Best Bolsters Poems


Premium Member Revitalized Love In the Fall of Winter

In the midst of vacant hours, echoes of expressions on opposite ends
are something of the same. Ruminating on questions; questions about
thy and questions about thou intertwined
with the then and the now. Thoughts
prelude to other thoughts of 
thoughts emerging to 
many thoughts.
Consulting and
considering 
the death
and birth
of us; is thy
disinclined 
to shed the 
events upon the
ground transformed
from a dream out of a
dream to this dream only of us?
A coherent argument it is, that the
memories back on yesterday brought us 
here today...But, when thy and thou bodies
meet and descend upon each accreting to the singular; occupancy
quickly overcomes vacancy leading the thoughts of many thoughts effaced.
(Sigh)...Thy and Thou love bolsters all the more today than back on yesterday.


Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT

12-11-2012

Premium Member The Seasons

Spring

A refresh of rain, falling down on them all
Un-quenching each leaf with tilt refrain
Linden shaped blossoms in spring do install
Such beautiful heaven that no one can maim
 The burst of an orange, a tulip in bloom
Infusion of flowers, by meadow's festoon
The shine of an orchid, ever so stark,
It stays on my mind, long after dark
The Rose brings her beauty, as I swift appraise
And summer goes trailing with fever, her blaze

Summer

Heat waves arrive, wearing red flaming scarves
Bronzed cherub angels, by cool fountain spout
Yellow kissed flowers by summer's head count
The dahlias in love, with passions, don't starve
Bikinis and tank tops with summer tanned legs
Atop the hot board walk, skip trampling keds
Bleach blonds and ravens in tune with the fair
Coasters and bolsters and times without care
It's all in the season of sunshine and thrills
Where fireworks burst, o'er emerald hills!

Autumn

The seasons pass as my eyes behold
Soft change in hues when bending limbs grow bare
As colored leaves turn brown begin to fold
To finally scatter into Autumn's air
These days remembered on a road of leaves
Traveling aspen groves ablaze in gold
A Winter's chill before the Autumn grieves
Reminds that all life ends before its cold
And calls in voice its yearly subtle dance
As songs from birds now give a quiet note
While those in love hope colors will enhance
To feel chill from Winter when color dies
To bless the fallen leaves with sadder eyes

Winter

The Winter's cold comes dressed in velvet white
And spills its unique flakes upon the Earth
Scenes of beauty calm, open eye's delight
And cleanse the ground before the Spring's rebirth
I'll walk upon the freshest fallen snow
And see the trail of prints I leave behind
While knowing it reveals the path I go
I'll make a snowy Angel some will find
To cross the banks of white where depth is low
And sit among the quiet, Winter's brought
To see the landscape clean with softest glow
Shall bring to me another gentle thought
I'll lift my eyes to find a pictured scene
And marvel at the white that is pristine


written by Mystic Rose & Frederic Parker
9/20/14

The Poetry of Life

I feel the tiredness of my years, those quiet times when breath appears
in melting mosaic imagery, upon the mirrors of a sea
that only calls so many names, through pious sunlit tortured flames
that scrape themselves away from light, then wander off into a night
of promises and empty eyes, the kind that used to hold surprise
when church songs played in moonlit rain, afraid to wander back again
through open doors and empty hearts, until the rhythm of night departs,
like shadow paintings on a wall, the kind that dance, but never call.


I know the mysticism of time, so much gone by within my rhyme
so much still here, so much to come, yet even time stands still for some,
for hours are bolsters for a head to dream of life and death instead
of dreaming silently away the hours of each poem of day,
life’s poetry holds certain charm, it holds you up from fault or harm,
then brings you back to Earth again, to laugh your joys, or feel your pain,
I write to breathe, I breathe to live, for words hold many things to give
to tortured souls and hearts that grieve, to countless spirits that believe.


I seek the beauty that seeks me, a celtic song, a sleeping sea,
a moonlit road that points the way to everything life needs to say,
a baby’s laugh, a robin’s call, so much to touch me after all,
the souls I meet upon the road, the friends who wish to share my load
to lift me up, to share a joke, when shoulders bow beneath the yoke
but most of all a heart to share, to walk with me to who knows where
to hold me close when it gets dark, to raise me up just like a lark
to lay by me as evenings dim, so much of life is like a hymn...


Premium Member Villanelle: What Do You Do If the Culprit's the Country

Villanelle: What do you do if the Culprit’s the Country

What do you do if the Culprit’s the Country
Will the Head of State turn against the Police
Go hang yourself on the nearest pipal* tree

Which country faults on its own territory
When It cracks down citizens or migrant mice
What do you do if the Culprit’s the Country

Take the oath if it bolsters the Enemy
No pious paean will wash sins away, please
Go hang yourself on the nearest pipal tree

Your life’s not yours to take if not for Patrie*
Ribbons and medals on chest consecrate vice*
What do you do if the Culprit’s the Country

O! for the belles bells tolling the reverie
Look! My Country’s crown towers above cloud’s fleece
Go hang yourself on the nearest pipal tree

No country’s worth the life of one family
If the force that protects corrupts the Police
What do you do if the Culprit’s the Country
Go hang yourself on the nearest pipal tree

•	pipal: since the pipal tree has no prop roots, at least,
in death you can serve to prop it up

•	Patrie: French for Mother Country
•	vice: French pronunciation, please!

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015
© T Wignesan  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member A Part of Me

I am proud to call Canada my place of birth,
cherishing my freedom; I'm aware of its worth.
Throughout my life, I have witnessed my nation grow,
shaped by compassionate people; this much I know.

Democracy was won by battles o'er the years,
fought for by its heroes, drenched in sweat, blood, and tears.
Canada was slowly nurtured into being;
the land of the free is a concept with meaning.

Its political life was tempered like a knife,
by economic hardship and internal strife.
Liberty is a right that's precious in this land,
protected within its laws, as its founders planned.

A culture of tradition and diversity,
bolsters its strength when confronting adversity.
And peace is a goal that we actively promote,
voices united in the power of our vote.

We are a nation of morals and ideals,
where equality and freedom are packaged deals.
For here, we all enjoy the true meaning of free,
I'm part of this country, and it's a part of me.

You Resemble Me

Face framed ornate, or curl corner blu tacked up
Childhood fanciful daring must softly be contained
Dispicable hovers inside cherub cheeked adorable 
Challenge for enamoured to create correct shape 
Administer discipline with compassion entangled

Potential beckons infant innately curious
Toddler discovery meshed with messiness
Woven with wonderment routine can't limit
Succumbed mother disowns justifiable furious
Besotted witness, sure estate for mischief 

Nudging daughters towards beings approved 
Beyond old rigidity, modern option multiples
Youth spoken forums we're foreigners to
Images of genuine and fake indiscernible 
Listened to lunacy delivers messages askew

Duty to daughters reflect our similarity
Penciled declarations stuck to fridge
Devotedness focussed on child precious 
Inflated effort, parents' universal currency
Whether meagre expenditure, or excess

Snippets of your prosper are written in me
Lawyer loads clothes into washing machine
Submerged both classes in a world severe
Puppets of striving in fast passed society
Consumer boom boldly commandeered

Disparity reveals parental symmetry amazing 
Faithfully accommodating girls' shifting needs
Working mothers, each of us  'unaccompanied' 
Various sized resources serve child raising
Sacrifice made by dedicated souls equally

Providing guidance, friendship gripes quieten
Line of latitude curved by desire to control
Old school wisdom bolsters brains susceptible 
Dramatised screen infused new century children
Content quickly spirals into unacceptable 

Desperately hoping, we Mother soldiers
Shield children from future provocation
Hold fort, nest feathered dedication
Thrusted comfort, reluctant scolders 
Admist mixed rails, reliable station

Within swayed pre teen trajectory 
Sturdy parenting depots journey
Home stands firm from outside duress
Finances overshadowed by reliability 
Partnered peers approve sole success




17th July 2020


Premium Member Love Touches Gently

Love is like a butterfly,
Gently it touches on lives.
Just a tiny flutter; lifts high.
In awe we stand, watch strive.

Just a glance of kindness see, 
Restores a right spirit friend
More like a butterfly be,
As patiently he faces the wind.

Aspects of love through butterfly's 
Courageous flight; as suffers
Loveless blooms whose nectar snuffly
But found high and dry though bolsters

The butterfly's example be kind
Gently touch on all mankind.

Contest: Give Me Your Best Shot
Sponsor: John Freeman

Necessity of Virtues

People may question the necessity of virtues,
yet they embody virility, life and beauty.
These traits aid the development of character,
while complementing the scope of Christian duty.

There’s still a time and place for everything,
and a need of their value can still be seen.
A combination of personal conduct and inner strength
bolsters us against the tedium of Life’s routines.

Qualities of Prudence, Justice, Fortitude and Temperance
combined with Faith, Hope and Charity, will assist us
in our spiritual growth and maturity for sharing…
the Brotherly Love of our beloved Christ Jesus.

Under the consistent leading of the Holy Spirit,
we may practice Courtesy, Patience and Forgiveness,
while confirming the divine principles of The Word
that should be stored within… our heart’s stillness. 

 

Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Eccl 3; Psa 19:7-14; 27:1-14, 46:10; Phil 4:13;
2 Tim 3:16-17; 1 Cor 13:13; Rom 12:2

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.

Premium Member Journey Blessings

(Dedication: For Dave Wood, aka Lyric Man)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



Listen with poise that knows the way,
Listen with choice that primes each play,
Listen to voice that hints bold say.


Follow your heart as mind thinks thoughts,
Follow each start with cheery plot,
Follow with art that frames each lot.


Go where you will to do your thing,
Go feel each thrill as journeys bring,
Go yet be still as life now sings.


May joy and grace bring you sure peace, 
May love now trace sure light and ease, 
May time and space align increase.


Watch for fond smiles that help you feel,
Watch touch worthwhile that bolsters will,
Watch finesse style to climb life's hills.





Leon Enriquez
18 February 2015
Singapore

Premium Member Speaker

Speaker, speaker I'm listening...

You’re doing the right thing!
Unswayed from Kremlin propaganda
Isn’t how our country should swing
Faith changed; policies rearranged
Soul-searching, amazing grace you’ve seen the light
Unveilings of the autocrat,
Eluded the venomous snake bite
Boldly repelled the takeover of the Muscovite
Three foreign aid bills, thanks to you and Democrats!
Aid to Orient’s Formosa!
Aid to Eastern Europe!
Aid to Middle East!
Unwavering commitments 
A revelation at the least
God’s saintly ears?
Send hope to the starving children of war and genocide
Listen to their screams and let them feast
They need YOU!  by their side
Foreign war package they say does nothing for America,
Yet …it bolsters our reputation and saves our souls!  
Keeps our sons and daughters home, out of harms way  

Speaker, speaker Oyez! Oyez!                                                                
Now women need your help with rights of the Miranda

                …---...SOS …---...

This will unfold, as I shall explain,
Again and again, more propaganda
There is a time for trifle idling, 
there’s always time to dilly dally
With hard won rights now unbridling
But as for now, for our rights we rally
Crucial help for those will finally arrive
Good folks, unlike the Copperheads of yesteryear,
Or the Doughfaces, who let it happen, no ego here just strive
Women don’t live in fear!

Speaker, speaker I’m listening...

First and fourth amendment, 1864 
Gone now, it isn’t anymore
Criminalizing women
Criminalize their travel
Pull over and pee on the strip!
Cops shall ask you for a pregnancy test
Ill fated, before you even begin your trip
Soon you’ll be stopped from your life’s zest

God’s saintly ears?
Send hope to the starving children of war and genocide
And for women’s automony

A unsettling Ad just viewed
Young women pulled over
Not an exaggeration 

Speaker, speaker, I’m listening… 

Your own want you gone,
Because to the other side you compromise and fawn,
All is music in God’s saintly ears?

You did good as statesmen should, risking all
I quote you now when you say,
“Let the chips fall where they may”
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Myopia

Being bolsters blessings
Subtle spirit staying


Pamper posture primal
Discern discards dismal


Boom boosting blossoms bright
Laughter lingering light


Seeker strokes sound sightings 
Mindful moments moving


Living lovely laughter
Signing simple saunter


Juicy jumpstart juggles
Dancing dizzy dazzle


Silent stillness succinct
Dreamy dazzle distinct


Knowing knowledge kneeling
Purge proud pure pride praying


Urge unseen utopia
Meet mystic myopia


Times telling troubles true
Yes yonder yielding you




Leon Enriquez
17 May 2016
Singapore

Premium Member Urban Blight

The Urban Blight.      
     
I returned tired from an outing.      
Everything was around uneasily, misery, and exceeding.      
The silence overwhelmed me.
The wounds got comfortable in my heart plea.      
The difficulties wore me out.      
Also, the surprise bolsters over the cry of doubt.      
My pulse comes back at that point.   
Who would have helped me to slack?       
In my spirit, I converse.      
We are searching for outstanding merit.      
I request for this to resound all over again.      
Besides, I realize I haven't lost any labor.      
But maybe I missed the ending.      
I confer from the beginning. 
With my mighty deep angel.     
From the birth that portrays me.     
I can’t contain my glee.   
What's above, and no spies.      
Only letters were made of pain and cries.
With truthful Subtleties portrayed.
In public places, to no avail.
In the County at High Level.
Oh, the deceptive sound.
Only accept that you barred your shield.
And you look for such a form of survival.
Acquisition of fish from the oceans
Quit feeling worried.  
Resting well above mists, Withstand.
Also, you'll attain a lift in the early morning.
Above anyone's side
A plane as Well, as a gun.
Then again, a ton of hands.
I am cheering for your grip forward.
Often, overcrowding of folds.
People started to fade under the crowds.
The ancient world ruined itself.
Just analogous to the beam mist of Pharaoh.    
Birds have fled from its towers.
We were sitting close to spring flowers.
The stars are scattered as well.
To expose an illegal entry.
The Deserted Pathway
Neediness, always,
Additionally, greediness
Often, the darkness.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.

Colors and Joys of Life

Colors and joys of life resembles a rainbow,

A rainbow Allures, Bolsters, Charms, 

Delights, Excites, Fascinates and even

relieves agony out of life.

But sorry, it doesn't happen to be eternal

it vanishes in a while, 

My pal, don't have to worry

for rainbow comes often, with the sky so bright

relieving the bitter memories of past, revivifying the present,

and rejuvenating the future. 

May Rainbows be a good part of life,

Thank God, and don't let it to be deceptive.

Like Earth

like Fire and Wind,

he bolsters his courage,

like any self-respecting animal,

and simply says, No.

Premium Member Everlasting Love - 2

Love like this is my inspiration
It brings pure grace to my spirit
Sings of a joy that is beyond words
Breathes a prayer from my soul
Leaves me with a light which reflects
Only the peace that comes about
When Jesus abides inside a heart

Love this wise is my life’s guide
Through darkness, tears and fears
Across feelings of dread and despair
Around storms that fill me with doubt
Beyond the nightmares of the past
Amidst the whispers of resentment
During the worst that comes to haunt

Love this strong uplifts my hope
Calms my worries and anxiety
Assures me that I can do what I need to
Supports me with a melody so beautiful
Cheers my heart with incredible thanks
Bolsters all my dreams so they grow
Comforts me through pain and strife

Love this alive is my soul’s vibrant star
The feeling poured out through my life
Expressing the joy, peace, insight
Wonders of precious smiles inviting bliss
Warmth that comes from giving praise
Sacred prayers that come to life
Stirring hearts to give their best

Love like this is God’s gift of grace
The way toward hope that is forever
Kindness that brings true freedom
Salvation from the One who created…
Every heart, each soul, everyone – 
Who has a hunger for His presence
To become reality, genuine redemption

This is the love that saved me
This is the love that gave to me
The most amazing grace, true faith
In the Son of God, my Savior –
Jesus Christ, the answer who came
To give us everlasting life!

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