Best Designates Poems
Three Sonnets tell a story, in sequence.
[From the narrative poem, "Don't Go to Wyoming Alone"]
I. Natural Instinct (Chivalric Sonnet)
He saves a wad of cash and designates
the stash to finance trek in far-off land
in hunting boots and custom gun he built
for me with love and hope for trophy grand.
"Is this a trip I've dreamed about?" I ask.
"Can I enjoy the hunt, savor the kill?"
I contemplate the danger in that land -
will heat, dry thirst and bugs defeat my will?
Might this be atmosphere I cannot stand?
Excitement builds as I heft gun with ease
and find the answer soon on target range
as my bull's eye displays my expertise.
Though I have no inborn instinct to kill,
my reason tells me not to waste this skill.
II. Lost Vacation
Our trip is planned, we'll soon be on our way,
he's called and found the perfect spot to stay.
The husband leads you out to hunt the wild
as room is cleaned, clothes pressed, wife cooks gourmet.
Alas, things change, his current bent is new.
While Mom and I go west without a clue
he flies the skies to satisfy desire
from Air Force days where first the hunger grew.
But circumstance forced him to stay aground,
our funds were tight and kept him budget bound.
Since children now are wed and off the corn
he's free to choose to play or bum around.
When we return from trek out west by train,
he's spent vacation cash to buy a plane.
III. New Dimension (Couplet Sonnet)
What fun we've had in years of golden age
as we, in freedom's row, our thirsts assuage.
We climb above the ground in utter glee
and view the earth below from Cherokee.
We join a pilot's group and meet new friends.
We travel now as time and space portends.
Each time we fly we bring two more because
two empty seats invite our friend's' applause.
But soon we build a smaller home down south.
I close my ears as words come out his mouth,
"The plane's for sale, I need a tractor now
to plow off snow and grade the road." It's how
our trip to Africa, in quickened time,
became a tractor. Surely, that's a crime.
A ruby-red sun slowly starts to sink,
as scarlet sunbeams singe sullied clouds pink.
And as a mellow moon mirrors Sole's face,
a golden globe gracefully takes its place.
And as dusk's darkness drowsily descends,
a star-studded sky suddenly transcends.
And wave-wrinkled waters washing ashore,
form frantic foamy froth seagulls adore.
The beach becomes basted in crawling crab,
that tides tethered to the moon cannot grab.
And a fog fashioned from fragments of mist,
fosters faint feelings of just being kissed.
Darkness designates the end of the day,
snagging shifting shadows, starting to stray.
And as ebony engulfs everything,
crimson clouds circle Luna, like a ring.
I know that is what you are trying to do until you don’t lose.
Upset the balance of a rightful world to
Destroy a focus that remains visionary to
Defeat the purpose of eternal peace.
Against the odds, you will precede while waiting for the truth to weaken.
A mountaineer never gives up the climb.
He or she seeks knowledge on how to peak the next time.
Even when it may seem a deadly try, his or her mind is with the goal defined.
Rightful is your success.
You are the splendor to your voice.
You are searching for the best way to proceed.
A wrongful world is always depleted.
An alpinist knows his or her rise.
He or she climbs to summit the incline.
Although him or her may scramble along the way, the journey has been
partaken.
A mindset designates a mental attitude or inclination formed.
One that has regiment that is detrimental to ambition.
Ubiquitous deseeding is paramount.
A mountain is to climb once formed.
You are therefore superior to all others.
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Written July 03, 2016!
The morning is fair and without compare;
desire to escape commotion in motion.
With apologies to Frost, but I’m lost
in sylvan idyll; my thoughts to distil.
I should have turned left or maybe the cleft
ignored as the bend designates the end.
Peering into the void I can’t avoid
the nagging feeling that the sheep bleating
as they’re trudging through the mud, chewing cuds
on the road most travelled and levelled,
would’ve been easier terrain – not bane
of thorns and thistles. As temper bristles,
thoughts turn mutinous. Incongruously
I’ll save either way for another day.
The most important name of God in the Old Testament (Ex 3:14)
It can be translated “I AM WHO I AM”
For Jews as well as Christians
It designates the one God of the whole world
Their creator. Preserver
Covenant partner, liberator from slavery in Egypt
Judge and Savior.
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divine destiny
decided before birth
delivered on life’s course
determines life on earth
designates direction
or
doubts after choices
doodled guilt maybes
disturbed self-image
desires need to believe
destiny caused everything
The average American makes no deductions
Throwing normal people off with assumptions
Money runs the government designates production
I don’t see the point, anymore, I see with my gumption.
I’m using my life to make more connections
I do it in a way no one sees the corrections
Similar to words in dreams like inception
Never forget the idea that others had mentioned.
Never have other sentences meant less
The hate and the love they all are senseless.
All my tears and fears in a hypothetical pensive
Knowing all my time on this place is expensive.
I see people’s eyes open and close to the music
Everyday it pushes and pulls peoples movements
Nothing more that anyone can do to prove this.
This country IS blood and greed its ruthless.
My talents go unnoticed like chemical imbalance
Sometimes we fall, an excuse for the violence?
Yet its impossible to constantly keep a balance
There is no way I will continue to be silenced
For now I’ve adjusted myself to explaining
To myself our life, I’m living life’s main themes
I paint pictures with words like a painting
Please listen close to this criteria containing
ACTORs Or AGENTS
These rhymes won’t make sense
Unless you have patience….
(Gen. 1: 1, 14 / * Isa. 26: 4 / Isa. 43: 10 , Isa. 44: 6 , Isa. 45: 5-7, 17, Isa. 46: 9-11 /
* Acts 1: 7 / * Eccl. 3: 1-8, 11 / Mark 13: 30-33 / 1 Tim. 1: 17 / Jude 25 / Rev. 21 :6)
The King Of Eternity Gave Me Laser Answers
So That I Would Know of All Matters
That It's All Only A Matter of Time
Yes, All Things Are Set In Time's Prime
Yes, It's All Only A Matter of Time's Size
It All Comes In The Frame As Time Supplies
The Past, The Present & The Future All Relates
It All Devolves Upon The Time That It Takes To Make:
Once Upon A Time:
One Drop of Water Pierced A Stone-Face Into A Smile
One Step Then Another Paced A Walk, A Million Miles
One Speck of Dust Then Another Made Earth's Mosaic-Tiles
... of Pebbles Into Boulders Until The Many Mountains Piled
& A Child Grew From An Embryo, As One Cell Multiplied
All In A Matter of Time's Length & Scope & Steady Strides
Once Upon A Time:
One Thread Joined Another Until Its Sewn Into A Fashion Style
& Years Reached The Hour's Stroke That Heralded End of Trials
Each Separate Instant As It Happened - Produced History's Files
See - Its All Only A Matter of Time, All The While
There Is A Time For Every Matter & A Time For Every Thing
It's All Only A Matter of Time's Space, Track & Sync
So It's Only A Matter of Minutes In The Continuum of Time
'Til We'll Meet The Moment - All Is Divine
Whether Its A Hard Conclusion or An Easy Climb
Whether Infinity Is Curved or In A Strict, Straight Line
Whether We Fail To Find Our Own Finally Arrived Sign
Or The Start & A Stop & In The Middle That Binds
Its All Only In A Matter of Time ...
Whether That's To Catch Ocean Waves or A Winds Cadence
Or To Fly Thru Galaxies By The Speed of Light's Radiance
Time Is Ever Moving Forward & Spreading In The Distance
Time Has No Break & Man Can't Hold Time With Resistance
Time Is A Touchstone, That A Traveler Uses As A Chart
Minutes Are Modes of Transport, In Time's Non-Stop March
A Moment Is Only A Motion, of Emotional Import
Yet Whether Its Digital or Analog or Of A Sundial Sort
We Can Touch Time - From Our Own Back-Porch
Time of Itself Is An Interval ... & Time Is A Track
One Can't Rewind Actions & Time Won't Run Back
(Unless of Course GOD Himself Designates That Act)
But Time Is Organized & A Tamper-Proof-Fact
(Part 1 of 3)
Written & Copyrighted © : 9/9/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
It has come to this,
we’re in all time bliss,
be it day or night,
unending delight.
Within body prism,
divine magnetism
pulsates as it likes;
rapture often spikes.
Bliss caress sublime,
sounds a rhythmic chime,
holding focus still,
aligned with God's will.
We no longer sigh
on moments gone by,
living in the now,
as bliss beats endow.
God's grace designates,
light that emanates
from the core of form,
felt as a bliss storm.
We write to confirm
these truths we affirm,
are ours to now claim,
if heart's free from stain.
To be thus self-taught,
simply gentle thought,
Flowing like the breeze,
with nonchalant ease.
12-April-2023
Each religion has its own ideology
Its own house of worship
It has its own dialect,
It is bounded by
its own rites and rituals
Its own drama and myth
It has its own justice system
Its distinct way of atonement
Its own unique style,
It is partial and onerous,
It promises heaven in afterlife
but creates living hell on earth.
It demands total obedience,
Total reverence
It defers explanation
It defies reasoning
It professes eternal life
and exacts strict wages;
Each religion has its own
interpretation of God
Each has a special pathway to heaven
Each designates dire caveat for hell.
Love, on the other hand, is free,
Free of all nuisances
Free of all boundaries
Free of all rites and rituals
Free of all race and creed,
It speaks with the eyes
Listens with the heart,
It only seeks soul mates,
It is universal
It encompasses all
and excludes none.
Love is but Love;
Love just happens,
There’s no beginning
And once began
there’s no ending.
True Love is omnipotent
It is omniscient
It is omnipresent.
~Religion and/or Philosophy contest by Kai Michael Newmann
Emotion to the top
Spreading fire, spreading the spirit
Looksee what it designates
Moving with the head beat
Slicing like thin clouds
Alternative
Speech marks, going to the clouds
Slicing like rain on a glass window
Why can I feel this?
Like normal, like longer.
Etiquette charm endearance
Fire like smokey joe
Belonging
Singing
Believing
Reality
What’s so special about a whole year?
Aside from the birthdays we hold dear.
January represents the start of something new,
so you can forget all the things you have been through.
February designates when lovers can officially share,
just how much that they truly care.
March declares that with green we must adorn,
as St. Patrick would have worn.
April witnesses the falling of showers,
and blooming of pretty flowers.
May praises the one sent to save,
by overcoming death, hell and the grave.
June grants all Fathers a special day,
for the vital role they play.
July remembers the birth of a great nation,
by hosting a fireworks celebration.
August welcomes kids back to the school,
thus remember the golden rule.
September commemorates the soldiers that serve,
our respect they unquestionably deserve.
October ushers in what we call Halloween,
costume clad kids are sure to be seen.
November allows Families to gather together,
and give thanks despite the weather.
December summons the world to sing,
in honor of the newborn king.
It will go by quick is what I fear,
so what’s so special about a whole year?
As I bow down to illustrate gallantry, people bend me more
I become honest in every aspect, I become wretched and poor
I practice self-restraint, society designates me backward
I walk in path of nobility, only anguish and agony over shroud
I crave for an ounce of happiness to be jolly and merry
But it adds to fire by kindling onslaught to tons of misery
I perceive rouges miles away from virtues enjoy fruits of your creation
More they indulge immorality, you recompense them again and again.
I have nothing but to reconcile for what I have been destined
At least I am better than the other when I compare in vivid.
14TH AUG 15
Human Malady
Everything has it's time
When an event is ripe
Nothing can elude it
As the chiming of a clock
Designates a specific time of day
So events in our lives
Yesterday is history
Today is here, alive with us
Tomorrow is pregnant, unknown
No matter our escapade, life goes on
We have a task, not to be bogged down
By events, negative or positive
It is a malady all mortals must live through.
And, if we are strong enough
Bearing in mind, as we know
The weather has many different seasons
Every season has it's timing
Then, we can be sure
To go through life's maladies prepared.
All in lies
and to hope betrayed
this human prayer
in requests of faith
holds the precipice to its heart
All divest by such noncommittal love
all broken by the dreamings of
but to its feet lays petition
for the signatures of psychopaths
All becomes contrary to the heart
endorsement beneath threat
to stand alone
with all this frigid hate
Corpses by numbers capitulate
compiled in easy flippant verbiage
designates a willful slaughter
for all the love of peace
and with petty price elucidate
the why-fores agony
wherefores impartiality
signed away by sociopaths
So all becomes this frigid hate
and ruled by the secular dictators of death
a human prayer
in requests of faith
holds the precipice to its heart