Best Copiously Poems
Life, in the cruelty of morning light,
Is a strand of copper blond hair
With auburn roots, asleep on a pillow.
Are you waiting for the snail mail
To bring you the implant
That will explode in your head?
Or will you dedicate your life
To multiplication of garbage that oozed
Into ancestral rivers, lakes and skies?
Will you let blood bubble on the Tigris
Or become a collector of limbs in Grozny,
While I inaugurate a thousand Darfurs?
Will we terrorize freedom in freedom’s name?
Goliath, let us fortify, let us amend,
Or one day David will pelt us with a catapult,
Blood will copiously flow
From our forehead into our eyes,
We will be blinded, unless we already are.
Deep cleansing milk has to be sold by the gallon,
And, of course, Listerine.
Red dawn spreads above the range of hillocks.
A soft breeze scatters the dandelion seeds around.
A soft zephyr, clean and furry, flows like a hymn,
I feel elated, happy to be far from the city’s dust.
The meadow hums, a mild cacophony of sounds.
Bees hover over wild flowers that grow profusely
Beneath the two rows of rough stone walls.
As the sun rays rise up, and petals glow in such a grace.
Larks fly copiously here and there, sometimes resting
On a dark mulberry tree, so full of black berries
A delight for the birds that love the sweet fruit.
A delight for me since I too love the sweet mulberries.
So I sit down on a smooth stone, back to the wall.
I close my eyes just happy to hear nature’s song
No other being will disturb my profound meditation.
All around the meadow, silence reigns in peace.
A transcendental splendor in sepia hues,
spreads it’s woody arms across a nomadic river;
leaves of cinnamon and amber dog the landscape,
as long spectral limbs stretch to golden beams.
Here lay serenity, a breath of neutrality;
tranquility in verdigris-amber glow.
A spark of Gaia’s soul in copper caress
reflects upon the significance of its’ existence.
The river’s constitutional seems unending;
it bends and winds its’ way among tall sentinels.
It generously bestows life to passers-by
offering up itself copiously.
A supernal entity is the woodland.
3-19-2021
ALL YOURS (Mar 20) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
This day - a marvelous devotion to my Dad,
who is emissary to the bonds of familial love.
Man who bestowed life upon me, you stand above
any man God created, hero role- you always had.
Gallant and fair, even when you were mad.
When life got too hard you gave me a shove-
Now I am a fortuitous woman, ti's you- because of.
Immortally your daughter, for this I am glad.
Protector, mentor - a few ways to define you
What really counts, though, is from the heart,
Copiously you bestow this gift so true-
The whole of your being, faithful you impart
Family matters, and no other- is your world view
Beings intertwined together... Never shall we part.
A BLOCKBUSTER A POETRY DIVA!
Introduction please::
Through the eyes of a Spiritual Healer, sees Oblivion Dark Sunshine.
Visionary to her purpose, her life dances.
She is in search of the ultimate right; nom de plume is her name.
Her favorite flower is daffodil that blows in the wind.
Effortlessly she speaks without a written cue.
She is a poet and philosopher of the truth.
When prompted, she leaves in confidence that she can provide you
with the needed assistance you requested.
Never a task will she take that she cannot complete.
She is integrity and your virtual reality.
In the mind of her people, she is heard.
Candor is her way of administration.
Her outspokenness is loved by all that know her.
However, her honesty can hurt.
Therefore, she guards her words to be more professional.
Oblivion Dark Sunshine is a versifier, rhymester, bard, well written and there is more not said.
Her wordsmith is published and this is all known well.
We enjoy her through social media.
Her books should be on all shelves.
A Life Poet and Philosopher
A BLOCKBUSTER
Her Psalmist thumb is a gift from God.
She shares this with the world through a poetic verse.
She liberates herself from any form of poverty.
She delineates a world that is free.
Naturally, she writes about anything.
Oblivion is the sunshine to those that life vents darkness.
Strenuous are her themes, insofar as these are topics with universal meanings.
She provides dogma, philosophy of meaning and truths, to communities and neighborhoods .
With candor, she speaks outspokenly to withstand negativity.
Prolific to the cause, her name will be recognized systemically.
She thrives on esteem, truth, and self-worth.
Copiously, she strives to be heard.
Social media is her teeming vehicle.
Oblivion Dark Sunshine is a versifier, rhymester, bard, well written and there is more not said.
Her wordsmith is published and this is all known well.
We enjoy her through public mediums.
Her books are poetic instruments.
Blockbuster
Life Poet and Philosopher
Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Poetry Diva
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Verlena S. Walker
UPDATED SEPTEMBER 15, 2014!
What makes us giggle uncontrollably
What triggers this reaction emotionally
If there's a cure
Don't want it for sure
Really love all the drooling quite copiously
© Jack Ellison 2016
Colorful coat leaving
Cursed once, but poignantly
Cherished fur tornadoes
Copiously on my
Couch seat while you snuggle
Closely as your thin frame
Captures love for what’s next
8/23/16
Vicariously
Brilliantly
Gregariously
Ambitiously
Eagerly
Writing words from day to day
Vehemently
Humbly
Fervently
Instinctively
Understanding
Learning what others have to say
Profusely
Intensively
Literally
Reflectively
Philosophically
Reading each other’s poems undercover
Openly
Honestly
Realistically
Copiously
Liberally
Commenting our thoughts to one another~
copyright 2008
~inspired by my friends at the soupie~
My Santa sack was filled with poop
To many this news ain’t a scoop
I’ve perfected the art
How to write about fart
I've posted about them on soup
I’ll divulge about Aunty Mable
who eats sprouts whenever she’s able
she made some sprout soup -
a vile manky gloop
then farted at the dining table
She eats sprouts for breakfast and tea
Foul gas builds up copiously
Before she lets rip
She undoes her zip
Her flatulence is legendary
The stench of foul farts Uncle’s hating
Aunt Mable he’s daily berating
With the build-up of gas
that’s expelled from her a ss
their duvet’s always levitating
Inspired by a friend who is always bursting with blueberry goodness
01/08/22
As a listen tae the rich syllables dripping fae her mooth ma heart
beats a little faster.
A wish a could jist embrace
the impending disaster.
As a watch the curl of her
lip in pontificating splendour
ma blood runs that little bit
quicker..A wish a could jist
imbibe some mare liquor
A feel her bite intae ma bone
an unsuspecting marrow her
saliva is copiously flowin.
If a could jist get tae grips wae
this sense a foreboding
She engenders hatred an
malignancy in ma heed.
An invocation tae war
not peace. As she endeavours tae
render me as inconsequentially benign.
11/5/19
"Beyond the Poetry"
Grew up on country roads that were dusty
And bumpy
When I was a dummy
My life was crummy
Experienced it first hand, didn't just study
Life's a trip and at times rather funny
But it also got rather ugly and bloody
Days weren't always sunny
Couldn't stay comfy, or rely on being lucky
I'm hungry
Mind on money
My eye on women, but they don't notice me
No matter what I do, still they're not noticing
Handled, what life dealt me
Cut off, what wasn't healthy
They kept trying to tell me
That I was supposedly living how I was suppose to be
Or so it seems
Lonesomely, woe is me
For too long, I was using copiously
Living uncontrollably
Just after the highest potency
Always knew, I didn't have a high status socially
I try to support products that are made locally
Paying my respect to where I'm from
I may not be as young
But I'm still one son of a gun
Like none
Last name is Ogletree
Looking beyond the poetry
On what's important, I'm focusing
There are things you do or don't see
Not just about me, I'm talking globally
My actions now are notably done nobly and heroically
If only more did too, instead of boastfully
You must be joking me if your knowingly
Harming this planet, then I'll take you out ferociously
Soon death approaches thee
Since there never could be diplomacy
I've got no time for hopefully
I'll get it done, stoically
In this world, I'm invested totally
I was in my sins being seemingly without hope and saving
But God the Father granted me His son Jesus endless mercies grace
Now I am clean completely copiously more or less
quite perfectly wholly repented, renewed heavenly bless
utterly fully all halleluiah
entirely thoroughly absolutely
O’ My father found me
Now I am gladly Oh so madly, now I am
Perfectly Totally found
exactly
altogether all over heartily
at length in whole substantially
through and through generally
Out of the blue
Skies shining brilliants hues
predominantly greatly unqualifiedly
O’ My father found me
Now I am gladly Oh so madly, now I am
Perfectly Totally found
downright to the max
categorically to the hilt
down to the ground down the line
infinite, limitless, boundless tilt
O’ My father found me
Now I am gladly Oh so madly, now I am
Perfectly Totally found
primarily principally extensive innumerable
generously abundantly predominately halleluiah
overall hands down by and large vast unlimited
immeasurable illimitable measureless fathomless
unmeasured inestimable incomputable
O’ My father found me
Now I am gladly Oh so madly, now I am
Perfectly Totally found
unbounded unfathomable
immense inexhaustible bottomless indefinite
abysmal incalculable
immensurable exhaustless halleluiah
O’ My father found me
Now I am gladly Oh so madly, now I am
Father, Father I thank you Lord God I am Perfectly Totally found
4/7/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
From SpokenWords Anthology
" I BEEN WORKING ON ME ME MR. JAMES "
Thinking back to his manly side outline,
Flowing slightly inwards, but not enough to perturb,
The suggestions of body hairs state humanity,
His subtle tan includes him in with the rough;
Smiling gently, he alights to my origami,
His accepting hair copiously outweighs my breathing,
As he hovers there to await the initiating signal,
For warmth and movement’s harmoniously laughing spring.
Constructing my suggestion and intention,
I lie awake compiling my words for his reaction,
Which settles me into life’s stance and symphony,
Of entanglement and sexual interaction.
Sunrise
Sun rays lavishly surrounding
Emphatic in fact FANTASTIC!
Oh My GOD!
I'M joyous!
Completely clear
Clearing the air with happiness
Happiness is delicious
Oh boy! What a joy!
COPIOUSLY CLAIRVOYANT
Non-fictitious it's all real
There are no underhanded deals.
I've come of age.
Turn the page, no games
Shift the anger save the day
I'm happy. Are you happy too?
I'm totally ECSTATIC.
Running with FEVER of extreme enjoyment
Reading from the book of felicity
As electricity travels through me
Happiness has given me delectable energy!
BUOYANT AND FLAMBOYANT ME!
I'm truly excited
With this prize I am DELIGHTED!
Witnessing humorous events and
Laughing out loud
I'm happy from now on
What LUCK I possess
Happiness, I confess, it's luck
And something more at the lucky store.
Bring the LUCKY TRUCK
Happy rainbow bubbles bouncing off of me.
Because I'm happy opportunities abound
Run round and round
Happily working all day
Sunny and sunnier making my way
Because I'm happy
A delicious kiss of Sun
Come what may sunniest day and day
The affect happiness has on me is
Sensationally EXTREME
The path of excitement is now BENIGN AT SUNSET.
Lissome, silhouette shadow
Gliding the long winding stairs
Iridescent gown changing glows
Flowing, silky bright black hair
Breezy, damp cold but warms
Fresh, sweet fragrant perfumes
Lingering aura full of charms
Scent of a flower in bloom
Head with jeweled, ornate crown
Standing firmly in a dreary hall
Failures stubbornly shut down
No one heard her pleading call
Endless, lonely morning walks
With a love that struck her blind
Inane, unromantic shallow talks
A hollow life, a fixed knot that binds
Eyes closed on conscious mind
Beating heart bleeding copiously
Options she chose to leave behind
A love slave enchained by destiny
In truth, a tiara pricked with thorns
Messy hair, rent from too many pulls
Black and blue, her dress is torn
Every night she’s beaten by the bull
She’s like a wind that circles a room
Doubting an escape from a little hole
She chooses to stay despite the doom
Ignore the abuse, her clan must be whole!