Best Declaring Poems


Premium Member Love For a Movie Screen

It was a romance only seen in forgotten dreams.
An Oscar winning script written for movie screens.
Her ethereal sight was the ultimate pleasure.
Her eyes an enigma full of enchanted treasure.

Her voice sang like an orchestra of angelic harmonies.
Softly serenading sensual spiritual symphonies.
Captivated, we danced like butterflies - fragile and soft.
Seduced by her aroma, all inhibitions were lost.

Our hearts met like waves resting upon twilight's seashore.
Then I said those words my tongue had not revealed before.
As we lay there, silently gazing at stars above,
I spoke a language declaring an immortal love.

Instead of a smile, tears rolled down her tender face.
Confessed her secret of being from another place.
She would disappear at the first sight of day light.
My heart bled a tear as we embraced tight for the night.

At dawn the horizons painted a rare aurora.
A final message from her celestial aura.

Melancholic from a love story that ended too soon.
Still to this day my heart yearns for her unique choral tune.

The Silent One
28 September 2017

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Premium Member Her Brittle Hands

Another layer of lavender scented lotion
Rubbed in vehement laughter

A quelling of sadness
Covered up in mascara insanity
Livid strokes of feathered paintbrushes

Hoping to see the big picture

She cried like oil paintings without a purpose.

A treasure hunter searching for rubbery remedies
Without heart’s sanctified atrium
To light the way

She bled from carnivorous pores
Bites against feeding palms
Struggling licks upon pacifier wounds

Mouth
Shut

Stone’s lonely lyric
Thrown against fragile lighthouses
Beaming through unacceptable horizons

Investigation of deity’s hidden agenda,
She questions validation’s esophagus

Its vocal chords
Torn

Another squeeze from lavender bottle
Empty
Its exhales shedding infantile whisper

…

A bounced reality check
Declaring that it wasn’t a disease
That afflicted her bones

©Drake J. Eszes

Premium Member Lady Death

"LADY  DEATH" ------Chaos!!!

Craving life was all of 'HOPE' desire.
Torturing her into the odyssey of Hells fire.
Ending her in heartbreak by her own insane,
cruel father Matthias.
A demon so obsessed with dark power.
Head demon to all hells devour.

Matthias allowing his beloved 'HOPE' to be burned.
In a hellish death as a witch.
Pleading for her life.
All 'HOPE' is lost,
 in a pit of endless broken bones.
The supernatural appeared in front of 'HOPE'.
'HOPE' complied and renounce to give up humanity.
Tricked by demons who lied.
Manipulated that this would save her sanity.

A power bestowed with a creation so rare.
A Demi Goddess of destruction.
Chaos soon will inflict every hour.
With death in her place, she turns into,
a cold blooded Diva of Death.

Reliving in the plague of dark ages.
Angels and Demons flow through her blood.
With contradiction of many stages.
Many evil forces out to end her existence.
Betrayed by all she knew.
Now she is locked in a demonic resistance.
Defeating Lucifer herself.
Blading the neck of the prince
Death lusting for power in an epic battle.
Lost forever in the era of judgment.
Revenge she claims on her throne.
Making Lucifer's power her own.
A forever endless graveyard.
Restoring into the blood of her new home.

Making hell tremble, many slay to death's assault.
Death arising to all her faults.
Declaring the lost of 'HOPE'
A man's worst nightmare in the sweetest form.
Overthrowing her one time dream.

Obsessed with his Lady'''
 Evil Earnie.
Rides by her side.
A  domino of all killers.
In a blood bath stream.
Killing everyone in his & her path.
Killing for her love, his Lady Death love.

Pondering about her lifeless soul.
"All HOPE is gone!"
all that is left is death.
"Lady Death"
  Lord of hell
On a mission of Mega Death.
To conquer all of earth.
Men killing for her demonic way.
Evil Earnie matching to the depth of her Odyssey.

With the belief.
That behind every good man, (EVIL EARNIE)
is a good women..                  (LADY  DEATH)


((Lady Death is a character in her own CHAOS ))


Premium Member Blood of Your Passion

He's staring off into oblivion;
dead-lights, who of their own free will choose to illuminate
the gray matter microwave that is TV:
too vain, too vulgar. Thought Vanquisher,
brought to you by your friendly-facade-keepers:
the politicians pussyfooting on a pedestal
built of an uninformed (yet united) public -
whose belief in "connection" is in reference
to a wall socket. Not love. Not kindness.
Who unwittingly become hamsters on a wheel,
convinced of stars held in our pockets; while promises of prosperity
dangle on a string. Like Maya's caged bird we sing
- but not of freedom - to sing of that would be akin
 to declaring the sun has risen in the east. Freedom is a given,
at least that's the belief that's bandied about.
There's a boldface lie in that belief . . staring us in the face.
Are we too ignorant to see or too coddled to care?
Organic antenna, playing a fuzzy station;
our loved one's voice like a pesky fly -
six-legged silhouette on precious phones.
Halfhearted hmms-and-yeahs exuding from lazy lips. A lone
wolf, misunderstood youth - the euphemisms of today,
tomorrow's regrets. The diarrhea of words floating
in cyberspace; ricocheting off planets, but never touching earth.
The constipation of passion - nonchalant bloodbath of values -
no one strong enough to carry the hearse. We'll have to work
together - in unity redirected - to carry the load of our ancestor's past.
We descendants who reap the aftermath; let's carry on and forgo the calm.
Complacency is no destiny to pursue; crack the bottle against the bow,
that ship has sailed. Let us dabble in truth, instead of sugarcoat lies;
deception maybe be sweet, but give it time, it'll go straight to your thighs.
Embrace controversy with a bear hug, and give tyranny a timeout.
And should our words sharpen swords instead of mold minds,
may the massacre be only metaphorical - and the white flag of truce
be mistaken for a canvas - painted with the blood of your passion.

They'Re Lovers

See how the ocean glides back in to kiss the shore?
                                 In my minds eye
                They have met on this sand floor
                             Many times before 
                 With a soft caress on the sly.
See how the ocean glides back in to kiss the shore?
                                    As birds soar
                                           High
                 They have met on this sand floor.
He brings shells and driftwood for her to explore
                         Then leaves being shy.
See how the ocean glides back in to kiss the shore?
                    Could a lover ask for anymore?
                                   She says nigh.
                     They have met on this sand floor
Declaring their love as if no one has done it before
                                 To any passer by.
See how the ocean glides back in to kiss the shore?
                 They have met on this sand floor......

Your Scent Lingers In Memories and Dreams

"From deep within my heart
I always catch the scent
of my Beloved. How can I
help but follow that fragrance?"  
                                ~ Rumi

You're gone, but when a gentle breeze blows my way
I sigh, breathing the floral fragrance of your perfume.
I remember your smile, and it makes my mind stray
to your garden where lavender continues to bloom.

Now, darkness looms around me in shades of gray.
No longer do I walk among wildflowers in the field,
for it would remind me of days I picked you a bouquet,
declaring my feelings. With a kiss, our love was sealed.

So delicate was your redolence. Velvety soft, like you.
Such a tender flower that blossomed but is no more.
Now my life is simply something I must muddle through.
You were taken from me, and your death, I deplore.

Your scent clings to my memory, lingers in my dreams.
It will never be washed away, even in torrential rains.
At night I cannot bear to see the light of moonbeams.
Without you, they fill my heart with bittersweet pains.


July 20, 2022
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Premium Member The Gladiator

Blood mixed with dirt was still moist on the ground
Traces of battle were scattered around
The man entered slowly, a snare on his face
Trying to hide his contempt and disgrace
Announced by the cheers of the people above
Among all the fighters they showed him most love
Never defeated, no matter the foe
With him they all knew they would soon see a show

The man was all muscle, and seven feet tall
Compared to his size, all the guards appeared small
His skin was tanned golden, his eyes piercing green
His hair long and braided and dark with a sheen
His helmet of metal was fitted just so
His sword and his shield had a rich, shiny glow
A belt made of leather protected his waist
His greaves, thick and sturdy and perfectly laced

Suddenly silent, the crowd had grown still
Awaiting arrival, expecting a thrill
And then there was thunder, the roar of the beast
Declaring his entrance, predicting a feast
The man and the lion began in their game
Predator, prey, they both looked the same
They circled and circled and then in a blink
The cat had attacked him, so anxious to drink

They struggled together, the two locked in war
The crowd cheered them on, hoping for gore
And then he was bitten, the wound on his leg
But he would not fumble and he would not beg
He reached for his weapon so close where it lay
He would not accept this would be his last day
And just as the creature had pounced in the air
He killed the great cat with his sword and a prayer

The fighter stood up with his blood dripping down
The steel of his helmet concealing his frown
The great gladiator continued to reign
Another he killed, one more smile he must feign

Premium Member Echo

Her neighbors claim her as their fairy,
And gather around to protect
This little wood nymph of their forest
Who so needs their love and respect.

They don't know how she came to their woodland.
It seems she is one of a kind.
She must gaze at reflection in water
For one like her own self to find. 

Lovely flowers bow in abeyance
All the wood creatures kneel down with awe.
The wind tries to clear the lake waters,
That she might see the picture they saw.

The magnificence of her surroundings
More than easily rivaled by
The beauty of her reflection
As it’s framed by the bright blue sky.

She has no access to glass mirrors,
This little nymph of the wood.
She longs to see her own features
Without ripples if only she could.

Goddess Hera is extremely jealous
Of her beauty, her goodness, her youth.
Though there is no reason for vengeance,
Goddess ire doesn’t listen to truth.

She puts a vile charm on the wood nymph
And steals away her sweet voice.
She can only speak now as an echo.
This dear child has no other choice.

The wood creatures gather around her.
They miss her melodious song.
They give her the new name of Echo,
Declaring what happened was wrong.

One day at the lake was Narcissus.
She was charmed but could not tell him so.
When he asks if she deems him as handsome,
She repeats his own words as an echo.

He’s amazed at her impudent actions,
Intrigued into saying “I love you.”
Love releases her from the wicked one’s spell.
“Beloved  Narcissus, I love you too.”

They spend all their hours now together,
Gazing at the pretty pictures they make,
More gorgeous than lilies reflected
In clear waters of their wedding lake.

By: Joyce Johnson

Premium Member The Naddred: Druids:

As they loomed through the sacred grove,
With staffs of Oak and Mistletoe,
Casting Oghams to the wind,
These men are wise with strength within.

They know the secrets of the trees,
And all the critters that live with these,
Once the kings would sort their counsel,
But they are the Wren, out from the wing.

First Irish chief had three eagle feathers, 
Where the Bards were called the Fili,
In three worlds they would venture,
For three is sacred to the order, as is Awen.

The king is the eagle in the Duir (oak)
But the Druid is the wren that flys out from his wing.
                        /|\

The Native Americans have a similar story it goes something like:
As the Eagle soared and was about to claim his kingdom,
Out popped a little wren from under his wing, and flew a few feet higher,
declaring, yes, gaze upon your king, it is I! 
In conclusion: It is ok to ride on the coat tail of others as we all do, but at 
some point, we all must go out there and make our own path, or own inputs.

For the wren’s nest is also the Druid’s house.
© White Wolf  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member On Maydays Day

I turn to my girl highlighting Mayday is near
A day of spectacle that the whole village views
There's Jesters of folly and Knights without fear
Witnessing lances and jokes, always going askew

To view such we can venture along different ways
We can stroll by the river listening to many sounds
In awe as we walk amidst most wondrous displays
That on any given day beautiful vistas abound

Decisions, decisions, as we contemplate which way
It's such a special day wondering what to wear
Beauty personified will my Olive be on this day
Knights or Royal Princes, all they can do is stare

So tomorrow we've decided to be our chosen route
Two hearts in decision, declaring what's their suit



Mayday morn now greets as I turn next to me
She my guiding light as beautiful as the dawn
Excitement illuminates for into her eyes I see
Onto my back I lie, that feel she's now upon

Into this day we go heading along the river
Crystal clear translucent such serenity in it's flow
Under greened canopies cooled shaded deliver
Wafting leaved dress in delightful fanned throw

We sense the clearings near for scents we sense
Sporadic clusters in capture of welcoming eyes
Mayday games have started, distant heard suspense
Knights on horseback mounted, now in espy

Now we're in amidst encapsulated we now are
She's here to cheer, her Sir James, soon to spar



Balcony she now awaits, white steed he's now astride
Blinkered pairings gallop towards intended foe
To win this Mayday he, to fight for her his bride
Eliminate his enemy, witness his crimson flow

His lance in now connect, thrown metal disperses
Petals of beauty hurled of rainbows selected
Images of we, now thinking marital rehearses 
To know on this day, her intended she's elected

Moments of their previous now in recent past
Knowing they're now free in kaleidoscopic stream
Spectrum of feelings now in view full cast
In colourful extremes, fight for your dreams



.

You, Dear

you,
dear
were my depraved,
inelegant 
swan.
envisioned in the moonlight -
romanticized,
wearing your cheap,
red lipstick - and
desperate to ravish me.

if you did not love me
the succulent fruit upon
lip and breast would diminish here and now.
i said, what man is without his mistress,
and you smiled, exposing those crooked teeth.

i love you,
much more than i loved you then.

you seem to have adopted the image of an ill bird,
and in my dreams misery has approached you,
shackled you;
condemned you to love a furious man.
i am sorry i could not endure with you, 

the tempestuous love for beauty.
i did not wish to search for you,
because i feared that you might be more appealing
with those poignant bruises upon your face,
declaring your mistake.
i remember, in the morning,

your breath was like a toxic thunder,
as you prepared your quivering lips to kiss me,

i did not know i loved you then,
but i love you now.
and when daylight breaks through the aperture of the night, my lovely sin,
i will perish, because even now i love your transparent shadow.

the earth, too, is harsh to me
on burning sunlit mornings - and
i love you today,
much more than i loved you then.
and only on this day i have been told by the wind
that you are alive and well,

but not happy.

Prince of This World

Prince of this world,
you've meddled in the affairs of mankind
since the beginning
From the time of the Egyptian pharaohs,
whose gigantic pyramidal tombs
had been built primarily by slave labor
A living testament to man's ingenuity and cruelty
Then you were behind the Assyrian reign,
carnage was the calling card hallmark
these fierce kings signed whenever they came
But the Babylonian kingdom you really liked a lot,
ancient free market traders and slavers
Their god was commerce;
they bought and sold any and everything,
they trafficked in any and every whatnot
Then came those warring factions of Persians and Medes,
pure lovers of aristocratic indulgences of greed
They would fight you to the death,
until the Greeks came along
and became the gold standard, the best
They loved to preach democracy,
they loved to practice idolatry
For every god you said you had,
those Greeks said they had three
The Greeks fell to the next kingdom,
not so much by war, more through debauchery
But the prince of this world
came out of the shadows,
and was moved to want to rule when the Romans came
They had them lying cats named Caesar,
and crucifixion was their favorite capital punishment game
The Romans learned a lot from their fellow Greeks;
give the conquered their councils,
give them a voice with a vote
Then let them exercise it wickedly,
declaring the innocent Jesus Christ guilty
Oh, the prince of this world
was as ecstatic as a mad despot can be
The Romans were the best kind of servants ---
they were cruel, they were hard
They killed you dead with no regard
But alas, even their mighty kingdom came to an end
Since then, all of his wicked servants
and their feudal kingdoms have served him well
But alas, it was the Roman kingdom
he brooded over the most when it came to an end
And it's been a long time, since the prince of this world
had a Caesar he could call friend

The Usurper King

"My Kingdom will rise above all others. I'll always put it first."
He spoke with the devil perched upon his left shoulder,
but no angel sat on the right of this diabolical sinner.
The king pointed his scepter; his lemmings did his bidding.

Dethroned, he claimed foul to the point of 'ad nauseum.'
A whining child, toy taken away; unworthy of the crown.
Like Humpty Dumpty, he fell from his wall, his ego shattered.
Making up alibis while his lemmings battered and defiled.

"I'm innocent," he scowled, to his fealty of blind worshippers.
Promising, he'd be a phoenix, returning to reclaim the throne.
"Nay," vowed the judicial Knights of the District's Realm.
Unfit, the usurper who tried to topple their country's domain.

The Verbal War was fought. For months on end, battles raged.
It was the age of absurdity, neither faction would retreat,
and in the end, no one won, but the homeland was the loser.
The abuser, bent on vengeance, stalks those he condemns.

Millions cried, "Clip the wings of the phoenix! He's no leader.
His lies have breached beyond belief, and caused much grief!"
In southern lands he now resides, licking his festering wounds
while declaring, "It's just the beginning." and so the villain looms.



February 14, 2021
Biting Satire Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh

Premium Member Blessed Blissful Wedding

In God’s perfect time
their hearts tied by love divine
now wondrously bear marriage contract seal
upon sublime altar date
conquering pandemic’s threat
through faith in the omnipotent Saviour
along His supreme sovereign approval
midst parents’ delightful consent and jubilant favour…

Blissfully expressing “I do”
the couple triumphantly expressed 
their blessed marital vows~
~he in his preacher’s assertive voice
~she by her melodious tone
declaring faithfulness to each other
and support for one another
before witnesses: the church congregation, families, friends…

Reverberating music, “Household of Faith”
accompanied officiating minister’s spirited prayer
as ceremonially, they are clothed as one
and bound together scripturally
to live as one flesh*, fulfilling God’s will in their lives.

To the newly weds: Alvrich and Jade
we joyously celebrate this day with you
thanking the Lord for your lives, brought together
by His infinite purpose, marvelous plan, and gracious power
while entrusting you as a couple to His goodness
in building your home and ministry
all for His honour and glory.

*Matthew 19:6 Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.

February 23, 2021

Premium Member Dreamtime: My Exorcism

I invented something quite peculiar
Last night
In my lucid dream

My neo commanded my allo-cortex
To prepare allusions to be downloaded
Upon returning to my physical presence 

Caught in middle-sleep, guardians of satan
Were mocking the death and resurrection
Of Jesus Christ, shouting and laughingly
Pronouncing God The Father and Jesus
The Son as "the two lunatics"

Every direction I faced, the 'alien race'
Of towering blondes blocked my escape

Knowing I had lucidly dreamt a downloadable
File to be recovered once awake, I summarily
Accomplished this by attaching a small device
To the frontal-lobe side of my skull and

Activated the sensory-absorbing module

Instantly slipping back into my lucid dream
Allowing edits to be re-programmed

I was able to disrupt the satanic bonds
Holding me captive and cast out the
Demons that possessed me

Declaring the Lord Jesus Christ as my
Savior and Ruler of the Light that shall
Set man free!

Once again returning to my physical realm
I was even more determined to

Spread
His
Love
Upon
The World!


04.16.22

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