Best Candidly Poems
Tiptoe, tiptoe, what they say is not what they say it is . . .
Cameras rolling, take one, action!
“How stupid can you be? You’re fired!”
He told a judge quite candidly.
In take two, from his office on Fifth Avenue,
He tweeted, “Nobody has more respect
For women than I do.”
On take three
During a press conference,
“We’ll blow terrorist Al-Baghdadi
Out of existence.”
Then he stood, saluted the flag, and
Ordered General “Mad Dog” to protect the land.
Tiptoe, tiptoe, what they say is not what they say it is . . .
They say Doomsday is coming,
Polar caps are melting,
An asteroid just missed us today
Iranians want a bomb
To explode in Armageddon,
And North Korea tested
A long-range missile yesterday.
Both sides are wrong...
Beware, or pay dearly,
To the victor belongs the spoils,
For in the land of the free and
Home of the braves,
A new boss man's in town
Fake news on display...bad men raining down
Tiptoe, tiptoe, what they say is not what they say it is . . .
The boss is riding, guns ablaze, shooting at the sun,
Stirring up flames all across America, Russia, and China—
The whole world’s wondering, who's this character?
Wake up and smell the coffee!
Republicans say,
“He's the forty-fifth President today,
Top dog in Washington,
Who can activate the nuclear bomb.”
With the greatest memory around... A double negative caused the problem
He says America will be great again
Then placed a ban on Muslims coming in.
He made it clear to Peña Nieto,
Bad hombres must go,
That a wall on the border
Will stop the illegal immigrant flow
Where is the server and 50,000 emails~ Russia do you know?
Tiptoe, tiptoe, what they say is not what they say it is…
Categories:
candidly, political, power, presidents day,
Form:
Political Verse
After all of these years,
Because you have stuck by me through thick and thin,
Candidly, I can tell the world that I love you more each day.
Dawns come and sunrises go, but your love never waivers.
Every morning you tell me that you love me and kiss my heart.
Forever is a long time, but life would be nothing without forever with you.
Generations change ideas and habits, but one thing remains constant.
Happiness is sought after, prayed for, cried for, and even died for.
I cannot imagine, now that I have found you, myself without you.
Just as flowers need the rain, I need your smile, your trust, and your dreams.
Kindled by your embers, my soul seeks no more.
Love has smitten me and my happiness has been found with you.
Memories fade in comparison to the passion in your soul.
No person, except by God strengthened, could give as you do.
Omnipotent, everlastingly, and consistently you are here for me.
Protecting, caring, and serving without fail, God watches.
Question not whether I know how wonderful you are. I do!
Remember the days of yore when love was new and dreams were large.
Somehow, locked inside of me is the strength that you shared, the love.
Tomorrow may see hardships, but together we can overcome all things.
Undying commitment keeps us two, forever strong.
Victory comes by rising above struggles.
We walk and the ground floats beneath our feet.
Xanadu looses luster without you.
Yesterdays have become beautiful tomorrows.
Zealously, our souls soar and joy sustains our love.
12/27/2016
Categories:
candidly, life, love,
Form:
Abecedarian
A Poetry Souper, seeing bright stars,
Grabbed his PC and headed for Mars.
He’d make some dimes by writing rhymes,
Selling them to the New Mars Times.
Traveling through the ethereal blue,
With revved up rockets, his fervor grew.
Orbiting the moon to pick up speed,
He’d bust his buttons for this brave deed.
He saw fluffy clouds for God’s gentle feet,
And wondered if galaxies were places to meet.
He visualized skipping through outer space,
Dancing with angels, but couldn’t keep pace.
He thought of Mars, as candidly prime,
Poetry Soup’s outpost, so proudly sublime!
Thousands of Martians were quick to enroll,
Clamoring to setup new poetry goals.
Little red men, each sporting a grin,
Their three-fingered fisties bearing a pen.
Female Martians seemed to insist,
On whipping out sonnets with Shakespearian twists.
The red planet shining bright in the night,
Beckons to poets seeing its sight.
Schedule your flight, and do it right quick,
For poem palaver, it does a neat trick.
Categories:
candidly, allegory, future, space, planet,
Form:
Quatrain
As you know, dear one
I border emotions that perhaps are an enigma to you
You look up to me at times with the highest respect
When you and I both know we are leveled
I dedicate to you a speech above the most precious jewels
My words surely don’t climb among or above the highness of great
But I can tell you straight—I am proud of my feelings
I am proud to have you here on earth with me
You know, when I wrote those words, joyous bells began to ring
I heard them in harmony, for they agreed
Indeed, I had the council of music in meeting
And we all averred that you are a part of me—a rare ligament that I truly cherish
For years you have devoted yourself
Fearing that someday I may leave your side
Oh my sweet, beloved friend—how I have!
I do not wish to degrade you—forgive me!
Allow me to further explain
I have left many times from the comfort of your embraces
Blinded by the enigmatic pangs I so desperately conceal
But these moments of solitude allow me to candidly feel
And as I have said—I am proud of my feelings
For they have led me straight to the epiphanies I shall now reveal:
I saw you amongst the wild horses—amid the paragon of temperament
Their nostrils flared at a presence; like confused soldiers, their eyes darted about
I was crazed into fear that I would be founded out
In meadows near from grasp of humanity
You fled but kept me in eyesight
Wondering and wandering—nearly touching the brink of my world
The bells drew you near—for they were apples to your eye
My laughter reached the highest height
You knew that I was not jeering you
I was delighted by your phantasmagoric magnificence!
The majority grazed on
But your dreams were meant for me to hold
At least only for a little while
For in the bells of laughter and music we were one
Cantering all the more closer to the sun
We felt not the burn, but the warmth of friendship
As life flew on in its graces and disgraces
We drew ever nearer
And soon—as was inevitable—
We felt the sear
As you were familiar with them, you took it like a god
And longed—from me—to take it
Instead I concealed the flame
Because the tame are accustomed
To chastisement, fear and incentive
Categories:
candidly, absence, allegory, analogy, animal,
Form:
Ode
I watch him closely as his tiny forehead furrows in concentration. He is so focused, so determined as he clutches the puzzle piece with chubby, dimpled hands. He attempts to push it into place among other colourful pieces. It doesn't quite fit.
He exhales - the sweetest, daintiest sigh of frustration. My lips twitch.
He turns the puzzle piece over in his hands, studying it intently. His one-year-old mind is so nimble, so ready to absorb every detail, process every bit of information. He is so candidly curious and eager to learn. Everything is brand new.
With a victorious smile, he pushes the puzzle piece perfectly into place and looks up at me with sparkling brown eyes - his dad's eyes. My heart fills so quickly - so sharply - that my knees feel weak.
I've been a mom for a year, and still, I'm not quite prepared for that surge of pride, that burst of love. A love that is so strong it verges on pain.
I reach out to stroke my son's golden hair. It's so long now that it's beginning to curl. "Good job, little one. Mommy is so proud of you." He picks up another toy, fascinated by its colour and shape.
I want to press pause, to freeze this moment in time. He is so perfect, so innocent, so carefree. He knows nothing of pain, grief, or despair. I want to wrap him in this moment and keep him safe and happy forever.
But there's no pause button. There's only time, turning moments into memories.
I reach out again, not quite ready to let this moment slip away.
Categories:
candidly, family, love, son,
Form:
Prose
From neglect comes deviation, electrifying radiation, like a leaf in the shadow,
Drying stanza so bore-some, a bit much candidly said,
In the Sun thinly it is spread,
As it comes to - an End.
Unpropitious almost as a son left to die in a wooden casket,
Beating the chest, screaming the pain dumped in the basket
This fight that is looming, so void and gore,
Drained of meaning, young and old, shaken, - I’ve been told.
Hey, loner-donor go seek Freud and subscribe to the membership of bold.
What name, say you?
Look up, zap the depth and any chance,
Given but not forgiven, just sanitised slam dance,
Not tipping the balance,
So settled, decisive and predisposed,
Here comes the pain rolling down the mountains at Pieve di Cadore
You do not know whether to ignore or adore.
I am a natural riparian who likes to fasten poplars on the banks of my heart
My eyesight at breast height gets pulled by gravity – down!
Sipping on a glass of Vitis Viifera while avoiding an overdose
In the eyes of a true ochre sensible enough
To touch the ground or poke her.
Grab the ivory rod that is a relic of lies,
Crafted for the bride who held it dearly
In the arc it traveled back and forth,
North to south, back to north.
Everything crumbled, thorn to pieces,
Gunning down feeling after feeling,
The fight is looming, but I am not kneeling.
Categories:
candidly, allusion, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
A penny for your thoughts
now think before you talk
then tell me how you feel, so true and so real
as emotions continue to build
no longer hiding behind a wall or shield
no reason to oppress or repress
if you'd only let go and express
you'd feel so much more than refreshed
be freed from reality that bleeds and leads to insanity
so candidly let me be there to rid you of all your fears,worries and doubts
for letting go you cannot go without
so let the words run freely from your mouth
for you I will be there,unconditionally
glistening with a sparkle in my eye
listening with undivided attention
with no tensions mentioned
and when all you have to say is said and done
and your complete trust I have won
My only require is for you to inquire me of all my thoughts
after all a penny's all it'll cost
Categories:
candidly, friendshipme, me,
Form:
I wish I was more of a fool,
Whose only happiness is to make folly my desires;
Nonsense to which I assented my ego,
To err the only decency I fondled.
I wish I was more of a coward,
Whose only dismay is I myself being a hero;
A morsel of gallantry is scattered,
Losing the identity of a knight errant.
I hate it when I become so enthused,
With the thing most of the people hate;
Or perhaps I am just so fond of pretensions,
Candidly spoiling the inceptive of sanity.
I hate it when the heart's debacle is unmasked,
Becoming too mundane to obscure;
Dragging me to the abyss of deception,
Desperately seeking for my lost soul.
What can I be to you? A scoundrel perhaps?
A naught would be much appalling too;
It gives me no option for bliss,
Nor the dire longing for a kiss.
I walk leaving with no trace.
Head held up like a king with no crown;
Wide enough my kingdom it may seem,
My queen I lost, my treasure I wasted.
How can I get up from below,
Deserting the future it may offer;
I can only do a little with what I have,
Constantly waning from what is left inside.
I wish of my own stupidity, bragging it loosely,
Claiming my own ardor in disdain;
The desolation was never in my mind,
Until I lost my fervor, my amity, my love.
Categories:
candidly, absence, blue, feelings, lost,
Form:
You are More than a Friend!
From the first time I knew you - From the first time I met you
Your words, joy, laughter, and peace, were so factual beyond my apprehending
Your inner man, inner beauty and placidness are always out spoken
Your friendship over the years enlighten up my soul, heart and life
Each jiffy I have an opportunity to be in your presence, talk to you, touch your hands
I often do not leave your presence the same-your tender heart often embraces my sorrows
Truly and honestly-You are More than a Friend
People say, friends come and go-For me, true friendship is forever
You have shared your mutual and frank friendship in my life
Despite the distance, silence and absence of your physical being or presences
Your voice and words always whispers in my inner most being
Deeds and words we shared, have built inside our subconscious as eternal memories
Although phantoms self-insecurities have kept us apart all this well,
Just Remember that-You are More than a Friend
Allow me to confess, acknowledge and admit-that fear and doubt
Often hinders us to express our feelings and to share our interior gifts with people we love
But I also highly appreciate your genuineness-your true nature and expression of love
Loving you, being by side and receiving form your deepest inner being is my utmost delight
I will always treasure and cherish our friendship-Because You are More than a Friend
I could not find appropriate way to articulate and convey my feelings and gratitude
But rather than speaking from my heart and through this medium
From my heart-through my talent-means using everything from within
Dearest Friend, I mean everything I said-And said what I mean
Frankly and candidly-You are More than a Friend
Categories:
candidly, age, art, beautiful, beauty,
Form:
Personification
I must be -- me
to be not, would be
contradictions more foul than those in D.C.
irrelevant, you chastise
make your feelings relate
to be a poet
but is not the message
created by my pen
poetically fulfilling for me?
if my precepts
offer no memorable revelation
for you
you may not understand
now
or ever
never having viewed the Alps
illustrated travel folders
generate no sighs
yet pen in hand
drawing in a deep breath of truth
feelings
your mind
camera candidly clicking
world exposed in free style
awaken
meter petered out with cursed verse
confined rhyme
precept message
a goal sought
sometimes conveyed
spare the structure; paint the picture
sharp strokes of emotion
live through the Creator
*For John Freeman’s “Your Free Verse Precept” Contest
Categories:
candidly, on writing and words
Form:
Free verse
Self's true calling candidly bared,
frisson so sweet as two souls paired.
Ardent vows so fondly prepared,
'fore gathered kin, pure love declared.
Convinced myself you deeply cared,
words and deeds, ardour implicit.
Frisson so sweet as two souls paired,
adoration was explicit.
Have endured perpetual Hell,
savour timbre of fling's death knell.
Entombed within accursed cell,
reduced to lifeless, hollow, shell.
Nostalgic urge obliged to quell,
break the curse of pain infernal.
Savour timbre of fling's death knell,
this day henceforth, hope's eternal.
Transition 'tween two states still baffles; scattered memories all that survive.
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8 syllables per line (except for the final line) - checked with howmanysyllables.com
A-A-A-A-A-B-A-B scheme as per contest rules
5 November 2017
For the "Rhyme Time II" contest, sponsored by Laura Loo.
(1st Place)
Categories:
candidly, divorce, heartbreak, love hurts,
Form:
Rhyme
MARTIN THEMBISILE CHRIS HANI -IAN MUNYWE
A standing ovation , courageous charismatic visionary.
for this gallant man Chris Hani. A standing ovation,
Candidly revolutionary, for this gallant man Chris Hani.
unabashed for the right cause.
A standing ovation,
for this gallant man Chris Hani.
Such hunger for sovereignty,
selfless in this fight for freedom.
Even in the face of peril,
you did not cave.
A great listener a great orator.
Acta no verba,
illustrated perfectly by this hero.
Subjected to squalour pain and terror,
but still rose above the muck.
Stoic strong passionate patriotic,
Categories:
candidly, africa, celebration, leadership,
Form:
Ode
the elderly man's made a pass at her
i witnessed the saddest thing I've ever seen
in a long time
i hope it's not a premonition
my life playing out before my eyes
there's a couple sitting across each other
eating breakfast at a jack-n-box
another normal day
i thought
wait
before going further
no it's not crack-in-the-box,
like how she used to call it
that clowness
okay let me continue
so there's this couple
and the reason
i'm dwelling on this
is that
the elderly Japanese man had to be near eighty
and the women, Hawaiian-mix, around five years younger
and no connie's not from Hawaii
but then again that might be a red herring
so no one can accuse connie of being a sneak
anyway the elderly man eating his breakfast
pauses, looks over and sees his sunshine across the restaurant
he goes over, nice
now i'm watching intently
at my romeo , my hero
he can barely walk, gimping along
however i do admit he had nice thick white hair
he ask if he can join her
so harmless, i thought
she said candidly, no i'll be alright
those were her exact words
no remorse for his feelings, nothing
i kept watching ... this was good
the human emotion
the tears in his eyes
the blood draining from his face
he cleared his throat
went to refill his drink
and out of her presence he cried deeper
now keep in my i watching
the human emotion
the tears running down alongside his cheeks
so raw
a picture, a kaleidoscope of dejection
i saw flashbacks of my own, too
two near eighty years sharing the same emotion
as a youngster would
i felt his pain, so sad
he had just finished eating
and went back to get another breakfast platter
to curb, i guess, his depression, shake off the sadness
the women she kept looking towards me
i couldn't begin to think what was going through
her mind
then i began to think
the stretches of gods reach
why did he allow me to witness his message today
connie pachecho
1/24/17
Categories:
candidly, life, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
< elects not to open door by hand
looks pretty stupid too
even an grandma can do it
calling all grandma's
technology has gone to far
really really to far now
one does not need to be an rocket scientist
nor an magician
it's easy as one two three
candidly smile
tip your hats
look both ways
launch arms outward
and pull or push that's it
My Word Chosen Was
Electronically
Written by
Katherine Stella
5/9/2011
Entry For Dakarai Cobb's
The Sonnet Man's Acrostic Challenge
GL All
Categories:
candidly, adventure, education, fantasy, funny,
Form:
Acrostic
Give me freedom,
let me fly,
candidly I say that I can't cry....
So trifling, so replete,
stuck in the big sleet.
******
As I have no name
No identity
hiding behind the trees.
save mother as you are my inspiration
without me, how can you make celebrations?
*******
What I have done
I have no idea.
Since I've realized and hold my chest
beside LONDON, PARIS, NEW YORK
my home is the best...
******
Send me there, perchance ,
no one can remember
let me enjoy
let me fly
the freedom of the "open sky"
******
Categories:
candidly, anger, care, childhood, flying,
Form:
Free verse