Best By Design Poems
Black by Design
Life
sparkles
in
sultry,
smoky eyes.
Velvet
smooth,
black skin
patterned from
heart and soul of
Africa’s
fertile
womb…
cherished
creation
fashioned
by
breath of
God!
07-08-2015
Contest: Waltzing with Color
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Placement: 2nd
an eager morning sun is rising
though the moon still hangs pale over the water
and all things trivial cease to matter
when earth and sky are compromising
I'll find dawn's beauty by design
and find, as well, joy overcome
my heart, my soul, while watching from
the window of day-night, entwined
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“By Design”
By design
other dimensions
astonishing alien fields
different shades
of dark and light
intradimensional beings
strange lives
surround us
we are oblivious
to their invisible kingdoms
their unique opinions
their different addictions
their mysterious freedoms
part of ours, under cover
in our infected delirium
dissolving over-rated
control and power
dissolving
food for thought
dissolving
seconds in minutes
in hours
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“I divide
In the sky
In the seams
Between the beams
All the loving
And separating
All the turning
To face each other …”
delirium.
“The CAM diagnostic algorithm evaluates four key features of delirium: 1) Acute Change in Mental Status with Fluctuating Course, 2) Inattention, 3) Disorganised Thinking, and 4) Altered Level of Consciousness.”
intradimensional -v- interdimensional
The earth is a living thing oh yes indeed, alive by design
the earth was made to glorify and worship the Lord.
This is not merely some ancient misguided folklore or notion.
The air... the lungs we use to breath. The water is teaming
with life beneath its depths. The land itself is a fertile field,
a place where all life does grow.
The Lord has graciously placed His seed of the Spirit upon us,
so that all of man may know that all of this wonder, this wonder
of life is by His design. That by Jesus' death and resurrected life
we may have the gift of this continuous miracle.
All I ask is that you have a deep sincere heart, ears to hear and a
mind to follow instructions that our Heavenly Father sets before us.
Be good and kind to the land; the beasts, the fishes of the water
and the creatures and the birds of the air.
Don't throw trash upon the land or pollute the air. Be kind to one
another and let them know you really care!
Look deep inside yourself to make sure that there is a personal
heaven inside your being so that one day soon, we can be beside
our King that will come back to take up the Lordship of His lands.
So what kind of stewards are we? God does take an interest in
these things!
apple blossom clouds -
spring’s fragrant snow, fall’s gold but
no seed births home tree
Brian Johnston
December 17, 2015
Heaven By Design
Women are wonderfully designed like angels bangles
Soft tingling sounds glow on, with spiritually profound beliefs
Beautifully flying on the wing their hair in tangles
Floating on a puff of air on snow white leaves
They offer souls warm comfort and relief
When women walk their feet don’t seem to touch the ground
With all that shopping, cooking and flying all around
A touch of heaven is in their eyes to melt the ice
They calculate the peace precise, in color and design, on angles sharp and sound
Playing harps in heaven, women's calculations right, in paradise are nice
Created on 1/26/15 for Dr. Mehta’s – “Dizain Me” Poetry Contest
luck is the wave emitted by design
it loses itself in the wake
that wanders into the horizon
never to be heard from again
questioning only drives away
the purpose behind acceptance
there are things in this world
that just are
why i see myself
when i touch you
as a falcon perched upon your wrist
a bond deeper than Earth can hold
a knowing only a universe
could ever really understand
where frailties find no purpose
the bonded find all the answers
when i touch you
i am the falcon upon your wrist
luck is the wave emitted by design
the gift of death
is in the kiss bequeathing eternity
long promised within the birth
luck in the wave of design
have you ever been working
lost in the lines, come to realize
there is another guiding the dice cup
OKC 10/22
Too fast! It hurts!
It travels at lightspeed!
Ruins calm. More than I need!
Help me please!
This monster brings me to my knees!
Wild eyed. Animal's panic.
No reason. Life is just Titanic.
Too much to see, need, read.
Copious substance.
Im a glutton when I feed.
I would give anything to be basic!
I would give anything to erase it!
This twisted mind is my gift.
Still it warps my heart.
Tears it bit by bit.
I feel it as physical pain.
Shakey hand searching in vain.
Sanity sand in cerebral hourglass.
Answer me! How long will this last?!
Broken record of my life.
Deathmarch tune of it's fife.
Calls me from slumber often.
Hoping in time it will soften.
Harsh assault on my senses.
God hated me enough to give this sentence.
I'll see him someday.
I have a few things to say.
Why was this spell cast upon me!?
Too much for any brain to see!
My central motor runs too fast!
How long can the hardrive last?!
Sometimes I think of my creator.
A hand deserving a slap!
Made a creature crave love and calm.
You loaded him with a confusing psalm.
Pulled from the inside out.
To many directions to account.
Sleeplesly I suffer at night!
I weep!...enduring the blight.
Panic stricken I'm too full!
Why can't my life be more dull?!
Why can't the thoughts be culled?!
Everything is overly mulled!
I just want to rest and find respite.
I'm too tired to put up a fight.
Give me slumber, its not fair!
Show me, god, that you even care!
I feel wind scattered.
Its never really mattered.
I sullenly sit completely shattered.
This is my life's chatter.
Often this feeling makes me feel crazy!
Respect me the truth!
Why and for what did you design me!?
Answer me!
Where is the key!
You gave me this foreign map.
I can't read it!
My mind slips darkly,
And I dont even know how to bereave it.
So I stumble on.
Sanity taking hit after hit.
Either you're dead or you don't see.
Pretty lame product,
For such an exorbitant fee.
I guess it will run it's course.
My manic mind tortures
with extraordinary force.
You left me again, on my own!
...........Maybe you're not there.
............You never answer the phone!
Maybe, I speak to the air.
I guess we all live and die...
having existed...
.......quite alone.
-Angel Fatale-
Four-lined Stanzas - my Quatrains by design.
Interwoven A-B-A-B- the rhymes.
Ten syllabically are read per line.
Written -- nature, sullen, and benign times.
You are just a rose
And beautiful by design
Gaudy with blue hue
Your purity is virtue
Makes a graceful man stumble
On my upcoming vacation
wouldn't mind going to
visit a creation museum,
for instance,
seeing the one in Kentucky
would be one of my life long dreams,
growing up I heard at
school a lot of evolutionary tales,
so in my youth I thought
we all used to be more
hairy and walk around
bent over like a neanderthal,
also believing that we were
all cave men and women
speaking unga-bunga words,
men hitting women over
the head and dragging them
around is really quite absurd,
thats why I admire the creation
archeologists like Dr. Carl Baugh
and many others in this field,
as they are always finding evidence
of intelligent design on
their archeology digs down
in the sedimentary layers
of the rock and lignite,
to me evolution is just
a backwards notion
that one day we will
evolve into gods and
is a total waste of time!
Psalm 14:1 The fool hath said in his heart that there is no God...
By design, I was created to tranquilize your mind,
enter your world and cause it to align,
protect your spirit from the unkind,
be your inspiration,
support your vision,
help you to give birth to your mission.
By design, I was molded to mesmerize your mind,
lips that taste like burgundy wine,
honey pot that tastes like sweet melon vine,
be your lover,
give you my undivided attention.
By design, I was born to elevate your mind,
introduce you to the refined.
If you are so inclined,
i promise to keep our love enshrined.
this is all By design.
Trust an illusion and hope thrice blind
a weary traveler lost in time
pounding on a silent door
thundering truths and forgotten lore
dare we build a bed of stone
as we lie awake alone
lightening with no place in time
a poem forged from death and rhyme
watery grave and shallow shore
mark scars still left from years before
and if theyre seen my world is shaken
before false gods, a life soon taken
dare we lose our souls to doubt?
with chilling end and needles route
can we find our way back home
if nothings left but ash and chrome
maybe only then I'll suffer
the final throws of a life less rougher
here from within the dance of pride
I'll find some griefs to set aside
I won't play long with ghosts unknown
and try not to scream as flesh meets stone
a broken back to arise from this
will set me free with fiery kiss
and in the end my heart can't break
there's nothing else to soothe this ache
but if I fight just one more day
will I bear witness to my own decay
if life is meant as practice and play
then why hold on another day
Fatal By Design
Humans are as fatal as a motorcar,
Born only to die in a head on collision with death.
It’s just waiting to happen; there is no escape.
Your future’s bleak; revel in it.
Fatal by design, born only to die.
Fatal by design, born only to die.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Many are lost in a mind
that can be seen
as a dream
Lovely illusions are confusing
as perception
isn't what it seems
The mind is a field within
itself
deeper than
holes in the grass
Cut the grass & see things
deeply rooted
in the past
Our foundation is a cast
full of liquid ideas
that become solidified
Everything is pliable
for the world is easily
molded by the mind
Born from the darkness
meant to shine in a world
full of shade
Think of yourself as a light
in the sky
one of the brightest
ever made
We're all stars floating
in a space
that the All has designed
Recognize the patterns
all around
& know that it's
all by design