Best Displease Poems
Placid rain gently kisses unblemished windows
as leaves fall in an Autumn breeze.
In the distance cinereal clouds congregate,
converging upon the city's royal citadel.
Oblivious to the storm, adrift in cultural fiction
she sits immersed from the ambience
of the scent of new leaves.
Hypnotised - tranquil words enchant her mind,
as her eyes nonchalantly embrace each paragraph.
Her heart is at peace, relating to each character,
some that make her smile - others that displease her.
Jealous winds blow abundant rain,
like bullets shooting against her window.
Attempting to distract from her infatuation,
but her spirit is an unconquerable fortress.
The world is forgotten to her,
as her soul performs the role
of her favourite character.
Observing to learn through them,
so she can learn about her self.
The final page,
the last sentence,
leads to watery eyes.
For the peace and beauty
she experiences in books,
she does not find in life.
Simple Musings
Silent One
5 October 2017
The congregation eyed him skeptically
Long hair, a beard and sandals on his feet
Beyond his exterior they’d not see
This rambler had just come in from the street
He blessed himself with the sign of the cross
And joined fully in each hymn that was sung
It was soon apparent it was their loss
When he greeted God with a gentle tongue
“Lord, You sent Your Son to roam on this earth
His hair was long and to some seemed unkempt
And when He preached, insults were often hurled
But He was not repelled by their contempt
“And so, Lord, I seek forgiveness for these
Who cannot see beyond the clothes I wear
I’ll not be put down by those I displease
I ask for forgiveness, make them aware
“That Your Son sported sandals and a beard
I ask You judge them not as they judge me”
When the mass ended, the man disappeared
At heaven’s gate his name’s on the marquis
Some of the congregation dwell below
But the homeless man now sits by God’s side
For he had chosen love’s path to follow
Appearances he did never deride
*For Jared's "At First Glance" Contest
Love
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Love approaches and does not scare.
Love bears and does not let go.
Love cares and does not shrink.
Love declares and does not shun.
Love establishes and does not tear down.
Love forgives and does not remind.
Love gives and does not expect.
Love has and does not gloat.
Love hears and does not tell.
Love hopes and does not give up.
Love instills and does not corrupt.
Love joins and does not run over.
Love keeps and does not stray.
Love lives and does not stress.
Love manages and does not control.
Love persuades but does not discourage.
Love proclaims and does not hide.
Love questions and does not badger.
Love rejoices and does not displease.
Love sees and does not condemn.
Love talks and does not defame.
Love understands and does not misconstrue.
Love values and does not insult.
Love wants and does not ignore.
Love XOXOXOX and does not reject.
Love yearns, and does not insist.
Love zaps, and does not destroy.
LET US LOVE ONE ANOTHER.
It’s like a room you sweep and can never get all the dirt out.
Like an important message you can never understand, no matter how loud they shout.
It’s like life that repeats itself over and over again,
When it’s wounded there is no cure.
So why would you want to see it through to the end.
Like a scar you can barely see but you know that it’s there.
Like the memories you forgot yet scared to search elsewhere.
Some say it heals in time, I say no, for it never leaves the mind.
We yearn for happiness and rob ourselves blind,
you compromise and displease yourself to give a peace of mind,
and the moment something arises they neglect all the signs.
It’s like a race you start and can never complete.
It’s like walking into fire but you can’t even see it.
Everyone has a different story or a different blend,
but when something is broken, how can it be mend again?
I should’ve seen that you were trouble right from the start.
I’ve learned so many lessons. Like never to mess with a broken heart,
A future that bares the past requires much more than faith.
A heart that was once broken is fragile and is easier to break.
Form:
I'm often in conflict with childlike creatures
They'd prefer to receive The Truth
in a nicely decorated package
embroidered with flattering designs
presented sweetly to their ears
Perhaps I'll be liked more that way...
I'm always in search of The Way
to be true to oneself in the face of judging souls
They'd easily accept the appearance of things
based on their own needs and wants
discarding the ones which displease them
a screening process that builds up to Hate...
Perhaps I'll never be my True self
as I wade the murky water of unknown territory
shivers running through my core
blinking under the cold emotionless stare
slowly crushing under Expectations from all sides
I may no longer Be Myself
......as in Life's Journey
people only expects you to be the Image of their own needs
A funny movie named Boomerang,
had Eddie, Eartha and quite a gang.
Eartha Kitt was Old Lady Eloise,
namesake for scents and the likes of these.
As an elder owner, her body sang.
Eddie Murphy aimed for the top.
Old Lady Eloise was hot.
He cringed to her love notions
to get a big promotion
but the company exec she was not.
The next day he met the real boss.
All was not a complete loss.
She was a woman fine
that took his total mine
and the job at the top was the cost.
He approached and gave her a line.
She knew who he was all the time.
She gave him some talk
as to their office they walked.
For Eddie, this play was sublime.
Right then appeared Lady Eloise.
Who whispered, “I have no panties.”
While Eddie Murphy turned red
the exec winked and said,
“She’s the one not to displease.”
4/9/18
Limerick Old or New/2883 views
I know in this bonding spark tethered in the nets of clouds,
There is a must to patiently listen to your heart
For once I open my mouth, it will be closed again to your dismay…
I easily am loved by you, yet you swear I do not understand you
That I must fight for you,
As—you may never believe—I do…
That is where your head is…
In a cloud of airy snares,
Waiting for me to fall into the words you long have known I would utter
To spit me down to the ground so I may taste the soil of how wrong I am
You must oppose me at all costs—this I understand!
You must teach me to trust you—that I insanely dare!
Can you believe I have vowed to one day fail to disappoint you,
That one day, in my silence, I will complete you
So all will be revealed in these cloudy traps
As you wait for the next naïve nymph to try her magic in jaded reality
My rays will burst through the immaculate whiteness of your ego
And stun every eye…every mouth that has tasted the soil of your disappointments
They will feel hope, as your snares part from their lives
As you learn to let my warmth teach you -
It does not matter who is wrong and who is right
It does not mean anything to me that I delight or displease you
I easily love you in the temperament of playful nymphs
Who listen as an ancient tree to the breath of safe and sound reality
Ready on the roots of her feet to end the quaking heartaches of fatality
I hear the wind whispering to the trees
while it blows strands of hair into my face;
playful-like, not so intense to displease.
As Autumn's breath morphs into a brisk breeze
and the setting sun weaves crystalline lace;
I hear the wind whispering to the trees.
Magically enchanted raindrops freeze
and snowflakes fall at a quickening pace;
playful-like, not so intense to displease.
A thing of beauty, an optical tease;
as a scarlet sun sinks without a trace,
I hear the wind whispering to the trees.
Observing alternate realities
evolution and blind faith interface;
playful-like, not so intense to displease.
As temperatures drop a few degrees,
a splattering of flakes fall into place.
I hear the wind whispering to the trees;
playful-like, not so intense to displease.
I have dreams and high hopes for the coming new year.
Many aspirations that I must achieve with true ease.
When this year ends and all the madness does cease
I shall bring forth good will without dread nor fear.
O, I shall fall to my knees and love without displease.
Can I be the one to make a difference?
May I take away all life’s sufferance.
My house has needed much improved alteration.
I should paint rooms here and there without complaint.
I know I would enjoy my living space if acquaint
with my new furnishings of my own creative creation.
I shall show myself I can be handy without restraint.
Can I be the one to transform the earth?
May I show myself my treasured worth.
I pray I can take time just for me to write poetry
more often so I can feel the comfort I used to feel.
For writing has always been the only way I heal,
I can only save myself from disdain and misery.
O, I must show my mind my gifts can be ideal.
Can I be the one to express my soul?
May I try my best to fill my heart whole.
I shall begin to bestow kindness more unto family
so that they can understand how I feel so abate.
May I love without hate and genuine joy create,
showing how much I appreciate unconditionally.
O, in multitude of faith and joy may I saturate.
Can I be the one who shows I can be me?
May I show God just how beautiful I can be.
Soon It Will Be 2019
December 22, 2018
Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Good Morning Lord, thank You for this day.
Let me spend this day with You, at work and e'en at play.
Be my close companion Lord, and not just for today,
But keep Thee close beside me that I won't lose my way.
I am weak and often find I'm tempted Lord to stray;
To do things that displease You and make You turn away.
I don't wish to be embarrassed whene'er You look at me.
Cleanse me Lord of sin and shame that I may be set free;
Free from anger, hate and lust, from greed and jealousy,
That I will be found pleasing whene'er You look at me.
Remove from deep within my heart the fear residing there,
That I may walk with head held high and never have a care;
For You, My Lord, are judge of all and You know me far better,
Than anyone can know me Lord, t'was You who cut my fetters.
Now let Your angel guard me and guide me straight to You,
And let the trail I leave behind to be found straight and true.
I wish to be Thy servant, I wish to serve none other.
Show me how to do this best and help me teach my brothers.
How Important Can a Soccer Game Be?
By Elton Camp
What recently happened in Egypt is an extreme example
But evidence of violence at soccer games is fully ample
Reports of such sports violence by fans is nothing new
But that seventy people were killed is shockingly true
Fans of the losing team out onto the field did stream
Used sharp objects, rocks metal pipes and did scream
Police or security forces were nowhere to be seen
To control those fans so violent, cruel and mean
Some Egyptians feel that the fight as actually a plan
So those who displease the authorities they can ban
What really happened, we may never come to know
But it is a disgrace when things like this become so
Wait ! the troll said.....
As he jumped in front of him.
You have the smell of humans on you.
Therefore, I can not let you pass thru.
The mouse said, but I have just what you need.
The troll looked him up and down, and ask.
Now just what would that be?
What is it that you think you have?
" That I want", asks the troll.
The mouse always heard that trolls were
really very stupid.
The mouse replied......
But you let the others pass.
I know this because I saw it.
Troll answered, yes, but, that has nothing to do with you.
And if you displease me, I will eat you on this day.
The mouse thought to himself.......
Magic always works, but, only when you think you haven't
been tricked.
Troll replied, well I'm waiting, to cook you in my dinner pot.
Within my cave of cold gray stone as I chew on your bones.
Though I do prefer the taste of human little girls, and boys.
The mouse got that gleam in his eye, "as he replied".
When I was out and about this very morning I saw the valley.
Where all the human girls and boys come out to play.
There's even some that hang out in a basket all day.
The troll's eyes got very big, as he asks", where is this valley?
The mouse said, with a big grin, why", it's just back over that hill.
The troll said, if you are lying to me, I will eat you when I get back.
And he walked off over that hill, as he said, wait for me here.
The mouse waited till the troll was far enough away.
So he could be on his way, the mouse thought to himself.
There really may be a valley where human children play.
But not over that hill, maybe over another hill, but not there.
At leastways not anywhere near that hungry old troll.
As the mouse went on his way, he thought......
The trouble with trolls is, " they're really very stupid".
4/ 27/ 2012 pm
Multiplier and large blooms
Colors varied and depend on the soil ph
Hardy plants are hard to kill
Blooms all spring and summer
Until frost, you delight me
No need to fret for you
You never displease me
Your plant grows and thickens
Each year, you grow more beautiful
My delight is in your blossoms.
You stand for rebirth and eternal life.
For Linda Marie's Contest-Flowers
Thanks for the inspiration!!
Misfortune always comes in threes
Embrace me, much to my displease
This wrath I intend to release
Go and get as much as you please
You killed me once, twice, even thrice
'Conjured fire to collide with ice
Tormenting me has been your vice
And now you have to pay the price
There's no word from you that was true
Savor my wrath, I once warned you
Potion of revenge now I brew
Sign here, this is long-overdue
Oft' 'tis said and I've thought it mighty strange
That not a word seems to rhyme with 'orange'
And though some I may displease
With poetic license please
A rhyme I coin - in DC I pray 'forchange'
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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