Best Direction Poems
In leaving God
The west got
Lost
The rest of
History will
Tell great loss
A world of
Sorrows
And spiritual
Costs
I hope you smile, when you remember me.
Once a fleeting while, a thought of what could be.
I don’t mind the pain, a dulling sense of being.
Omnipotence to gain, yet a constant thought of fleeing.
Staring down the side, an end to the world.
Animosity has died, leaving a story unfurled.
Mass graves of meaning, an era destroyed unsurely.
A solemn act of weaning, a malicious act purely.
Mountains give way, oceans part in calamity.
Though a faith cannot say, there’s the feeling of amity.
An endless fire dies, left by the sick and twisted.
A prediction of lies, herding the weak to the wicked.
I remain once involved, longing for her last look.
A naive puzzle solved, scribbled hastily in a dusty book.
With nothing living behind,the sun shines tempestuously.
Longing to find, an angels breath held boundlessly.
Searching inward to reveal,I’m but just another lost soul.
Time moves forward forgetting to heal, a heart that is no longer whole.
Hearing an existential voice, a shouting that echoes emptiness.
A devastating choice, paving a way to cheerfulness.
I hear an ungodly choir, singing only to me.
A now extinct fire, laying at her effigy.
The girl I remember, promised no one could hurt us.
A subtle December, exposing a melting frozen truss.
A harrowing escape, not deserving of trust.
A grasp of the nape, turning all to dust.
When I had just turned nineteen,
I then caught the travel bug.
The urge to travel the world,
was similar to any drug.
But I lived in a country town;
quite green and very naive,
and the world is a big place
that was hard for me to perceive.
First stop was merry old England,
and tap into warm English beer,
when visiting small country pubs -
I could do this as a career.
It was in the village Woolston,
imbibing on a local brew.
And after drinking two pints,
I near made a fatal blue.
At least I have recovered.
I no longer eat with a straw,
but it was a lesson I learned,
and one I will never ignore.
Two ladies entered the pub,
who’d really let themselves go.
Weight-watchers is needed by them,
but I’m not letting them know.
They sat at a table close by.
I'll declare the converse I heard,
was English spoken as such,
I could not understand a word.
Then a sheer misunderstanding,
from a question I posed to them;
‘are you two Ladies from Ireland?’
that started all of the mayhem.
One snarled at me ‘Wales dumbo!’
And from that was my big mistake.
‘Are you two whales from Ireland?’
From then I’m no longer awake.
resisting change
has not
done me
any favors
losing track
how times evolve
perpetually convinced
that my priorities
line up
yet neglecting
to reevaluate
my brain kept in a fog
I’m quite delusional
reluctant to question
my ways of being askew
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
"Heart sets up vibration echoing wordless intent, mind translates in symbols
the flight of our soul’s ascent ! "
Where does the wind blow through when the soul is having its drink?
Intent on learning, living, giving, receiving, how does it come to glow?
If the stirrings of the soul are mayhap God's way of conferring, lets sink
into the abysses of His love agape and sip from the fountain of His know!
Does ascension of the soul happen while on earth or does it begin up there?
Are we aiming to grow like wild weeds, between the cracks of a sidewalk?
If the waterwheel of life is being turned by an invisible hand from thin air,
then we must be Kenetic energy, just like the water that falls by the clock.
Oh how our lives glow when we choose to take one single step for mankind
Oh how our hearts grow wise as we choose to live through Avian connection
Where does the wind blow through each time we are being loving and kind?
If stirrings of the soul mean ascension then we better give it good direction !
Morals, Morality and Ethical Direction…
We often hear of morals, morality and ethical direction.
What they mean, I suppose, is “one’s discretion.”
Very seldom, is anything from the Bible being heard.
Why obey God’s commandments? Why, that’s absurd!
Many claim, that as adults, just about anything is “o.k.”
As long as you don’t do what they do, but what they say!
Many are “bombarded” with sexual type of temptations…
Often leading many to get into perverse addictions!
We set up boards of people to try to be “ethically clean.”
When it comes down to it…
What does this really mean?
Can a person be totally immoral, but 100% ethical?’
Does this, in some way, seem kind of “heretical?”
Why believe in God? He’s been ruled
“unconstitutional.”
While many listen to the news,
which is often “delusional!”
We hear of perversions, that are often “glorified.”
Do we hear of those wanting
to be Godly sanctified?
If you’re confused, and need some kind of spiritual guide!
Look to God’s word! He has nothing to hide!
The kind of morality and ethics that you’ll ever need…
Can be found in the Bible! Open it and read!
Why not read from Genesis through Revelation?
We can all find what we need! Across our nation!
God and his word give us a true moral compass for living!
His life for our own lives, is what he’s freely giving!
Won’t you come to Jesus for godly direction today?
He is here! And wants to help you find HIS way!
By Jim Pemberton
One Direction is the best pop group ever,
In lyrics and harmonies they are strong;
They take me to a place better than words,
It is to them that I happily belong.
They are all beautiful to me,
But Zayn is my favourite right now,
I am in the clouds when I see him,
He’s my you and I, to him I bow.
Louis and Niall are footballers, fireproof,
And Zayn does graffiti in public spaces,
It’s not fools gold to create known meanings,
To rock almost anyone in different places.
But Harry was popular instantly, kiss you,
Little things he did meant that many he excited;
So many teens over and over again,
Such that summer love was ignited.
Previously, I would like Liam the best,
Because he had that one thing for me,
He is sporty and lived while he was young,
A heart attack was just waiting for me to be.
But now its gotta be you, Zayn,
Your vocal runs are something great,
I wish that you’d write about your art and creativity,
When no control is your date.
C’mon c’mon One Direction,
Reunite once more and wear that little black dress,
No little white lies about why you can’t,
Don't forget where you belong, just say yes.
22/9/2015
I hesitated to post this one, because I'm somewhat embarrassed about liking One Direction. But it's better to be what you are than to be somebody else. So I'm happy to admit with both my hands up, I like One Direction.
(you may notice that there's the title of one of their songs in every line)
Her license plate read, "Look Up"
Heaven blessed her dirty tires
As she rolled along highways
Clinging to her faith
(how well I could play)
in a straight forward way;
simplifying it, making it more pure
in a clear sound, turning it up
and bearing down...
there'd be distortion, red-anger, punk-blue,
get it up tough, keep it going,
'cause I didn't know what else to do.
at fifteen I was unreasonably accomplished
with those long dynamic echo-delayed riffs;
at eleven I was sleeping in the back of a car
surrounded by books an amp and a guitar,
rolling around with the sound of
a welt chord, a grace note, Henry Miller and Nietzsche;
laying-down these upholstery-songs in the summer of seventy-eight
where reverb was explored beyond the return of counter-culture,
going 'round the bend, headed in a back-words direction again
God's most beautiful guardian angels come down,
they descend from the heavens, each one in white gown;
with their spirit, they guide me...my heart, soul, and mind.
These sweet, gentle white angels embrace me; I find
I can see them but often are blurs undefined;
angels lead me, are with me through my every day.
I can see them in beauty of life's sweet ballet
every new day unfolds with its bright morning ray
until nighttime delivers dark sky, stars, and Moon.
I can feel them nearby when I'm writing, commune
with their spirit, my deep thoughts instinctively tune
in their river of insights where artistry streams.
And wherever I am, within night or daydreams,
inspiration flows from them in glorious beams
glowing warm, kindling bright for my choices to see.
God's most beautiful creatures of angels help me;
both when seen and when hidden they fly, guarantee
angel love and direction...sunup till sundown.
With their spirit, they guide me...my heart, soul, and mind.
Angels lead me, are with me through my every day
until nighttime delivers dark sky, stars, and Moon.
In their river of insights where artistry streams,
glowing warm, kindling bright for my choices to see,
angel love and direction...sunup till sundown.
Sandra M. Haight
~First Place~
Premiere Contest: Crown Of Couplets
Sponsor: Catie Lindsay
Judged: 07/30/2016
Anapestic Tetrameter
12 syllables and 4 feet per line
I am a lost person, but I am not alone.
I make choices in my life and I choose to let go.
I need a change of space, and my lyrical notes,
The beauty and the face should fade, but more I want to grow.
The nobility in life is sad, when madness is a nuisance and insanity a fad.
I have some regrets, some I can't forget,
but If I can't forgive myself, then who will forgive my sins?
I'll give it my all, and pray I win.
I'll keep my heart locked and throw away the key,
never let anyone inside, so I can remain free.
Can I question a higher power, or would I be dead,
The scum of the earth, creating poetry that is read,
by the mindless masses, blaming the heart to death,
I hope this will heal me, burning the past,
The beauty in the innocence, never really lasts.
I have a feeling tonight will open my eyes,
and guide me too the light instead of lies.
I'm praying to god that you are how I think you are,
because I need compassion, not just a broken heart.
I don't know why I like you, but you seem to close to part.
Please don't leave me here, surrounded in the dark.
In time arrow’s one way course the winds of change blow,
wafting from the fading end to an unknown another new,
the thrust of transformation they get from the power
the spurt of history gives that goes on increasing ever.
The direction toward the world order received from
the compass of current events can’t ever be altered,
the intent it inscribes on the social landscape page,
the crafty world leaders design, is difficult to change.
Mankind strives to shed the unwanted old grimes,
like the autumn dry leaves the wind sweeps away,
bury under the sand layers of senile forgotten time,
but they rise in new forms in authoritarian regimes.
Indomitable spirit emerges from the debris of history,
new generations of belief and value emanate strong,
like escalating momentum of human rights paradigm
that’ll succeed if ever it can defy the vested interests.
,
The time arrow strikes hard with manipulated wrath,
transforms fast and invariably the vulnerable core
of the traditional society proud of integrity and unity,
imperceptibly into one of intolerance and hostility.
The conventional concept of herd living in free world
changes to isolationism with disintegrated families,
evolving into self-destructive fragile breed, collapsing
under psychic stress of changing times of uncertainty.
If the maneuvered course of post-cold war geopolitics
demolishes the critical balance of power and authority,
weaker nations will turn into mute and powerless pawns
in the game of chess, its rule devised by new world order.
___________________
April 20, 2022
Contest : New World Order
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
Love's Direction
Love is like,
a balloon in flight
It comes floating your way,
for a single second
Changes direction,
if it's not caught.
Where do you go when there's nothing left of yourself to give to love someone who is always changing directions? Leaving you picking up the pieces over and over again. While you wait for them to give you all of their heart. Is it fair that every night you go to bed alone? Crying and Praying for them to be there with you. Holding you in their arms and hearing them say I love you and everything will be ok. I'm here to love and help you. Only to find out the next morning their gone again. leaving you think its time to change direction in your life that you deserve better. While they never saw it coming to an end. You did by putting your heart back together again for the last time and getting over them. For the last time Your changing direction in your own life by taking back control of your heart . Never letting them know they could have had the best of you. If they would have just realized you needed them to be there for you.
There was
a compass rose
and a north star
when i begin my path
neither lead me to you
then i looked
inside my heart
and ask my self
where were you
and upon the question
there was you under my eyez
what a blessing