Best Dexterously Poems
It is hard to really tell you
The beauty of this man
For many simply find it
Too hard to understand
They laugh, they smile, and tease
As I describe his every being
They just can’t fully see
The splendor that I’m seeing
Though he is just a character
I really can care less
He is real in this crazy heart of mine
So give your teasing a rest!
His hair is black as ebony
His voice as smooth as milk
It reminds me of dark chocolate sliding across oiled silk
His face is pale and serious
With black eyes that pierce your own
His grimness makes me envious
In this world he is alone
His nose is hooked—but not too much!
And his rare smiles are divine
His black robes add a vicarious touch
I wish he could be mine!
As far as personality goes,
I say, he’s quite the charmer!
Dexterously shielded by a past of foes
Beneath his shame of honor
Sometimes he’s angry, but mostly glum
Rarely is he content
He lost his love, cold and lonesome
Sarcasm is his lament!
Alone he lingers in the dark
Torn and set apart
No one knows he has left a mark
Right smack-dab on my heart!
I stared intently at book and screen
When they first came on
Every word he utters is like a dream
And then again—he’s gone!
Nevertheless he leaves me
With a feeling so grand
At loss of words from the awe he gives me
A joy that no one understands
Can I help but swoon and gape,
At the great professor Severus Snape?
*Note: Although Alan Rickman is a contributing factor to my obsession,
I’m seriously just in love with the character…and that is my confession!
Categories:
dexterously, dedication, love, me,
Form:
Ode
Three crosses stood still that faithful day
As the skies sadly wept a guilted grey
On the highest hill they would be seen
By Roman ruled eyes that did demean
The middle cross covered in rustic red
Where the calamitous Christ’s blood sacrificed shed
The lachrymal lamb dies for our shameless sins
As the whispering winds wind and the sky dims
The christened cross made thus Divine
For the Christ awaits Ascension to His Holy shrine
The weathered wood of dogmatic Destiny
Dexterously dismantled while bereaving blessedly
The Christ carefully put in a timeless tomb
With His Loving Light creates a new womb.
March.26.2016
A Happy Easter
From (:^WW^:)
Categories:
dexterously, celebration, christian, destiny, easter,
Form:
Sonnet
In England’s pleasant pastures amid the free wild flowers
Lie pagan ways the wise ones do not mock
And one adept at harnessing these ancient rural powers
Was Oggwool Fleece, the black sheep of the flock
Oggwool was old, much older than the old oak it was said
Beneath whose boughs the dark sheep’s plans are sealed
‘Twas said the sheep had come back from the other side of dead
With the darkness in that corner of the field.
The farm hands better knew to venture in the oak’s strange shade
Or to the long grass that the darkness gripped
Where Oggwool lurked amid the spells and potions he had made
A sheep unshorn and magically undipped.
Not limited by four hooves in working his deft skill
Unhindered in ambitious sheepish plans
Harnessing the dark elves to do his dark sheep will
Dexterously with little dark elf hands.
From that darkened corner of that English country field
His influence extends itself outside
His arcane woolly web through which his mystic powers wield
Reaching parts and persons spread worldwide
He has extensive vineyards in Italy and Spain,
He has mining operations in Peru
He owns a flock of ostriches down in the Ukraine
(Although he never quite intended to)
He’s engineering world events on scales beyond the ken
He has his hooves in business of all kinds
He interferes remorselessly in world affairs of men
With night-time thoughts drip-fed to human minds
Little green men fly through space in saucers flat and round
On interstellar missions without cease
But on their furthest journey yet, their enterprise is bound
To the ever growing plans of Oggwool Fleece
The politicians spin their words and armies shoulder arms
And yet do not beyond their small acts see
But Oggwool Fleece with thistle skills and other sheepwise charms
Is planning how to rule a galaxy!
Categories:
dexterously, adventure, animals, business, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
Three crosses stood still that faithful day
As the skies sadly wept a guilted grey
On the highest hill, they would be seen
Ruled by Roman eyes that did demean
The middle cross covered in a rustic red
Where the blood of Christ, sacrificed shed
The limpid lamb died for our shameless sins
With whispering winds spun by Angels wings
The Christened cross was made thus Divine
For Christ awaited ascension to the Holy Shrine
And the weathered wood of dogmatic Destiny
Dexterously dismantled bereaving blessedly
Christ was carefully rested in a timeless tomb
As His Loving Light created a newly found womb.
Revamped from an older poem...
Feb.27.2019
Cross - Your Interpretation
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Categories:
dexterously, christian, easter, jesus, spiritual,
Form:
Sonnet
Le Mot Juste
The right word indeed is what we poets always seek
As we use our imaginations in finding and identifying
A theme of interest and one that allows us to work and
To weave a tapestry of poetic virtue and enchantment.
The right word for the sake of poetic discussion can be
A singular word, two or three words, or even a group of
Words; yet it is how the word or words are placed in
Verses which account for proper emphasis and nuance.
The right word gives us that certain image or metaphor
So necessary as we dexterously process artistic thoughts
Which meld into verses conveying a wondrous message
To our readers yearning for the magic that poetry brings.
The right word often sets the tone and tenor of each verse
And as we consider the desired effect of each verse as it
Flows and follows or interlocks with the other verses in
A poem—the tone and tenor attributes are quite important.
Using the right word impacts what we say and how we say
It and how our poetic thoughts may or may not be correctly
Understood, which means “Words Count” always—and we
Poets should consider their effect in portraying our message.
Le Mot Juste in the French language very exquisitely means
“The Right Word” and seemed appropriate as the title for this
Poem to emphasize the critical nature of using the right word
As we poets seek to make our thoughts known to the public.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved – April 28, 2015
(Narrative Quatrain)
*The poem appears in my new poetry book with a release date of
February 3, 2015.
Categories:
dexterously, allegory, assonance, imagery, metaphor,
Form:
Quatrain
Sitting in the spectacular shingle beach,
While the waves in the seemingly endless sea gives its speech,
And the winds smoothly whispering in my ears,
As it plays with my once kempt hairs.
The salty lips of the sea kisses the sand roughly,
Swirling and whirling as the tide changes freely,
The sun, in a fiery orb’s move is deft,
Slowly setting and there are a few swallows left.
The sky consists of an assortment of shades,
A blend of reds, oranges and yellows,
The humming waters dexterously reflecting this effect,
As the sun looks like it is receding into the water sect.
The contrast created between dark waters,
And the kaleidoscopic luminous skies,
Makes the semi spherical horizon look like two meeting worlds,
The known and the unknown creations.
Categories:
dexterously, beach, places,
Form:
Rhyme
Hand in hand with the breaking pink light of dawn,
A light east breeze dances on tiptoes upon the water’s surface.
I stand on the wooden deck, looking out onto the quiet bay,
Scattered boats gently sway in their moorings.
Making me feel like I am flying amongst them - a bird on a wing,
Flocks of terns swoop and rise in graceful circles close beside me.
Dexterously stepping over the green covered rocks on the shore, three white egrets are here too;
They keenly pick out their breakfast in the lapping tide.
With a swoop and fall, a cormorant dives deftly into the water and disappears,
Moments later the bird emerges several metres away as if out of nowhere.
In a display of alternating flashes of grey and brilliant white,
Plovers so small and so swift turn and glide in controlled unison.
I glance northwards towards a distant gentle hum,
There great ships are silhouetted in the waking harbour.
I stand and breathe in true appreciation;
Oh, the magnificent beauty of this new day.
Categories:
dexterously, places, sea, light, bird,
Form:
Yawn said Saudi Arabian prawn in a bin liner watching a cake. Chopping cutting cuticles cubicles clubbing clang clanging clam. Drama is not an item in a scene. It is merely to disguise battling molluscs and lettuces in flowery beds. Aroma of lemons should never play on a boat in a bath that is less than five metres wise. Traitor training tapping tuning turboprop. And fish wave peas around in the air. Quite quickly and dramatically but the Ukraine is a base for a nine mineralised lake of great ice. But ice cream is a bad idea for it can run away thus leaping down cliff paths dexterously. How rather incredible. Wow. Questions should be delivered in an atmosphere of greatness as flotation is great in bins don't change dams and beavers enjoy 'other' beavers company in turbulent carpet writhes or under prettily patterned summer dresses. Bomb then. Themselves. Turn thrice a pitch. Good. Poignancy of a branch. *** geraniums grabbing gators. Gatorades. Hahahaha now go kiss a fragrance. *** cordiality coughing chews chant chant chant. Xxxx confrontationally. Peanut dome equals z.
Categories:
dexterously, baby,
Form:
Sun smiled, rain roared, pleasant did earth smell
The God threw something like a bell
When on the blanket like sky it fell
Unfurled an awesome arc sounding like a bomb shell
Seven streaks of glistening light rays the following did spell
“I am, (Speaks the following)
Almighty’s aesthetic amazing artifact
Big Brother’s* blazing bright billboard
Controller’s covenantal communication
Designer’s dexterously depicted dove**
Everlasting evergreen evidence electrified
Father’s finely featured fingerprints
God’s grace in grandeur given
His Highness’s happy herald
Immanuel’s instant innerness indicator
Joy of Jerusalem’s Judge
King of king’s knitted kite
Liberator’s lovely lit lustrous lamp
Maker’s marvelous memorable mark
Neatly noted noteworthy news
Omnipotent’s overflowing olive oil
Provider’s prominent personally painted poster
Quaint quote from a ***** quill
Restorer’s remarkable remark represented
Sovereign’s seven superb single signature
Triune’s thoughtful theme that trickled
Ubiquitous, ulterior useful umbrella
Venerable visible vertical verdict
Word’s wonder working wallpaper
Xaviour’s excellent xylophone
Yaweh’s yester years yell
Zion Dweller zealously zips protecting you through me.
Ohoooops! I am the Rainbow.”
*Christ is our elder Brother **symbol of peace
Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you
will not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed,” says the LORD, who has compassion
on you. Isaiah 54:10
Categories:
dexterously, naturepeace, peace,
Form:
Free verse
The Cloud Messenger
(On reading Meghadootam of Kalidasa)
Words fail to describe its exceeding beauty
Immortalized by the poet of matchless ability
Whose pen danced to the tunes of melody
That conferred on it the status of a celebrity.
Anyone with fondness for outstanding verse
Will at once fall in love with this masterpiece
Each stanza of this great grand composition
Offers immense joy that defies all explanation.
The pining of a lover separated from his love
So dexterously woven in a garland of verse
Depicts eloquently the best of emotive craze
Finds no equivalent in the sphere of literature.
Each word of the classic thoughtfully chosen
Stays untouched to be altered for no reason
The classic language in its finest expression
Makes the poet peerless among the pantheon.
Reading it is a constant source of enjoyment
Delving deep into it is a splendid excitement
Memorizing it is a praiseworthy achievement
And musing on its beauty is sheer merriment.
Categories:
dexterously, beauty, loneliness, longing, missing,
Form:
Free verse
As they leave
They leave with us nothing but an empty
Treasure to treasure which even Judas Iscariot
The disciple’s Treasure cannot measure
And treasure with pleasure.
As they leave,
They victimize and they seize with impunity
And dishonour students’ union leader’s certificates
Since 2000,for leading peaceful protest
Within and outside campus
As they leave,
They leave with stains of blood of 17 pensioners
And their other colleagues in their hands
While younger colleagues and students mere
Exist like living corpses
They vindictively sack staff who tell them
The naked truth and seize food from their families
As they leave,
They leave with our monetised vehicles and valuables
Monetisation another coinage for stealing people’s
Goods and properties
As they leave,
They relish and enjoy destroying people’s lives
And careers, giggling, later, dexterously smiling
And suddenly laughing hysterically like a naked
Beautifully handsome man dancing to no particular
Beat in Dugbe market
As they leave,
They leave with us fusion of confusion
Sensational exploitation and victimization
Intimidation and bastardization of the then
Glorious University of Ibadan culture and traditon
As they leave,
They leave thinking that their evil deeds will
Be buried and buried with them secretly
Alas!!…the wind has blown and the buttocks
Of the mother-hen is exposed.
Alayande Stephen. T
20th,September,2005
6.00am
Categories:
dexterously, adventure, allegory, education, history,
Form:
Precious creole from a Caribbean haven,
she that inhabits the vacuum of my heart.
Your kiss can quell a heart laden with fury,
to save regiments from a scene of carnage.
A man's long life span of five score and seven
is nothing more than a fruitless lengthy age
in comparison with few seconds with thee.
Nothing else can inflict as much injury
as a minute second your departure
from a heart you have so pierced with Cupid's dart.
Yes my love, you are dexterously fashioned
by divine hands, distinct from every creature.
Nothing at all in this whole world gladdens me
like my love you have so graciously returned.
Categories:
dexterously, love,
Form:
Now I have a poetess student
Who amazes me with her endowment
A great dream she craves, for attainment
Now, a mature girl with great excitement
Knitter! In thy lines an adorable adornment
Whao! My sight is glued to that embellishment
Oh! I vividly see the imminent accomplishment
Poised with thy pen, enjoying each poetic moment
Relishing the prospect of making real thy intent
Each line of this budding poetess, an ornament
Crafted dexterously, each glowing content
I'm lost baby,in that rhythmic movement
Outstanding, thy skills in each segment
Underway, I see thy self- fulfilment
See each line like fluorescent
Each line of the poem is dedicated to my beloved student, Nwankwo Precious.
Categories:
dexterously, art, imagination, inspiration, motivation,
Form:
Acrostic
TIGERS LIVING FREE
Spectacular symmetry of gold and black
Audacious magnificent movements
Unique elegance in gait
Musical in natural tranquility
Grandeur of kingly expression
Commands awesome reverence
Masculine in its dazzling sense
The power and beauty of wilderness
Rosy petal soft tongue lick
And shines the glossy black lip
Never think what happens in the world
Neither greedy nor jealous
Satiate with a deer ordained by the Creator
Never kill even a silly hare except for food
Gentle masculine in temperance
A kid can manage if the hunger is over
Responsible lovely father;
Plays with the kids; imparts training
Cleverly springs up on the prey
Up in the air like a Dancer Nobel
Vigilant observer of boundless empire;
Radar tracker of micro movements
Disturbance of breeze on grass and leaves
And dexterously detect even the fall of mane or fur
Undaunted son of nature serenely enjoy life
Sans thinking of tomorrow
No stress or strain of indefinite busy human life
It is jubilant to watch from a towering branch
Never trespass the civilian domain
Nor attack sans reason
Yet chased and hunted by the ostensible civilized beast
An innocent prey of treacherous brutal assault
21. 08. 2013
the civilized beast= man
Categories:
dexterously, beauty, courage, nature, power,
Form:
Verse
The ball of energy that is inside God,
Created the world in six days,
On the seventh day, pumped full of Adrenalin,
He mused in the heavens and plays,
The harpsichord, all covered in gold,
The lilting sound displays,
The mastery that is within a God,
The lasting sound a bouquet,
Of notes, in perfect tune,
That dexterously obey,
Lulling the God within,
To relax and enjoy the day.
25/10/2018
Categories:
dexterously, dream,
Form:
Rhyme