Best Consistent Poems
When we are together, we are a sight to see – Sisters!
Things always seem just right when I can have with me – sisters.
One named Jennifer is nurturing and compassionate.
She was born after me; compatible are we sisters.
Melanie, who came second, is most charming of us all.
She and I together always make such carefree sisters!
Then came Dori, with a flair for writing the same as me.
Fifty-page letters we'd write! Dori made us three sisters.
Sensitive Theadora loves working out like I do!
She's the baby! I'm glad the five of us can be sisters!
Sept. 12, 2020 for Silent One's Ghazal Poetry Contest
~I am constantly aware,
It is not of worldly affair,
“`Tis Love!”
~Life is Love in action,
Not of the human faction,
“`Tis Agape!”
~This world is not my home,
In mind’s wilderness I roam,
“`Tis human Logic!”
~The Agape logic,
Not human project,
“`Tis the precedence!”
~An inner world of peace,
Freedom Dove of lease,
“`Tis life’s season of reason!”
~My home is secured,
By Love revered,
“`Tis by Love’s lease!’
~`Tis moral aptitude,
Gain of Love’s beatitudes,
“`Tis Heaven’s logic!’
~Enjoyed by souls in heaven,
Beatitudes, by Love’s leaven,
“`Tis life's bread rising!”
~Comes not with observation,
Not of worldly occupation,
“`Tis the Kingdom Comes!”
~The Kingdom is nigh
Many will sigh, or cry,
“`Tis precedence logic!’
~A Galaxy aligns,
By new logic of minds,
“Tis so decreed!”
~By mutual consistency,
Love in the mix, you see,
“`Tis reality, SO SHALL IT BE!”
Selah!!
"Time marches on", consistent punctual
Bodies' cells repair keeping up for while
Then like morn's sky changes slower renewal
Body ages no longer agile
Acceptance of life's blows or Adam's sin
Makes getting older easier knowing
There is a better place than this has been
Where no more physical decline showing
"Time marches on", consistent punctual
I'll live each day doing best_most I can
With riches laid up gaining accrual
While I wear the soft shoes, sit on divan
Her existence was reduced to a composite
Of scenes:
As consistent as the seasons,
As emperical as the earth she trod on;
As irremediable as memory,
And the obliviation of memory,
Slowly, in the mind.
As to the pattern of droll days and night dreams-
There was no help for it,
No terminus-
Although oftimes she would beseech God and God, and God
And oh my God, but nothing changed
Just winter to spring and fertility and rampant dryness in the clime
Where nothing seemed to live any better than she did.
She would find herself smirking the dichotomy between her beliefs
And the reality that confronted her,
For, in truth, her beliefs availed nothing and nothing
And nothing was propogated by Lifelessness in dead air,
And she was incredulous that this were so.
Was the universe then but a brute and senseless phantasm?
An ambience seduced and won by Caliban
Leaving all men adrift,
Linked incongrously to their glistening sphere
Such that mortal existence was, but a composite of scenes,
Cyclical, senseless, horrific;
As consistent as the seasons;
As emperical as the earth men trod on,
As irremediable as memory;
And the obliviation of memory,
Slowly, slowly, slowly in the mind.
Could anyone, have done it better than the Queen?
In showing us how to live a consistent life,
A life that can be lived without a streak that is mean.
Could the commonwealth still have held some relevance?
It were not for the consistency of The Queen,
Even when the years began to advance.
Could anyone have given better service?
Or more consistency,
To a life lived with purpose.
If you agree,
I am sure she will be looking down on you,
With her usual amount of glee.
Formidable is the production of our chores
absence is attainable for to select wisely
fabled phrases seen in the ivory
adoring fleet of indigenous fate abhors
lofty perceptions materially do expose
the nakedness of my reputable security
suddenly quakes of indium fire impurity
ameliorate the sullen eyed girl to escape prose
scythe doth bare the lengthy coat hidden
catering to hiding the flawless exterior
confidence is needed to complete inferior
marks that care not for the dreary ridden
at last time brought forth to amplitude
what intervals can't provide for classes
seemingly coherent to the fluent masses
doth sting as does a bee cover fortitude
Each disappointment seems final
But none of them are fatal
Every victory feels eternal
But they all soon fade away
But the need is consistent
To be persistant in resistance
To complacency in winning
Or despondency from losing
It’s all a matter of choices
So be wise in the choosing.
Beyond the challenges, look they say
The solutions lie there; use them, you may
You ask where do they sit right now?
In your heart and soul; now figure out how
What's the problem you can solve, well?
Write it down; the world you must tell
I search for you in online spaces
Finding you with your many faces
The market demands that you stay consistent
Your team wants you to be persistent
T'is tough squeezing water from a stone
It all starts with you getting on the phone
A new year hurriedly beckons
Set goals, your team reckons
Our target, the bottom tier
Get off your bottoms, without fear
Contemptibly craven
Oratory obfuscates
Never nuanced
Gerrymandering guile
Readily reacts to roaring rabble
Egregiously expects economic encouragement
Smug, self-righteous and self- serving
Slippery sounding sound bites
You said you wanted consistent,
So I'll show you how I'm persistent.
Driven by desire
They all say they want the same
But who is prepared
To make the utmost effort
And keep that pace every day
C-onsistent
R-eader
I-s
S-haring
T-he
I-mpressive
N-ame's
A-crostic
M-use
A-s
N-ice
D-esign
A-pplies
N-otable
E-xpression
Topic: Birthday of Cristina M. Mandane (August 08)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
my scribbling is consistent
scrolls, spirals, three-dimensional boxes
mushroom houses, flowers, stars
witches, pirates, unicorns
gardens, trees, clouds, grass
daisies, hippies, dragons, cattails
cats, dogs, mice and frogs
my scribbles are consistent
if you ask children who meet me
who drew those things
most of them will point at me
my drawings are steadily redundant