Best Concept Poems
“O commercialized corporate franchise”
Thou that holds illusions in selling lies
Max out your credit cards
Lenders be holder’s lords
Forfeiting all bank notes as owner cries
“O commercialized corporate franchise”
My babies wonder about Christmas guys
My babies’ futures be scared
Must obey corporate lords
“O thou commercialized corporate lies”
Just commercialized greedy Xmas rush
Souls like zombies of the corporate thrust
The X of the Christ
O Love’s sacrifice
“In commercialized corporate we trust”
For Commercialized Humor contest
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire
A fabric of thought
A state of the unknown
A woven measurement called time
Alway moving forward toward infinity
No boundries, no mass,no form,
only the ticking of the clock
Or the rising and setting of the sun
or light and darkness
Makes us aware of change
Silently, it moves throughout the universe
Constant, steady, unseen, an unknown entity
A concept calculated by man
A fragment called time.
"Space is beautiful to imagine but deadly to experience. "
by _Constance
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Space- with billions of galaxies and clusters in the universe,
and volumes of mostly emptiness extending in every direction;
the universe has no edge, no end, always growing bigger,
oh, don't get fooled by parallel universe science fiction concepts.
Space is dangerous, humans cannot survive without protection,
there is no air- making it impossible to breathe- lethal;
its cold, freezing humans solid in seconds and there is radiation'
from the sun that will burn you to a crisp in moments.
Only a fine powder will remain to send home to your loved ones,
space living would be in a small enclosed space with no sound;
and isolation- food in packages, totally dependent on technology,
I recall, Sputnik 2, the suicide mission for Laiku the dog, how sad!
Then, there is Albert I, Albert II, Albert III, and Albert 1V,
the monkeys- there are probably more that died in the name of space;
so, for me, I will take my chances on Earth, thank you very much,
and my musings of space will be to admire a beautiful night sky.
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January 15, 2021
Poetry/Verse/My Concept of Space
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1321-255-15
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Musings on Space
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 01/17/2021
Submitted into the contest, Final 2021, N-A Choice 3
sponsor, William Kekaula, Judged 05/07/2021
Reality, wow what a concept
lifes provable facts
those incontrovertible truths
things that stick out and not fall in the cracks
Its subject to interpretation you see
describing the elephant for the blind
this part the leg,
that a tail, this part a trunk!! Divine!
For reality takes an observer
to set itself in the track
if that tree fell in the woods with no one to hear
did it make a sound of a crack?
Without perception it's all contention
if it ever existed at all
and we are all running around with vivid imaginations on ground
till incontrovertible evidence is found
See it, touch it, document away
till the item in question is in decay
or maybe even obliterated away
the observation itself causing the obliteration to stay
And so that was how faith was born
for people to believe in others known truths
we didn't have to experience it first hand
we just had to trust like a youth
And from that comes charlatans
who mangle that truth for cash
and make the world a caricature
and history rewritten despite past
With no firm understanding of what is
or firm understanding of what was
people lose their compass
and look to god above
Reality, wow what a concept. - Artimus (C) 10/11/2023 Susan Manley
A fact is a fact in it’s own fact
while dwelling in it’s own fact
though not necessarily a fact
in the face of the greater fact
but indeed a fact
while in the body of it’s own fact!
A babe is a fact
as a babe in fact
but not an adult
in it’s fact.
Physical and
spiritual growth
are changes in lower facts…
as all change are made
at the level of the lower fact.
Love’s precept in fact
changes lower facts
lower facts, in fact
do not change Love’s fact!
Love in fact…
makes changes in the fact…
of His own body in fact…
taking it’s fact back…
into the greater fact’s sack…
rearranges, makes changes…
in His body’s lower fact.
When is a fact
not a fact?
A concept fact
is not a fact
while in the sack
of precept’s fact
and when apart from,
it’s essence of fact
All concept's facts
are only extensions
of a greater fact
but in fact are facts
while in the body of fact.
Be aware…in the world
some quacks pose as facts
apart from any-body of fact.
as a matter of fact,
they are not within the grace of fact.
While apart from their body in fact,,
the fact is a quack,
needs to be taken back,
into the sack of fact,
the precept equiped,
to redo the flip,
do not let Love slip.
Love's fact
at all levels are precept backed,
the same cannot be said of concept facts,
for sometimes apart from Love's body, they slack!!
"Essences of love are precept backed"
When did the thought of Heaven fill man’s mind?
We know religions, scriptures, faith- desired
to teach that Heaven is a place to find
eternal happiness for those inspired.
But were these lessons that they taught required?
For even without knowledge, some profess,
that our collective stream of consciousness
embeds the thought of Heaven in each soul-
was always part of humans to express
since time began- God’s gift to make us whole.
January 21, 2015
~3rd Place~
Premiere Contest: Rhymed, Metered Poem
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
Judged: 05/08/2017
~1st Place~
Contest: Dizain Me Sponsor:
Dr. Ram Mehta
Judged: 02/03/2015
He was a simple boy
Everyone told him, made fun of him too.
Called him names and laughed at him.
Mean names.
He thought he was low.
Afraid his kindergarten teacher would find out.
She did not know, and neither did his classmates.
He was well-liked, and always wondered why.
He looked down at his feet most of his life,
Studying his shoes, always thinking about how simple he was
And low, and slow, and not smart in any kind of way.
Not because he was, but because his parents were name-callers.
Simplicity of concept
Beautiful and enough
And truth
Is true beauty and enough
I was a baby
I was a boy
Now I am a man
many persons fan
I will be an old man
If I not die giving good bye
I am a son
I am a brother
I am too a lover
I am an uncle
I am a husband
I am a father
I will be a grand father
If I not die giving good bye
I am in relationships
I bear duties and responsibilities
I is an interesting concept of life
When life is coming to an end, my friend,
you learn to treasure this godsend, my friend.
When death has come, you count every second
and every moment you can spend, my friend.
The ruthless death takes all that you hold dear:
your ladylove and your best friend, my friend,
your dog, your money, your unpaid invoices
and, surely, you but let's pretend, my friend,
that death is just a speculative concept
that we have yet to comprehend, my friend.
As the heavenly host feed the flock
there was one among them who believed
that she was unworthy
The beings in God's firmament
adorned themselves in crystalline white flame
Although there was a separation with an alter
which was for different levels of human and god consciousness
nevertheless the flock was feed
The crystalline white flame beings were of service
to disbelievers downtrodden abused and hurt
they were feed various forms of light energy
there was no separation from the heart of God and the flock
One the crystalline white flames was stronger than the other heavenly beings
She called the unworthy woman by her name
The heavenly firmament paused in silence
as the woman walked from the flock and approached Her
The crystalline white flame performed a ritual like dance
for the women and the music of the spheres
danced the dance of creation
The crystalline white flame activated her encoded DNA
in her new temple of Solomon
in Her hands were two white parchments
the first sign being the sacred heart chakra
the second sign a divine mystery
Green and Yellow light
Yellow and Green light
poured from the palms of Her hands
the woman was infused with enlightenment in every cell of her body
everyone watching both the flock and God's firmament
The flock were in awe and talked amongst themselves
and wondered just who was the white being
and then She said in a foreign tongue to the unworthy women
“I give you my Immaculate Concept”
I used 2 think I know what I wanted out of my confused soul/
I want not what I have ,I want what I never had/
I want my time 2 stop, yet it still continues 2 go/
I strive 2 be good but almost always end up in the bad/
Livin in this American Struggle I was once happy, now seems like Im forever sad/
Im a man of values and peace but find myself in corruptness and fights/
In prison I had many dark days and very few bright nights/
No matter how wrong I was I am still 100% right/
Im searchin for inner peace but find myself so self-conflicted/
I want this but rather have that, Im so self-contradicted/
I find my heart fightin lovely thingz my soul so badly hated/
I want 2 be normal but find my talents by so many overrated/
I find it so easy 2 forsake that I rarely myself ever forgive/
My mind wants 2 die while my heart still wants to live/
I want to be recognized that I go unnoticed and lose track of the real me/
So I came 2 a concept of appreciating the fact that Im now free/
Now I just want to kick back an be me....
The concept of precious freedom
Was born in the bowels of heaven.
In the bondage the world offers;
Fear throughout our lives is woven.
God hates mental or physical bondage,
Common to many an earthly kingdom.
The Passover is commonly known
As the festival of freedom.
Blood on the doorposts of Egypt
Was God’s symbol of freedom.
Freedom from the plague
That held death in its bossom.
The faithful were under the cover
Of the shed blood of the lamb.
Freedom from death was provided
And is God’s eternal, freedom plan.
When church and state combines,
As we have seen in certain cases,
The freedom of God’s people
Always ceases or diminishes.
Enforced ‘religion of the day’
Always persecutes and destroys.
No freedom to worship
For bondage has its envoys.
Freedom is a privilege,
Born from walking with our Lord.
To delight in His law of love
Brings freedom from discord.
Fear is the common basis
Of every type of bondage.
Fear needs to dictate or control,
And both lead to freedom’s carnage.
By Maureen LeFanue
A house in open concept
Are rooms without walls
The kitchen and family room
Are rooms that are opened
Because there isn't any walls
Open concept has good and bad
In the kitchen noise is heard
Opening bags, putting dishes
away
Or the kettle sings ready for tea
The mixer making noise as it blends
When the phones rings
A conversation is heard
The sound of the T.V.
lowered
No privacy there
So conversation is heard
The dining-room and living-room
Is open concept
When family gathers
We can have a chat with them
From the dinning-room
Skyscrapers of glass
and steel with spiky spires rise
over the brick houses
covered by their wide shadows.
The powerful amber sun
over the Equinox
makes them glisten
as if they were cathedrals
in which dwells
a pretentious god,
not the God I worship.
Compared to them
we are small ants crawling,
frightened by their metrical structures
that are more awesome than
the impressive Pyramids of Egypt
scorched by the intense heat.
If the deluded Babylonians
couldn't reach Heaven,
could we? Doesn't it still seem
a paradoxial concept?
Beyond the atmosphere,
there are many Heavens
once thought to be the dwelling
of the mythical and belligerent gods
who fought with the rebellious mortals.
Is our God in a similar place,
or does He dwell in each believer's heart?
Mine has no heaven, no mystical throne;
He is the only Omnipotent God
who reproves and chastens, but also loves.
Find yours not looking above,
but in the virtuous deeds you must do daily.
Written on 4/26/ 2016