Best Consults Poems
Silence As Paper Absorbs Ink To Battle Rage
The clink, clink of hammer and anvil kissing hard
hot flames from fiery furnace belching molten steel
famous blades born from a fallen meteorite shard
gifts bloody deep cuts a fallen warrior feels.
Deadly romance of man, fire and metal forged true
tiresome toil that births deadly weapon made to kill
can opposition, pen and ink give such foe its due
when world spins faster to create deadlier thrills.
The clink, clink of hammer and anvil kissing hard
hot flames from fiery furnace belching molten steel
famous blades born from a fallen meteorite shard
gifts bloody deep cuts a fallen warrior feels.
Silence as paper absorbs ink to battle rage
long past late midnight hours, and quivering of hand
as poet consults epitaph of an ancient sage
to venture deeper into mists in darker lands.
The clink, clink of hammer and anvil kissing hard
hot flames from fiery furnace belching molten steel
famous blades born from a fallen meteorite shard
gifts bloody deep cuts a fallen warrior feels.
War from Man, can opposing factions separate
BLOODY PAWS FROM GOLD, ON A BROKEN DINNER PLATE
War from Man, can opposing factions separate
BLOODY PAWS FROM GOLD, ON A BROKEN DINNER PLATE.
R.J. Lindley
Nov. 12th 1984
Rhyme, ( War, Man, This World, As Opposed By Poetic Pen )
In this land we had a President teacher
So was our nice neighbour next door
A fertile ground to hold holy such a duty
An easy guess : respect was far more important
Than what we thought of compensation for labour
That renders throats dry sniffing chalk dust
Only moon will tell when will settle the chalk dust
A sunset ago, a gavel gave hope to a teacher
After a century of glittering tearful labour
Now hope of a sincere deal beckoning at the door
No doubt heavier pocket will make light his duty
Money sweetens always what is already important
In every corner of the land you find among the important
A teacher who rides to the market on a bicycle full of dust
Because he has a family to cater for besides his duty
There is no story more familiar in Kenya than a teacher’s
He accepted to teach in a classroom without a door
And to inspire under such sick conditions of labour
The teacher has earned respect through honest labour
So we must put him up there among the important
Grateful we are to defender who opened him a door
To enjoy the fruits and economy of perfumed chalkdust
To walk an inch higher and remind all: “I am a teacher”
A demonstration of honour to an age old duty
We have finally woken up to our reality of duty
To those who polish our brains through hard labour
The doctor up the street and senator have been to a teacher
The syringe makes a doctor, the chalk makes a teacher important
I hope the doctor will know it is the stress and curse of chalk dust
When a tired smart man consults him behind a closed door
Hope is high up the sky, admin keeping a policy of open door
Who are we not to encourage him in this line of duty?
With further engagements we will settle the dust
And render hopeful around country the classroom labour
We will bring to town a statue in memory of a teacher
For all sectors to know he who holds the bottom is important
Hope the momentum will not blow on our faces some other dust
And cut short the celebrations with humiliation for our teacher
What this land has achieved in this regard is far too important
In a woman such a man hides;
Alike, He rimes better with She.
More sense, She makes with He.
Because she embeds him;
He always consults she,
To produce clear sound;
And engender one great power in unity.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
My granddaughter’s dating
her phone call I’m not awaiting
For she is nearly as foolish as me
assuming grandpa never knew a thing or three
about love, marriage and sexuality
Once you’ve the experience to lend good advice ~
your grandkid consults Instagram and rolls the dice
A worrier cannot help but stress, when put to the test; A warrior delights in trials, that allow them to give their best; A worrier has self doubt and denies God's full control; A warrior submits to God, body, mind and soul; A worrier is anxious and uncertain of the outcome; A warrior takes rest in knowing all God's will be done; A worrier may look to God when things don't go their way; A warrior consults with God each and everyday; A worrier depends on their will and determination; A warrior depends on God through Jesus Christ's salvation; A worrier resent's and allows thoughts to turn barmy; A warrior repent's backed up by heaven's army; A worrier is afraid; A warrior is fearless; Which one will you be? A prisoner of the ways of the world or a spirit that is free? - No temporary experience, in life is a guarantee; Allow God to lead your life and control your destiny.
Across the sawdust circus ground
Where bells and penny whistles sound,
The gypsy reads your fate for gold,
Good fortune, or dire doom, foretold.
She scans the stars, consults the gods,
And reckons up your life-death odds:
You tremble at what lies in store,
Then stumble from her tent front door…
She sits with the innocence of a twelve year old,
But of her likes, stories remain untold,
She smiles with a heart of gold,
Showing the very feelings she wants to grow cold,
So many silly thing does she despise,
But for such,her heart's desire doth rise,
Her friendship and affection does she price,
However,she opens her gates in friendship's stride,
She walks in resolute haste,
Allowing her little self marred in fragile paste,
She concludes discussions in a resolved state,
But confused,she consults at an unsettled rate,
In her mind surety's wind whirl,
Proving a world full of swell,
No matter how big the world in which she dwells,
She is still a little girl,
The past is over!
The victory is yours!
Act like it!
Celebrate it!
God never consults your past
To determine your future!
All have sinned and come short
Of the Glory of god - so
Stop looking at where you’ve been &
Start concentrating on where you’re going!
Step out in faith &
Know that nothing
Is impossible for
Jesus Christ!
Luke 9:56
For the son of man is not come to destroy men’s lives, but to save them.
Chicago Med is my main jam.
My favorite is when Dr. Sam
Haughtily consults
And others insults
While acts like not giving a damn.
4.25.22
Expelled again from cosmic matters
The fool consults his satellite
Eager to shred to tatters
All ambition to fight
Structured tyranny
Rolling over
Civil minds
Without
Fear
WAITING FOR THE BUS
At the metal pole with the “transit logo”
Line of six, then rapidly me, and now twelve –
All looking in the same direction- down the street-desert.
Like apostles awaiting the second coming of the saviour.
Straining eyes to see the number as a vehicle approaches
No, a mirage - it’s just big truck.
Wrist watches are consulted, handbags runmmaged in
Newspapers glanced at, and folded.
Children whine and struggle to be unhanded.
Rain starts and umbrellas are unsheathed.
I duck to protect my eyes from a lethal woman
and shiver as her droplets run down my collar
We all turn at the sound of a bus going the other way
A dozen cats all watching a grounded bird
No one is certain of the bus times
A man with glasses consults his pocket timetable
It comes once a day at 5 30
But only on odd dates in months with an “r” in them -
Or some such formula.
Might as well consult an astrologer’s handbook.
It comes at last. Only the first two please. Full up.
There’s another right behind…yeah, right…….
Should have walked.
LAVENDER LOVE
I want to turn myself inside out
To end any doubt
I want to rip my body apart
So you can see my heart
I want you to view what beats only for you
Sustaining me as the silkiness of a silky love grew
Enchantment eloquently electrified us two
As one could see the sparks of red and blue
It was a night to be stored in the good Lord’s file
For when a child or the elderly require a smile
Then God consults you on what kind of a grin
“the kind of joy as we watch the merry-go-round spin”
Just snapshots like that, photographs on a wall
You, who gave me your most treasured and all
You taught me with embraces of lace and lavender and what love is all about
But to prove the worthiness of my heart I will turn myself inside out
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Cupid’s bow broken
consults with Easter bunny
love – egg on its face
LAVENDER LOVE
I want to turn myself inside out
To end any doubt
I want to rip my body apart
So you can see my heart
I want you to view what beats only for you
Sustaining me as the silkiness of a silky love grew
Enchantment eloquently electrified us two
As one could see the sparks of red and blue
It was a night to be stored in the good Lord’s file
For when a child or the elderly require a smile
Then God consults you on what kind of a grin
“the kind of joy as we watch the merry-go-round spin”
Just snapshots like that, photographs on a wall
You, who gave me your most treasured and all
You taught me with embraces of lace and lavender and what love is all about
But to prove the worthiness of my heart I will turn myself inside out
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
LAVENDER LOVE
I want to turn myself inside out
To end any doubt
I want to rip my body apart
So you can see my heart
I want you to view what beats only for you
Sustaining me as the silkiness of a silky love grew
Enchantment eloquently electrified us two
As one could see the sparks of red and blue
It was a night to be stored in the good Lord’s file
For when a child or the elderly require a smile
Then God consults you on what kind of a grin
“the kind of joy as we watch the merry-go-round spin”
Just snapshots like that, photographs on a wall
You, who gave me your most treasured and all
You taught me with embraces of lace and lavender that which love is all about
But to prove the worthiness of my heart I will turn myself inside out
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~