Best Bolstering Poems
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And did his rash actions give this prince
Cause, in moments of troubling quietude,
To ruefully ponder on all which could not
Be rewound?
A lamentable lack of honourableness and
Uncemented fortitude
Which brought those crashing towers down;
An inevitability borne from the desperation
Of his passions...
So unlike her own desperate passions contained
Inside the hapless extremities of a single gaze.
Her obvious compliance; the tawdriness of this
Sordid contract enabling an old-fashioned
Demand for dutiful obedience...but still betrayed
By a resigned sort of hopelessness. The futility of a
Guilt; his schoolboy-pawing of the tensioned strap;
Your revulsion; his constant bolstering...the
Belittling with that inane, maddening, witless chat.
Angels come in a variety of sizes,
often unexpected, full of surprises.
Times when we’re in direst need,
without fanfare or showy parade,
they’ll comfort us with timely aid,
being sympathetic, they pay heed.
Possessing no halo that can be seen,
they’re often someone who has been
a familiar face in the neighbourhood.
Maybe an acquaintance living near
who helps us vanquish doubt and fear.
At the onset, it is clearly understood
they seek no reward nor compensation.
Showing no bias or dogmatic persuasion,
Angels are there when ill fortune overtakes,
and we feel cornered; the future bleak.
Bolstering our resolve, they’ll quietly speak
to restore optimism, and relieve heartbreaks.
But to see Angels we must first open our eyes,
as they favour no stereotype. We must recognise
they come in varied sizes and temperaments,
displaying no signs, such as halo and wings,
nor playing harpsichord, as a heavenly choir sings,
being plain folks, without musical instruments.
Nonetheless, they restore our peace of mind
when our need is greatest. Ever welcome, we find
their presence alone, exerts a becalming effect.
Without Angels to ease times of deep despair,
our burden, could prove impossible to bear.
Such Angels are ones we love and respect!
Rhymer. June 1st, 2016
"I wandered lonely as a cloud" -- William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a life
bereft of joy by reason’s cloud
to sling invective like a scythe
from perched on high, lofty and proud.
Naught from my lips but bile and scorn,
delight extinguished, long since shorn.
Imprisoned by my intellect,
I held my neighbor in disdain,
the simpletons who genuflect,
lift voice in praise to gods inane.
Devoid of purpose, meaningless,
inflicting pain, I caused distress.
Ensconced in fog, truth thus eludes,
for nothing blinds like one’s own will,
prolongs the moral turpitude,
bolstering self yet further still.
The darkness bears an evil grin,
a putrid corpse, lest dawn breaks in.
But worlds come crashing down, of course.
A penetrating shaft of light
that sears at first, causes remorse,
illumines one’s desperate plight.
A warmth then flushes on the face
by blood reborn, restored by grace.
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for the I Wandered Lonely as --- Challenge Poetry Contest
sponsored by Natasha L Scragg
written on 09/18/2022
Celebrations galore
throughout the hemisphere
worldly delight
Bright sunny day
temperatures mild
blissful happenings
Joyous occasion
bolstering freedom
laughs and smiles
Universal principles
thorough determination
brings vivacity
The wind
from heaven's height
filled with happiness, gaiety
Life's responsibilities
can at times
be pleasurable
Evening fosters a
delightful night
enjoying placidity
Politicians are the most pretentious
to emerge from the primordial mulch
of creation.
They pretend to love,
they pretend to care,
In the case of them doing any deal
remotely benefiting constituents
is on condition they profit in prestige,
wealth and a seat, a boardroom chair.
They hug an old lady its a photo opp
They kiss a baby its a god damn video shot,
Even though the homeless is festering,
lacking in compassion, bolstering they bray,
But miss the point that businesses has
reneged on paying a livable wage
The politicians are one piece of work,
weird that they represent the rich and
well to do,
and to you, dem stuff dem chest with
ashes while exiting poverty,
they knew which way the wind blew
Well, money pour to the centre augmented
by a guard of honor rough beast of men,
though shroud now, don't be surprise when
you find its the politicians.
Babbling bantering behind bashful backs
Bolstering bizarre behavior between brawling brothers
Before bogus betrayals bragging both bravo
Benevolent beguile beginning bequeath
Borrowed broker buoyancy best brainchild
Beneath broken bureaucrats breach
LOL
I so wanted to give you what you asked for
Even though I could not comply, comfortably.
From where I stand, it's a mighty tall order,
To comment on why I haven't commented.
I feel half of these works are an attempt at ego bolstering,
And y'all KNOW who you are.
I feel some are here for favorable reviews,
Not honest observations.
So, on that, I defer commenting...possibly indefinitely.
I thrive on harsh criticism, not the flourish of pretty accolades.
I admit, I like to be liked, but not at the expense of my work.
Some have dared to critique me; HURRAY!
You are the blessed in my book!! You are the true.......
I will end this with a very old saying:
SMOOTH SAILING NEVER MADE A SKILLFUL SAILOR.
Celebrate humility with the agility and amiability
Ensconced in the sublime civility facility in salvation city
As God grants you nobility, versatility and mobility
To scale hallowed heights
To absorb the simplicity and centrality of sumptuous sights
Devoid of pesky plights and feeble fights
When your own efforts at bolstering and mastering matrimony pale into insignificance
In the context of bliss balance at the confluence of confidence and circumstance
Where once providence-propelled you achieve optimal outcomes, for instance
When at the right place and at the right time, God places you
Strategically to inject zeal into faith and commitment anew
Bound with glue to your partner as you utilise a critical clue
To propel your marriage into a new orbit
Measured not in feet or nanometer but in a concrete cubit
When you and your partner ensure every matrimonial bit
Snaps seamlessly into place
In your matrimonial jigsaw case
With neither disgrace nor distress
To galumph with confidence into your forty first lap
Ensuring you seal every conceivable gap
To sow seeds of further growth and tap
Every opportunity that enhances matrimonial dignity
Sagacity, temerity to harvest from every opportunity
Chances to play right, think right, act right and to propel the certainty
That the forty first decade brings success
Anchored on placing Providence at the centre of every critical process
In which the main ingredient lies in the centrality of grace.
the wet night
etherial ambience
bright moon showering
dazzling magnificence
sapphire blue sky
magical dainty breeze
moist buds of air
blissful existence
end of time
lamenting for the lost souls
missing the magical moment
irresistable dreams
lost horizons reappear
time is an illusion
her soul embraced mine
in that eternal moment
and united into one
our hearts interwined
bolstering and strengthening
the bond of
our eternal existence
Bolstering
Energizing
Awesome
Calming
Home
All the comforts that modern life bestows
On the human race across the seven seas
Despite advances in material acquisitions
We still live in penury that is not material.
Ample instances of powerful nations with
Abundance of wealth and material riches
And affluence kissing them in all exuberance
Do still live in penury that is not material.
The wealth that men accumulate in their life
For living in comfort and ease without strife
Do surely help in bolstering the exalted hype
But still live in penury that is not material.
All the progress achieved to make our life rich
Have miserably failed the mankind to realize
With vigorous efforts to reach the goal set
We still live in penury that is not material.
Those who understand the futility of riches’
Are the ones that lead truly a wealthy life
The rest though found rolling in affluence
Still live in penury that is not material.
Another typical insipid day
the sweet, crimson glowing ember
falling revealing the lustrous serenity
of kaleidoscopic skies
Elysian whispers around
my remaining canvas of arid
Gossamer and prosaic filled voids
replaces citrine, saffron nirvana
Bodies surrounding shimmer effulgent colors
I'm yet to remain in my dull ashen-sparked cave
A sudden delirious shriek
gleeful, exuberant faces
twisted into pale onyx terror
An apocalyptic doomsday guaranteed
Terminal of mankind ; destruction of
of earth prophesied
Everyone's glistening resplendent canvases
splattered grim trepidation
Painted with oblivion; like mine
with included kneaded dollops of overwrought
Perhaps the revolutionary, prodigious hysteria
sparked fluorescent inspiration
My ebony pedestrian now being sparkled
in an euphoric nostalgic feeling
A persistent voice echoing;
...
An exploded erosion of scarlet filled emotions
I clutch my brush and become the creator I once was;
Amongst the cacophonic abyss
painting an ephemeral, nebulous word
into my perennial realms of cerulean hopes
Brushstrokes of light touched canary among daffodil fields
Turning into shapes of radiant marigold inspiration
painted over leftovers of monotonous drab
In the end's haunting echo of emptiness
I found my exuberant-buttercup passions of a sunlit meadow
My bolstering voice of ivory whispered inspirations
I am an azure propelling star among cobalt filled echoes
of forgotten melodies
I've reimagined my painted chiaroscuro perspectives,
crafting a bold artistic masterpiece
Malignant gangrenous political cancer
corrupts, festers, and poisons United States,
thus opposition cannot wait,
especially since Gospel in accordance
with feeble minded Donald Trump
implemented wrought ugly trait,
particularly obliteration, sans progressive
human rights legislation
more or less pronounced positive
in every L ionized Nittany or cotton bowl state
and ratiocination inherent within
mine Democrat oriented mind doth rate
this forty fifth president (defect)
with sawdust packing
his noodle oven egotistical pate
trophy wife (spouse number three),
a Slovenia mate
donning "I don't care anymore"
t-shirt rousing media firestorm of late
essentially silently corroborating,
fostering, and illuminating hate
mutely bolstering the Trump anthem,
viz make America great
again, which pathless,
pithless, and pointless aim
roars like an earsplitting runaway freight
train oblivious of wailing soul asylum,
that no era meets said criteria
backtracking time machine before
rightful indigenous occupants of this land
got decimated as one after another
exploiter did inundate
(comprising a multitude
of indigenous variety of village people
indignantly subjected to Genocide,
when first "discoverer"
of new land didst promulgate
activation wrought deliberate sealed fate
vis a vis capitulation, demolition,
and extirpation, cuz
a scathing rebuke aye attest,
those murderers didst equate
worthlessness of
so called "Indians" on 1492 date,
and still remnants of storied tribes,
now attempt to create
historical documentation operate
ting with limited resources to adjudicate.
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Food methinks doth buzzfeed drumbeat agog
at pyrotechnics July 4th, 2018 shared as blog
posts, a falsehood prevails which dog
gone “FAKE” brewed watered down grog
posits that the majority of Colonialists stay hog
tied to strict task masters, and mainly the scant
upperclass experienced autonomy,
no matter the under class didst futilely rant
and rave with the occasional
uprisings over time did grant
minimal appeasement to stifle violent kant!
Sol's chariot slowly sinks, setting sanguine skies afire
while an ebony darkness descends, dousing scarlet flames.
And shadowy silhouettes swiftly shape shift...mimicking
monovalent monsters, bolstering bugaboo beliefs,
as a maroon moon maneuvers amidst a sea of stars.
(Free Verse)
June 14, 2018
When line five enables your poem to thrive
Silent One
In Memorial
You were my scent of freedom,
my sight of joy.
My song of Love,
my words of completion.
Time is easing pain and
Bolstering growth.
I’m thanking God for renewal,
Restoration,
And,
Reformation.
I let go, float the waters, and trust His ways…