Best Breeds Poems
Joy Breeds Hope
As my eyes look up to bright sunny skies
And I view soft shape shifting clouds float by
I feel hope instilled through my joyful eyes.
I take a deep breath, let out a long sigh.
Look at the trees how they've weathered the storms
They remain steadfast with beauty so fair
With outreaching limbs share shade in their forms;
Gifts for all creatures who breathe their fresh air.
We have been blest with this beautiful Earth.
Let kindness prevail in me and in you.
Souls need teaching from the on-set of birth
To respect others in all that they do.
Harmony dwells with new hope in God's love
As we connect Earth with heaven above.
2-1-22
Inspirational Christian Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Joy, Hope and kindness Poetry Contest~First Place~
Sponsored by: Angela Tune
Kung Hei Fat Choy!: “Congratulations and may you be prosperous”.
Happy Chinese New Year of the Tiger to everyone.
The demon spawns temptation in the minds of mortal men
Exposed is their dark desires, lifted from the pits of hell
Evil breeds in the fiery depths of Satan’s beastly lair
Seeds planted to grow in shadowed corners of a heart
Abysmal minds of the frail are openly inclined to accept
blasphemous words angrily spit from irreverent lips
His rancid breath lights a wick that bursts into flame;
a dastardly exploit, a wicked game orchestrated by Bael,
infernal king with power to devour the weak, the frail
The fallen one leaches on mankind’s thirst for lust
Inside a mind he creeps, contorting visions in dreams
A soulless corpse lies where a man reasonably slumbered
encumbered by vile creatures at the Devil's command
Taken by Satan's hand, a life fuels death’s appetite
His Craft forged in the hotbeds of his dwelling place
A two-faced fiend, slayer of men, father of the lie
Skillfully he plies his trade with false promises he's made
His dirty deeds spring from need and jealous greed
No sleep comes to the one trapped in eternal torment
Screams are cries of fear the devil craves to hear
He accepts no alibis; no second chance does he give
There's no escape from the clutch of his sharpened claws
He'll hold you eternally, without resurrection from the grave
Darkness falls from his shadow, across every land
Scoring souls of modern man from depths of their despair.
He seeks the lost and wicked who'll do his sinful bidding.
Fair warning: be mindful when weary and in need of rest
for the Dark One is a bird catcher, waiting to pounce
and capture those he knows he can lead astray
*Edited by Lin*
Craving is an arrow in the heart,
the poison of ignorance;
that spreads its toxins through desire, passion and illwill.
Bound with the bondage of craving,
our minds smitten with suffering
we are bound with the bondage of desire;
with no safety from this vicious cycle.
Beings going through the wandering-on,
headed for birth and death
While those who've abandoned craving,
free themselves and reach the ending of fermentations;
though in the world,
have gone beyond.
Craving is the cause by which breeds stress.
If its root remains undamaged and strong;
A tree,even if cut,
will grow back.
So too,if latent craving
is not rooted out,
suffering returns.
Encircled with craving,
people hop round and around
like a rabbit caught in a snare.
Tied with fetters and bonds
they go on to suffering,
again and again,for long.
For a person
forced on by his thinking,
fierce in his passion;
focused on beauty,
craving grows more.
He's the one
who tightens the bond.
But one who delights
in the stilling of thinking,
always mindful cultivating
a focus on the foul:
He's the one who will make an end,
the one who will cut desire's bond.
PERSERVERANCE BREEDS SUCCESS
Jss One was an insult, I cried
Like time should hit full stop,
My breakfast was sweet without
Salt,
My parents tasted like this evil
Citrus,
I continued to hide like Air Force
Was only for my seniors.
Jss Two arrived with the wind called
Releave
I began to breath as an aspiring king
Now I believe the race would definitely
Finish.
Jss Three was the mighty season
Everyday had a sweet beginning
Suddenly the queen became pretty
As boys begin to fill big,
Every Sunday I was in the dining hall
To clean wasted beans,
The brown Khaki now fits my tiny skin.
Never did I forget the mighty JSCE.
Ss1, trousers became the big deal,
I was also a victim for every ss3's
Laundry,
Morning duty was almost ending,
Up keep of the latrine was attached to
Me.
Inter house games had huge meaning
These was the day to show all my special
Skills
And entice that pretty queen,
As we stroll through freedom tree
Dangling the box room's key,
My sunday wear now had this profound whitish Glimpse.
At ss2, I became a commissioned officer
I began to predict the whether,
Even during holidays, I dreamt of returning
To my headquarters,
In Jaguar I had two lockers.
In Dornier my friends sent invites for
Dinner
Alpha wasn't my regular signal,
She whipped me in basketball finals.
I measured my days and wised there
Could be an alternative taste
But JPE was the key to unlock ss3 dreams.
Been a finalist was like magic
Today I float on the atlantic
As I scream 'ONE BOY'
The hostel begins to panic
Ariku becomes my transit
I trained this special team of bandits
So I had a contraband producing factory.
The days now had wings
Time flew without traffic.
My ink recollect's like she was a five
Minutes conference meeting,
Many couldn't climb this Iroko
For sex seasons.
Today, am not only an ALUMNI
But an harden fresh corrosive lime
Ready to swim under river Nile's eye.
AFCS is high in the sky
With the flying colors that now
Leave in my life.
KEYWORDS:
Jss_ junior secondary
SS: Senior secondary
Jsce: Junior secondary certificate examination
Jpe: Joint promotion examination.
Ariku: A small town in Iwo,Ibadan,Nigeria.
Khaki: A thick brown material
AFCS: Air Force Comprehensive School.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
The Bichon Frise
The Bichon in chiffon looks so frou
That the crowd duly wowed has to coo
‘Til the dog starts to droop
And its owner to scoop
Some acutely embarrassing doo
The Border Collie
It was not Albert Einstein who dared
To think E = mc2
But rather a Border
Who brought cosmic order
One morning while out with his laird
The Bulldog
My Bulldog won’t frolic or fetch
His face may cause others to kvetch
But he’s gentle and sweet
With the kids on the street
And the ladies all think I’m a ketch
The Cairn Terrier
Cairns have been bred to hunt vermin
Be it Spanish, Australian, or German
Its body is wee
Though as tough as a tree
And as ruthless as General Sherman
The Chihuahua and Great Dane
Chihuahuas and Danes one surmises
Are extremes when it comes to their sizes
The one is so small
It is nothing at all
While the other is big and wins prizes
The Chinese Crested
I passed one of these down on Lincoln
For a moment I thought I’d been drinkin’
He looked so bizarre
That I stopped in a bar
To keep my poor eyeballs from shrinkin’
The Collie
To many a Collie means Lassie
The wonderdog faithful and classy
But on re-run TV
(Or is it just me?)
Do her eyes look a little bit glassy?
The Corgi
The Corgi is not one to hurry
Much preferring a stroll to a flurry
If you happen by chance
To invite one to dance
He’ll say, “Hey, I am not Arthur Murray!”
The Dachshund
The Dachshund’s a marvel on skis
Little legs that stop short of its knees
It can schuss like a pro
Making furrows in snow
(Though its privates are given to freeze)
The Dalmatian
Dalmatians are doomed to be stuck
In the seat of a fireman’s truck
When they’d much rather cruise
In a Jag that’s chartreuse
On a track that’s for testing your luck
How can you live with such a negative mind
Only thriving on misery and tales unkind
You wonder why you have such bad luck
When its all Happiness you drain and suck
Your outlook is dark and bleak
No positivity do you seek
Inflicting your woe on all that will listen
Like a plague, sorrow you do christen
Your outlook physically drains me
I have one and only single plea
Is that you seek some positivity
What will it take for you to see
That from the bad comes negativity
No good can come from misery
This is the truth you fail to see.
Hearts broken, bleeding unkindly deeds
Gothic flighty missions behind enemies
Sand storms ragging beneath sandcastles’
In the sand, star lighted passage rumors a merge
Impossible measures undisclosed
Ventures, seductions lustful curses
Empowered trustees guided missiles
Heavens educed powers, misplaced by earth
Under fire enhancement drooling mode
Entombed rivers blinding earth, chanted measures’
Undisclosed universe, blissful interventions
Dying breeds, savage gardens unfaithful
Nerds, underhanded values
Impossible deeds, declared measures
Empowered sadden weaken’ pleas
Under visions removable passion
Deducted time zones dying thrones
Midnight feeders trashing homes
Written By Anita Everhart
She watches the knife hit the chopping block.
The blood runs deep, a river's lake.
Nails that scratch a door with lock.
Hinted humor drips in failure's wake.
Romanticized thoughts, so hard to break.
Yet love is so hard to fake.
She keeps from screaming
As his voice is quieting,
Her mind is rioting; yet his is fried and sizzling.
A blank stare as they eat.
hatred is silence's greatest feat,
Who next will she entreat
Who then will he meet?
What burns red, is the color of silence...
Solid iron fence,
Covered in the silence, bled and bred,
Hatred rears its ferocious head.
BREEDS OF LATE LEGENDS
The soul of Bob Marley -
Tap it from the Caribbean reggae.
The ambition of Tupac Shakur -
Immortalize a generational legacy.
The mind of Malcom X -
A monument for all world's activists.
The dream of Martin Luther King -
Still holds the world's ear ransom.
The heroics of Nelson Mandela -
Voyage from apartheid to multiracial democracy.
The greatness of Muhammad Ali -
"Floats like a butterfly & Sting like a bee".
The world need not these monstrous men mountains
But most needing of a breed of our late legends.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©November2022.
Quadro-Widow's loneliness breeds sadness
between those four walls
breeds sadness as the widow cries
her fallen husband
staring out to lonely mothballs
connie pachecho
1/12/17
Today I know her heart breeds evil
observe how her garments slide down her shoulder
exposing freckled yet immaculate pallid skin
oh, the power of the flesh!
the desire of touch!
my jealousy of the other men she is flirting with!
I am at her mercy, the one quality she lacks
and she knows it and enjoys it!
Faith’s Lack, Breeds Fear
Written: by Miracle Man
4/5/2020
Gone are violins that usually play,
that can soothe a troubled soul throughout the day.
We are mired in a time that we can't see past,
and media coverage- leaves us downcast.
They paint a picture of innocent dying,
our future looks bleak and most horrifying.
As good hearted people reach out in support,
others parse words in a vile attempt to thwart.
*Prophecy teaches perilous times will come,
only God knows the day, the hour, and outcome.
*2 Timothy 3:1
“This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.”
If laziness gets a fair chance
One can never at all advance
If health must be kept intact
Exercise must be the act
Prayer is the curing pill
Peace in mind it will fill
When a prayer is made
True bliss will pervade
If prayer is resorted to
The best God will do
When duty is pending
Upon you it is depending
First complete it soon
Make it a full Moon
Duty that fetches riches
Will surely remove hitches
If a work is available
Surely life is bailable
Work is indeed great worship
Creating with God a relationship
Always enjoy doing sacred duty
It connects you with holy Divinity.
At the slightest little mishap she resorts to anger;
And as I look around to see what might warrant such reactions;
I see nothing, nor do I see any life changing threats at hand.
So I step back to try and contain those impulsive angers of my own
A creature with wings bearing the dark colors of unholy misgivings
That in effect over shadows my greatest desires;
Voices within me scream resentments of having ever met her.
This relationship has little chance in the face of such vile contempt.
Old friends remind me of how once I was everything to her;
And it rings a bell of familiarity, but was that really me?
And of those who hold my existence in so little regard;
I guess people like me should just learn to let go.
So I sit here a victim but ever vigilant of life’s one way streets
Watching continually for those that go nowhere and end up dead;
But the beast is close and it wears a tight sweater with a short skirt
And I ought to run but to where and what good would that do?
When I was a searcher choosing my own paths;
Life seemed to fit, but I changed and I became a collector;
Tomorrows took president over today;
And now I have become a provider; but there are neither matches nor fits.
This love is over and contention now plays make believe;
And of course if there are no roads left to travel
All there would be to do is reflect on old images;
And of these images reviewed; could it be that too much was missing?
And I lived my life for the sake of love;
But the contempt was like a zoo;
And slowly as love’s light seeps out;
Life’s balance is askew.
A cellular division and weakening,
at each sever and subsequent split,
emotions diffused, dilution of feeling,
by fractions, bit by bit.
Every letting down word, every reason,
every tactical blind, each excuse,
are delicate chisels to fracture the contour,
chipping fragments of love cold and loose.
The anger and fear and resentment
are scorpions neutered of sting,
with a life span no longer than seconds,
hardly hurt or sustain anything.
Less breeds less of my caring to see her,
more breeds more of a tactical stall;
and I fear for the day of conclusion,
when she comes to mean nothing at all.
Can we slam on the brakes and make contact,
for we both have to realise
there is no sadder sound in the world to be found
than the rattle of friendship that dies.