Best Christens Poems
Effervescent laughter blows over vales
then falls soft to glaze new blooms posed genteel.
Gracious stems lift smiles to foamed skies surreal,
riding on sunrays of shimmery sails.
Splendid dreams bubble up from blossoms bright,
a sparkling scene as petals parade ‘round.
Cushioned on spring breeze, love waits to be found;
warm thoughts of you fly then burst in midflight.
Light bubbles join hands to soar through puffed clouds
winking at flowers in latest spring styles.
Their joy christens lands once silent for miles;
orbs popping with flair in breath’s blooming shrouds.
Laughter lifts skyward, an aerated tale,
of bubbles blown high above blooming vale.
3/25/15 for Olive's Blossoms and Bubbles Contest
I, a salty scarecrow, roam the shoreline
The moon melts soft like butter on the reach
Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
While dropping clams to split upon the beach
The moon melts soft like butter on the reach
Thus drizzling heaven's hem with Hollandaise
While dropping clams to split upon the beach
The giggling gulls high-dive the dawning haze
Thus drizzling heaven's hem with Hollandaise
The bisque horizon christens bright, the morn
The giggling gulls high-dive the dawning haze
Oh such as this, should all good days be born
The bisque horizon christens bright, the morn
Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
Oh such as this, should all good days be born
I, a salty scarecrow ... roam the shoreline.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Seagulls" Poetry Contest, Eve Roper, Judge & Sponsor.
Required line: "Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine"
( Syllables = 10 per line, counted at HowManySyllables.com )
*Inspired by George Dunlop Leslie's painting of the same title
The wizard's slumbering garden
spins magic with ivy thread.
The lure of this mystical web
snares the beauteous girl in red.
He christens this damsel "Scarlet"
for the hue of her crimson gown,
for the tint of her blooming cheeks
that contrast the ashen ground.
The garden robs her rubescence
to fuel the wizard's dark spells,
draining her beauty and vibrance
until Scarlet becomes a mere shell.
But to her, this yard rivals Eden,
teeming with flowers and fruit,
bursting with colour and light,
from tallest tree to deepest root.
But her vision is mere mirage
in a garden half-dying and grim,
in a graveyard of latent runes
that veil this labyrinth of sin.
Here in the wizard's garden,
warm breath and cold death collide.
In the guise of a noble pardon,
Scarlet becomes his blind bride.
For Isaiah's "George Dunlop Leslie" contest
Here is a link to the painting: http://www.victorianweb.org/painting/misc/leslie1.html
Heavens orange sphere
Sneaks over the horizon
Christens a new dawn
11/16/2011
I love her limpid, clear blue-eyes
and her long, yellow tresses;
wise, and with grace that never dies
or wavers, she blesses.
Behind those intelligent eyes,
she ponders, thinks, and listens;
as I surmise, she feels the rise
of saintliness that christens.
With golden tresses dressed in waves,
spooled, and weaved in sage;
she braves the loathing that enslaves,
assuaging enmity's rage.
Shrewd, wise, and just, she's tolerant,
patient, kind, and compassionate;
and eschews man's Pride, the giant
of deadly sins that's intemperate.
But her existence's all but undone,
for she's more abstract than real:—
that she's only fiction I bemoan,
for she's “la femme idéale.”
The cross is a symbol
of abject suffering
and base brutality,
lacking humanity.
Jesus nailed to the cross,
is a vile depiction of
cruelty and torture
causing anguish and death.
I find it curious
that Christens would select
such a gruesome image
to symbolize God's love.
How many innocent
souls have died on the cross
in the name of Jesus,
by so-called popes and priests?
A crucified figure
hanging in agony,
in no way represents
a caring, loving God.
Through His own testament,
Jesus was born a Jew,
and He prayed to Yahweh,
His one and only God.
Although a great healer
and a Jewish Rabbi,
history sees a man
and sadly, so do I.
(Quatrain)
11/4/2017
Pulsating honor doth corroded hearts impound
A blustery breeze echoes cries from each, preceding battleground
A recurring, eager parade of reporters, gawkers freely roam distant mound
Below, fatigued, tidy mass of steeled infantry; to death's throes bound
Neighing horses conditioned to mayhem the pageantry doth confound
On opposite ridges, mounted turrets prepared hell's fury to expound
On signal, a synchronized, concussive chorus doth its dark melody propound
Scraps of metal shards initiate; commencing another, toilsome round
After lengthy barrage, wits collected a more lethal volley to stound
Familiar, urgent order to charge christens hallowed ground
With youthful ardor a wide-eyed bugler doth the bridled expanse unbound
Shrieking rancor from recoiling rifles; a familiar anthem doth resound
Recurring cacophonous medley, weathered nerves drowned
Once more, a mass of flesh surges into the abyss with mortal hopes crowned
Anon, shattered limbs; gory wounds misery's cache compound
The maze is
Inside.
Navigation here is like trying
To take a dump
After having too much
White rice.
You get further in
Only to pique
Frustrated
In cramps,
Un-amused.
Perhaps… after the cramps…
You find braces
A gawky smile,
Tightened pants,
A cisgender boy
Pinning your arms down.
Confusion.
You want it but you don’t.
You don’t want the label of “****.”
But you do want the experience.
He christens your lips with
saliva and old-tomato juice.
Unpleasant.
What’s more unpleasant are
His rough sausage hands.
Daggers for nails!
He tries to go in.
He fails.
“Maybe another day,” you exclaim.
Now he is but a ghost,
In the maze.
Years pass:
Minutes stretch.
Moments emanate nausea
And lack subtlety.
The second wind in the maze,
you begin to question.
Am I bi?
Am I gay?
Am I trans?
Am I neither…
Am I some…
Am I either…or?
You can’t think!
Temptations rattle
As beauties thrust themselves
In your direction
They say words
That act like Sirens.
Then,
Like sirens,
Your maze develops scars.
Scars turn to cancer.
Cancer turns to death.
A part of your maze
Is cursed.
Now you sit,
Inward.
Questioning,
Angry,
Wishing you hadn’t
said certain things.
Because those things
Have castrated your soul
Into something you wish you did not know.
“Gaslight.”
why my father have you not prepared a table in front of my enemies or have you and I have not seen it.I am not a king in this life but yet a vessel for the devices of evil spoken of in pslams!the days and the nights pass oh so slowly as my shame mounts for the ones I've decreased!I have mastered the demons and know the language that no man can desiffer!the evil doers think my wage of sin is controlled by them but they are wrong and I stand ready for life or death!so many days go by and I long too see the spirits you sent me one of my dearest gifts!my soul can not be contaminated but my mind and body is polluted!I am your magician and work your magic father yahwah!It is my destiney too stop satan from destroying the minds of all christens before they can be saved!Forgive them for the devices of technology and the witchery are strong!i strive too teach your nonperfect saints but fear many don't understand how strong satans minions are!remember father I fight this battle and you protect what I love.lord they cast lots on my head and pray too you for my death.Is it so long I must wait on sweet death to greet me so finely I can see my selah!you have shown me many things in which no man can call fake father!i go into my closet too talk too you but the demons overrun me!I know your sinning saints are destroying the people who take free thinking and the more they destroy the more the faithful will not fall too perversion butknow the lord and resist the mark of mankind and be lead too salvation!may the people who I train be able too protect many and may many come!I pray for the ones I leave behind!they must be strong and know god has wiped all good from the face of the earth and demons run rampid.I envoke angels on the righteous and demons on the wicked hoping evil shows itself too the unexpecting.I am thine warrior and scribe but lazy as I am in this life I pray a better man will stand and learn and protect the beleivers in this end times!
Sacral veil that shrouds bright hopes, dark fears
Screening altar that christens so deep a bond
Scrolled with the innocence of carefree years
Sacrificial shutter signifying all self-serving interests will abscond
Separating from the corporeal ties that correspond
Shade shielding truant desires from the dawning light
Mantle that merges burgeoning stems into fertile frond
Curtain hiding fawning beauty; maiden's honor not to spite
Mysterious tapestry woven to purposely slight, then seemlessly delight
Universal symbol sanctioning fealty, consecrating fidelity
Satin awning whose placid eaves opprobrium doth disquiet
Temporal cloth lifted; two souls span the bridge to immortality
Ceremonial threads relegated to the scrapbook of blanching time
Cherished patent that spawned a new love in it's prime
In the sunken hollow a gray mass
addles
A silhouette of swaying muskets
shadows
Braying horses the silent vigil
rattles
A curdling breeze across feted
expanse prattles
The stilled pageant concludes with
the order, "charge"
From sheltering tree line, a
disheveled mass doth barge
A shrieking, cacophonous chorus
christens the onslaught
Menacing octave wafts;
Union, tidal waves to
distraught
Popcorn pops!
The bag swells with golden steam. I stop
the microwave to top off papa's favorite bowl.
Salt christens the glistening treat
and I retreat into the family room twilight
as papa pushes play.
2019, F 21
encapsulate an emotion contest, sponsored by nina parmenter
god has me continuously help thee you must be special too he that has so many spirits in the sky did you know we could die!a special gift god tell me I have as he begs me too help you his love seeps though!jason I know who you tell me you are as my heart god does scar.will I ever see the one you loved so or in another life will I have too rain too see this man Jason I know is supposely his name.how many times has he truly saved me or is it your angels I can't see!god he has too prepare them for what is too come he is your smoking gun.let him kill every man that destroy your will before revalations gets here!now Jason save these christens for me even though you they will never see for your gods helping hand truely I consider you a friend for saving American Christians minds all through your life sorry about the pain and stiff in your military career.
Development laps at emaciated canvas
Exponential images whisper a thousand words
Chemical dip shifts generic into candid
Graphic effigy given vigour by a brief submerge
Slippery minutes expand sqare memoir
Retrieved from squalid pool, jumped illustrious
Pregnant with wisdom from an embalm
Faith puts detail on paper basic miscellaneous
Source of light firms fine composition
Blankness bask enables solid ice to effervesce
Supernatural Spirit delivered christens
Fermented parchment finds miracles manifest
15th February
Philosophic Rearrangement
Harvest moon christens autumn's
regal jubilee
But festive soul pants for June's,
Rose moon matinee
Autumn's leaves sparkle with newly
minted sleeves
Yet my mellowed heart for
summer's jade cloak grieves
Bold colors tinge forest canvas
with newly painted eaves
But my insatiable eyes for the
silted, summer meadow seethes
Autumn's mountain orchards with
crisp, tart apple scents tease
Still my truant nostrils long July's,
blackberry aroma to breathe
Swirling autumn winds through
trees a blithe melody wheeze
But muffled ears strain to hear
soothing rhythms of a summer
breeze
My footsteps trod over the quilted
carpet of autumn's fallen leaves
Yet tingling feet long summer's
soft, clover strands soles to fleece