Best Design Poems
The fish needs the anemone; the anemone, the fish
The pollen needs to be the bumble bee’s most precious wish
There’s fishes that frequent the mouths of huge man eating sharks
There’s places where I walk my dog, where he, at nothing, barks
The dragonfly leaps into flight, how does he know he can
A dolphin will attack a shark… to save his fellow man????
A chick will clamber from an egg and when he’s fully grown
He’ll fly five thousand miles to find a land he’s never known
All of this is cool and yet defies all explanation
So what on Earth created everything in every nation
Coincidence or accident, the odds just made it so
When mother nature’s dice were bad, she took another throw
Do I marvel at the splendour of the stars or moonlit nights
Do I smile when on a lavender a butterfly alights
It’s truly hard to comprehend; to find a rationale
For each astounding thing in this whole world - or this locale
Some say it’s evolution and the rest say we should pray
As though it’s Mother Nature or a god made things this way
But nature plays a game of chance; things work or don’t last long
I wonder at the notion that a god might get things wrong
There’s negatives… volcanoes, earthquakes, famines and tornadoes
I’d like to think a watchful god would save us all from those
I know not who or what made planet blue ’pon which we live
But when I see the truth my full allegiance I shall give
For all the birds and all the bees and all the plants and all the trees
Shall fill my heart with joy but shall not bring me to my knees
And yet our science tells us that it started with a bang
Which, some say, is as likely as, “Then all the angels sang.”
But all of us - you, them and I - are mortal as that butterfly
Will answers come the day we die, or will our souls lay down and cry
Will we float into the light with no fears, needs nor appetites
Or will we simply cease to be, with no more days and no more nights
I gaze at all the wonders that form part of all that is
And I don’t know if they are nature’s work or they are ‘his’
I envy those who have the faith; for me, I make this call
How lucky have I been to witness all of this at all?
Intelligent Design
When there is evidence of intelligence,
there is an intelligent mind
From an intelligent mind comes thought
and purposeful design
Everything we see has been made,
has a purpose for it's existence
An intelligent mind accepts it
without any resistance.
Who is there who would say
a beautiful house had no maker?
That a wedding cake had no purpose
and there was no baker?
An automobile needs a designer,
engineer and an assembly line
A watch needs a watchmaker to exist,
to mark the passing time.
Why is it then with so much
evidence of design in nature
That an intelligent mind cannot comprehend
that we too have a maker?
Original write 2016
re-posted August 16,2020
John Derek Hamilton
Black by Design
Life
sparkles
in
sultry,
smoky eyes.
Velvet
smooth,
black skin
patterned from
heart and soul of
Africa’s
fertile
womb…
cherished
creation
fashioned
by
breath of
God!
07-08-2015
Contest: Waltzing with Color
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Placement: 2nd
You think you’re alone out on the range
Sittin’ silent under starry sky,
Just a marvelin’ at the universe
And wonderin’ ‘bout that ol’ question: why?
You shake your head at worlds of worry,
Knowin’ it ain’t often that you’ll find,
All the answers to your queries
Beneath the clear black sky and pine.
You wonder if we rose up from mud
And walked straight and tall upon this earth—
Or was it all created in a moment—
A conception that gave us true birth.
Are we all no more than those monkeys
Evolvin’ slowly down life’s long line?
Or is there more to earth and heaven
Touched by something truly sublime?
We keep on punchin’ clocks and cattle
And tryin’ to get through each new morn—
But is there more to life than dyin’
And will we somehow be reborn?
All the cattle know my hard proddin’
As I lead them along time’s sad way—
We live for but a flashin’ moment,
As we watch life go by in one short day.
So make the best of trails you ride, cowboy—
Each tomorrow is both yours and mine—
And gaze long at stars in that vast sky
Placed there by intelligent design.
sacred life…
mortal as a seashell
cradled and designed by divine hands
swept by tides
over the waves of chance
phosphorescence under tender skies
hidden souls
within a spiral core
with lore of an ocean at thy breast
soft landings
upon the shoals of time
'till nestled in the palm of God’s hand
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Can a god build walls on the horizon
Hang chandeliers from zeniths above
Let the ocean drain into the nadir
Turn platitudes of doubt into love
Can a god look west, to watch sunrise
Go back in time, see humanity evolve
Walk barefoot across the suns corona
Make reason, meaningless to resolve
Can a god bring order to happenstance
See through charades of pantomime
Grow vaccines on earths magnetic field
With a mere thought, distinguish design
Can a god travel faster than light speed
Cross our galaxy, in the blink of an eye
Throw caution to the winds of tomorrow
Leave us dumbstruck for pondering why
Can a god see through endless darkness
Bring a smile to a heartbroken face
Take delusion, and banish it forever
Whisper in a dying ear, your soul is safe
Can a god truly answer all questions
Is it meaningless to pen poems of trial
If a god comforts through your prayers
Who am I, to cast doubt or denial
''Z'' Contest, New or Old - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Prompt word No7 Zenith 05/12/21
shining sparkling lights
in spacious free window screen
spin in black abyss
magnificent view
of radiant flux's huge hue
creator's design
My brain spots are pastel dots
that always fight with my stripes
over who is left and who styles right.
It’s bad enough that my stripes
also argue with each other,
not over their primary color,
but vertical décor versus horizontal.
My brain top is invisible,
not even shadows of minimal.
Brain designers concur it is not fixable.
In the back, well-stashed,
is a golden memory cache
guarded by a spot named Brat.
Small Brat drags a key most tall
and selfishly guards my recall.
Floating, flying, gliding free
is a silver-toned, sprite fairy
who sparkles imagination in me.
Fairy will not argue, just avoid,
my fuzzy brain, logic droid
who climbs over my stripes
and around all my brain dots
attempting to fill and deploy
smarts into all my brain voids.
Falling in Love with a Writer is a Faulty Design
We see things that other females
don’t pay a tuppence to.
Like a half-burned cigarette tail,
Your osculation of deep, dense rouge—
A secret trusted only by two.
With our own hands, we mimic time
And manipulate the world you once knew.
Falling in love with a writer is a faulty design.
To your heart, we assail
With words plunked to a tune;
In your soul, with great force, we impale.
From a love-front angle of view
You might feel a tad misconstrued,
like a poorly mixed cocktail.
Ricochet from baseline to fault line,
But every time you pull through ‘cause you knew,
That falling in love with a writer is a broken design.
When we close our eyes and slowly inhale;
We hear the laughter of a family in an empty room
And unveil the retold, recycled tales.
Picturing why the dust rests less heavily on one broom,
And can smell the meal Ma cooked when they came home from school.
From the underworld and past the skyline,
We scour everything down to its last detail.
Falling in love with a writer is a grueling design.
To us, your eyes flourish like flowers in June
With lips– silky like cabernet wine.
And although sometimes we forget to say we love you,
Remember that falling in love with a writer can be a beautiful design.
With the gentleness of a dove
you made me what I would be.
Softly, quietly you used love
from my past to set me free.
I did not know of your design.
It was subtle, sweet, tender.
But my soul it did surely find
and all my faults surrender.
A day came when I was new,
I scarce could understand why.
But now I know sweet, gentle you
found me worthy of a try.
Where Nature's Beauty And Man's Design Meet
As bright red rose pierces with its sharp thorn
serves to remind, we are all mortal born.
So often pleasures of beautiful sights
counter the awaiting pains of dark nights.
Amidst color of flower garden's scene
arrive pretty birds to nest and to preen.
Each day fluttering to match garden's hues
which is the more beautiful, hard to choose.
Such beauty must be cultivated first
for it quenches soul's spiritual thirst.
Sunny days beaming under God's blue sky
we see growing treasures and beg the why.
Where Nature and man-made design there meet
gentle spirit finds life so very sweet.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-14-2015
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Words: 100
an eager morning sun is rising
though the moon still hangs pale over the water
and all things trivial cease to matter
when earth and sky are compromising
I'll find dawn's beauty by design
and find, as well, joy overcome
my heart, my soul, while watching from
the window of day-night, entwined
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chonky choo choo pouf
chunky is cool, funky.
sorta art deco, style
puffy, fluffy and comfy,
ardent, like fluffy slippers!
Dragons Color & Design
No *boots on the ground for these old fellows flying
Air force and Navy can’t hunt them down
Dragons fly upside down, backwards and into tomorrow
Swing on pendulums to swallow time
In other realms they *weigh a billion tons if they weigh an ounce
There is a chance they don’t exist at all
It’s not my fault
At least not here and now so what’s the bother
I hear red *wings and things, you cannot fathom
Along with golden eggs cracked and then devoured
Are offered to the dragons at breakfast on the clouds
After dawn inspired dragon songs by pretty girls are sung
Rumor has it, all of this is wrong
It is only children’s drawings with paints on paper
This brings imagining to a screeching halt
As school bells ring to wake us and the dragons
Again, it’s not my fault
1.) * “boots” meaning soldiers- synecdoche
2.) * “weigh a billion tons"- hyperbole
3.) * “wings and things”- internal rhyme
Created on 9/08/14 for Designed by Device – Poetry Contest
“By Design”
By design
other dimensions
astonishing alien fields
different shades
of dark and light
intradimensional beings
strange lives
surround us
we are oblivious
to their invisible kingdoms
their unique opinions
their different addictions
their mysterious freedoms
part of ours, under cover
in our infected delirium
dissolving over-rated
control and power
dissolving
food for thought
dissolving
seconds in minutes
in hours
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“I divide
In the sky
In the seams
Between the beams
All the loving
And separating
All the turning
To face each other …”
delirium.
“The CAM diagnostic algorithm evaluates four key features of delirium: 1) Acute Change in Mental Status with Fluctuating Course, 2) Inattention, 3) Disorganised Thinking, and 4) Altered Level of Consciousness.”
intradimensional -v- interdimensional