Best Doubtlessly Poems
DECLARATIONS OF A SOCIAL SCIENTIST
Indeed, I am that Poet and know it.
Just in transition to a more enriched poetry form.
I want to talk about life, politics, and religion.
Maybe not simultaneously, but how I am feeling today.
I tell you life isn't a bowl of cherries.
I am not harvesting berries.
I live a vivacious existence.
I nature walk and take beautiful pictures.
I thrive in my leisure time.
Even more so, I work until my mind unwinds.
I am just a thrill seeker but not an extremist.
I am an illustration of well-being.
In fact, I am striving for better physical dexterity.
In all, my body desires more agility.
To eradicate the clumsiness,
My ability to monitor my own quickness is propensity depleted.
My mind, body, and spirit have superseded.
Oh, I am told that it is all right to be big headed.
Of course, gloating is good for your inner being.
Dwindling is not something I will let occur.
I am the booster of morale.
Be assured that I am there for others who seek a physiological mental form.
Do I appear to be titivated?
I am what I have stated.
Doubtlessly, there will be jealousy.
Without doubt, they will envy me.
Undoubtedly, this will not hinder.
I have overcome obstacles since the being of my existence.
Liberated from birth via a nation of government, I am free.
I can wave my hand and be seen.
I can stand up for what is right.
I can ignite the political fire.
I can educate my mind to genius.
I can defeat enmity.
Negativity may come but I disallow it to be a formula.
I am abreast.
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Penned on October 31, 2014!
First and above all
He dreamt me up, had me in regards
Prior to conceived, befit me for salvation
Timely was parturient into realm that was, is and forever will be
Little nothing known I, wholly out-and-out shed He supreme priceless blood.
Could He resent dying on the woods?
Nail-pierced palms’ no hilarity
Doubtlessly fleshly heart as mine was His
Torment and anguish trepidation interweave
Extremity heartbeats.
Shudder to death in imagination of His death knowledge
Evoke mocking and disdains and beatings with cursing render repentance
How innocence turned guilty for wrongs
Cleansed as filthy garment purged in blood to whiteness
Had I gone onto altar for me, I’d fail acceptance as offering.
Lamb worthily solitary slain, sins exonerate
What shall I repay Lord demise on intersection?
His is silver, gold own I not, words of mouth thanking Him the Lord gave
What feasibly of value can I, for Jesus do, equate that He’s done on the cross?
Instead, “Thank you King Messiah, Lover of my soul.”
Who else is worthy to open the scroll breaking seven seals?
Who can go to God arbitrating iniquities?
Only Jesus Christ the Son of the Living God High above in holy heaven on glorious throne
Moreover He’s Love of my heart
None other is Life and Counsel.
He deserves honor and glory and majesty and worship from all
Described as Wonderful, Marvelous, Precious and Adorable
Nothing alike to Him; be it on lands, in depth of waters or yonder horizons
No one matches His standards, but His love endures human imperfections
He is the Almighty, Omniscient, Omnipotent, Omnificent, and Omnipresent.
His name is Jesus-The One and the Only ONE, besides Him is no other than He
Blessed be the name of Jesus forever and ever.
Amen!
i hear the ticking of the clock
it's in my head and in my heart
the pulse of life doubtlessly finite
so many things i want to do
the tic toc getting louder
it echoes in my brain
rummaging through images and dreams
while time rings evermore elusive
i get up in the morning determined
with a yearning to break free
driven to spark the momentum
for the many things i want to do
AP: 3rd place 2025
Do dreams come true?
Certain as the sea is blue
I know that somewhere grass is greener
Lands that sleep brings ever nearer
Where rainbows sail across the sky
Just follow them and hope to find
A pot of gold, full, overflowing
With galleons and silver pieces
Good wishes, butterfly kisses
And I will dip my hand inside
To take for me all of what´s mine
But then I wake and it all fades
In light of stark reality
Where everyone and everything
Is so much more intimidating
And every choice, move or decision
Seems like a be all end all mission
So when it comes to push or shove
Moment of truth, ready or not
Will I fall or will I fly?
Will I even dare to try?
To grasp these thoughts and make them real
For they all say don´t think just feel
If you want it then just take it
Neat and simple
Like a dimple
Doesn´t seem so complicated
And still yet I hesitated
It is somewhat paralyzing
All this nonstop analyzing
Evaluating calculating
Listing all the pros and cons
And thousand possible outcomes
Mind keeps spinning round and round
And when it stops what will be found?
I´ll never know with time enough
Doubtlessly hindsight´s the stuff
It makes me yearn and moan if only
This or that I´d not be lonely
So wait not waste not
Seize the day, take a chance
The dawn may change the circumstance
For better or worse
Whatever the course
Just do it, close my eyes and jump
Have faith I will survive sans bumps
And though the landing likely won´t be
Exactly like I pictured it
That doesn´t mean the choice was wrong
‘Cause when all is said and done
I´ll still look back with satisfaction
For I had the strength and gumption
To risk it all, answer the call
To take control
I took the hits
And it was worth it!
I am a careful driver who stays in my lane
Except when I think doing so would be insane
Like when a crazy fool
Is stubborn as a mule
And has an ego that is totally inane
I humbly and wisely take the high road...except
When another driver is doubtlessly inept
I'm not the one who crashed
and don't need to be bashed
Do not assume I am wrong, when I am adept
A driver who thinks he's better is a road hog
Some folks might even consider him a hotdog
Mouthing off like he's right
Like a poet on a site
Bragging like a fat bullfrog, squatting on a log
Going about our lives with giving hearts
Inspired forever by His unfailing love
Very eager to follow His perfect example
Incomplete and so forlorn without Him
Naturally desirous to spread good news
Giving and accepting the gift of prayer
Generous always with love and devotion
Obedience to the dear Lord in all things
Doubtlessly directing all our footsteps
Letting forgiveness prevail in our hearts
Yielding to peaceableness at all times
Gladly sharing with many His holy word
Revelling in eternal joy of knowing Him
All abuzz about His everlasting goodness
Communing with other people in His house
Exuberantly praising Him and worshipping
Written on May 12, 2021
For: Giving Godly Grace Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Your book says 'Honor Thy Mother and Father' and you tell me I must follow this.
But I must dispute back and insist you cannot honor those who aren't honorable.
And you watch me as I take an approach towards your book that's not too classy.
And you glare at me menacingly and tell me that my attitude is much too sassy.
You tell me the moral of the tale is this, I say the moral of the tale is that.
And yet you are indignant towards me, and call me a brat.
And then you hold a stigmatic belief towards a topic, and I counter it perfectly.
You laugh me off patronizingly, and you insist I am wrong doubtlessly.
You think because you've got some years on me I am empty of knowledge.
And as you shutter out my heartfelt opinions you leave me lethargic.
And as you watch me enjoy my music you scream it is trashy.
And as I defend my enjoyment you write me off as sassy.
In a dreamlit night, I looked at a star
Like a bird without a flock.
I do not want to call solitude
What it is,
Because there are other flockless birds
Somewhere in the distance.
Yes, my friend,
We do not have to see each other
To know each other,
Because you cannot see solitude,
Yet you still know it;
When solitude wants you,
Look upon a star
And you will know that you are not alone,
Because many a gaze is friendly with the star;
When you pass a flower,
Know that it is your friend too,
Because you did not thread upon it.
When you see a bird in a cage,
Let it loose,
Because it sings its most beautiful song
When it's free;
Yes, my friend,
Friendship is like freedom,
Boundless and limitless,
Like space in human thoughts;
When a raindrop falls on your palm,
Know that it fell on the palms on many
Like a young friend;
When sorrow comes knocking at your door,
Speaking of the world's injustice,
Know that you are not alone,
Because my heart beats
Just like yours;
When the wind whispers to you
About its thousand years of wandering
And loneliness,
Know that you are not alone,
Because it whispers to me too.
Yes, my distant friend,
Solitude is not ugly
If it isn't forced upon you,
Just like friendship
Isn't friendship
If it is forced upon you.
Wonderful is the friendship
Linked by spontaneity
Like a bird's link to freedom;
Wonderful is the friendship
Linked by space
And nature;
Yes, my distant friend,
We do not have to see each other
To know each other,
Because if we do not meet during our lives,
Our souls will doubtlessly
Meet in the white heavenly fields.
©Walter William Safar
It was planned investigated and edited
Measures were interwoven so as to assure;
And in the end success was achieved;
Acknowledged and accredited master of self-survival
You must have been quite busy I imagine.
I suppose I’m to offer you kudos;
Since I never saw the final outcome coming;
And that in its self-had to have been a bonus
I was young and doubtlessly deserved it;
So I let it go thinking in the future;
Maybe you might feel vindicated;
But apparently motivations go beyond vindications..
So okay I feel bad “real bad”
And sometimes I forget myself;
And let the water run down my face;
Over the distain that manifest it’s self through selections
And time doing what it often does for some;
Gave me the courage to be,
Open and less self-protective;
But some of us never conquered fear.
Marvelous, matchless, magical, moonlit midnight,
With a superabundance of sparkly, summery stars,
Peacefully placid, pure and prettily plummy,
Radiantly rich, rhapsody resplendent rapture!
Fragrant flowers frolic freely in your fervence,
Eye-catching and exquisite in their exuberance,
Bouncing blissfully in breezy, blooming ballet.
Inexhaustible and intoxicating and intriguing,
Dazzling and delightful, and doubtlessly dreamy.
Here I pause to pose my ponderings, spilling them to the sky beyond me.
I have wistfully wondered and wished and been filled with gratitude recently.
Thank you earth for grounding me, granting me growth and endless glee.
Thank you sun for warming me, welcoming me with the wonder of light so gracefully.
Thank you moon for your perfect pastel glow, peeping through the clouds so playfully.
Thank you life for holding me steady, sure and safe and sound. I'm happy.
Thank you mother for your diligent direction and loving me doubtlessly.
Thank you father for your hard work, wealth of wise words and charity.
Thanks you faithful friends who remain fearless in the face of how fickle time can be.
Thank you sky for my horizon, the emblem of my hope and health and humanity.
Thank you sea and sand and sunny sanctuaries for the times we were carefree.
Thank you faith for granting me the freedom to invest in my future firmly.
Now for liberty and luck and opportunity to learn, I have been leant to gratitude recently,
So, I gratefully accept that I am able to achieve in and appreciate the great life before me.
**For the 'through... thoughtful and thankful' contest**
fruits of blackberries
wrongly picked by boys and girls
Black beetle bunches
07 June 2021
see that pain, stare that glory
Here are the mistakes, I am sorry
We are poor, but hope full...nothing to worry
now that your with Jane...forget not Dorry
The battle is as clear as you can imagine
If you eye for an eye...we would doubtlessly be blind
In it all we would derive pin in the end
...glory features pin, patient and understanding of faith
Anything about my home,you already know,
If I build you a castle in my dream,
You'll still refuse to cope,
Treasuring you will be difficult in my role,
So let us draw a dialogue for new life in Rome,
If today mark years of loving your heart bone,
I'm forever needed than a dog,
before and after a cock crow,
Look at my face once again before I go,
Whereby,no one will be expectant to what's unknown,
Many girls I see around carrying gold,
You're number one among their class on straight road,
I wish to approach you,truth be told,
Don't expect from me a silly note,
I wish to edify you on every single dose,
So don't be proud of that guy in Alexander Mcqueen's coat,
Assuming I should keep you emotionally broke,
You might seal every aspect of my life as a billy goat,
But I'm more than bold,
Therefore,let's have a picture of future mode,
And I will Hold your dignity to a personal code,
Above all,I'm that same person you know as Anderson Walkingshoes,
Meeting you has doubtlessly condemned wrong inter-racial views,
And I'm grateful to GOD that we've now drawn closer to ourselves with absence of an excuse,
And on account,"
veryone inspiring words come to give us a hint of trending news"
Day by day,things look different in how we believe to screen night moon in blues,
But catch me even when pain is sucked by our sweats over kindness in dews.
I offer my apologies; if perhaps I may offend;
But I’m burdened by atrocities; that seem to never end.
The odor does precede them; as they approach my way;
It’s the smell of one who meddles; that I’ve often seen each day.
They’re filled with their opinions; that undermining my life;
That gives them false pretensions; that they wield as if a knife.
They are but a minion; that circles in the pond;
And scavenge all those pieces; that are floating all around.
I struggle with my burdens; while they spit straight in my face;
And they hurl their vicious insults; as if offering me a grace.
The paper in their pockets; says in God we trust;
They consider it a warranty; for there decadence and lust.
How many times will they come; come at me this way
And How many miles must I walk; until they go away;
They are doubtlessly a pestilence; attracted by my light;
Wondering what there is to steel; when the sun goes down tonight.
Depart from me you mongrels; it’s you that is the fool
For the master of the life you chose; is a beast that is too cruel.
Things for you will never change; and this life is where you’ll stay;
You’ll stay here till this comes to end; and its then that you will pay.