Best Deeming Poems
"Once upon a midnight Poe"
Underneath the midnight mask, I remove the makeup at last,
The moon is an anvil to my mood, mooring along the vacant vast
I lay the Gin and Tonic by the bedside asking for more,
I hear a noise, a lost voice, the echoes of no rejoicing,
I couldn't brush the light coming from the cracks under the door
I gave it some thought,
My eyes twinkle, towards the tinsel tiles on the floor
Seemingly the light seemed to be deeming the distance of resistance
Curiosity came in crawling and caressing
To sense and taste of sinful skin
Everything then grew thinner than thin
On the spur of the moment, I hear a whisper, my love is near
"Darkness there, and nothing more."
A nerve impulse hits the wall if nothing nary, nevertheless
I sadistically, stagger a sullen movement, even so
At this moment, Edgar Whispered, "Nothing more."
Many nights, I dream of demonic demons, demanding answers for
A sad --sadder voice sits and whines, with the wind
"Merely this and nothing more!"
A notary, nauseate moment, seasick, shipwreck sensation
Secular suicide spreading like gossip, sailing through my veins
Evilly and twisted, "This it is and nothing more" - remains
Tweaking and repeating, the speeding of needing
My drugs of pain and passion, to end the delusion
Of the self-inflicted - bruising from the voices of my choices
I hear the whisper, a selfish whisper, asking for Lenore
How many nights, he comes into my room, dress like A Raven
Painted and tainted like the midnight dreary
Reciting the excitement like The Bells, of Annabel, in a rush
Never, never, nameless here forevermore, in my dreams
Under my evil-doing skin, like the sum of sin is how it seems
On the nights, my soul mate does not appear,
The anchor drowns and torments me with tears
I travel up in fear, of the fear, when my ghost is not near
Rattling and trembling, by the bedside,
On the grim side of the mental moon, when in gloom
I scrape up my room, screaming at the bleeding,
From my heart, who needs a killing,
From a feeding and the feeling of letting one, go!
How fondly he recalls when doting moon stared
Blush of her radiant smile gleamed opaline skies
While cuddling stellar vibes love they declared
And embracing her allure he venerated his prize.
In womb of romantic night passions-grand aired
Exchanging fervent vows, longing dawn of sunrise,
When revealing prurience every intention bared
In rhapsodic titillation euphoric feelings surmise.
Alas! soon emotions hid—dispiritedly impaired
When blissful times saddened hearing her cries
As souls, deceptively beguiled, no longer cared,
Silence between them grew stoking sullen guise,
For rise of whimsical day, woefully unprepared,
Shadowed glamorous arc, deeming fate unwise,
And upon sanguine horizons stygian storms flared
As the pledges of forever, destiny chose to revise.
She pleaded to forget the love they once shared,
Its flame was extinguished by whim of disguise;
Dreams they dreamt could no longer be repaired
Once the spark of aspirations abandoned her eyes.
Suppressions of emotions left them bereft, unpaired,
As lovelorn inhibitions roared, to spell their demise
Exiting prized fervor, forsaking dreams unrepaired,
Trapping unrequited love-vibes where passion dies.
May 10, 2022
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 30 – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: Internal Inhibition
Unspoken words hang in the stillness of unmindful space,
like a touch never to be felt
A sight never to be seen
A curl of smoke dissipating
A twist of faith has broken both wings
Deeming, thrusting, unfeeling
For those who can no longer cry
Or fly
A die is cast, rolling against time
Crushing, Shattering, Smashing
A fate and destiny
That would never be
The once welcoming arms are now closed (forever shall be)
Faith has run its course (it was false after all)
All that remains are tears,
That would never dry
A hollowness dwells within,
Siezing, Grasping, Clutching
All rationale and sane thinking
Hurling, Heaving, Tossing
EVERYTHING
Into a void of sorrow
OH YES, a hollowness dwells within
Painful, Numbing, Dreary and Stark
Warping, Bending, Blighting
HURTING, DIStorTING, C o N t O r T i N g, FakinG
What LIFE should BE
It all happened
when you left me
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I may have overdone my Gerunds. Do tell me people. TY.
How do you thank someone you never met
a person who leaves you a generous gift
without even saying a single word
How can one repay such a gift
except, with another gift,
My offering gift to you is in words
dear anonymous donor,
I offer them to you and all those who want them
in return for your kindness, my gift will be love
bringing you thoughts & words that make you feel ;
I will place them on this site that most of us call,
"Our Second Home"
Hoping I will not disappoint you mysterious donor,
while I enjoy your precious gift and give it all I got;
Thank you for thinking of me and deeming me worthy of your gift
Your generosity has touched me and made me feel appreciated
and for that I am grateful...
entry for Old Christmas Poem Contest by Constance LaFrance
"Christmas treasure? A baby's worth is so complex
God can use all those things we'd mark off with an " X ". by Poet
Twas the night before Christmas, the manger's convinced,
it stands ready to cradle a Savior and Prince.
The no vacancy sign caused men's wonder and doubt,
manger's role is a pivot. God's working it out!
As we gawk, looking on well-known scene from the past
deeming inn-keeper's choice of a manger - miscast.
Though the stable was clean, men have questioned, reviled
why this ignoble place to birth God's only Child?
Host of animals set, angels' message is heard
in the Bethlehem fields causing sheep no small stir.
"Give all glory to God, there's no reason to fear,"
Lamb of God has come down; 'tis the season to cheer.
Time elapsed since the manger, a star claims the scene
in fair Bethlehem town, we find kings have convened.
The star signaled their hope in the easternmost skies
God cut short anxious Herod's deceitful disguise.
Those three gifts that kings brought were the promise and fee
this young family needed when God said to flee.
Christmas treasure? A baby's worth is so complex
God can use all those things we'd mark off with an " X ".
December 17, 2021
“Ceasing to sway, get out of your own way ~
That love and light bursts forth, like a sun ray”
~ quote, by poet
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Believing ourselves to be mind-body,
we pursue objects of our heart's desire,
more oft than not, employing thoughts shoddy,
immersed in delusion, until we tire,
whereupon we internalise focus,
shifting baton of awareness to heart,
divine entwined along the love locus,
deeming all souls as one, with none apart,
ascending thus, along octaves of love,
as bubbling joy becomes rapturous bliss,
enabled when head and heart, hand in glove,
feeling here now complete, nothing amiss.
We stoop to conquer, when we surrender,
as resounds within, soundless bliss thunder.
04-July-2022
HMS, Rhymezone
Theme: Life
It's All About Three Q's Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
I am in a room,
With a brush and a broom.
Casually looking into the window,
But unable to see the rainbow.
My eyes unable to comprehend,
For the window was stained.
Clouded with colours of bleakness,
Darkened by Disappointments,
Reddened by Rejection,
Dimmed by Dejection,
Smudged by Self-doubt,
And Clouded by Criticism in and out.
My mind hovered back,
When things weren't so abstract.
The window was so clean,
That I could see future foreseen.
The rainbow was blooming bright,
As I viewed the world with great delight.
Suddenly I came back to senses,
I rose my brush as a reflex.
Maybe it just needed some cleaning,
As I thought deeming.
I looked again at the window of life,
Sure enough it needed healing all right.
27/03/23
NOTE: Inspiration taken by Book:- Attitude is everything by Jeff Keller
Watching a movie ('Walking Tall')
I spied a cockroach on my wall,
crawling in and out of sight,
the proud homeowner's sorry plight.
Now I see him, now I don't,
a creepy feeling, and I won't
feel better till he's dead and gone,
deeming it a job well done.
The kitchen was my battleground,
I chased the bugger round and round,
('persistent' was the name I christened
my thick-skinned antagonist),
for dodging footfalls he'd survived
the era of the dinosaurs,
avoiding conflict he'd outlived
the perils of unnumbered wars.
Tired, and soaked with perspiration,
craving his elimination,
I, with magazine extended
dealt a blow, his life was ended.
Or was it? Wriggling in his death throes,
wiggling several sets of black toes,
on his back he scarce could right
himself to carry on the fight.
Yet more he fiddled, then was still,
an adversary with a will,
he lay quiescent on the rug,
that bold, defiant little bug.
I left him shaken, (his demise
beyond salvation?), then my eyes
beheld no insect, just a stain,
for he'd crept off to scare again!
Aching
Pleading
Needing
Silent communication
Electric sensation
Caressing invitation
Inspiring each touch
Eager to please
Give and receive
Body quivering with trepidation
Arching with excited anticipation
Grasping with seductive intention
Feverent in the quickening moment
Violently elicting a deeming improvement
Lost in the heated movement
Nails raking down impossibly smooth skin
Breasts supple begging for firm carresings
A pounding drumbeat throbbing deep inside
Screaming for satisfaction that must be fufilled
Like evolving stars orgasms exploding within oneself
A night worth a million unspoken words
Masonic rituals performed by dancing shadows
Inspired by the pale moons light
Demons tempting chaste virgins
Needing comfort in the chilling night
Incandescent spectres, like mist, crawl from the mere
Garnished in willow-o-wisp shrouds
Honour to the midnights guardians
That cry their allegiance, to the sky, aloud
Trapped within the tunnel vision
Harbringer seeks familiar ground
Granite bars lock in silence
Interrupted by the baying hound
Nwyvre seated on throne of stars
Deeming this the vision hour
Isis sits nursing dawns unborn light
Midnight; time of greatest power
Nebula4C appeared over the horizon
an ancient being who had traveled here before
many light years away from his home
He studied our constellations, and smiled
knowing he was where he had planned to be
An azure hologram sky concealed his arrival.
He was unsure how much farther Earth had advanced
Could we stand the idea of NDEs and UFOs?
Were we ready this time?
He landed in a field to begin his quest.
Returned to his ship several hours later, deeming us not ready yet.
“Not all souls are willing to burn to learn,
transmuting as light in mind-body urn.”
~ quote by poet
Krama, step by step energisation,
simply stated, is kundalini rise,
gripping us in all time meditation,
each rapture tremor embraced in surprise.
Awakening occurs in slow motion,
in a manner that leaves no room for doubt,
where presence sipping love’s magic potion,
from the world of ego, opts to walk out.
The prerequisite of course is a pure heart,
without which we cannot board God’s bliss bus,
growing in love, deeming no soul apart,
breath by breath we ascend without a fuss.
This path leads to God realisation,
wherein mood and mode is celebration.
"Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future"
-Oscar Wilde
Saints aren’t always saints, sinners aren’t always sinners,
freedom comes with a price even when you’re ready-
Life can be a rummage of contending losers and winners,
yet aloof in the assessment of what is worthy or petty.
Saints are also sinners, sinners are also saints,
who are we to separate them from each other?
Many can take advantage of free will, others show restraint,
then just tell me, who are we to judge one another?
Saints can be saints, just as sinners can be sinners,
forget who we are let’s move past this comparison-
It’s like adjudicating who is fat and who is thinner,
when in reality we should all try to be good Samaritans.
There is a fine line between deeming whose better or worse,
after all, weren’t we all created with the choice of free will?
Yes, there is much evil in the world, but also good of course,
yet, society is unfortunately judged upon ineptness and skill.
To fill this world with notions of superiority or of trespassing-
is like saying there is no difference between hell and the everlasting.
October 28, 2016
an attentive passerby can hear the full bloom raucous
gardens have been awakened by the iridescent sun
tulip orchids, with their gray-green leaves of glaucous
heed to chimes of silver and blue bells, rivalry has begun
in full flower, cherry blossoms bask in their self-satisfied beauty
exotic birds of paradise scoff, deeming uniqueness more pleasing
rainbow irises snicker at dahlias, labelling them snooty
lilacs and hyacinths gang up on jasmine with their teasing
competition is fierce, as crocus and primrose compete
impatiens can’t wait to hear who gets the “first spring flower” title
***** willows attempt to tame the tiger lilies, but face defeat
the gerberas were right; this will be one lively spring recital
April 09, 2012
For CONTEST - where have all the flowers gone (Lisa Hiatt)
tryptophan fills my veins,
lost in lingering lullabies-
i sort out what used to be mine
he was enchanting with evocative eyes,
feverish in tantalizing touches;
a fraction of forgiveness without
atonement made me weak-
and i am left
BREATHLESS
but
i am placid and quiescent,
yet
frenzied and unrestrained-
i prosper in the present,
reckless and uncontained
the wrath of my spirit, spontaneous-
faded and jaded memories
of whens and nows and
hows and thens,
i can’t handle all the
sleeplessness drifting
onto my pillow at night
searching in the shadows deep,
like an x-ray deeming for bones-
for youth has lost her sleep…
searching for tenderness,
longing to leave a farewell note,
just to say goodbye for good-
so i can finally breathe-
but
i am left
BREATHLESS...
once again
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1.22.20
Brian Strand