Best Call Forth Poems
The bells call forth from mighty tower keeps
To herald passing souls from here to there
The orange sun upon the hilltop creeps
It crucifies night's cold and blind despair
And light of day itself may also bluff
The flower blooms and will too soon dissolve
There is no virtue virtuous enough
To ban the steady tide of death's resolve
If permanence is just a fleeting dream,
Why burden every man and child fair?
To ask is chasing shadows down a stream
Fall not into the well of when or where
These words are written clear for all to see:
What I am now you too shall one day be
Categories:
call forth, life, day,
Form:
Sonnet
Galactic curls in spirals swirl, entwining twisted mystery,
where time unrolls in blackened holes, no longer bright and blistery,
but writ like runes on starry dunes enclosed in cosmic history
Galactic dust, from novas' gusts, congesting empty spaces
once fatefully flung beyond the tongue of burnt out astral traces,
may recompress and coalesce in distant times and places
Galactic dwarves, like ancient wharves with silent planets mooring
yet still in spin though long done in, hide flares no longer soaring -
magnetic webs of eons ebb, in thermal fusion roaring
Galactic tides warp space divides, call forth sublime creation
while bending clocks in rippled shocks, unfolding time dilation
that seems to crown the flowing gown of pulsars' pulsed gyration
Galactic stew, a seething brew, midst background noise and chatter
like Chaos reigns, the sole remains of missing antimatter,
with just a trace to form a space-time, curved or somewhat flatter
Galactic glue holds something new: dark energy and matter
that interacts and counteracts the ancient Big Bang splatter:
a cosmic soup of strings and loops, a universal batter
Galactic life's replete and rife 'neath lactic milky wafer,
though solar gales leave unseen trails of cosmic rays, the strafer;
but nonetheless, one must confess, it seems there's nowhere safer
Submitted 21 Aug. 2016
Categories:
call forth, science,
Form:
Rhyme
Come forth O falling watery purifier
Fall down upon me
Cleanse me of my sins
Make pure,make me clean
Wash away my earthly desires
My crimes of the flesh
Douse this burning yet corrupted fire
Wash away the Greed,lust,and all the rest
O Wondrous God
He who resides
In his kingdom in the sky
Please hear my cry
Send forth the rain
Call forth the rain
To rain down on the earth
To wash away all the burdens and the pain
To drown the suffering
The tears and sorrows of yesterday
To call forth
The radiant sun on the next day
Can hear me world
To all men and women
Little boys and girls
The rain has stopped
Becasue it has cleanse the world
Categories:
call forth, life, nature, peace, people,
Form:
In the bitterest of the cold polar north shadows of illusions dwell,
Reflections of light on ice, maybe so or is there more to these
Optical delusions, the natives say creatures hide amongst these
Rocky snow covered hills, and they call forth the power of the
Alpine peaks for protection!
These mountainous summits of elevation known as the
Thundering mountains, many men have gone missing here,
Without explanation or reason, without any evidences trace
Ever being found, as if just vaporizing within the alpine mists?
But legends say by the tribal chieftains, they were taken by the
Snow beasts the Yeti’s, the abominable demons for
Trespassing on their sacred icy lands!
These outlander's whom should have known better,
Warned were they not, to climb at this inaccessible remote
Elevations for this is the forbidden territory belonging to
The creatures of the rocks!
Many men go there and are swallowed whole by the mighty
Avalanches, called forth by the screaming howling of the
Mountain guardians, weaving through these ice and spray
Waves as if they were made of winter wisps’ of air, the creatures
Take these hikers, or skiers unware, than devour
Them later at their leisure’s pleasure afterwards!
These avalanche waves have another name given to
Them eons ago, the claws of the tiger, sweeping
Within their mighty claws, everything living or none,
Beneath their talons of devastation!
But what if there were more to this myths story,
What if these two legends were working together?
In a tandems precisions epic motion, beast and
Mountains, both struggling to survive, against
The onslaught of humanities approach!
Endurances basic instinct of survival, natural law
Prevails, that only the strongest of the species is allowed
To continue, but what if these two natural raw forces
Combine, to do whatever it takes to achieve
This final climatic extraction, brawn concurring
Intelligence, or maybe it’s the other way
Around!
In this wilderness only the whispering winds
Knows the answers to these questions of inquiry,
And there left unheard by the deafening ears of
Progress and mankind until it is too late!
But the native people know, and warn them
To stay away for this land belongs to the Yeti’s
And the mountain protect them beneath the
Claws of the white tiger, the mighty avalanche!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
call forth, adventure, animal, conflict, fear,
Form:
Free verse
Life tells a story, but who does write?
Is it “I” that “I” must fight?
Does the Redwood tree grow on its own?
Does it call water down from the throne?
Does the mountain adorn herself?
Do the books climb upon the shelf?
Does the ocean call forth the wave?
And in itself does the ocean rave?
I know our life will tell a story.
It will reveal to whom we glory!
I don’t want to write my own book.
For my Creator has not forsook!
When my earthy life comes to its end.
May my story be written by best friend!
The Light that shines in my darkest hour.
The Deliverer, in whose grace every day I shower!
The Comforter who holds me through the pain.
And the Holy One who bore my shame!
The Prince, who will never ever let me down!
And King, who will place my heavenly crown!
Yes, my life will have its fairytale ending.
Because with Jesus, eternity I’m spending!
Therefore, I want Jesus to write my book.
When you remember me, to him please look!
Written By: Stacey Brown 5/19/16
Categories:
call forth, best friend, bible, cinderella,
Form:
Rhyme
Sixty plus, and counting,
Still running from my life:
Child, athlete, writer, warrior
Master Teacher, mother, wife.
Still pondering the age old question,
"Who am I?"
Am I what I do? What I have? Where I work?
Or, are these just my alibis?
Who looks out longingly
from my tired, tear washed eyes?
Am I what I own? Where I've been? Who I've loved?
Or, are these just my alibis?
Does my body define me?
Am I only flesh and blood?
Or, am I composed of each fleeting moment,
Comprised of sweetness, truth and love?
Once, long ago, in a precog dream,
I heard God's resonating voice whispering to me,
"You are Eternal, Immortal, and nothing can hurt you."
So, am I cosmic lights and spirit? Am I the path I seek?
Once, long ago, out of body,
I reveled in a sheath of cosmic light,
Knowing the truth of my own Oneness
And the ecstacy of dimensions in transcending flight.
"I Am that I AM." said the most high God.
Can it really be so starkly simple,
To speak our truth and declare our Beingness,
And all of Life our sacred temple?
I am all possibility, one with my Source.
Powerful, omniscient: an unwavering creative Force.
By my focus and intention, I look deeply into Sri Yantra.
and I become who I choose to be.
By simply deciding to, I call forth the essence of me.
Categories:
call forth, destiny, i am, identity,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
I KNOW WHO YOU ARE
You are the morning
Virgin ripe like the full bunch Benin banana
Crystal clear like the revered coastal river
Bright and bold as the Bantu warriors
Resplendent with the radiance of the sun
at first peep from the ozone horizon
you are the one
who shines out my darkness
you the one who turns up
and I am lit me up all inside out
I know who you are
You are the high noon
Drying up my tears
Charging me up with effervescent energies
Scorching drying all my foes
I know who you are
You are the evening
Descending gently
You come and cool your way into my wary soul
Your call forth dance drama
With evening showers
You cll forth the moon
To hold out the impending darkness
You seduce the stars
To shine my soul to glory
And inspire my mind to creativity
You are the night
You prepare me ready
Lulling me with gentle breeze
To a sleep of sweet dreams
I know who you are
You are my most precious gift
My jewel of value inestimable
You are the love of my life
My inner wheel of strength
The clue to the puzzle of my life
You are my complement
I know who you are
You are the bird of flight
That gives me wings and fly on high
You make me cover mileage in minutes
You give me wide lead among my equals
I know who you are, Olubunkola
You are mine
The human angel
You are my God-sent
My very best next person after me
Categories:
call forth, dedication, devotion, life, loveme,
Form:
https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/the-flood
Populated land of plenty
Yet hearts brimming with sin,
Dishonourable thoughts, unwholesome deeds
Blessings, provision, no gratitude thereof
The young mirrored such ways
Distaste all around, high and low, near and far
Preoccupied souls, distractions abound
Within such surroundings, righteousness remained
The remembrance of Noah, a passing of days, instructions foretold
An unfolding promise, destruction of old
A time for renewal, a solid ark to build
Call forth the chosen, the chosen are few
Gather your wives and sons, animals two by two
Close the door, seek refuge no more
Waters shall arise, raging torrents, streams will flow
Forty days and forty nights
Water-covered earth, send a raven to and fro
Send a dove for resting place
Imminent return, a week of wait
A second return, an olive leaf
Of such relief, the flood had ceased
A beautiful becoming, land again
An open door
An offer of sacrifice upon the altar
A promise on high
Rainbow sky
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Categories:
call forth, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
Observer of the skies, I thrill to see
a puppy cloud stretch out to dragon length,
a shapeless mass become a well-formed heart,
or pastel puffs become an ice cream cone.
These sights call forth my best old memories
of playing with my dog and summer treats,
of how my teen heart fluttered when I wore
my first real boyfriend’s class ring on my chain.
A local man I knew saw doves, the Cross*,
and messages from Jesus in the clouds.
A booklet holds his photos of these scenes.
Revisiting my copy gives me pause.
Why would two long-time Christians like us see
such widely-varied scenes among the clouds?
I’ll bet this man prayed fervently to see
some lovely words and images from God,
who chose to send the answers in the sky.
“Ask and ye shall receive,” the Bible says.
I’m praying, and believing, He’ll reveal
some messages from Heaven in the clouds
to bless my soul and move my heart to sing.
*The Cross upon which Christ was crucified
March 8, 2023
Contest: the Each Passing Cloud Poetry Contest Placed 2nd
Sponsor: JCB Brul
Categories:
call forth, heaven, image, prayer,
Form:
Blank verse
i want to travel the world with you
show you places that you have never seen
give you a reason to let loose
if just a bit, so step out of that routine
close your eyes, imagine the world whole
see the places yet to be discovered
the places only few have endeavored
and all the places yet to be uncovered
enjoy the sights and wonders
and bask in its beauty, not its history
call forth the courage to live
make a mark, make the memories!
i want to be with you through it all
make it that much interesting
give you more than you need
am sure you will find it all riveting
Know that all i want is to show you everything
well at least something, in fact just a tad bit
at least let me make you smile and laugh
give you some sort of incentive not to call it quits
i just want us to be us
traveling is just something to do
it isn't to assure we stay together
its to assure we do it all together.
Because at the end of the day,
I care about you!
Categories:
call forth, blessing, care, cute love,
Form:
Rhyme
"Magdalenes and Eves"
Pin the tale on the donkey
there’s something in the way She moves
a harlot by any other name, pages of
Magdalenes and Eves
the ruin of every good world of righteous man
opened doors and gates to new universal territories
before and always will
and freedom was still kept tight
before the flood birthed doves and peace
She stood for what She was worth
bartered, maligned and misunderstood
but a vessel just the same as a floating ark
the screams of newborns doused in innocence
quiet all the senseless noise and call forth
the reason for Her thorny existence -
without the harlot there is no life at all;
a rose by any other name
except that;
all Gods are birthed
from a Woman
and that God is found
within the runes
Candide Diderot. ‘25
Categories:
call forth, god, woman,
Form:
Free verse
Bring the ocean to the forest where flames lick the dead.
Banish hot scalding lava with a surging polar flow.
Tug the mountain from its roots. Shove it onto the wet earth,
ordered to suck the torrent and spew it into the sea.
Pour cement on the headland, freeze the cold mud solid;
hold back the squishy slide, let rock embrace the shoreline.
Shout to the cowardly sun slipping into wispy haze;
send the hawk from its nest with talons to rip the screen.
Run o'er the half-baked moon picking up pieces of the dark;
cast them off the forward bow or stuff them in mud-duck's ear.
Shore up the timbers of home, bar each window with steel;
order oaks to clutch their limbs, thrust down extended claws.
Strap on a double edged blade, strap it high upon your thigh;
meet the invader with courage, leave him begging for mercy.
Turn the chaff deep down under, call forth the rich black loam;
plant seeds ready to burst. Renew, renew the ravaged Eden.
Categories:
call forth, america, horror, recovery from,
Form:
Free verse
I am an ugly duckling in a world of unblemished snowy swans
Whose long necks only serve to further the height from which they look down upon me.
They have picked me clean of feathers, and I am ashamed of the scarred carcass beneath.
I am a toy, forgotten at the bottom of the toy box.
Once my only joy was in making others smile, laugh, learn . . .
Until they learned there were newer and better toys than me.
I am a lush, garden pool in the desert
Beckoning with the appearance of bounty and water
But only a mirage that, upon closer inspection, is dry and barren, having been sucked dry by previous travelers.
But, I am a woman. A wife. A mother.
I am planted in the soil of my determination, fed from the light of women who came before.
My body has been ripped apart by the same force that gives it the will to live.
I can part the clouds with a whisper, or call forth chaos with a scream.
But I choose to rule my kingdom with laughter, love, and loyalty.
Because my legacy will not be defined by anything but the fruit of this, my soul.
Categories:
call forth, woman, women,
Form:
Prose
For what is the nature of the beast
That comes with fiery breath to steal the feast
And then, upon the morrow, floods the fields
Thus rotting on the vines what summer yields
And yet with gentle tones, A subtle breeze
Can fill our hearts with joy and make us sneeze
Call forth from hidden caves a will to live
And in our joyful hearts the beast forgive
For we are but the pawns with which she plays
Her fickle nature changing with the days
At sunrise she’ll beguile us with her glow
At sunset chill our hearts with winter’s snow
She bears no malice, her moods defy our reason
For her it’s just the whimsy of a season
9/20/2021
“N” poems, New or Old Poetry Contest
Categories:
call forth, natural disasters, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
Passionate kisses fall upon my hungry lips,
As loving hands, caress my cheeks.
Knowing eyes look deep into my soul,
Searching for my innocence
That wanders lost and starving
Inside my darkness.
Soothing words call forth restrained emotions
Locked deep within the ravenous confines
Of my loneliness.
The sweet aroma of your passion
Wafts gently into my nose
And fills my head with the promise
of your delectable sustenance.
Do I break my fast
And ingest your delicious promises
That entice my hungry senses?
Do I let my love starved innocents
Be found by your searching eyes?
Shall I follow those soothing words
Straight to the rapturous bounty
That is your love?
Or trust those loving hands
And take hold,
And be pulled from the dark depths
Of my loneliness and emotional famine?
Am I ready
to feast upon the sumptuous banquet you offer,
Or has my appetite been lost forever?
I think I will just taste your passionate kisses
And let my heart decide
How hungry it really is.
Categories:
call forth, confusion, desire, fear, food,
Form: