Best Counteract Poems
Due to growing Nimbus clouds of oppression
an area of low pressure has been building
Rest assured, it won't lead to bouts of depression
but rumblings of thunder have now been heard,
foreshadowing the bombs of fury soon to come.
Be advised: the ripping winds will not be deterred.
To counteract and neutralise any negative vibes
this Poetry Souper has been on a strict vegetarian diet
of lentils, cabbage soup, curry and beans; re-fried
They have been consumed in copious quantities.
Take shelter from wind gusts. There may be a riot!
Steps are being taken because many have died
from the expulsions of a toxic build up of gas.
It's predicted to be tornado level turbulence
emanating from winds blown out of my a s s
Anatomically referred to as expelled flatulence.
Blowouts should be considered as lethal blasts,
and not to be taken lightly, ignored, or scorned.
This is a public service alert of severe wind forecast.
The approaching storm is of gigantic proportions.
Gas masks are advised. You have been warned!
Warning Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
Submitted to Weather Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Angela Tune
2/28/20
I LOVE YOU EVEN IN FAR OFF PLACE
Fever of love cartwheel snaillike but where are you?
Round six o'clock noon, sunken is the moon gazing
behind deep orange-aubergine feather skies,
its shadowy light floods the shivering sea,
I, standing still amidst the tickling water,
my teary eyes softly wander upon endless horizon,
my hypothermic skin long for the kisses puffed by you.
Barefooted, I amble along the silky sands
seagulls fingers rushing to caress my feet but
droplets of August rain run fast above my head.
The crisp wind wafts whispering something in my ear
t'was the songs we sang second week of February
honeysuckle times gone but still my celcius sprint.
Softly, I tread back to memoirs playing a chemistry
where there catena of reactions descry revealing we...
Cleansed from river tears, blessed by suns of home,
my heart didn't surrender in wanting your presence soon.
Crossing limitless borders where our lamp is trust,
the choice to continue gleams in the name of freedom,
as we daily counteract two strategic villains:
the odd times and the eight thousand miles distance.
Yes, afar but this NOT THE BARRIER. Us baring our souls.
Us stepping onward, offering ourselves, to attain one goal.
I listened close to your voice as we talk by phone
My oh my, your tone, your giggle magnify my thoughts!
but this not enough 'cause I yearn to hold you most.
I want to ask: what is it that's not in my heart
that fate acted so long in keeping us apart?
Perhaps... Ah perhaps! This must be for us
to rightly spell the language of love...
The long distance vanguished, frozen fears diminished,
sapphire eyes cushioned by cherry color skin sings
as he stares whole from rosy chocolate coated cutis
to eyes touching tears, directly screaming: "I love you..."
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EPIC ---ONLY - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Name -- SKAT A
~7th Place~
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
10:59am, July 24, 2015
She walks along an avenue
some call the Vale of Tears.
Her agonies and sorrows brew
in eyes that vail her tears.
She whiles alone, her gaze unmet,
behind a veil of tears.
But can she flee from sadness, yet
with no avail of tears?
In time, the Rue of No Regrets
will countervail her tears.
Vale: valley
Vail: let sink
Veil: something that conceals
Avail of: use to one’s advantage
Countervail: offset, counteract
Inspired by poems of KC
The sudden fear of my husband's massive heart attack
doing everything I can to counteract
just within reach crying I screech
I'm by his bed in intensive care wanting to reach in
and stroke away his fears
just within reach nothing works for my speech
Wanting to massage his heart but the doctors
only let me stand by and watch
just within reach his heart moves and stretch
The shock of the paddle upon his soul
even outside I long to enfold
just within reach my hands out stretched
His spirit I can't let go even if I see a heavenly glow
I beg it to flow back to his body until old age we both outgrow
just within reach a bet with God I wage
His body so weak he's barely holding on
but he hears my soft voice and a vision of my face
just within reach he touches my hand and besiege
To my husband who is with me today
nothing is out of reach if you have strength and pray.
T Reams
IN GRASPING LIFE'S MEANING
Twenty-nine years and thirty six days
I am able to savor the gift of life
but oftentimes I ask,
Have I truly grasp, what life's mean?
I am curious. I want to learn. I am to absorb
for life is a door of discoveries...
Green leaves rustling a tangent sound
o'er the bush of finite delight
or the swift sways of the winds--
somehow, the sounds tell: I am not alone.
Beneath the earth a seed can grow
nurtured by hands, sprinkled daily with love
later flowers may bloom and glow
Somehow, the sight shows me of beauty.
Lured, one day I picked it up and put it near my nose
uplifting my spirit, tickling the air
but imperceptibly it withers, still I held it best
and with its last life brought my soul at length.
Success or failure are real, but am not scared to go on
for life is an opportunity for growth and maturity.
As I age, becoming exposed,
tried and molded by trials that rain to my path,
my views changed and matured
as how I face to react, counteract situations...
Seeing the world as of today
where competition and survival is spelled harder
pushing each one and for some it's draining, too challenging
that some even considered death as the best solution.
I am grateful that I am made because of love
though my experiences taste are not all sugar
Some are sour, bitter but wow they all taught me
and let me appreciate: life is beautiful.
I am only given years to live, the choice to be productive is within me,
for life itself is a gift of possibilities.
Upon my hands lies the chance
of having less or having more
dependent all to the decisions and actions,
I pursue to work on...
Being all aware that this life
is not only given for me to live it alone
but also to be a channel of a better life(or otherwise)
to someone else's life...
Society and natural ageing
may cause some changes in me
but I must embrace, accept it,
use it to bring forth the essence
of living and not merely existing...
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4:55 pm, September 20, 2015
Gluttony
October 8, 2014 at 3:15am
GLUTTONY
(Halloween poem)
Greed is the glutton
that impales the mind,
heart,stomach and soul.
it consumes the eyes.
shuts down the mind
The stomach swells-
The heart is numb.
It be then,empathy fails.
No mercy for self
take more than you need
The bulging eyes react.
With grimy hands,
Evil penetrates
The gluttonous soul of man..
To counteract
We must react
It will be a mistake if we wait,
We must stuff you with garlic,
Pierce your heart with a stake;
Chop off your head.-
Oh but we must.
Right before dusk..
No longer will you lust
I beg,I beg,give gluttony
Over to the miserable
land of the Un-dead.
Nightfall begins. It's beautiful, magical,
even astonishing. The grueling, long
process of avoiding my dreams.
So many bad thoughts from the books I read
right before bed. I could feel the darkness
creeping up my window. I am scared!
Terrified, anxiety ridden. I'm scared!
I try to think of things, happy or magical
to counteract all the feelings of darkness.
I want to go tell mom, but the hallway is so long
to my parents room. So maybe trying to read
baby books at this hour will help my dreams.
I tried a dream catcher to catch my dreams.
And if it stayed bright all day I wouldn't be scared.
Across the globe there are places like that, I've read
about. And that in itself is absolutely magical.
A night light being enough, is the type of night I long
for. But until then I still have to fight with darkness.
What did it ever do to me, darkness?
Other than infiltrate my precious dreams
with monsters, loud noises, and long
dark memories. Leaving me broken and scared.
Sometimes the creatures are even magical
in weird ways like the books I read.
It is not only what I have read
but also movies that are full of darkness.
Equipped with a creative genius' magical
ideas, movies bring tons of visuals to my dreams.
One day, I know I am going to get over being scared
of these things. But that's going to take so long.
So until then, I can only long
for the day that I can read
a book and not be so scared
and anxious of the darkness
that it entails. Or let my dreams
turn events into things that are magical.
Although I know it'll be so long until this night’s darkness
goes away, I will read until the morning interrupts my dreams.
Because being scared is for the birds, but the nightfall remains magical.
This is some ramblings of a poet which probably make no sense
After gallbladder surgery don't sneeze
It doesn't matter if they only poke four holes in your side
And one incision in the belly button
The pain is so bad that you will try to stop the sneeze, have a minor accident
Cry and pass out all in the same breathe
Then discovering that you are being effected by six sneezes simultaneously
The prayers begin and the hopes that other Christian friends
are remembering you at the same time
Thank God that he hears and answers prayers for I made it through to the other side
of the surgery and the sneezes and the one week after surgery..
The pain has been really bad as has been the nausea and shivering, yes, shivering
occurs from having gallbladder surgery..There is a medicine that they give to help
counteract the effect..It helps but still there is some shivering..
Thanks to each one who has prayed, sent a note, read my poems even when they were not very good..God bless each one..
Do You Have My Back? (Loyalty)
Earn my trust
Earn my allegiance
Allegiance professes commitment
Allegiance is pure dedication
Dedication proper and steadfast
Dedication allows peace of mind
Mind not at ease when lacking
Mind needs constancy
Constancy denotes dependability
Constancy communicates so not to alienate
Alienate an enemy
Alienate frenemies they reek of perfidiousness
Perfidiousness will lead to deceit
Perfidiousness feels like betrayal
Betrayal is a human trait
Betrayal like a wound that is familiar
Familiar ends with liar
Familiar should not create duplicity
Duplicity is not overt
Duplicity will use falsity to hurt
Hurt is at times begins covert
Hurt can lead to a life reclusive and remote
Remote must find a resolution
Remote reattachment requires swift amends
Amends may counteract negative damage
Amends must be sincere to fortify prior commitment
Commitment rectified can even strengthen devotion
Commitment combined with action can rebuild trustworthiness
Trustworthiness is key to avoid treachery
Trustworthiness sought must be a given to receive
Receive it and bask in the glory
Receive and attain a security worth more than gold
Gold is nil compared to trust
Gold cannot outweigh a true friend who has your back
Back another up with their true interests at heart
Back a friend and feel the heartfelt commitment
Commitment is for the resilient
Commitment makes one’s heart feel secure
Secure attachment from each other
Secure feelings are bound by devotion
Devotion is priceless
Devotion empowers liberation
Liberation allows one to live freely
Liberation enables dissidence
Dissidence unreleased can grow black inside
Dissidence with adulation can be expressed
Expressed to a mirror when unaccompanied
Expressed aloud when appropriately linked
Linked to others forges faith
Linked reciprocally is fidelity
Fidelity
Faith
Written for Loyalty contest; entered too late
I strived to nail the form!!
Outwardly I may seem like an outgoing guy
But if the truth be known, I'm really quite shy
It's all a big act
To counteract
The shyness I've had since to a grasshopper I was knee high
Mother Nature is an artist!
She really has no peers!
Her masterpiece is, Autumn!
Has been for years and years!
Just pause, and take a conscious look,
at Autumn's scenic view!
Blazing colors, bright and bold!
red, orange, and yellow, too!
The Harvest Moon shines brightly!
Orange pumpkins, all around!
The Autumn breeze, blows gently,
as the leaves, fall to the ground!
Barn Owls, gather in the night.
Turkeys and Pheasants both abound!
Cobs-of-corn in multitude,
lie on the leafy ground!
Geese in V-formation,
seeking a warmer clime!
Cicada and the Sassafras,
prove it's Autumn time!
Crickets chirping, all around,
piercing the Autumn air,
you know it's "Indian Summer",
'cause their sounds are everywhere!
It's time to sit, around the fire,
to enjoy the stirring sights,
drinking coffee and hot cocoa,
to counteract the chilly nights!
Enjoy this beauty, while you can!
Such a colorful array!
You know, it won't be all that long,
till Winter comes our way!
an aspiration
forever immortalized
an anticipate
counteract hostility
neutralizes those that oppose
life too short not to
look into the horizon
to reach magnitudes
of importance to achieve
Icon in history books
4/14/2014
Contest Name: I, Icon
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
"Solution OR Problem"
Part of the problem or of the solution
Depends upon one's contribution.
There's only two sides, no middle ground,
No place in between can there be found.
To be part of the solution, one must be
Doing SOMEthing for and productively
To resolve, correct, counteract,
In SOME way doing a selfLESS act.
If part of the solution, one is not,
Then to the problem they add, allot.
Since they provide no resistance,
To the problem they give assistance.
Those who do nothing either way,
Are part of the problem anyway.
For those who do nothing, they enable,
Thus fit and wear the problem label.
Those who do wrong of various kinds,
Regardless what type that undermines,
Violates another's rights and space,
Are the problem; are a disgrace.
Such individuals destroy our peace,
Create problems for stress increase
And if we do nothing, then we are too,
Part of the problem with blame due.
So many think, seem to perceive
That doing nothing will relieve
Them of their duty and obligation,
But instead, they join the causation.
To all those of you who are doing wrong,
Knowingly, willingly, then you belong
With being branded not just the part,
But of the problem, you're at the heart.
Part of the problem or of the solution
Depends on for which, your contribution.
Those doing nothing and/or doing wrong
ARE the problems and help them along.
So, I ask, on which side are you;
Which side do you contribute to?
On the side of solution OR the other side
Do you choose to be, do you decide?
"Solution OR problem; no middle ground,
One side OR the other, we each are found.
We cannot be on both or in between;
Solution OR problem, we choose which scene."
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2017-09-13 22:37:00 (EST)
All rights reserved.
Precept
Turbulation through existance and time
Never trying to counteract the pieces of twine
That is trying to rip me apart
Clinging to the expectance of someone else
Reaching but collapsing again and again
Maybe nature in charge of its own course and mine
Precept is my only light
Once more then shall I engage
Once more shall I endeavor
Once more precept
Shall be my eternal vitality
By:
Tammy R. Flanagan
After making the trip to Bar Harbor in Maine,
we set off on excursions within that domain.
In the midst of events, aggravating, arcane,
we began at a loss.
We embark on a most unpredictable task -
touring Cadillac Mountain with fog as a mask.
Fifteen hundred feet high and sh-shaking, we ask
with alarm, "Where's the bus?"
Safely back at sea level, we all need to chill -
"Tell me, who put the rest stop on top of a hill?"
Giving vent to our steam, we release it with skill
by creating a fuss.
So we cuss as we scurry, we snort and stampede
up the fifty-two steps to attend to our need.
On the zig-zag descent, rather tetchy, still teed,
we by chance run across
a botanical gem - symbiotic, we learn.
A bizarre kind of growth, some avoid with concern.
Is it algae? or lichen? a fungus? or fern?
a true whatzit for us.
I see fanciful lace mid inherent decay;
I see whimsical bubbles entangled in play.
I see change as our mood now reverses dismay -
it's an insight from moss.
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anapestic tetrameter
Every fourth line I change to dimeter to counteract the monotony.
Reason A. Poteet
http://wiseacre-gardens.com/moss/white-cushion-moss.jpg