Best Dominated By Poems
That's what I am
A Servant To Poetry
I'm dominated by passion
with Muses spreading their light
I've sacrificed myself
freed myself to be ruled
my total being possessed
by forces that overpower
my actions, thoughts
It's as if I am
alienated from reality
in my own domain
in the zone of an empire
that transcends actualization
Justification penetrates
as desires are perplexed
by this controlling force
that drives me to performances
delivering unquestioned joy
and satisfaction.
She has strong shoulders and hands,
able to bear any burden
carried by a man
She possesses a firm mind,
a steely resolve that bends
to no Y-chromosome kind
Yet she retains the heart of a woman
My woman is she,
her man is me
The heart of this woman
is the bravest heart
I've ever been blessed to see
She has sturdy hips and feet,
able to move mountains
of entrenched sexist disparity
She keens an unbreakable will
Mistaking her femininity as a weakness
will leave you always fighting her uphill
It's a battle you can't win,
because you already lost
before the conflict even began
She had you pegged right from the start,
a macho bully ... not very smart
Get you unfocused, upend your apple cart
Diminish your ego and you will meekly depart
Did I mention that my woman has the biggest heart
The heart of a woman like her,
can't be dominated by no man
She gives her heart to me freely,
just as I give mine with loving reciprocity
Yes, she has the heart of a woman unchained,
my warrior woman she will always remain
Vintage Retro Period
As for our periods of furniture–
not sure if Vintage Retro's one!
However, since I spanned so many years,
it seems to me this should be done!
My influence can still be seen in homes.
Some people often think it strange,
to cling to my old Vintage Retro look
and never want to make a change.
So pleased my unique period ruled well –
for thirty years I did endure!
My decades had a flavor of their own–
so powerful was my allure!
My special time was dominated by
the colors green, orange, and gold;
Formica, Lucite, vinyl, walnut, chrome –
outstanding – very sleek and bold.
My Vintage Retro period – well-loved
by most – did fade away, its true.
Still Retro-furnished homes are so enjoyed
by visitors who get a view.
My long-remembered items bring a crowd
at Vintage Retro store displays!
The prices paid are unbelievable –
so pleased I'm worth much more these days!
To prove my point, you might take time to see
the photo grouping up above!
My Vintage Retro gems still grace their home
forever more for them to love!
Sandra M. Haight
~First Place~
Contest: Punctuation Personified
Theme: Period Furniture
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Judged: 10/06/2015
Note: Vintage Retro means actually made in '50s, '60s or '70s
The term Retro by itself can mean old but also newly made to look like old
Vintage Retro includes: Mid-Century, Mid-Century Modern, and Danish Modern styles
Tension crawls into the pores of crashing contemplation
Why has it become so hard to breathe?
If only it was known what this dejected heart is saying
As she sobs poetic lines of wordless woe
She is cradled in the tempo tempest of this reflection
Pulsing in the unfeeling land beyond her bodily home
The blood pumping sweet iron grief spurts
The soles of the feet throb at the impact
As the grass cools only to recall the coldness of the present
The impact…
Of a tear falling to the floor
The droplet so gentle… in clear-watered, grounded rapture
The energy of the sorrow befallen is perilous
One with many roads leading to frail fantasy
Aggravated tear…so atrocious, envious
There is something more whirling in this déjà vu cycle
Being crushed many times
By lackadaisical, ever-traveling minds
It is too easy to be tossed to and fro
Between conscious leisure and provocative pressure
Sub-dominated by sumptuous conviction
That word—love—a furtive dagger
Driving a gaping hole of shame and unknowing
Straight into her
Wracking around in this meddle
Of emotion and reason—shooting up falsehood full throttle
Drifting there again
In a solitude almost consoled by the earthy coldness
Of his fowl glare…
Every unsaid word frazzling to the mind
Tearing me and lifting me high
One must wonder if you watch as the fragments fly
As they float for only a few seconds
Of your precious time
And fall back down below
At your very feet
Where the grass is warm, and hopes are high
Please don’t leave them on the floor with the tear
The tear that never quite gets absorbed
The tear that chillingly consoles that bleeding heart
Destroying me
As she thrashes in the maze of bones and matter
Each hollow pathway of the marrow leading to a dead end
Or an ever-winding way downwards
They say each body of water leads straight to the sea
Where will the tear I abhor…lead me?
Loving your confidence, your
ambition, your drive. want to
be dominated by your power,
but not lost in your eyes. my
king ..may i be by your side,
your queen... stand against the
test of time, a unity, a
friendship, possibilities with you
seem limitless. My strength, my
rock..your protection shields
me, your touch heals me, you
are the epitimy of what I've
prayed for..other woman wish
to be me... Have the chance to
feel what I feel, be intertwined
with your body as you gently
caress mines. . Have me on a
high, body taken over by this
ecstasy that my soul can't
deny. Gratify my body, ratify
my mind, entangled in the
satisfaction of what still is yet
to come. I want to please u,
appease u, relieve you of the
daily stress. Only one thing..I
DEMAND respect and nothing
less. Respect my body, respect
my mind, be compassionate
with my heart, but don't waste
my time. I want to feel your
aggression..torture me with
passion... Claim me as your
possession. Mangled in your
bedsheets, accelerated is our
heartbeats. Anything you
want...I'll do willingly. I'll do it
all for you, just please don't
deceive. Love me, but don't lie
to me. Be a strong man, but
don't hide your feeling from
me, I will never judge, if u cry
to me, u are my man, my king,
I only wish to uplift you, live up
to what u expect from
me...your woman, your
queen..as long as we ride for
each other every bit of
happiness an longevity is in our
reach. I wait patiently for the
day when our paths do meet,
when you are more than just a
Dream to me.....
The Universe..
In which we live
Is entirely dominated by divine senses..
Our divine senses allows the reality..
In which we live ..
Trough our senses we perceive..
Objectively we have five senses..
Subjectively we have much more..
Magnificent Universe..
Life..
Love and fear
Experience..
To see
To hear..
To touch..
Imagine a Universe..
Without our divine senses
A reality in which is silenced..
In which is never seen
In which is not fragrant
In which is not felt
A reality in which can never be touched..
Close your eyes..
Continue to imagine..
You cannot..
You cannot fandom..
A reality without divine senses..
You would cease to exist..
All lovely creatures in existence..
Every living thing..
Plants..
Animals..
Insects..
Perceive through their own senses
Of which are different..
Different in comparison to humans..
A honeybee buzzing along it's merry way..
Will smell and taste sweet nectar in a flower
How does a honeybee perceive us?
How about any animal?
Or trees and plants?
Their perception of us is quite different..
Quite fascinating it is..
Distortions can apply ..
Determining distortions is impossible..
Because you see..
You always believe..
In what you perceive..
Truth is your very own..
Truth is personal..
No truth is the same..
O Nebulae of Heart and Soul!
In infrared portrayal WISE,
your colors grace the stellar skies.
Have you a core celestial role?
Supernal presences you seem
that steal one’s fancy unawares,
far-off from earthly human cares,
inspiring a soulful dream.
Does music of the spheres resound
in utterness of heavens’ art
to beating of a boundless heart
we seldom hear here on the ground?
You bring to mind the vintage song,
where lovers fell in love and kissed
one magic night in moonlit mist—
a classic tune, still going strong.
Six thousand light-years from our Earth
is where you two evince your charm—
part of Perseus’ spiral arm—
in cosmic womb for starry birth.
That limb is in our Milky Way.
Cassiopeia holds the Soul
east of the Heart, to make the whole
of the mosaic on display.
Your archetypal names evoke
Cupid and Psyche myths of old,
tales allegorical untold,
poetic visions you awoke.
In concert you’re a perfect pair.
Befittingly you reign on high.
Lest we forget wherefore and why,
our true humanity is there!
~ Harley White
Inspiration for the poem came from the image and article “Heart and Soul”... at [www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/WISE/multimedia/wiseimage20100524.html]
[The Heart and Soul Nebulae are seen in this infrared mosaic from NASA's Wide-field Infrared Survey Explorer, or WISE. All four infrared detectors aboard WISE were used to make this image. Color is representational: blue and cyan represent infrared light at wavelengths of 3.4 and 4.6 microns, which is dominated by light from stars. Green and red represent light at 12 and 22 microns, which is mostly light from warm dust.]
Clyde's Fine Country Diner is located about a mile south of town.
If you're lookin' fer rib-stickin' grub, its the greatest place aroun'!
Clyde retired after cookin' fer twenty-two years in the U.S. Navy,
Servin' up gobs of SOS, more delicately known as biscuits 'n' gravy!
It ain't a fancy place, jes' some booths and a dozen tables er so,
Dominated by a friendly but saucy-tongued waitress named Ruby Flo.
Farmers in John Deere caps meet there fer breakfast ever' day.
The Baptist Ladies Aid Society meets each Tuesday noon to dine 'n' pray.
Country and Western blares from the juke box near the kitchen door.
Ain't no fancy carpet gracin' the place, jes' a squeakin' wooden floor.
The menu ain't changed much over the years but it is quite replete,
With homemade pies, toxic navy coffee plus plain good things to eat.
Sundays, he features fried chicken, peas and smashed pertaters,
Mondays, soup du jour and tossed salad with garden fresh termaters.
Tuesdays, Clyde offers Mexican with enchiladas and tacos in the shell
Wednesdays, the speciality is green chili soup, the hottest this side of hell!
Thursdays, you can enjoy all you can eat of macaroni and cheese.
Fridays, he features either chicken fried steak er a servin' of Chinese.
Saturdays, is his famous chef d'oeuvre, prawns and black angus steak!
It ain't a 5-star café but Clyde serves great grub, of that there's no mistake!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
A male fly is munching on a big, sweet bread when a bee arrives...
The fly was scared of the bee's size and so he immediately left the bread on the ground.
The bee laughed so loud because the fly left the bread. The bee followed the fly and asked, "Why did you leave your bread?"
The fly quivered, " You can have all the bread if you want to... just don't hurt me!"
The bee explained, "I am a drone. I don't have a sting and I will not hurt you."
"Really??!!!" the fly exhaled.
"I only want some bread of yours that's why I followed you, and asking you now if you can share your bread with me?"
The fly and the bee flew back and shared the bread together.
"Why are you here?" asked the fly.
"It's winter and all male bees are kicked out. The hive where I used to stay in is dominated by female bees."
The bee asked the fly, "Where do you live?"
"I live anywhere... everywhere." the fly replied.
"Wow, we're both homeless!" blurted the bee.
"No, we are not. Being homeless is only in the state of mind. Being home is being with your true self."
Welcome to South Africa
A country paralyzed by chaos
Where dictators are called leaders
With corruption as a norm in a steam
Of empty promises of political lies
A nation crippled by "Nyaope"
As unemployment leaves youth with hopeless dreams
Defeated by the powers of poverty
A country where education is just another waste of time.
Welcome to South Africa
An environment where parents have lost kids and kids have lost parents
Dominated by starvation of African children
Weeping around barefooted in extreme temperatures
A country where graves are habitats of young souls
A place where diseases comes in all forms
A nation where mental illness continues to darken the future of the coming days
A society with the highest rates of crime
Welcome to South Africa
A republic of freedom known as the rainbow nation
Where the struggle continues even though the future is doomed
Because meliorism is our inspiration
Tears in my cheeks
A lament of prayer in my heart
May God bless this nation,
South Africa my home.
All the teachers were basically horrible,
each could be placed on sliding scale of
horribleness….thus;
1. (the worst) Complete ****
2. Largely a ****.. with a degree of reserve
3. ****
4. Headmaster’s toady prone to outbursts
5. Pathetic but lacking conscience
6. Searching for a personality
7. Lost…smiles occasionally
8. Dominated by all other teachers (easy to mimic)
9. A mess
10. Ineffectual (but sharp dresser, and most likely to become future Headmaster).
Only we, the pupils were perfect and yet to enter the land of shopping, mortgages, menstruation and Mondays.
The Lady of Sings.
A woman opened her umbrella made of dreams,
painted bluebells, buttercups tulips and rosemary
Now her flowers needed sunlight and the sight of
blue sky. She walked slowly eyes to the ground
looked for horse manure, which is not easy to find
in a time dominated by cars and motorbikes
At the railway station she tripped on shoes not fit
for cobbled streets; trains stood idle, she inhaled
diesel fumes despite the fact that the line had been
electrified years ago. Locomotive drivers on strike,
sat in a café across the road drank black coffee
bore an expression of steely determination, but
they were worried and feared for their jobs,
the line has been privatized, always bad news
for workers.
The lady didn't find what she was looking for, but
the walk had done her flowers well; she put her
umbrella in the chicken coop.
I told you that you are the one,
of all the women I've ever known.
I told you that you are the best,
so unique among all the rest.
I told you I Love You and could never love you any less.
I praised your beauty as I watched you undress,
but now that we've done the nasty, I must confess.
I just did all of that stuff only for the sex.
To all the young maturing pubescent beauties;
This is how All Boys think during puberty.
To all of the fully matured adult ladies.
Many men carry this attitude into their adulthood unfortunately.
Why do I reveal these secrets and betray all men?
Probably because I was raised in a household dominated by women,
wonderful, loving women I might add,
and that's why I'm a traitor to my gender kind of lad.
Cro mag non man was a birth of a nation
Crete led the way for civilized creation
The Etruscans became the first Mediterranean power
Indo Europeans Settled Europe as others cower
The Aryans in India established a civilization
The Nile valley would be dominated by Egyptians
Chorus
We've once again taken history’s place
To show again we are the face
Our past is forbidden , the truth is hidden
We've once again taken history’s place
300 Spartans showed what there courage could do
Alexander The Greats strength was unmatched by few
Rome led 1000 years of prosperity before the decline
The Visigoths chased the Huns back over the European line
7 crusades led by a Christians to stem Islam
Ferdinand and Isabella condemned the Moorish harm
chorus
Everyone feared the fury of the pagan vikings of the north
Napoleon Bonaparte would bring military genius forth
The British empire would colonize every land
William Wallace bravely fought for the freedom of Scotland
The Teutonic knights helped spread across Europe Christianity
The 30 years of Christian wars brought nothing but insanity
Chorus
Expansion of discovery could never be touched
The United states would rise and the British would be crushed
The south would rebel for liberty and freedom
The British would slice the throat of the Ottoman kingdom
The first brothers war was thought to be the final stand
The Afrikaners fought relentless for the right of there land
chorus
The Bolshevik revolution brought a new plague into the world
The Germans brought a new hope as the banners were unfurled
All of Europe would unite under the waffen for it's European identity
The Marxist hippie movement brought moral hygiene to it's knees
Now it's the today and we have to keeping fighting for a new tomorrow
We must secure our destiny and keep having our history grow
chorus(2)
Peace, your absence is annoyance.
Annoyance in our hearts and on the land,
On the land, we want to discover you.
You hide yourself in your whereabouts,
Whereabouts preserving your existence.
Peace, your nonappearance is frustrating.
Frustrating, as we ignore where you have gone,
Gone forever out of the land, out of our hearts.
Our hearts madly desire to meet you,
You are needed desperately, peace!
Peace, you are missing in our minds.
Minds dominated by wars and hatred,
Hatred widowing mothers.
Mothers crying for their orphaned children,
Children regretting the killing of biodiversity.
Peace unfound on the land, for gone forever!
Forever, back you’ll relocate among us,
Among us we'll welcome you.
Welcome you as needed for your absence,
Absence causing profound disarray.
Disarray in hearts and on the land. Peace, we need you!
You make us speed to find you, peace!
Poem by Ndabuli Mugisho