Best Built Poems
“And the rains descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not; for it was founded upon a rock.” Matt. 7: 27
One day along the beach I took a walk.
Before me, there appeared a church. It seemed
to have a strong foundation. Built on rock,
its white brick surface in the sunlight gleamed.
I thought of One who stood upon a mount
once long ago beside a great sea where
his teachings poured like water from a fount
of wisdom for the poor in spirit there.
He said to build one’s house on rock, not sand,
and spoke of charity - the higher love.
Salvation for the meek, he promised, and
the sweet and everlasting peace thereof.
Since Christ so often taught near Galilee.
I loved the sight of His house by the sea!
By Andrea Dietrich/ Sept. 25, 2011
For the Contest of Constance La France ~My Dear Heart ~
"The Church By The Ocean Poetry Contest"
Erector sets and wooden blocks
Dominoes and house of cards
Built way up to be knocked down
Scattered all across the ground
Model cars and airplane kits
Making sure each piece will fit
Snapped together without glue
Just to fall apart on you
Puzzles without all the pieces
Will not work and it decreases
The fun and joy of finishing
A picture without it's full scene
All these things can fall apart
Or not be finished from the start
Like a love without the trust
Which is a necessary must
So it doesn't break and tremble
And you have to reassemble
Two hearts with a solid glue
So it doesn't fall on you
From a height that is too high
To complete---you let it die
From a lack of love and care
Broken too much for repair
A love built on trust
Our love flutters on calypso breezes,
cruising on the tropic of Capricorn
All of our anxieties it eases,
as mango sun wakes us this August morn
Passionate dew glistens on sun kissed skin
as we gaze at skies of peaches and cream
your essence incites desires within
We're enamored in this tropical dream
This is no cruise ship infatuation
We confess and reveal history's scars
tethered together in hearts migration
Promising love, under the moon and stars
Shooting stars ricochet through cosmic dust
Heavenly signs that our love's built on trust
John Derek Hamilton
July 13,2017
There is a little land that's built on sand in the Middle East
To listen to the world complain, you'd think it was a beast
Yet it's more diverse, and dynamic, than the USA
100+ countries immigrants' flourish there today
As for democracy, why there's nothing to compare
Fully 20 parties over there vie for electoral shares
Freedom of--not from--religion is absolutely guaranteed
And no one's made to recite a pledge
To a flag he can't believe
Minorities ARE protected there; they make a real impact
Arab statesman constitute 10% of Parliament, in fact...
By now you've surely guessed the country that I've yet to name
For to even say the word today can get you killed or maimed
But eventually the truth will out, as it always does:
Those who bang the drums today for tiny Israel's death
Will come tomorrow to recant their misguided shibboleths
There are twenty four days
left to Christmas and already
small children dream of toys;
isn't there a better way
for them to forget the cold
and see some magic unfold?
Skinny Willy has built a snowman,
he's getting ready for a winter's tan;
his cheeks are turning red like strawberries,
but funny is his belly stuffed with jellybeans
and California sweet cherries...
he has shaken many trees!
He and Santa make a perfect pair,
munching on a delicious eclair;
oh, laugh skinny Willy: beware of naughty Billy...
he will knock down your snowman so quickly!
Skinny Willy has built a snowman
with a grim face and a funny chin;
all he wants is fast Christmas music and eat
mom's ginger cookies while swinging his long feet!
Written on 12/1/ 2016
The tarantula built
a web in the upper-left corner of my patio;
she weaved it perfectly as Antonio
rose on his wobbling feet to reach it.
That boy didn't know that
spiders get vicious and suddenly bite
when someone tries to grab them for spite,
and Antonio tried to pull it down with a tiny twig...
no, it didn't work, so he tried again with a long stick;
oh, once a garden spider got stuck into his mom's wig!
" Antonio, put it down,
before it crawls onto your skin! "
The spider will bite you on the cheek
and you'll be doing the Tarantula Dance! "
I yelled by taking the stick away from him with extreme force.
" No, I like that spider...that's the one I want to keep! "
He rebelled with a grin, transforming himself into a beast.
" OK, you can keep it, but remember spiders creep! "
I warned him and told him to wear a mask and just peak.
The tarantula built a web where rain or storms
never soaked it, and scorching sun rays
never melted it...how laborious she was in summer's long days!
We watched it going to and fro searching for food for her little one
as we took daily videos and had fun watching them!
After all, I realized that a spider is not dangerous...if left alone;
and Antonio kept his distance by warning other boys
that trying to catch a tarantula is a very dangerous game!
Vainly Built Fires
Was it best that we demanded far too much?
Quiet corner to count our blessed days
Or waste away long childish hours and such
like still winds whipping across open bays.
Finding time, the enemy we all feared
We raced along hoping it would not come
Children their bawling eyes frozen and teared
full of conceit , arrogant and just dumb.
Time came on and plowed deep its fertile field
cutting down old, dried wheat and windblown weeds
Forever, its opposition it yields
to that ever growing new crops of seeds.
Man seeking eternal fleshly desires,
perishes in own vainly built fires.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-08-2016
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: 102
On the hills of glory,
where my mansion stands,
lay the streets of gold, made
by God's Almighty hand.
The sparkling living waters
flow,and on it's banks,
the tree of life doth grow.
Over there, what a glorious site,
a golden throne arrayed in white,
No!, it's a robe glistening as snow,
and the one wearing it, their face is aglow.
It's Jesus! our King,Savior,and
Friend.Yes! this is heaven,and
I have just entered in.
Angels were singing a song
I could not relate,as they
stood before those beauitful gates.
Things were happening all
around this place,but I wanted
to see Jesus face to face,as
I walked forward ,His eyes met mine
I've never seen such love pure,
Holy Devine.
I've made it home,and got
a mansion so fair,and down
this same street, I'll find you somewhere.
This is a poem was written by my sister!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE HOUSE THAT GOD BUILT 2/22/03
My soul resides in the house that God built,
it was placed there with no shame, no worries, no guilt.
As long as I live there, I’ll be on easy street,
Any and everything I need and want for will be handed to me on a silver platter.
My God holds has all of the clout.
It’s furnished with Agape love, and it’s homey presence is filled abundantly with a
Heavenly sense of God The Father & His Jesus His Son.
The omnipotent one whose sacrifice is greater a gift than I’ll ever know,
And His grace and mercy is everlasting, yet His beauty is constant to bestow.
While in the house that God built, I’ll stay focus wholeheartedly towards Thee,
And if I fall short or fall by the wayside my Father will set my soul free.
No bricks, no stone, no wood nor clay, I just repent and trust Him and he leads the way.
This house will never falter nor fall, as long as on Jesus
The original builders name I call.
She wanted a great big brand new house, among brand new other things,
and just to marry and be my spouse, she wanted great big diamond rings,
So I knew what she was about, when she wanted so much bling,
it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out, money was her thing.....
But you can't squeeze blood from a turnip, my ol' daddy use to say,
don't build bridges that burn up son, you'll need them again someday,
You're never too old to keep learnin', work hard to pay your way,
Keep a job and keep on earnin' son, ya know, Rome wasn't built in a day...
Well, she just wasn't the one for me, so she went on down the road,
and as far as I could see, she could carry her own dang load,
Yes, I'm so glad she's free, and she left my humble abode,
because she inspired this song to be, another one seeking gold,
But you can't squeeze blood from a turnip, my ol' daddy use to say,
don't build bridges that burn up son, you'll need them again someday,
You're never too old to keep learnin', work hard to pay your way,
Keep a job and keep on earnin' son, ya know, Rome wasn't built in a day.
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They said my life is worthless, but my net worth is priceless.
I'm one of the nicest. I've been bless to express my life on this.
I was built for this, so they can miss me with that snuffed up "ish",
No need to curse on this, no disrespect needed, it's time that we be kind and courteous.
What occurs to us could be a curse for us; but what occurred is a must and in god we should trust.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, consider yourself dead if we continue to live unjust.
Cause there's no justification for your judgmental infatuation,
In fact your situation is a declaration of your own character in question.
Any questions?
In consideration, I'm trying to make sense of this verbal composition,
But you're always in competition with your mental institution, while you're in a mindless and clueless position.
I'm no illusion. But from all the confusions, I became a realest.
I never said I'm the best, but I'm always at my best to the fullest.
And somehow haters new about this and that's the reason why they started hating on this.
Trying to convince me that I wasn't built for this.
Instead, they became my photosynthesis I became photosensitive to there photo-negative emphasis.
I had no choice but to put an end to this and considered it a life changing experiences.
My fearfulness went into a metamorphosis.
Went from more fear to less, that morphed into too bless to be stressed over some senseless mess.
Therefore I rise. Like high risers in the sky I've arrived.
The sky is the limit and I'm going to live in the sky till the day I die.
Who am I?
It's no question I'm a reflection of the most high; far from perfection,
But His intentions are perfect, perfectly prophesied by my third eye.
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Or down yet another city street,
This Way down that grand Hiway,
That Third Eye opened:
Random patches of dandelion manifest,
Climbing the overgrown commons by the road;
Disappearing out of sight -
By the cracked, sun-blanched sidewalk;
Golden and deep emerald green dandelion
Over the smog-choked horizon.
Humanity on the brink,
Sliding down that proverbial 'slippery slope" -
To the proverbial abyss of our insouciance, to
Our bourgeois folly, infernal cruelty fed by witless greed,
The more mundane, mere surface of all things, as they may be.
But again, surely, this can't be all that is: So mean, so toxic.
Refreshed, one looks again, looks with eyes wide open with
New Saving Knowledge.
Now the patches of dandelion seem even more startlingly
Alive and vibrant.
They seem, somehow, almost "more real than real".
Illumined, they appear hyper-real, dazzlingly brilliant,
Appear preternatural, mesmerisingly coronal, and
Opulent, yet as though man-made, like ethereal origami,
Like the sun itself, another Saving "Point of Navigation" to
the Hidden Infinite Divine Source behind all things mundane.
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"Jesus said [to Judas Iscariot], 'Come and I will teach you ...
about a great realm and a boundlessness whose measure no angelic
race has comprehended. In it is the great Invisible Spirit ...'"
--- The Gospel of Judas 10: 1 - 5
"God is one's very 'own'. It is the eternal relationship. One realizes Him in
direct proportion to the intensity of one's feelings for Him. Don't be afraid.
Always remember that somebody is protecting you."
"He who is really anxious to cross the ocean of the material world will somehow break his bonds. No one can entangle him."
--- The Holy Mother, Sri Saradamani Devi, the divine consort of
Sri Ramakrishna
"Mary [Magdalene] said [to Jesus Christ], 'Lord, is there a place which [lacks truth]? The Lord said, "The place where I am not!'"
--- From the Dialogue of the Savior
"God is a dyer. As the good dyes, which are called 'true', dissolve with
the things dyed in them, so it is with those whom God has dyed. Since his dyes are immortal, they are immortal by means of his colors."
--- From the Gospel of Philip
Unicycle Built for Three
Dr. James E. Martin
©January, 2014
A unicycle built for three,
Would be a sight to see.
Where would they sit?
Would they all fit?
From sitting they’d all be free!
Someone once said,
"If opportunity doesn't knock,
build a door."
~ Milton Berle
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It Knocked, So I Built A Door
Building doors, and other construction,
That I performed
Was the most incredible opportunity
That I couldn't ignore.
I'm at a retired state now,
From being a carpenter stake
But it was such a great adventure
I had to take.
The building, like "Jesus did,
When God became Man."
Great profession it was in like kind,
That one could achieve in his mind.
If its indeed in your heart,
A passion that you possess.
You'll succeed there it's guaranteed,
A success!
Opportunity knocked again for me,
But in a place, I never thought I would be
In a field of study, different from before
In the literary world of creative writing,
Sometimes about doors.
So, here I sit, writing as I do,
The grandest of opportunities
That now displays to you.
A muse, if you wish, to me,
A product of options success.
Edited: May 22, 2023, 9:35 A.M. (EST)
a well built castle
and, what happened to the trees?
deforestation