Best Ceremonious Poems
Morning dew lets
drip essential
waters, the active
ripples drop,
landing, working
with the melting
ponds, to release
surface tension
The callings of
chirping birds,
resonating
pleasantries to ears
everywhere, fervent
life, the eager
promise of things to
come
The good morning sun
evaporates people's
resentment, feelings
over three months of
abandonment, making
it up with a return
Ceremonious
Rich with golden
beams
A father figure
Hatch lings making
their identity
known, breaking from
shells to survive,
congregating around
mother for advice,
Feeling the
strengths of
togetherness, still
insecure, even under
the gentlest of
April breezes, that
whisper comforting
thoughts
The Lush trees,
restore their former
selves, showing
boldness and beauty
and shade and
shelter, trying to
outdo each other
Nature and Nurture
Kissed by the broken
winds
Fragility fades
Strong showers
precipitate as the
tears of the sun,
bringing out regrets
for having left us
at all, so fondly
appreciated
Our offspring
play in the muddy
puddles, birds
flutter about to
bathe, flowers grow
bolder, while bees
work the sap
Libidos driven by a
fervor, wanting to
be part of it all,
form partnerships
and blessed unions
worldwide, we will
conceive
Our prosperity
Interlinking all of
us
Timeless equation
Ballad of the poet
When the moon kissed the sun, and light spread upon the earth. *hh*
Bright and early,
early bird gets the worm.
With sullen time on stand by.... *DJ*"
Spurns emerald valleys that blur upon my new-found perch *J.M.G*
While all nature wakes from slumber in timeless glory. *E.G*
Morning glory stroked by a ceremonious dandelion... whisper~ *K.D*
Bitter like morning breath.
Rooster crows, two songs, I share a note with him.
My cat rises to the sun of a new day.
Stretches into a c with her tongue curled and tail furled *S.K.*
My coffee offers the sweetest taste after a goodbye kiss.
Clever and warm, I twinkle to the new morning light,
as I step outside, something pierced my heart..
~Wing broken, his bow in tow, arrows strewn,
~No flight for thee, love lost, bent arrows I see," *R.M*
Everything I see, everything I feel around me.
Becomes a new song.
Born of many emotions.
I roll them on a paper without a pen.
BUT! In my mind they speak clearly to me~
Look into My eyes with your heart... and there you will find your soul * R.A.D.*
"I hear an angel calling The beastly being within" *R.S*
A new creation awaits beyond the path of dreams content,
Eros and Cupid both shoot through my heart." *J.H.*
As the arrow's liquid enters my soul... *RON*
Will that winged creature with the bow and arrows stop blinking his eyes?" *R.P*
He has stretched his wings too far this time. *V.B.*
"His arrow of love is strumming my heart with golden grace. *L.M*
A Halo'd smile upon my face. * L.H*
Has suddenly turned to a grimace! *G.S.*
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THE RISE, THE FALL, ARISE
One moment I am among the stars
Looking down to them as they work and walk the earth
Nothing compare to my lengthy altitude
I am high, I am tight, and I am composed
How I came up here, a dark secret
That I wish to remain here, a white truth
How I intend to hold on, a red challenge, as
Everyone down there blink in my direction
The rise was long and tiresome
So I realized on first arrival
The arrival was sweet and ceremonious
Satisfaction after exhausting action
Up here, I have stayed long, so long
Wondering how long I could remain
Like an island, I venture in isolation
How I wish time could freeze as now
As it so happen, I might slip, slip and fall
Fall I might, and land among the rocks
No doubt, the fall will be bitter and scandalous
Shame and pity will litter upon me
I will be low I will be loose I will be shapeless
Nothing will then compare to my lassitude
They would curiously blink down in my direction, as
I would then look up to them for a lift
Their utterances, I know by heart already
Their actions I have already noticed
Their gossip will not be soft enough
In their conference, my name will top the agenda
A pity they know not
A quitter I am not
Don’t they reminisce?
I know the way, back up THERE!
By: Ihanovandu
(Copyright reserved)
Welcome to this ceremonious event
of me unveiling my thoughts
of me unfolding my brazenness
of you displaying your wittiness
of you and me affecting changes
On line, in line, on time beyond time
With million likes
The game is on
The line is on
The status is open
For all of you to presume, assume and resume your own positioning of point of
views
Whatever stand, brand and grandstand of opinionated, imposed upon or
layered views
nicely spread with icings of lies and some sprinkles of truth
Either requited, unrequited, desired or abhorrent
Everything's game
All is kosher
Your event is every second
every minute and every thoughts posted
No less
Minds matter most
Than actual consequences
He has a smile resonant of a million stars
All alight
Inhibiting my inhibition to be red-faced
Still, in wanting to be noticed
My eyes gave chase
I try not to be overly pretentious, though
My actions can sometimes be gullible to his ceremonious façade
He has a certain flirtatious proclivity that’s
Alluring to me inside
And the lining of his presence illuminates
An impeccable aura of complex desire
I can’t help but daydream of what might transpire
The personification of a blessing
He’s an angel in disguise
A perfect mask of sweetness
He’s candy to my eyes
My hourglass shattered somewhere in the Limbo
I found myself swimming towards stones instead of stars,
my heart, fragile & curious began to beat naively, bravely for my soul's sitar,
the flesh of this stage surrounded the nerves of this sapling as roots around rockbed,
I started with limbs erect in love, spine suffused in fluid of affinity's fascination of Godhead,
baby's breath on the cool flame of Future's fortune met with glow from sensation's woe,
sorrow bit my toe,
As my charriot transmutted to a coach wagon
the payload plused, fears pulsed and the price projected,
it seemed sudden that now hurt could hem the forecast of my dreams,
that violence may precipitate from creation,
in wrongs done unto me I saw the scales of satisfaction heave,
debts remitted, and new crimes incurred for salvation,
I battled the spectrum of skeletons and centuries of ceremonious confusion,
colliding with rage, cruel apathy detected,
then, in the hysteria of self inflicted hell,
love burst through denial like a wail in wilderness as I threw self pity a rainbow -
J.A.B.
Child’s Play
Perhaps we should let the children lead.
Two mothers sat on a bench
speaking in an unusual tongue,
one sat alone scanning her cell phone,
a Dad pretended to teach his daughter to fish,
grandparents toddled after a toddler.
The children did what children do
follow the sound of children’s voices,
gravitate to the excited playfulness,
see only other children – playing,
slowly slip into the wonder of the moment.
No ceremonious introductions necessary
another voice added to the jubilation,
another set of dancing footsteps
racing for the slide, sliding to the ground
laughing in the joy of spring warmth.
The parents watched the children
the children touched their hearts
left the parents thinking…
Perhaps we should let the children lead.
John G. Lawless
Oh! How I long for that
one sweet moment of
loneliness, when the human race
decides to piss off, leaving me
to wallow in my own
company.
The pressurized world,
the ceremonious
corporate reciprocates, one’s
space to foul, with flouting
flagrant farts! Creating
thunderous turmoil, a
chaotic state of mind,
a wind of prevalent
change.
Innocent minds, virgin thoughts
collective breeding grounds,
stage upon stage, the master’s philosophy to
be acted out. His! To
nurture, to alter, personalities
to change, ideals to strive
for, directions to enforce.
The
new breed, created from
the production line of
progression, cantankerous wankers! Mountaineers
all. “No strings” Yet each one
a “Puppet” To the regime, each
one skilled in the art of
deceit, degrees in codhology, all
willing to sell their soul
to the executive.
“Interaction Management” The
suave enemy. “Believe it”
At one’s peril,
“The flattery
the empathy
the confidence”
Seek out! The expression
behind the expression.
If not! “One will love it”
Hook line and sinker, caught
in a web of verbal
trash, dressed up in treachery.
Soon
the moralist to become ridiculed,
their dispute subjected
to “Reductio ad absurdum” Yet
their accuser dances
amongst the clouds, eyes forever
searching skywards, the social
divorce permanent.
Who!
Are these arrogant ones,
those reared in such cynical ways,
their curriculum brimming with
intellect, yet without
the power to reason,
only the power to perform!
The forked tongue, the worthless hand shake
at Christmas time, the insincere
parody that floats across the
pay table.
Many years
I have given myself
to this crap, and here are
these bastards, having us
all feel grateful, for the
“Privilege
of
employment.”
© Harry J Horsman 1993
two hearts enraptured in love exchange vows
star eyes can’t see pass the day
hope indwells lovers’ hearts
ceremonious feast and dance ensues
two souls united in flesh
wedding celebration
~*~
For Dr. Ram's "Wedding is One Special Event in Marriage"
Hot December with excitement in the air.
Parties, new dresses and meals; a treat so fair!
Most special is my last born’s birthday.
Minute monitoring of decoration’s detail
And fussing over final dressing of cocktail.
Majestic table stands with a centerpiece;
Tempting cake covered with colorful candy.
Girl of the day, all blushed, stands proudly!
Mobiles click amidst hilarious comments,
Candles blowing and ceremonious cutting of cake;
A start to the feast, while aside waits sizzling steak!
Champagne flows bubbling in slim glasses;
Toast to a radiant girl; happiness in transience.
A shriek! Suffices to break party’s ambience.
Daughter stares, transfixed in action, at her coupe;
Giant cockroach perched on the rim, about to whoop!
Wings flutter; lo! Her glass flows to land on a head.
Others duck, and screams overcome music soft.
Commonsense dawns, husband searches, ready to boff
While I rushed to turn tablecloth over delicacies.
It has to be killed; a task demanding efficacies.
Yuck! It lands on the white linen, unsure, ….what a dread!
Husband holds cushion, on the point to have it smashed
When a brave one grabs it; in the toilet, it goes flushed!
25/02/17
Contest 'An Unwanted Guest' by Shadow Hamilton
Judged 4/03/17 - placed 7 out of 10
The Symbol Of Gods
When we think of God we think of religion, yes God is the one omnipotent.
There are others that see things a litttle different: the American Indians
Know god as a powerful totem and errect totem poles as ceremonious gods.
They are unaware that their gods are not the real God that gave life to us.
Then there is the Buddist people who worship their god Buddah, and they
Bow down to this god as it is so real to them. We also have the Egyptian
Culture in which people worshipped the Sun as their god, seeing it's
Powerful rays of light shining in the heavens. But not all gods are of a
Religious nature: There is another god that seems to have amazing powers -
The god of money. Yes, the rich people look on this god as a god of substance,
Wealth and real power; it can make men very powerful or it has the
Ability to destroy them. Money is without a doubt the root of all evil.
We all need it to survive in this world, but we should never treat it as a god,
Because doing so is a terrible sin, and in the end the real God would
Somehow punish you for worshipping this god of evil - money.
I smelled rebirth as the petrichor emanated
from the ground, carpeted by grass
across the field. Termite mounds sharply rose
from the ground like tiny watchtowers,
waiting for the long, awaited rains to come.
Some birds sang tunes prophesying the coming
of the long, awaited rains, with only scattered clouds
as a sign of a slim-chance downpour.
Trees were still green, probably anticipating
the new life that would seep right into them.
Fish in the river sometimes poked their sharp
noses out of the waters' skin,
curious to feel how it felt like when a raindrop
hit them, after the skies cracked open.
My grandfather always told me the gods
emerged from the sun, in a ceremonious fashion,
to crack the clouds open to release rain. A long
time I gazed at the sun, waiting for someone
or something to come out of it....
Dawn hurls
Magic aura;
Song birds sing
~~~~~~~~~
Cheery sunrise
Poetry of light;
Ceremonious new day
~~~~~~~~~
Awakening
Dreamy lines linger;
Unremembered glimpses
~~~~~~~~~
Brisk walk seeking
Wet market food supplies;
Fresh vegetables greet
~~~~~~~~~
Busy food court
Crowded queues;
Hunger strikes a pose
~~~~~~~~~
Early morning queue
Banking transactions;
Money on the move
~~~~~~~~~
Friendly fruit vendor
Skins three pineapples;
Durians? Very nice!
~~~~~~~~~
Night market stalls
All sorts of stuff;
Even used books for sale
~~~~~~~~~
My wife cooks
Family meal happiness;
Home-styled 3-Michelin Stars!
~~~~~~~~~
Our Prime Minister
Gives a hearty Rally Speech;
Beaming smiles like poetry
~~~~~~~~~
Bay front shoppes
Luxury goods sparkle;
Nice can be a vice
~~~~~~~~~
Too little too late
Now gone with the wind;
Regrets accumulate
~~~~~~~~~
Listen now
Your heart speaks;
Stormy revelations
~~~~~~~~~
Images flash
Ideas and insights;
Picture portraits swirl
~~~~~~~~~
Late to bed
Early to rise;
Prize of the wise!
~~~~~~~~~
Morning rain
Wind chanting secrets;
Nondescript verbiage
~~~~~~~~~
Hibiscus flowers
Pink, red, yellow, orange;
Spectrums of hot weather
~~~~~~~~~
Plumeria ventures
Blooming in the sun;
August transfiguration
~~~~~~~~~
Stash of cash
Money for a rainy day;
Smile on my face
~~~~~~~~~
Words stream surge
Seeking a nuance;
Fragments and moments
~~~~~~~~~
So much to do
So little time;
Let's enjoy the breeze
~~~~~~~~~
Bus-stop heat wave
Pouring sweat ooze;
Humid and hot afternoon
~~~~~~~~~
Oriental beauty
Pretty and sexy;
Beer hostess serving
~~~~~~~~~
Electrons busy
Word craft attends;
Wet rain on concrete
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
20 August 2014
Singapore
THE RISE, THE FALL, ARISE
One moment I am among the stars
Looking down to them as they work and walk the earth
Nothing compare to my lengthy altitude
I am high, I am tight, and I am composed
How I came up here, a dark secret
That I wish to remain here, a white truth
How I intend to hold on, a red challenge, as
Everyone down there blink in my direction
The rise was long and tiresome
So I realized on first arrival
The arrival was sweet and ceremonious
Satisfaction after exhausting action
Up here, I have stayed long, so long
Wondering how long I could remain
Like an island, I venture in isolation
How I wish time could freeze as now
As it so happen, I might slip, slip and fall
Fall I might, and land among the rocks
No doubt, the fall will be bitter and scandalous
Shame and pity will litter upon me
I will be low I will be loose I will be shapeless
Nothing will then compare to my lassitude
They would curiously blink down in my direction, as
I would then look up to them for a lift
Their utterances, I know by heart already
Their actions I have already noticed
Their gossip will not be soft enough
In their conference, my name will top the agenda
A pity they know not
A quitter I am not
Don’t they reminisce?
I know the way, back up THERE!
By: Ihanovandu
(Copyright reserved)
I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write"
With lantern light weary I write this morbid night
The moon above the meadows move in gloomy mist
With pen in hand, hermit a man and death amidst
Oh shall I walk the aisles of graves and hundred names
With flowers full of life financed on furnished frames
Below the wind and warmth of night do whispers woe
In fear I'm not for I care take of those below
For I have seen many a man and woman cry
And I have seen many a man and woman lie
Distilled in death with only breath of the beloved
Mourning above...mornings above heavenly loved
But something is a happening around the night
If not a dream how dost darkness so quicketh light
How frogs appear around lilies that left the fog
Where branches dance with trees beyond their childrens log
As ponds appear upon plateau of grave and sand
And stars above nomadic night come down to land
And voices of the birds play like a violin
And whispers of the wind hum like a hundred men!
It is at this moment that wings appeared to be
Uplifted from the back of her in front of me
Dear Angel, ye are he that spoketh write of thee
But in the nude in front of me am I to flee?
With hair in waves and arms extended out to see
Appeared to me...appeared to be...a flame of sea
That swept the cemeteries floor with torch and fire
And all in death consumeth life 'twas her aspire
A paradise on earth and wedding full of life
As they I have buried myself were full of light!
Women and men and children spread
A graduation of the dead
Ceremonious gift of beings
Thy conquered death, thy wearest wings!
Forth in her hands were flowers of a thousand-fold
And when she walked her footsteps formed a flood of gold
With every step a flower from her drew to ground
In mystic motion as she moved her wings would sound
Just like a brush of wind, angelic crystal wings
Face of fertility that wore a crown of rings
Unselfish all in all with fingernails of fire
Did pierce my heart into my soul a strong desire
To learn to love and love to live and live to give
Yes even in the dire darkness something lives
Believe me not and no one shall when I doth tell
The timid night I heard an Angel's voice exhale
Oh Angel it is thy that is in sacred stone
That came to me in flesh and now thy flesh is gone
Johnny Sumler
June 17, 2011
Angels In Cemeteries