Best Devising Poems
Once again without my lover;
a cold moon is soon to be
For this I have some tension and
anxiety...
If only then I knew
that here would be a twist,
For once there was and now because...
gazing at the mist.
The moon will keep on rising,
stiff my bones become.
This weeping soul; I loved that troll,
freeze sets in; I'm numb.
Will huddle to the morning,
alone I'm here and older.
From the bites of nippy nights,
feeling so much colder.
Be still, retrace eternal grace-
the nights of making love.
So I stir with me you were...
the man unworthy of.
Thus it will keep rising,
as memories return.
Once the cold is bitter,
maybe then I'll learn.
Dear it haunts me truely,
my first, my very last.
The moon it spun- the damage done;
lost love from in the past.
Understanding a mere branding,
revising such disguising.
Never knew I'd be so blue from this
cold moon rising.
You loved me very much,
whilst laying in my bed.
For the day- I'll be OK,
now think you must be dead.
Here it did so take me-
again a night of gloom.
For me was cold- the love you told
reminiscence of thee ruin.
Somehow I must escape this;
to break the loop of woe.
For heavy is the burden,
due to weight I tow.
So looking at the future,
marriage- he's devising.
Will he miss the past of bliss,
through a cold moon rising...
22/03/19 1. Cold Moon Rising, Pick A Title, Vol. 2 - Rhyme - Poetry Contest- Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Forever lost in space and time,
These stagnant seconds are divine.
With steady hand and shaky mind,
Pursuing something we’ll never find.
Drawn out hours that never cease,
The mental crypt allows no release.
Passing moments as best we can,
Devising yet another ill-thought plan.
Time stands still for those that wait,
Unable to face their looming fate.
Evading restrictions of endless rules;
Brushing shoulders with mindless fools.
Forever lost in space and time,
Those static seconds were divine.
Forever wishing we could rewind:
This is the delusion of our kind.
I am a man not at all eternal,
but eternally deep as my soul is rising.
I am devising my demise;
I am breaking my disguises with my own bleeding fists.
I am having fits of madness, and my madness is joy.
Oh, what joy there is in madness.
Truly, when you see the sadness for what it is:
God flipping coins over your head
and it is a coin with only heads,
while you keep making the wrong call-I tell you no tales,
these spells are for your ills, my friend.
Take my hand and swallow that bitter medicine,
for together we go into madness.
I'll light the way, for I tread here every day.
I have made my home in hell
and found joy at the top of my head.
As long as various people run various nations
There will forever be war
What the world needs is one leader
A common man who believes in the working class
As well as the Lord
Instead of one Nation under God
Lets make it one World under God
And just let each individual decide what he or she wishes to call that God
So I here by nominate our dear friend Vince Suzadail Jr.
The first candidate of the new world order
He seems to have the best Political views I’ve heard
And I think he alone could do a much better job
Than all the leaders of all the nations are doing
At least I’m certain he couldn’t do any worse
And that way all the super intelligent people devising ways
Of destroying our world
Could find something more constructive to spend their time on
Like raising a crop or milking a cow
Saving a child or helping elderly with their needs
There are plenty of folk who need a hand
Lets all start offering them ours instead of cutting theirs off
I’m just a simple man
My actual world is very small
My family, friends and neighbors
I love you all and hope you know I’ll do anything for you I can
There is no malevolence left in me
I know how to make and use a shank, zip gun or small explosive
But I’ve learned not to
For I’ve learned to think with my heart and soul
They do a much better job than my mind
I just wish the great minds of the world
Were smart enough
To figure out what I have
And learn to love with all of their hearts
I stand here as I am
I do not attempt to deny or save face
Still I seek his embrace
Knowing not if this dream I chase is covered by his grace
Still I stand
Devising plans of success for everyone around me
Left alone to watch my people sleep
Not wanting to change or bind the frame of your existence
Rather you would want to miss this
So you can claim you did not know
Or could not see
But he is the air you breathe
Lie to me
I will not cease to be
But become a phoenix
See this fire encompasses me
And for all eternity id rather seek to find a king
Then settle for this blasphemy being offered to me.
I have come to bring truth
Motivation to the masses
If and only if they seek to grasp it
Understand being beyond a feeling
Devotion rising above religion
What is the point of it if you spend your nights whipping tears from your eyes
That is not the mercy that has been promised to me
Nor will I sit here believing I can fly when I have not the wings to carry me
Like the dwindling of a legacy
The empire falls
Even when it is hidden behind four walls
Because if I am not good within me
who can I be to the people he brings
Ask yourself what it means to be a saved
To find a savior
Consider the mind and its power
And don’t loose sight of the hour
We live in the last days pretending not to feel the change in the air
Weeping of how it is not fair
Yet and still forgetting the connections of energy
And we do surely dispense it
Then try to forget it
But it follows and soon enough we feel hollow
And so I ask what is there left to be saved?
Remember you have to be the change!
The time between the seasons
Takes a joyful leap of hope at brighter tones
An opening curtain for every transition
With excitement for every new vision
It erases lethargy and boredom
While it rolls at God’s natures and wisdom
Dressing up my life in different colors
As I enter each and every opening door
Dressed up in white, yellow, green or blue
I joyfully walk forward on paths whatever its hue
With great preparations, I always make a go
To embrace each life’s season as I pass through
The time between the seasons
Takes a joyful leap of hope in brighter tones
An opening curtain for every transition
With excitement for every new vision
For a time between my life's seasons needs devising
To face lovingly many big surprises it brings
Time between seasons make me always look forward
Great gifts and challenges in life from our Almighty God
The time between the seasons
Takes a joyful leap of hope in brighter tones
An opening curtain for every transition
With excitement for every new vision
July 24,2022 10.28am
"God's love fills me with gratitude" - Quote by author
Gracious Lord with love overflowing while devising,
created this universe mesmerizing
Every single element thoughtfully crafted,
an epitome of beauty, perfectly drafted
For safety our body is covered with skin,
All holes covered by hair, dirt can't go in
Our eyes have outer skin, eyebrows, eyelashes,
disinfectant water cleaning endlessly splashes
He manages internal functions of body
He has given us an automated body
Nature too functions independently
Every thing happens resplendently
Those who can't move like plant and trees
He provides for them, they live in ease
He gave utmost protection to every small seed
To ensure happiness blooms, organisms can breed
He created dynamic mesmerizing world to behold
He has given us much more than what we can hold
He has filled our life with multifarious sounds
Every time we hear them our joy compounds
He gave us variety in food and spices
So that our meal delightfully entices
Variety in his creation deserves acclaim
He ensured no two creatures are same
Still he doesn't boast, he has no ego at all
He works silently, we feel we doing it all
His love gently caresses me
I feel his presence wherever I see
God's love remains same
Whether we love or defame
We are sinning, destroying earth
Still his love has no dearth
Ever caressing wind whispers God loves me
Droplets of rain whisper he cares for me
Whenever I think how much God loves me
I am filled with exhilarating glee
18.07.2021
Four corners.
Stands, four players.
Quarrels of foul cries, collided.
Facing each nemesis into quadrants, divided.
Individuals motivated by objectives.
Devising plans, careful detectives.
Goal to achieve the highest rank, careful steps--discriminate.
Going by the hit-list, tunnel vision, hindrances must eliminate.
Scoping intensely, measuring opponents, methodical evaluation.
Staying alert, mind assessment, sedulous investigation.
Shrill of the first struck, the red bullet--bounces.
Instant reflex, ricochet the shot, violence--denounces.
The King may bend the rules, charges swift modification.
The Pawns are summoned, critical prosecution.
The Bishop prays for the suspects, classified praises, flattery denunciation.
The Queen cradles a heart, each beat rebounds, battery probation.
I've never had a perfect day
but I've always known it's on the horizon
There's forever a part of me
blind that there's hope in the sun rising
I'll never stare too closely
as I'll not see what each day is devising
I've got to just wait for it
what I've not expected is most surprising
A tell tale sign I'm obvious
that I'm not seeing the day is disguising
If it's up to fate to decide
my perfect day includes it's own uprising
(prior to tha ode dee us political stink sans hillary rodham clinton, i scrawled out this poem. her likelihood to grasp to political mantle than considerably greater than fourteen months when another official will help keep america safe and sound from cares and concerns of an uncertain future).
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Bill leave me
Hugh will cause a beloved howel
From him – the divine necromancer with magic dowel
If ambition stirs thee to make presidential bid for we Chelsea
Reverberating throughout terrestrial bowel
Analogous to former reigning supreme ringleader Muhammad Ali!
As an obedient student who crossed his t’s and affixed every “I” with a dot
Although high letter grades this older papa never got
(Undiagnosed anxiety inducing pressure cooker symptoms made me hot)
I recognize brilliance, and thus would immediately cast my lot
From the current secretary of state whose political skills right on spot!
One year hence, this democrat will cast his vote
Without doubt maintaining his party line
No matter campaigners with republican huzzahs will tote
Unable to change opinion of mine
Praying that economic maelstrom she can brazenly smote
If necessary seeking oracle of Delphi for a positive sign
Or devising my own catchy slogan to quote
Common as this generic human dust mote
Whose esprit de corps would to the stratosphere float
Like some over inflated helium filled ballooning goat
Kidding nobody that view from on high depicts sinking American boat!
Please take to heart
From this fellow (among ship of fools)
Who decries special interest groups sway to sabotage and up-end donkey cart
With extreme elephantiasis haunting white house with ghouls
With penchant to undermine sacred constitution with graffiti art!
This Joe schmoe of a lame duck nada so soup per poet
(who idolizes billy eve able applications of a cigar re: monica lewinsky)
would be in awe
And inwardly hee-haw
If this poem affected your name to be on ballot garnering cheers from this paw
And knows that in those random polls made of straw
The former forty second first lady gaga to engender revolutionary thaw!
Know this worlds future is guarded well
cloaked in beliefs, not someones spell
learnig may allow some to understand
what awaits those in the promised land
seeking knowledge of a future yet devised
Won't our childrens visions to be chastised
Instead of devising a plan for what's ahead
allow children to dream in a protected bed
My son is getting older, and he just went back to College, the other day.
But he had enjoyed the summer, by adding a new game to his daily play.
He called it Troll Tipping as daily he targeted another, and wore him out.
By dinner, the Troll would fall asleep, as my son claimed his dessert, so devout.
But wearing out a Troll, is not such an easy thing, so many a night, a Troll got his.
What a shame! But as a resourceful college man, at devising plans he was a whiz.
He offered them a Fun Filled Tip, yes, a way to get others, to do their daily chores.
The cost to each individual Troll, was their sweet dessert, that night, nothing more.
He was doing great, as he ran thru many a Troll, but then our suspicions did unfold.
You see, this bred unrest, as a number of fights started, amongst our beloved Trolls.
Scheming isn’t sharing, so Grandpa Troll had a TALK, life changing, or so it’s told.
But Boys are boys, and desserts were to be had, so he made a new plan, quite bold.
You might say he invented Granny Tipping, yes, now it was MY dessert, on the line.
Now this would be quite simple, for at my age, I can easily, become tiredly inclined.
But the one thing he’d forgot: is how crafty age had made this old one, in her efforts.
As dinner wound down, I cued Grandpa Troll, to help deliver, those delicious desserts.
I told my son, that they were made to be his favorite, simply in honor, of his behalf.
Then I pretended to fall asleep, and he quickly took my dessert, with a joyous laugh.
Then suddenly his eyes grew big! And I awoke, looking him quite clearly, in the eye.
I lied that, I added laxatives and terrible cod liver oil, to my dessert nightly, yes, so sly.
Making them easier to swallow, but if he wanted more dessert, he only had to ASK.
He quickly sped away, to wash that terrible taste, out of his mouth, a daunting task!
And we all had our chance to laugh at him… as the joke was finally on him, at last.
I call this, Bad Behavior Tipping, and from that day to this, he asks for more, at last!
The game seemed to lose its luster that day, yes, manners did a BIG, comeback.
The moral is to politely ask… Playing clever little games… is NEVER for the best!
Good morning mister, of thy kindness to receive,
All groans of yester, thou does seem to reprieve,
With a promise to stir, tinges optimiste do contrive,
Pain’s sphincter lets laughter, it’s another reason to live.
Swaying pyjamas on sling, the autopsy right begins,
Stayed on the bed is a rolling, whom my kitchen concerns,
“Who took that mine bedding, and Ngwaci scantily obtains?
Wanna see me cast the ring, that thine blossom returns?”
The morning prescription taken, I am innocuously abased daily,
To equate with all good men, whose wives possess jealously,
For what woman with a noble token, shirks to lose recklessly?
Taught in the womb that lesson, it break suspicious smiles secretly.
So a frowned fellow I am, and not alone in this generation,
Often silent kicks boom, where behind the driver I myself resign,
Mister, let the news come, you know, cowboys pay to listen,
Devising to forget the theme, but slaughters make to mourn.
A day received with glory, all mine suffer classic deplores,
My stem with a rigorous forgery, in front of the boss affords strange chores,
The cold of June here has a story, then an undeliberate sudden Salsa implores,
My acquittal is my worry, nobody cares to hear the weather course.
Soon ‘t’s time the cycle to restart, wishing a fair friend had that control
remote,
All these woes at will to alleviate, yet as I am, they incur not the respite,
With some spreed daily to hurt, alone I remain, a man of living heart,
I choose to live life when I find it, even if minutes thirty like a concert.
I rise with and as clear as the sun, I return crumbled like muddy earth,
This manner of men taught me none, but the proverbial sways of youth,
What shall I do but a resolve one, tonight, where else to go but Unguth!
Limited of option, I have all mornings mine, even if not couth.
Grab my pen for some strange and let loose,
Mysterious activity, Stonehenge hidden truths,
Boosting the brains roof with rhythm and funky grooves,
Improving thought producing sparks,
Hidden but released from the heart,
Outsmarting light and darkness, atomic quickness,
Removing the minds distress and subconscious mess.
Opened up to visions of visions, witnessing negative conditioning,
living within it, surrounded by blind human beings being ignorant dimwitted earthlings, why?
Third eye seeing reality as it is, or is it a dream?
Am I channeling higher thought through story rhymes writing idioms?
Your systems don't run on this level, where the devil and light battle over the control of upheavals,
The opposite to evil? Are you? Am I?
Is this all an illusion flying by and gone?
I want the answers of higher questioning looking for truth!
Miss understood youth climbing roofs to find skate spots,
I don't know alot, but I seek out jewels of wisdoms,
From imagination coexisting with rhythm I write them,
Without blemish, missions of word searching or straight from the dome?
Wiser written patterns writing unique philosophy unknown to Rome,
Mystic code, quick with power from the summit unloading flow,
Those who follow the inner teacher reach knowing from observing,
This brings serving your learning by seeking wise knowledge,
Stiching my self back together,
Im not saying you have a better life,
Devising an enticing writing, reviving ancient word play in layers,
Dirt occurs to be a top player,
Important to understand the language of the world,
At a later date we may make it,
Alchemist word tribes combined find fine lines, not for the blind,
What kind of writing is this pouring from my vessel as I sail,
Oceans of end less waters, deliver me mail from the almighty mailman.
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 5.8.2016
Warning always knew he was different,
Had some very strange ideas,
Spent a lot of time devising plans,
Told people he could rule the world,
Got himself a job in the government,
Knowing that he could put his plans into action,
Started ordered people about,
Setting up guidelines in society,
They laughed at him and mocked,
But he was determined to succeed,
Even thou nobody would listen,
First was his speed limits on the roads,
“Who does he think he is,” They said,
As they drove fast and furious,
Then he decided no drink driving,
Still, they ignored him even more,
He started to get very angry with them,
“I know how I can control the world,
I’ll put camera’s up on ever street corner,
I can watch them from my office.
“I’ve got them now,” He chuckled,
It will be a network of Internet.
But would they listen? No!
Yet another plan he enforced,
They can pay a fine,
Most people took heed,
But still rebelled,
His power grew even stronger,
Meetings were convened,
He decided to flash his name,
“I am your Warning obey me.”
They ignored!
“What is up with these people,” He thought,
“What do I need to do to make them listen,?
I know! I will insert a chip in their hand,
This way I can follow them where ever they go,
They didn’t obey my orders,
Now! I have all the power I ever wanted,
Warning thought how clever he was,
Now I can rule the world."
22/10/2016