Best Comprises Poems
Joy is in living life, which like a buffet,
is filled with tasty morsels for us to try each day.
Yes, Joy is in trying every sweet delight
tempting to the senses: touch, taste, sound, smell and sight.
Joy, though it comprises the basic senses five,
amplifies a sixth sense on which humans thrive.
Joy, when experienced at its very best
touches us inside our soul; that’s when we are blessed.
Joy tasted by the soul we never can ignore
for memories store joy, which lives forevermore!
Joy, most importantly, isn’t just in living.
Sharing it is vital, for joy is in the giving!
July 25, 2022
For the Joy Poetry Contest of Regina McIntosh
Categories:
comprises, joy,
Form:
Couplet
It must be hard
To carry it around
That load of hate
Weighing on your heart
A powder keg
Waiting to explode
Hurting others but
Killing your own soul
You pretend it isn’t there
But now and again it shows
In what you say
In what you write
The sarcasm hidden under the sweet
The hate clothed in happy
And yet….
It’s there
For the discerning to see
It must be hard
To have it eat away at you
And not be able to voice
All those words
That are begging to be heard
Dying to hit the mark
A bull's eye victory
That brings relief
It must be hard
To keep them locked away
For fear of criticism
Of “losing face”
And yet….
They gnaw away at your being
Those sugar coated morsels of hate
For those inferior
Made of fluff
Not substantial
Not up to par
Medicore
Weak
Sniveling
Sappy
Sorry
Excuses of human beings
It must be hard
To be civil
To pretend to be kind
Thinking others are blind
To the real motives behind
Your words…..
Ah…if only you’d realize
The only one hurting
The only one who is weak
Is you
To love takes strength
To forgive takes power
To rejoice with others takes integrity
The finer qualities
To hate is easy
To love near impossible
Hate would dissipate
If you took some time to realize
The person who irks you
Who just rubs you the wrong way
Maybe has been rubbed the wrong way
As a child...
Sexually abused
Struck down by violence
Suffering from...
Emotional abuse
Sexual abuse
Verbal abuse
Physical abuse
Insecurity
Feelings of inferiority
He has hidden baggage too
Behind his false bravado
A heart that is in pain
Much like you
His brokenness plain
His tears in the rain
So no one can see
I know it must be hard
To try to change
To put away hate
But it’s not too late
To look inside
The one you despise
You just might be surprised
To see deep within
And there in his eyes
A reflection of all that comprises
the beauty of YOU!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
comprises, hate, integrity,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
The number of fish species comprises a very long list.
However, one does not need to be an ichthyologist.
Just go to any seafood department at a supermarket.
There are many tasty varieties of fish we can get.
Fish is high in protein which can make us stronger.
It's lower in fat which can help us live longer.
Serve up some fish, and you will have a good meal.
Search the stores where you can get a great deal.
inspired by another member's poem
Categories:
comprises, fish, food,
Form:
Rhyme
Thoughts On Infinity
Infinity comprises that endless empyrean reach of a
True continuous nature far beyond mankind’s ability
To truly comprehend and appreciate the sheer magic
Of the true enchantment and beauty of Almighty God’s
Kingdom of everlasting peace, love, and devotion.
Infinity is beyond all time, space, matter, and destination.
It is bounded by a mystical aura of a true divine cosmic
Perfection created by the heavenly design and intention
Of God Himself as He has made His revelatory overtures
To each of us for our eventual spiritual transformation.
Infinity oft bespeaks stark images of an endless cosmic vortex,
Punctuated by planets, stars, black holes, comets, and star dust;
When it realistically may be more of a perfected state of a true
Self-awareness and an accentuated level of consciousness that
Transcends mankind’s finite level of reality and understanding.
One day when each of us reach the end of our mortal coil on
This Earth, we shall, in turn, make that final storied leap to the
Heavens as our souls begin their cosmic ascension to God’s
Kingdom, and shall arrive at their ultimate state holy bliss into
The embrace and eternal love of Almighty God Himself.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
August 29, 2018 (Quintain)
Categories:
comprises, allegory, god, heaven, imagination,
Form:
Quintain (English)
In an hundred years...
Everything around us will be changed,
And everybody will be dead,
Yet, something will continue...
Will it be, as my radical leftist brother predicts,
The final takedown of Western Civilization?
Will we all rise to pray and face east?
Will we all rise and face nothing but a cup of sustainably-grown coffee?
Will the common people be able to afford coffee?
What will have become of our words, penned
sometimes in ink,
sometimes in blood?
Who will still read us?
Will our great-grandchildren show old, unrotatable, digital photos?
What of those of us who have no children? Will our words survive, even a generation?
Will our poetry be sold, half-price, or clearance?
What footprints will we have left, who built no buildings, saved no lives, ended no tyranny?
Yet, I think we will survive for a generation or two,
For there are always a few who hope to feel something,
To know the grounding reality of shared human experience.
I do not pretend, they will be reading ME,
But, perhaps,
They will be reading US...
That shrinking crowd that comprises the body of
Our words made corporeal,
And one or two of us, they will remember...
I hope for nothing better than a sea,
And quiet waves that bear away once-me...
Categories:
comprises, america, confidence, depression, future,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I see a bird-a cat-a wagon-a squirrel,
A building- a mouse- a good looking girl'
Something different may catch your eye,
As we watch the clouds roll by.
The cloud that stands out from all the rest,
Are those present as the sun sets in the west.
Rimmed with fire in the late day sky.
Slowly we watch the clouds roll by.
Having traveled above them, they seem so small,
Like puffy little cotton balls.
Yeah, we've looked at the clouds from both sides now, both Judy and I.
But we enjoy watching clouds roll by.
Most of what comprises nature's scene,
We can't comprehend with our finite "bean."
Yet, someday, from Heaven, perhaps you and I
Can- from above-watch clouds roll by'
Storm clouds amaze me with their majestic faces,
(As long as I know where a safe place is')
When we get Home we'll see such things from another view,
And we'll know their Creator greatly loves us too.
I'm hoping it may occur real soon,
When I get to see the Son (and the backside of the moon).
But, for now, I'll dream of my mansion on High,
Laying here watching the clouds roll by.
Art Ball (H.S.L.P.
January 19, 2006
Categories:
comprises, faithmay,
Form:
Rhyme
Rain has been plentiful lately, the grass is emerald green,
A beautiful lush carpet, thoughts of a Monet it does evoke,
Four acres of rolling land comprises our country scene,
Our home on the hill is partially hidden, not by Ash or Oak,
It’s really quite simple, our josh darn lawnmower’s broke.
Written by Lee Ramage
For Francine Robert’s contest
“One English Quintain”
Placement: Third
Categories:
comprises, funny, nature,
Form:
Quintain (English)
A good poetry emanates from the heart of the poet, vibrates in its rhythm that resonates in the mind of the reader. The form of poetry has evolved over the years with literary experiments on poetic expressions where the muse weaves tapestry of words. The traditional forms of verse use some kind of rhythmic pattern called meter (meaning ‘measure’ in Greek), a scheme of stressed and unstressed syllables. Each set of such syllables comprises a foot, the building block of meter. The lines of most of English poetry are like garlands that string together the foot, the individual rhythmic unit, the flower. The arrangement of syllables (stressed, unstressed) in these units in lines of a poem may vary, deciding its meter, such as, Iamb (a stressed syllable followed by an unstressed syllable), Pyrrhic (2 unstressed syllables), Spondee (2 stressed syllables), Trochee (a stressed syllable followed by an unstressed syllable), Anapest (2 unstressed syllables followed by a stressed syllable), and Dactyl (a stressed syllable followed by 2 unstressed syllables). The length of the line is controlled by the number of feet, giving the metric pattern to the poem, such as, monometer (1 foot), dimeter (2 feet), trimeter (3 feet), tetrameter (4 feet), pentameter (5 feet), hexameter (6 feet) etc. In this basic pattern the rhythm is how the words flow with the meter. Rhythm can be created by repetition of words that flow in metric pattern or by breaking up the flow with longer or shorter lines. A poem is indeed like a river that flows with words in lines rippling in rhythmic pattern.
In the mountains cascades the brook in glee,
water of the foothill river is free,
the feet of banks dancing ripples embrace,
the rhythm of flow wraps the river in grace.
Ripples may come, ripples may go, it flows
to the ocean, placid ocean it goes.
July 19, 2018
(The poem is set in iambic pentameter with rhythmic repetition of words in the last two lines.)
Categories:
comprises, poems, poetry, river, simile,
Form:
Free verse
Santa paid you a visit
Asking your wish not licit
Wishes come true in surprises
Dream simple, present comes double
Dream more, gifts granted like bubble
Dreams in cloud nine, waft in grubble
Riding on Santa's sleigh of comprises
Categories:
comprises, dream, giving, humor, prayer,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
Vacation in Manhattan
Thought I was going to be bored when we
Were told we were going to see
A panel hinged shutter
My speech was beginning to stutter
Jan van Eyck’s nude art I see
12/28/2015
The Ghent Altarpiece by Jan van Eyck is a very large and complex early 15th-century Early Flemish polyptych panel painting. The altarpiece comprises 12 panels, eight of which are hinged shutters
Artists: Hubert van Eyck, Jan van Eyck
Period: Northern Renaissance
Dimensions: 11' 6? x 15' 1?
Categories:
comprises, art,
Form:
Limerick
Like the Vikings who left us this word – ‘berserk’
some of us may have shown it through human reaction,
where we go berserk against disproportionate behaviors
such anger or infuriation that defines the immediate actions.
It’s still very human to act in this way with sudden eruption,
when inner anger overrules and makes us manifest towards others;
a strong element that fuels harsh words and outrage within,
oh, what a state of mind! so capable to influence us in many ways.
But Jesus Christ’s experience when confronted with torture,
suffering, crucifixion and eventually death in his heroic way;
his courage and humility which are worth mentioning here.
truly, a sublime reaction against those pains and persecutions.
He becomes human who copes with greater risks and pains,
identified not as a historical Jesus of natural stoicism;
with his real grasp of what his destiny may entail along the process,
his only response – to embrace the cross which means so much for us.
On Good Friday reminds us of his passion and crucifixion,
being betrayed, denied and left alone in humiliation;
in darkness and dread, in sorrow and bereavement,
he remains true to his mission and love for all the people.
His lonely agony in the garden of Gethsemane,
touches us so profoundly as he awaits for his destiny;
here is his obedience to the Father whom he prays to,
one with him, distinct in person, one in the Trinity.
Courage or bravery is worth remembering here,
it’s born out of a vision that comprises his self-giving;
that knows no fear but is moved with deep reflection,
all for otherness, all for humanity, all because of his love for people.
In today’s world where we’re constantly tempted with selfishness,
self-centeredness or obsession for power, money and prestige;
Christ’s journey with his disciples makes us reflect what it means,
to be a disciple is to be willing to sacrifice for the sake of others.
Categories:
comprises, faith, history, hope, imagination,
Form:
Narrative
Deep inside a tormented soul, where suicidal thoughts give birth;
Where the cost of what it takes to live hardly seems to be what it is worth;
Deep in the abyss of forgotten dreams and of a wasted, forsaken life,
Is faintly heard, the angel’s word, uttered in whispers of light.
In the darkness of despair; in the shadows of lost hope;
In the emptiness out there – at the end of one’s rope;
In the moment of willingness to abandon the good fight;
The angel’s song, starts growing strong, echoing whispers of light.
The stairway back to spiritual health often comprises many flights;
But, to help us go, we might first know, the angel’s whispers of light.
by Joe Flach, written and posted 2/17/14 for Gail Doyle's "Whispers of Light" contest.
Categories:
comprises, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Without further ado
i offer my literary missives anew
fur ye to ponder and brew
from meister mwm of his motley crue,
whom dwells in a nada very complex edifice
which numb burr oof offspring equals deux
whereby this spouse i.e me kind of resembles an emu
whence money a edified reader considers
dis goy wit sum brain cells 2 few
chomped on by an carnivorous elder gnu
and said two female progeny sired
from one ova plus super seminal glue
swimming swiftly via viscous hue
genetic heritage comprised predominantly Jew
with one late uncle lou
who himself a milch cow and frequently did moo
which found me to rue
what comprises reality to be true
that all humans originated from the primate zoo.
*****Sapiens Sale hums lot
witnessed vicious thermal winds that blew
thick mass of cremated ashes
across rubble strewn,
and severely cratered landscape!
The devil made mince meat
as like one huge lumbering ogre
and grim reaper
rolled up into one
not so jolly green giant did slay
good will to all men,
and spat out pox with an emphatic nay
triumphing over godly salvation
using eponymous accursed pitchfork
made merry and rolled in the hay
simultaneously sneering out in delight
at wanton death and decay
whereby civilization forever mutilated
perforated said spindled
and inappropriately sensually fondled
world wide web structure
where once proud arm strong spikes radiated
now sundered in total chaotic disarray!
Categories:
comprises, analogy, creation, deep, farewell,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
A TRISTICH TRIO
an unexpected guest arrives,
the daily routine is upset-
cancer leaves its calling card
........
tears begin to fall.
emotion becomes a flood-
a cataract of regret flows
.......
a realisation dawns,
fleeting thoughts crystallize-
as 'as is' moment of hope is born
TRISTICH IS A PARALLEL VERSE(Inspired by Hebrew Biblical parallels) it comprises L1 theme L2 ECHO of theme L3 Punchline/observation
You may hear tristich me recite this and more of my PS poetry on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
Read over 250 more of my short forms @strand poet on twitter
Categories:
comprises, cancer, emotions, poetry,
Form:
Tristich
scream of awareness
like factor fifty lotion
a screen of cognizance
shields emotions in
rational thoughts
perceptions
illusions
mere grasps of appreciation
slice through an underworld
of dreams wishes misunderstanding
the past reeks through
misrepresents disallows
creates a narrative of survival
in the here and now
which harbours goalposts
dead ends aberrations diversions
if the road is wide enough
there is a place for turning around
at the cul de sac
listening to stepping stones
and trivia which overcome
the need to take and live life so seriously
we engage with life every day
die only once
fully aware or not
what the journey entails
if I can grasp a twiglet of truths
to keep shape or brake
in the full knowledge
that few things matter
passion and fire
can be rekindled
which only comprises
kindness and love
16th May 2023
Categories:
comprises, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse