratulations,
as the sun-lit moor beckons her invitation.
Such a simple, sweet, tranquil pleasure,
Sunday morning crosswords, my priceless treasure.
Categories:
blessedly, beauty, fantasy, garden,
Form:
Rhyme
A Poet Who Has Touched Me
Can a poet be known
of poetry alone?
Am I blind to him other
than what is revealed
in a world self-made
of fiction or reality?
This man I know
only through that
which is the poetry of
his soul.
Whether I know him or not,
he has only what God gives him.
Right now God promises him less
and lets my own end be blessedly unknown.
I cannot make sense
of dying around me
Nor of my own whenever
that should be.
I know only too well
it will be.
Kathryn McL. Collins
this was written for a poet friend who died not long after the poem was written.
Categories:
blessedly, care,
Form:
IN MODERATION
By: William S. Labtis
Anything….taken
in excess is wrong!
Physically, morally or legally!
What may cause or uncaused you
Un-ending indigestion, detestation
protestation , exhaustion or exhumation!
After that condemnation…is a word of caution!
We may take it lightly or seriously
Everything of anything maybe precariously
Must be inconsideration always
To a safety-net should command
To seemingly good and blessedly
We must think twice and wisely
Look back for moderation as a demand.
Having dealt with in practice
Totally or wildly these earthly vices
Will surely become a backfire.
In any ground, workplace or perchance
Omit or commit, the end is indeed the measure
In battlefields, too much is an extreme
Nothing is lost than yourself alone.
Next, coming soon, live or let live
Everyday, every hour and every minute
Playfully, habitually, illegally or criminally
You may think the law dismiss or spare
What may be done uncommon or un-naturally
As the mean justify the end, automatically
As the best judgment…is moderation!
Partake and indulge
Why not! But have we considered
There are other lives who wanted to live
By themselves, with you ,however, never cared
So much we have taken advantaged of
Disheartened and engaged with and prejudiced
Nothing in exchange for moderation
The best of times.
May have leisurely come
Grasped handily, nevertheless, having done
Against the law of Heaven and man
Humanly physical. biological and environmental
and material
But you have gone so far so fatal
Forgot moderation which could have been
sweetly natural must prevail.
Categories:
blessedly, life, prejudice,
Form:
Rhyme