Best Capacities Poems
I know that there's a grand design for life
That we're all formed in wonder and intent
So nature's palette blooms with color, rife
To daub its hues on all that's heaven-sent
Each sparrow, leaf or twist of amber grain
Is kissed by the Almighty's sacred breath
And every breach we cross, is not in vain
But ordered so to guide us, birth-to-death
Such miracles - we're each His masterpiece
The will to choose, so granted from above
Conceived in His own likeness to increase
And framed with deep capacities for love
God makes us each the canvas for His art ...
And paints life's precious colors ... on our heart.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Brian's Choice Z, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Hope Old Or New" Poetry Contest, Carolyn Devonshire, Judge & Sponsor.
(Ten syllables per line, counted at HowManySyllables.com)
Categories:
capacities, analogy, appreciation, faith, god,
Form:
Sonnet
Everywhere I look, all I see is nothing
A vast space full of water, the current pulling me out to nowhere
Kicking and screaming I’m trying to stay above the wild waves
But the crash and smash against me, the water filling my lungs
I cannot breathe and I cannot float much longer
I want so desperately to have something to cling to
But yet I am alone in this fight, to keep my mind above
To keep myself from sinking to the depths of depression
A dark, endless pit that I will not be able to escape
The burning anger above me
And sweltering sadness beneath me
Challenge me in my everyday
To try and hold on to the thin lines of reality
The lines that are blurring before my very eyes
I do not know how much longer I can keep
I want it all to end…but I do not want to end it all
I am so tired…so very tired
But sleep dances away from me,
Like a young child on a play ground, sleep runs and hides
The giggles of him I can hear, here and there
But I cannot reach him
He his beyond my capacities, beyond my boundaries
And I’m losing this fight to stay above the water
I feel like I’m drowning
‘ISN’T ANYONE THERE’ I cry
And I weep, but honestly I really don’t know why
Why I feel so trapped in this grey world
With no escape and no reverence
I am lost in the wild furls of my psychotic mind
Where no one can find me, no one can help me…save me
Alone and drowning I try to grasp onto the thin wisp of hope
But it is false and was gone before it ever appeared
I am lost, with nothing but the water and fire
The darkness, and terror
I have nothing to hold onto
Yet I keep fighting, I keep fighting this losing battle
But I do not know how much longer I will last
Categories:
capacities, allegory, depression, fear, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Maddening thought to process such a word
Mad definition defining more than anger
Mad upset feeling fever flushed climatic danger
Mad mangled minor class offense verse major
Madly suggestive messages a madden proclaimer
Mad made digestive mental notes selective
Madder matters making moves motioning more
Minds mad capacities hijacking brains plane
Mad makers massive maze uncontained
Moistening our various vented veins change
Mad to be or not to be?
Crazy…
Categories:
capacities, analogy, confusion, crazy, deep,
Form:
Rhyme
A vestige lingers of my sweet Ginger sharing the treasure of What color is love?
Springtide fell according
Affliction bred
Tending a foundation; no longer perceived
Flailing in an undertow between the realms of fragmented desires while desperately yearning to reunite with what can never be
Convoluted tattoos pierced my being.
Tangled in encompassed departures - aspirations drowned
Wading no more-
Restraining from feverishly Tangoing in a bog-
Thus fluidly dodging the precursors and ancestry of my youth- they are not meant to be disturbed - nor used as weapons; subjectively or furnished by a barb
Incidentally, the capacities of experiences led to my vanguard, emerging through a pool of quicksilver,
accompanied with a tender disposition, united, benign and liberated
Categories:
capacities, change, deep, desire, growing
Form:
Verse
To think, to dream, to imagine;
What capacities our minds achieve in such a sudden short appearance of intellect,
Breathing [a]new idea of life into our burning souls,
Searching for meaning among every clover, bright in the sun like our eyes in love.
What capabilities we have come by to change our eyes into doors,
Passages leading us the path of honesty and morality;
Short outbursts of life changing moments.
To believe, to find compassion, to lead;
All following something that guides our spirits to completion,
Searching for identities and differences, facets of idolism that change what we are;
Striving for change, and yet, to remain the same. . .
What failures lead up to brilliance,
To the ability to forgive and protect;
To find one soul, one individual among billions to care for; to caress in simple glances.
To go against all rules, all laws, and find freedom in simple moments.
To create, to extract, to understand;
Apparitions standing before us to never be seen, lending wisdom and ideas slowly,
And yet, among our gods we walk blindly,
Holding only onto what we have left in this desert of a world,
Never to truly find meaning in what we have among us;
Whatever mirages they may be.
Categories:
capacities, change, life,
Form:
I opened up the daily yesterday
and turned to the obituary page.
A friend of mine looked back at me from there.
He'd died at ninety years and one of age.
I cried out with surprise and wondering.
How can this world survive if he is gone?
Capsuled was his life in a few columns.
"How can this be?" I ask, as I read on.
He'd lived his whole life in this small valley,
except when he was stationed in Japan,
during oft forgot war of Korea,
in battles never mentioned by the man.
We met when we worked at the county fair.
He was the manager and I a clerk.
He always treated me as his equal
and complimented me on my fine work.
Until retirement he was a banker
and in that role met everyone in town.
Without good reason none were sent away
and there were very few that he turned down.
For seventy-five years a Grange member
and served that time in all capacities.
An usher in his church for forty years,
he lived his life the loving Lord to please.
He even owned a small menagerie
and welcomed throngs of children to his place.
I know that God will have big jobs for him
as he arrives with smile upon his face.
Iambic Pentameter
Categories:
capacities, death of a friend,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Every morning I give thanks to God for opening my eyes
That look upon the heavens’ the secret skies
We walk by faith, and not by sight;
My mind captures the picture of an eternal flight
I never ignore the obvious
Not knowing what’s about to happen keeps me nervous
I do things rash and too fast
Without thinking or learning from the past
I've seen this I've seen that
There‘s nothing I can't see
I've seen everything but me
I’ve seen my lust and hate
I have to catch my breath, I exasperate
Food for thought only God is great
We all fall short of God’s glory, everyone makes mistakes
You should know your fate if you’re consumed by hate
Let it go and love each other before it’s too late
How many people must go blind for us to open our eyes?
Yet every day I see evil, jealousy, and despise
Do you see what I see and feel what I feel
Do you see and feel my pain isn’t it just too real
The common eye sees only the outside of things, and judges by that, but the seeing eye pierces through and reads the heart and the soul, finding there capacities which the outside didn't indicate or promise, and which the other kind couldn't detect. MARK TWAIN
Categories:
capacities, faith, hope, inspirational, life,
Form:
Rhyme
My Super Power Is Contest
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
I have many powers handed down from generations,
My father gifted me many obscure competent abilities,
My favorite power is the capability of regeneration,
But being able to do that is probably a big liability.
I fly in the night and tomorrow’s sights appear,
My mind foresees the future as my arms spread,
I’ve seen the look in their eyes, astounded with fear,
As my hands whisk away objects over their heads.
The fated days arriving are seen when there’s trouble,
A gun may be shot and I can sweep away the bullet,
I immediately throw the perpetrator in a glass bubble,
I fly to the cliff, land and effortlessly push and pull it.
When danger arrives I sense the apprehension,
Poor lost souls can’t fight off demons themselves,
The towns people have absolutely no comprehension,
I’m bummed my powers are lost at the strike of twelve.
The witches and warlocks wish they could do what I can,
I don’t need potions to conjure up my fluent capacities,
They gather and get jealous with rage and don’t understand,
They try to compete, how dare they have the audacity.
See, my powers have been given to be used for good,
I’ve learned to adapt and fill my spirit with adoration,
I realize many people get confused and are misunderstood,
I have many powers handed down from generations.
Date Written: June 7, 2016
Categories:
capacities, children, flying, future, silly,
Form:
Quatrain
In "The Shootist", J.B. Books is not feeling up to snuff.
He has cancer. What are the concerns
of a man dying.
To die
commensurate with the way he lived his life.
Books dies in a gunfight.
McIntosh dies in the desert, under a broken wagon,
fighting Indians.
Norman Thayer will die of heart failure
by the side of his wife, Ethel.
Two police officers
die investigating a stolen moped at a gas station
in the Bronx.
One buys it between the eyes, the other in the back.
The killer out on early parole
from a manslaughter rap.
The DA blames the judge, the judge blames the parole board,
and the board says the jails are overcrowded.
What should I be doing, old turtle.
Devote myself to re-order the world
or crawl off to a lonely spot and preserve myself.
We are trying
to educate everyone to their individual capacities
and see that all are fed, clothed and sheltered adequately.
Because the suffering of one citizen makes suffering
for another, the slow death of one sometimes makes
the sudden murder of another.
There is this
black rock we live on and its lovely mantle of green.
It is all that is perfect. And everything of it is
perfect that respects its integrity. On the subway
I was amused to find, hidden in the confused
mass of anonymous, bleak graffiti, unseen
by the studied, expressionless passengers,
in pink, delicate script, vertically written,
the word *****.
People are the element I live in.
The world is pushy, we are bone,
the numbers of us overwhelm.
It is going to be hot again soon
and the Bronx will actively resent it.
Books dies in Carson City,
only two or three people will miss him at all.
He died alone as he lived,
with his enemies.
Categories:
capacities, cancer, city, education, heart,
Form:
Verse
This morning I was dreaming
About you inside my veins,
Flowing in and out of me
Like gravity playing games…
Subatomic particles
Moving me about,
Making me laugh, smile and dance
By the light of the moon and shout.
With all my subconscious capacities
Screaming into pitch-black air;
Then waking rather suddenly, finding you
No longer there…vanished
Into darkness, disappeared
Inside my head; but not before
The rendezvous did you
Leave my lonely bed.
Categories:
capacities, love, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Pursuit of dream is life
Pursuing dreams does something mysterious to us
It fills us with hope
Passion
Enthusiasm
Expands our capacities as a human person in every way
Don’t waste your life
Because life is there
Reach out
Embrace it
10102014
Categories:
capacities, devotion, faith, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
driving through streets of angst and apathy
driving to the place where I can actualize my desire
to eat a 12 piece bucket of chicken hunks
smiling at the coo-koo bird with **** exposed
the paper words speaking in a greasy cacophony
that sings louder than the top 40 rap from the car next to me
the all encompassing fried waft fills the upper quadrants
of my olfactory facilities
my pavlovian salivary stalactites are noteworthy in the rearview
the napkins that won't suffice tonight
whilst sipping new dessicated sanguine juice
later I shall roll in the fractured bones and discarded cartilage
with the glee of a lion licking the last remnants of flesh
from the femur of the sleeping zebra
driving with my portable fan to scent glaze those caught at the precipice
of another uncomfortable intersection smoldering with the anticipation
of another color
it's night and my eyes work like the retinas of an great horned owl
hookers flittering about within the shadows in the fashion of desperate hyenas
eyes reflecting red to further emphasize the craze
the urge/smell to press forward is overwhelming
the distractions are fantastic
the howls of maligned dogs echoes over the canopy of green neon
I am the great white hunter bringing home my quarry and
park this steely beast making its heart turn off
metal and flesh move at different vibrations that only appear similar
yes it is time to work the mandible with great passion yet
with empty thoughts as the world outside the den
makes the brain short circuit from its normal capacities
other than hunting for the best family meal deal
because down by the facsimile of a watering hole there are whole animal parts
compressed into small and workable units
Categories:
capacities, animalswork, work,
Form:
Free verse
Sweet-scented lupins , foxgloves , violas , giant lillies ,damasks ,
mosses and china roses rich in a variety of perfumes and colours
Circular herb beds, rare , exotic climbers on the Elizabethan wall.
Overhanging undergrowth winding little path past rose flowerbeds
Nestled among large mossy rocks rays of sunlight filtered through
round tables set with candles, crystal and Middle Ages crockery.
In each guests place was a little red box tied with a gold ribbon.
At the Castle , it sprang out of an impulsive hearthside challenge
Natures needs are lavish in Spring with light and dark capacities
Blossoming artfully full of sweetness + light or dark and Gothic.
Clever deep forest kitchen stone pantry glittering with candlelight
glowing and smouldering with a sage smoked medieval orchestra
Angel cake and hot-buttered muffins, bursting with peel + cherries
Wood sprites ancient merry rituals ,folklore primeval forest sounds
Knights templar greet Friar Tuck with gold gifts + flowers of chivalry
Interwoven drapery brilliant string musicians on chellos and violins
The chink of champagne glasses rustle of silk and trailing chiffon.
Breathtakingly beautiful green eyes sparkled her white slender hand
Blazing fire, rich ,dark fruit cake,she leaned against the trunk of a tree
Her long dark hair flowing in the secret garden enchanted hideaway
Categories:
capacities, adventure, imagination, life, mystery,
Form:
Verse
Natural Disaster
You have the compassion of a blizzard and the patience of an avalanche
Your derision trickles like a monsoon.
You drown me in disdain.
Flooded by your expectations, my capacities sank.
You are my natural disaster.
You are a hurricane of indecency, a tornado of contempt.
You are a Typhoon raging over my failings.
My army of good intentions surrenders to your gales of dissatisfaction.
You blow me away as a gnat.
You are my natural disaster.
The earth quakes from your judgment. You are predictable like a fault line.
We are a mud slide pouring into a chasm.
Me first, you shove
Into our crevasse of discontent, we fall together.
You are my natural disaster.
You are lightening. I have no ground.
The warmth of our love you kindled
into solar fission and into scorched conflagration you drove.
Your future is hot. Mine unwritten.
You are my natural disaster.
_ _ _
JD Zoller. (C) 11-30-2016
Categories:
capacities, depression, divorce, goodbye, judgement,
Form:
Lyric
Sitting there late last night!
I took everything in with my deepest breath about me.
I could quiver feeling the warmth sinking slowly in,
I was covered over distances which I could now see.
I had left myself.
I was gone again.
I was above and beyond the clouds,
Soaring deeply with every one of my though,
Higher and higher I rose,
Reaching loftiness’ I have never once felt.
I was a bird in flight!
Stunning with privilege I had brought.
Feeling myself from deep within!
Standing there that night,
The radiance beamed all around me so I took this in.
And lo and behold, there I went again.
I could feel myself while locked deep with my thoughts.
I was absorbed inside by everything surrounding me.
I felt the depth that my eyes could never ever once see.
Loosing all truth of myself, every sensation my soul had caught.
Further and further I rose, reaching capacities I had never felt.
I’m a feather in the air,
Gathering sensations inside of myself.
I lay there that night, mind, body, and soul with me.
I was calm with the breeze,
Inside of myself,
Feeling myself!
And once again I was a bird in flight soaring so high and much too free.
I was locked sound with my deepest thoughts.
More and more I rose and impact for impact I felt.
Feathers of a bird in flight and one of me I have surely got.
Ever since that night, many, many things have come to me.
One by one, gathered by the sensations carried all over me.
Touching inside of myself, again, again, and again!
Higher and higher I climb to reach the very tipsy top.
Gathering it all, I am more of me when more of me can be felt.
I am the breeze in the air touching the many feathers these birds have brought.
Many feathers just from sitting here, but each the soar of the wind has surely caught.
I’m a bird in flight gathering all that is real or not and all that is captured in of my-self.
I am surely the feather that fell from the very top,
Because I am now what then I surely was not!
I am simply that feather in the air falling loose and free inside of myself.
®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich
Categories:
capacities, adventure, allegory, imagination, inspirational,
Form:
Prose Poetry