Best Distinguishes Poems
Little People Contest
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Tiny pixies floating over jaded lily pads,
the sunshine brings days of yore to be,
lil’ gnomes dressed in colorful burlap clads,
living in polka-dotted mushrooms raggedy.
A day of celebration brings a party to life,
flowers in little folk’s hair for decoration,
on tiny rainbow colored fairies they fly,
for it’s time for a festival of jubilation.
Inside the mushrooms there lies no beds,
they sleep upside down on a blue branch,
Papa gnomes wear white hats on their heads,
it distinguishes the governors at the ranch.
That’s where they meet to grow mushrooms,
building homes for the gnomes who have none,
inside each room is where one daisy blooms,
it brings good fortune and flourishes great fun.
The day is done and they gather at the hills,
that is where they greet and tell silly jokes,
Mamma gnome makes feasts for tummies to fill,
welcome to the world of the happy little folk’s!
Words used: flowers, fairies, pixies, gnomes, party and sunshine
Date Written: June 26, 2016
Categories:
distinguishes, imagination, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh Lord Jesus Christ,
May we love with a holy love that distinguishes us as your ambassadors, servants and children of the one true God who gave His blood for us. Only by abiding in You can we do this daunting feat and glorify the Godhead...Prayer for peace in downtown streets of Waterbury, Ct. Father God, please we present our bodies as living sacrifices. Help us Lord to reach out to those lost souls that have turned their backs on you. Jesus, help stop abortion father God. Prayer for those suffering from Aids they need your healing touch precious Jesus. Pray for those elected officials father God that they may serve you in faith & righteousness. We need you Jesus we can't live the Christian life on our own. Help us to discover your peace that passes all understanding. Father, prayers for Kathy Griffin Lord that she may come to Jesus as her Lord and savior. Prayers for the LGBTD community that they may seek the love of God in their hearts. In jesus Christ name, Amen
Categories:
distinguishes, allah, america, anxiety, appreciation,
Form:
Narrative
The Principal Was Never My Pal
By Elton Camp
The memory aid that the principal is your pal
Distinguishes from principle to each boy & gal
That was a good enough way spelling to recall
But it didn’t fit my view of the principal at all
To me he was nothing but a frightful fiend
Who, when I misbehaved, would intervene
I even tried to avoid meeting him in the hall
Because I didn’t want any interaction at all
To avoid and fear him there was reason why
He always had a most evil gleam in his eye
It was obvious that he took intense delight
In punishing any kid who didn’t act right
Waiting outside the principal’s office door
Was the thing in school I did most abhor
That fellow was never any type pal to me
But an ogre who would give the 3rd degree
Categories:
distinguishes, childhood,
Form:
Rhyme
A land that captures your attention;
encapsulate your thoughts of natural beauty and tranquility
A land of divine sunshine.
A place of seashores; a land with momentum water drop falls, exquisite white
sand beaches, winding rivers and streams.
Famous for its dazzling and enchanting creatures.
Picturesque greenery with blue mahoes, palms and coconut trees,
A place of much flora and fauna;
with dandelions, roses and lilies.
From plains to valleys to beautiful species of birds and bees.
A land with people,
people of different pride and creed.
Our rock solid history of hardship and struggle to a future of power and strength.
A land of much energy.
Our thrilling reggae music led by the great Bob Marley
Courtney Walsh, Merlene Ottey and Veronica Campbell legends of sport.
A land with rich food and culture
Oh can we forget our: rice and peas, jerk chicken and pork, boiled bananas,
ackee and saltfish and rundun.
This place that distinguishes us from the rest.
Yes! a land full of flavour our land Jamaica.
Categories:
distinguishes, nature, people, places, visionary,
Form:
Idyll (Idyl)
STRIVE
You know to be proud of the skin you in to keep the decorum of a winner.
Let them see you smile when frustrated.
Prepare your way.
Empowering a form that distinguishes your person, many have known a covetous
environment informs growth and stratagem.
Crazy at it they come.
You the one they are jealous of.
See yourself through their eyes.
Therein,
Strive.
A scenario...
Beautiful is your person.
Your voice is endowing throughout the world.
You have achieved double masters even in time of dilemma.
So many problems yet you face.
Never a tiring soul will embody your essence.
Crazy at it they will come.
Your fundamental nature murals an image of who you are.
Epitomizing your ideals and religion, setting the perfect example to pattern.
To end the scenario...
You just might be the first of your kind.
Exemplar, an original mind…
Endeavor on!
Titivated to thrive, you are a striver.
Therefore,
Strive.
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Written June 11, 2016!
Categories:
distinguishes, motivation,
Form:
Verse
WAR IS THE GREATEST PLAGUE OF MAN
As war is fought it takes charge
And events spin out of control.
The madness of men can alter the soil
Which nourishes the roots of their soul.
Many things will forever change
Far more then wished to be.
As the wrath of war starts to destroy
Those things we fight to keep free.
War is the greatest plague of man,
Religion, state and sanity.
Any scourge is more preferred
Than the one which disables humanity.
When war breaks out, boundaries change
And all who die are a token
Of the rage that must run it's course
Before words of peace are spoken.
War I hate, though not men, flags nor race
But war itself with its ugly face.
When we lose faith in the brave, which die
Then we're not fit to greet those who cry.
What distinguishes war isn't death
But that man is slain by fellow man.
Crushed by cruelty and injustice
With his enemy's murderous hand.
War tends to punish the punishers
So the losers won't suffer alone.
The essence of war is but violence
Till the survivors come marching home.
Sometimes it's hard to defend what's right,
Sometimes we're forced to rise up and fight.
Sometimes we survive, while others must die
Sometimes never knowing the reason why.
The rush of combat is a natural buzz
Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was.
Hunting one another like wild game
Without a shortage of those to blame.
Sometimes victory comes too slow or quick
Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick.
Sometimes God is asked to intervene
To help stop the savage from being so mean.
War is a hell we visit before death
Fueled by the whisper of the devil's breath.
There must be a reason man destroys man
But why it is so, I can't understand.
By Tom Zart
Categories:
distinguishes, adventure, death, faith, loss,
Form:
ABC
A man, 20 years of age, another man, 40 years of age
The young man in his inexperience asks the 40 year old man
"You've lived twice my life, whats your advice?"
The older man pauses
Reflecting on his own life, in hindsight..
He says:
It is said by many
The best teacher is experience
This statement is true, but experience
Does not equate to intelligence, or intellect
As both do not equate to experience
With every word from spoken by a man in his youth
It is received by the senior with a grain of salt.
Though in reality, they are both adults
What distinguishes a person whos lived longer?
Is years of learning beneficial if they accomplish little?
A decade spent listless watching days blend together
Carrys more wisdom, more growth than 5 years of struggle?
To believe this I refuse.
Adults of seniority, arent always mature
Bickering, arguing with each other,
Talking over the other
Neither letting either get one word in edgewise
Their bodies mature, years experienced
Yet arrested development has left them
Adult children
The fresh face child who endures struggle
And is given responsibility,
Experiences his growth as man
A man who never has had to struggle and grow
Is stuck in his adolescence,
Categories:
distinguishes, appreciation, encouraging, growth, introspection,
Form:
I saw a movie today
it was old and black and white
Looking for a memory that
never left my sight
An old woman quite insane
but less than fear and fright
A subject in a story called Classic
from another time and life
I wondered of her role being
of what would I requite
I'd seen the same story
told in modern lights
Her name Miss Habersham
and quite the character was she
No sooner than seeing her demise
was the ideal of what she'd be
Money distinguishes many things
even back then you see
Upper class and lower class
and understanding your degree
The Atlantic is an ocean
they say is a great divide
Customs, accents and boarders
divide in comprimise
But every story has a theme
including yours and mine
We each must find that thing
we love to satisfy
I'd never read the story
it never was assigned
But heard it's authors named
more than thousands of times
his story issues warnings
with artful poetry inside
A satisfied imagination
the ending would surely hide
The love intrest dramatises
with conflict and revelations
always the stumbling block
and unforgiving complications
Her name would be Estella
a tool of "Sick Fancy"
Miss Habershams clever device
for making men unhappy
But give away the ending
"Thou Shalt Not" comes to mind
I now know Miss Habersham
what she was and why
Categories:
distinguishes, 12th grade, betrayal, discrimination,
Form:
Rhyme
Rainbow coloured camouflage
The rainbow whispered “look at me I am a cameo in abused disguise”.
"You are a beautiful mean to an end, a pot of gold awaiting where you
touch the horizon, elusive no doubt but tangible in dreams and in wishes”.
‘Faruq’ true to his name, the one who distinguishes truth from all falsehood,
vowed to ‘Nahla’, or the drink of water, to be with her forever come rain
or shine, when the Bedouins halted for their wedding under thorn’s holy arbor.
“There will be moist earth under the sacred tree”, promised the shaman,
drank potions from ‘Ausaj’, danced, convulsed and exulted as everyone gathered
under the ‘Sdir’ tree with the promise of sustenance and children from heaven.
It was a monkey’s wedding, glistening sun combined with sprinkles of drizzle,
but the rainbow forgot that camels and goats don’t mix with mischief-makers,
imported from modern changes of climate, greed, power and destruction.
“I have been camouflaged, misconstrued, disenfranchised, seven beautiful colours exuding disaster”. “No, you have your rightful place under the skies, warmongering nations ignore you, they exploit the fruits of the desert, relish oil of demise”.
Ear-piercing storms erupted and lightening ensued with full thunderous wrath and
the tree of life got splintered and divided, ancient reality was crushed under modern delusion.
‘Faruq’ and ‘Nahla’ could not believe that their short marriage was over, they joined their ancestors, struck by the rainbow, who had masked the power of drowning waters, looked helplessly on.
Meanwhile tanks, constructed and draped in seven deadly sins, kept their tracks
in the quick sand of glory, deceit and rape of the planet, full,evil steam ahead.
“I feel so guilty”, uttered the rainbow, “I could not display my true colours”, but the wind and the Gods replied “Not your fault, do not take the blame, when gold turns to tar”.
Categories:
distinguishes, bridal shower, wedding,
Form:
Narrative
Hands down, perhaps a more sapien trait
than most of the usual attributions of
what it is, that distinguishes humans.
I listen to a prime example of Sondheim
samples on a Steinway & Sons eighty-eight.
Balancing between enchantment and amazement
contemplating the purveyor of sounds and
the craftsmen necessary for such synapse sublimity.
Nimble is a word oft applied to such
vocations equally as well as with magicians,
cake-decorators, painters, surgeons,
bomb defusers, and a good seamstress.
The dexterity of mind is just as amazing
as dexterity of digits. the juggling act
of keeping in the mental air so many
separate thoughts. Wandering only briefly
to the another tangent only to return
the instant before the thought fades
to invisible shards on the floor.
How quickly the supple mind guides
the supple fingers.
Primarily, it's about placement of details,
in space and in time. I hear
the gentle trepidation of the protagonist
through the skill of the pianist, vocalist,
the composer; each displaying their dexterity
by dropping just the right, the exact amount,
of emotion into, my senses. I close my eyes
and imagine I see visions of nimbleness,
fingering a dexterity of my own.
© Goode Guy 2013-05-23
Categories:
distinguishes, art, celebration, inspiration, inspirational,
Form:
Narrative
Favour from the LORD
Distinguishes people on earth
Never look down upon any man
You don't know what they may be tomorrow
Categories:
distinguishes, sympathy,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
At an old forgotten Oriental cemetery,
half buried in the soil emerges a decomposed skull.
-nothing unpleasant, by the by-
It looks like glass when the sun whitens it.
No nose, eyes, ears or mouth;
therefore no face, no mask.
It has nothing of its own except it's veil of mourn and dust
and its eternal smile.
Its grimace might seem both tragic or blissful.
Leaving my reason apart
I said:
"There is no feature that distinguishes you especially,
you could be anyone.
Are you not the precious image
of each and all of us ?"
And the answer seemed to me
both silent but eloquent
-it couldn´t be otherwise-
Just the eternal half veiled smile
when again the skull contemplates
the worries and doubts of their living fellows.
Categories:
distinguishes, death, future, passion, time,
Form:
Prose Poetry
In pitch black night there is no color,
For light is color's revealer.
In daylight, your eyes see an object as white, when all light is reflected,
White is all the colors from a billion rainbows, melded.
White light, dissected by raindrops, prisms and kaleidoscope
reveals the full spectrum of colors within.
Light is the palette array from which objectors choose what to reflect.
You see black, the absence of color, when no light is reflected,
You see grey, when only a wee little light is reflected.
You see red when all other colors from white light
hitting a surface are absorbed, except red, that is.
The objects and being out there, display the color they choose to portray,
by excluding all other colors, sucking them in.
Color is what distinguishes the objects and shapes
we see with our eyes, including white, black and greys.
The scene we see is an orchestration of color painted upon.
In Nature it's the array colors in the blue sky, white clouds,
green trees, black cat, white dog, and brown dirt outside.
Inside it's the brown door, blue painted walls, green drapes and decorations
In art and paintings it's the colors of pigments in paint
the artist chooses to use and mix together, whatever their source and composition.
In poems and writing it's the words chosen to create images
of the colors of nature, people and objects in the minds of readers.
And moreover, it's the moods, feelings and emotions
portrayed with colors, bold, pastel, stark and soft.
Color creates dilemmas and puzzles for users.
To a scientist its wavelength and spectrum.
To a chemist is clays, rocks, extracts, mineral and vegetable dyes.
To a decorator or house painter its charts, sample pots and mixed tins.
To an artist its what can be squeezed from pots and tubes and dabbed on canvas.
To a poet its words to create fleeting images of color, emotions, feelings and impressions
in the minds of readers.
The kaleidoscope of color is the milieu of everything perceived in the light of day,
through vision, thought, feelings and soulful emotions.
Categories:
distinguishes, color,
Form:
Free verse
It is felt in numerous ways
The presence of the holy spirit
It touches the soul
And the tongues are spoken as they are there to be spoken
In a accurate and precise way
It takes you to another dimension of the unknown
Let yourself go, let it guide you
Fears are not allowed
Will be surprise where it will lead you
Gratefully as you land
It takes you to another level of maturity
Let yourself grow, let it grow within you
Holding back is not the key
Will be amazed who you become
Appreciative as you are blessed
It is made up of various ingredients
The presence of the spirit of discernment
It distinguishes the environments
And analysing of circumstances as they are there to be analysed
In a formative and intellectual way
Categories:
distinguishes, africa, change, dream, future,
Form:
Free verse
What is the meaning of life?
That is a profound question that seems unanswerable:
and yet, I exist and seek an answer.
Intelligence distinguishes fantasy from reality;
but what of the human soul, that intangible, ethereal link
to the impossible?
Call it God, faith, hope, or wishful thinking;
but I feel there is something more to life!
I've examined life through the eyes of science
and seen Man as a series of genes;
genetically linked in a chain through time.
But what purpose does that serve?
It's enough to drive one crazy!
Is the purpose of life merely to procreate forever?
If that is all there is to life, then mission accomplished!
But I believe there must be more than just being alive;
a purpose for being.
Is it selfish to want more? Maybe.
I sense there is more to life; it's just a feeling,
yet it's getting harder to ignore over the years.
Could it be that I fear death? No, it isn't fear.
It's more of a feeling that I'm missing out on something.
Perhaps something miraculous!
If I blink out when death turns off the switch, so be it!
I'll cease to exist, and that will be the end!
But if, when I die, I experience a reawakening;
to a metaphysical, spiritual realm, despite my misgivings,
I would welcome that experience even more!
Categories:
distinguishes, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse