Best Complies Poems
In dizzying rounds rain goes up and down;
see the heat of the day steamroll the lawn.
Mist ascends; then back again, dew rebounds;
to bathe the leaves, kiss the breeze, rain fawns.
A lawn moss green down by the stream at dawn
is frosted with a sprite haze of frail fog.
Born of goosebump nights are damp morns,
where water falls translucent in the bog.
With a sizzling sound the rain dropped adorns
the lilies in the bog on rheumy morns.
On mountains high the rain falls white disguised
as snow; sun turns snow to ice, down it goes.
In dizzy rounds rain pounds, the sun complies
and all this a high power has composed.
Water disguised is a gift that God's composed.
In ghostly dreams the horse will come
And feed on my forbidden cereal
Meant for my recalcitrant healing
That filly came a-prancing stealing
O shrouded mare so misted white
Thou bleakest horse ,this blackest night
Untethered and untied
Noble creature -"NOT"- I cried
A pallid stare through tousled mane
Treads the core of my hidden pain
So obvious now for all to see
My fear complies to jellyfied fragility
Hope drifts lost in catatonic misery
As does my scream in muted agony
Nostrils flared in malarial trembling
Gasps aloud from injurious dreaming
Departing tail of comets flight
Leaves me such a prophetic sight
Cunning seducer
Your presence beguiles
I taste your fever
My body complies
Good intentions die
Dare not touch me
For I shall fall
Where angels fly
And hell is nigh
Oh to taste
Faulted grace
Tempt me not
Too late
My fate
Flawed
Sleep.. indigo’s eyes, night loving allies,
Sol’s flare is stars' disguise dawn till dusk’s reprise,
peach awe-inspired skies effuse juice sunrise,
east, grapefruit pink lies - lemon slice rhapsodize.
Pastel wash replies to Zephyrus sighs,
morning glory highs yield to afternoon’s surprise..
wings golden butterfly's, squires sun clockwise,
ruddy west implies cocktail hour’s devise,
sunlight’s demise creeps in blueberry dyes,
plum, mango fraternize as prim-rose chastise.
Sunset complies sending signal-light fireflies,
Wake! indigo’s eyes, night loving allies,
tantalize poets to romanticize.
Susan Ashley
August 17, 2017
~ First Place ~
Contest: Your Best Monorhyme
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Rhymes checked at (RY) rhymer.com
a praying mantis
on knees busy revering
me so bewildered
if this small mortal complies
why humans are ungracious
The day has come, a smiling sun shines through bold bars, across the room to the door, ajar, projecting the bars on the door as if it is definitely and eternally closed to go out or come in.
The swirling, smiling haze of the past few days is slowly lifting. The rectangle of the open door has an attractive oblong shape the form of a mouth, telling me I am welcome to enter it - or is it leave? -
The bed has a mind of its own, it owns me, it thinks.... When I try to lift my arm, the bed stops me, stalling me, suspending my arm mid-air, by encircling my bony wrist, encompassing it with an iron grip. My peaceful plea, brought with ever so supportive but strong words that I cannot repeat here, has no result. The opposite is true, it does a sincere attempt to keep me there forever. Turning me into a spreadeagled, reluctant, foul-mouthed lover.
The door decides enough is enough. It squeaks, squirms and squeals, uttering a single, long lived OOOOOOOOoooooooooooo in a deafening ear-shattering pitch....
And in they run, the men in white, with their syringes and multi-coloured pills.
They beam benevolently at me, and then show the bed its rightful place: it's a bed, not a guard!
And shamefully it complies, clips open its claws, groans as I sit upright
Finally, the day begins!
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May 4, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Nothing is more intimate than the eyes
To pursue love in the depth of round orbs
Then descend as invitation complies
To find a softer realm love can absorb
The truest distance is measured between
When our eyes warmly meet in their silence
As honored guests ushered when eyes convene
With due respect and sense of compliance
Aware of love's status with eyes open
A welcomed gesture we gave without fear
We'll enter with a sense of wealth again
And find truth is held worthy to revere
When eyes answer with sensual replies
Nothing is more intimate that abides
8/30/14
Confronting betrayal midst guilt admission
my soul accepts God’s instruction*
never redefining it based on my notion...
I'm warned of such wrong commotion
that can lead to my destruction---
Such gives my spirit peaceful jubilation!
Battling against conscience when holiness does shine
my soul succumbs to God’s design
stopping to pursue after my selfish dream sign...
I should consider that I can't resign
from the tasks to me He did assign---
Such propels my faith toward victory-ensign!
Facing consequence of disobedience when I'm incorrect
my soul is resolved not to neglect God’s project
and not to insist on my own prospect...
I take heed that I don't reject
His best for me in every aspect---
Such enables my servanthood of grand respect!
Overcoming carnal nature of slothfulness as His steward
my soul complies to God’s standard
while yielded to His strength for trust to soar upward...
I acknowledge pride’s pull downward
so I pray for His powerful safeguard---
Such shields my heart from arrogance-hazard!
Confessing total need for the Saviour for revival vigor
my soul worships God along His splendid honor
offering reaching-out deeds out from His loving savor...
I turn against worldly, fleshly ardor
to pursue after heavenly, eternal fervor---
Such frees my will against meaningless endeavor!
*Proverbs 15:33 The fear of the LORD is the instruction of wisdom; and before honour is humility.
April 11, 2018
Edited on April 19, 2022
Rhyme in Didactic form
Featured as one among PS Poems of the week from February 20-26, 2022.
10th place, "Soul Betrayal" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 4/24/2022.
The wood misunderstood the knife, the ax, the scythe
though for centuries it had sheltered man and should not
have misunderstood man's intent.
Wind chimes sublime mime melodies wordless tones
without rhyme noting not the passing of time.
The endless sky buoys the trees leaves on coy up drafts,
wafting orange, gold and green to the cheeks of cumulus white,
enjoying the dichotomy between soft and hard.
Thermal columns deploy destroyed bits of bough.
Seeds of all kinds entwine, caress, combine, they're of one mind;
they procreate by design, wind borne to other climes.
And so, the firmament complies for known reasons
not to be undone each season, each tree, a beason from on high
reseeding forests from the ax's treason; gifting the breath
on which all life relies.
Maple, oak, ash, pine, spruce and even palm, their numbers
whittled by man's metal, leaving homeless little creatures
trapped between man in the middle of a serious decline.
Even man's life is belittled for greed rules.
The smaller things those on wings are routed out on
wind and tide. Burnt sprouts crisp without, caused by drought
there's little doubt about their demise.
The beauty of a bumble bee, a ladybug, a seed blown on
an autumn breeze, they matter. The natural world man's torn
and tattered leaving empty nights without the chatter of the frog
and cicada. The owls they've scattered, their prey feed on poisonous scree.
Soon only waves of mindless prater will fill the wind come from the sea.
Forewarned by Prime now's the time to shift our focus to what's sublime
labeling pollution as a crime. Let man heal the clime
repay his greed with natures green.
So disengage decrease your horde, live a simpler life, be sage.
The earth breathes, in wood, wind, water, and metal now fire
burns the stage, the elements are God's gauge.
Damp this all to human rage.
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wood
sublime
rhyme
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time
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mind
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season
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metal
little
belittle
riddle
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doubt
routed
sprout
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The Lord God Almighty says "Believe On Me"! The small child "Complies",and says to him or herself: The Lord God Almighty "Created Me"! The small child finds a way to "Eternal,Everlasting,love and life with or without having a husband or wife by believing on "The Lord God Almighty who is "The Creator and giver of "All Life"!The "Lord God Almighty's name is simple and plain,and ther is no "GOD" beside "The Lord God Almighty":no matter what their name!The "Lord God Almighty's "Holy Name is in "The Holy Bible"!The child who complied to "The Lord God Almighty's "Holy Request" did it and obeyed his or her in born "Spirit of Desearnment" in an instant! The "Creator " who is "The Lord God Almighty created that "Spirit" of descernment in the child who came to "God"at his or her creator's request to pass the test as a "CHILD"!The word of God had already been written in their hearts,and their minds at the beginning of their time.....Body,Spirit,Heart,Soul and Mind at the beginning of their "TIME"!That is fine! God "Created Love". Some say "God Is Love",and that is "Not Right"because tha would make "The Lord god Almighty""Finite"!The Lord God Almighty is "THAT"which "Created"That which is "Finite and Infinite",Terrestrial,and Celestial! The Lord God Almighty is "ONE GOD"and The only soveriegn GOD!Comply and never die,and "The Lord God Almighty is the reason why!Why die for not showing the things that are of GOD? The things that are of "GOD" are and is empathy,compassion,kindness,concern,love,the spirit of desearnment,that can exist in the child,and adult who decided to comply,and let actions speak louder than any words that have ever been heard! The love that the mother and father gave me and you is the love that came out from "The Father God" who is sincere and true! The Lord God Almighty created that which is "Animate and Inanimate"too! There is a "Terrestrial and Celestial" in "Heaven and in Hell,and in the entire universe,and in the unknown,and known,in "The Black wholes of "Outter Space"as "The Lord God Almighty"look upon his infinite "Creations" to take and have control of any situation,and any nation!The Lord God Almighty is "The Creator"of "All Creation"!
Ogden Nash once penned us
On our social status
Thus: "Men don't make passes
At girls who wear glasses."
But picture his surprise
Should he suddenly arise;
How much it would astound,
So much now's turned around?
It sure would give him pause,
What fires men today; 'cause
Now they aim their passes
At girls with big asses!
Forget glasses! No girl
Gives men any quarrel
Because of that old vex:
Refractory index.
Today, no ifs or buts,
Her big rear end is what's
All their lust's focused on.
Somehow, though, it must dawn
On her, also, to infer;
Maybe he delights her.
Whatever...some 'ass' is
Sure to gaze through her glasses
In hopes to reach her heart
Before her butt end part.
He'll stare into her eyes
And pray that she complies.
Must Ogden Nash today
Revise his saw to say
That, "Men don't make passes
At girls with small asses?"
We, the lolling masses,
Must view all these asses.
We shake our heads and muse,
What's our next sex abuse?
Display,
crave,
cARRAAAAAAAAAAAANK,
demaize...
Dice,
spice!
Cries,
collides...
Finds.
Focused.
Pines...
Complies-
A-mind-
A-size!
Rice's,
rotates,
be tie.
Locate,
advise,
add tries.
Can one be foolish for so long
To have let themselves honestly believe
This is satisfying solitude that
Keeps one blinded by hidden feelings.
The leap we take for chance of life
Fulfilling our private desired futures
Sometimes unexpected twists of faith
Are clouding our most yearnful pleasures.
How does one know the difference?
If we do nothing then at least we know
Today consists of our memories of the past
Tomorrow are our dreams of unknowing hope.
Is it possible to be really content
Living in such silent days of carpe diem?
Do you wonder what am I supposed to feel?
Still time goes on...tick tock...tick tock.
Can the rambling words of one soul
Be so compelling to make that difference?
Does anyone understand or even care about
The struggles that exhausts your brain?
Your thoughts are a chance of a choice
That you can either hinder or snuff
No one can prowl their way in unless
Your mind allows the intrusion of invaders.
Now we ask ourselves if we are prepared
We ponder if all else complies dutifully
Be ready to leap into the motions of life
Hesitant...my foolish future.
The windmill wheel
Goes slowly 'round
The breeze complies
Without a sound
Then there are times
It spins to fast
When hit with
An uncontroled blast.
Be it hot
Or be it cold
The little wheel
Will go and go.
January 3 Scripture Meditations Based on Genesis 6-8
Key Verse - Genesis 6:8 But Noah found grace in the eyes of the LORD.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME TO FIND GRACE IN YOUR EYES
To find grace in Your eyes, Lord, is a blessing
Despite my carnality of sinfulness’ cursing
Praise be to You for salvation-bracing
Making me Your child with eternal life possessing.
To find grace in Your eyes, Lord, is a privilege
Despite my flesh-strivings of pride’s knowledge
Praise be to You for righteousness-imputation I acknowledge
Making me Your saint with new creation toward heavenly mileage.
To find grace in Your eyes, Lord, is a time of gladness
Despite my selfishness hiding in hypocrisy’s brightness
Praise be to You for Your mercy and forgiveness
Making me Your convert toward transformation along holiness.
To find grace in Your eyes, Lord, is a sure victory
Despite my vain cravings and worldly thoughts’ flurry
Praise be to You for Your sanctification-glory
Making me Your follower who walks with You, proclaiming Your story.
To find grace in Your eyes, Lord, is a proof of Your approval
Despite my failures attributed to enemies hindering my survival
Praise be to You for Your power causing my prayer-filled revival
Making me Your will-abider shut in Your prevailing love-festival.
To find grace in Your eyes, Lord, is a service-motivation
Despite my unfaithfulness brought by fleshly corruption
Praise be to You for Your steadfast compassion
Making me Your steward who complies to Your instruction.
To find grace in Your eyes, Lord, is a desire of my heart
Despite my zeal assuaged, abated and restrained by iniquity’s dart
Praise be to You for wisdom propelling my being from the start
Making me Your worshiper offering sacrifice with sweet savoured part.
January 3, 2022