Best Eagerness Poems
I'm that my words and pen can't express my weakness.
Nobody could have foreseen I felt such happiness.
My bald secret is now included in my poetic liveness.
I'm at a loss for words to define my soulfulness.
All that I do for you is for you and your uniqueness.
To be clear, you were born to bestow our joyfulness.
Had sent a blessing to us thanks to God's holiness.
Son, you depict nicely how a son may have lightness.
My duty will always be to offer you matchless.
If you're in the lamest rule, you deserve my promptness.
You lifted my artwork to an extreme level of skillfulness.
Everywhere I fit, you seem to follow me with firmness.
Regardless of where I am or how I manage my illness.
The ghost that lurks within me is a mystic elusiveness.
Of inspiration and creativity that is in my mind flawless.
It just takes one look to confer my focus and cleanliness.
Claim anything you envy, but don't leave me clueless.
Yet, I am aware of how grateful you are for my lavishness.
Even the urge to craft your own way has uniqueness.
With all my resources, knowledge, and awareness.
All have a role to play in preserving our rising family spotless.
Sway to the beat of my soul and embrace my closeness
Allow yourself to widen your eyes; your destiny will be harmless.
I drew the full moon for you to retain your greatness.
Without question, I admire you for your graciousness.
My son, I'll outline your disparity and avail your tactfulness.
I meant to say that you sparked my thoughtfulness.
Consider that I'm always aware of your level of attentiveness.
I can tell from our relationship around gleefulness.
Even if I die, you will have a piece of my warm-heartedness.
Placed first in the contest
Written: May 04, 2021
All Yours (Jun 10) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Wishing the kiss of sunlight was the warmth of ruddy lips,
the crisp breeze, the sharp scratch, desire.. from your finger tips.
remembering, the emerald grass blades teasing my back and neck,
the heat of earth enfolding me, your wish was not suspect.
The crisp breeze, the sharp scratch, desire.. from your finger tips,
sent shivers of purple passion across my up turned hips.
The heat of earth enfolding me, your wish was not suspect,
promises faithfully taken quickly broke through false neglect.
Sent shivers of purple passion across my up turned hips
to a garden long untended, he came with marksmanship.
Promises faithfully taken, quickly broke through false neglect,
and the damn of longing’s token was broken without regret.
A tear teases eye when the sun shines buys, so much happiness.
remembering, the emerald grass blades teasing my back and neck.
Dreaming of love in the rye grass, star clad in eagerness,
wishing the kiss of sunlight was the warmth of ruddy lips.
* revisited often in my dreams
Be a simple task to forget. Actions deliver lustier than words.
Eagerness and dedication offer blessings and rewards.
Sacred Heart is a symbol of goodness that propels us to confer back.
Only those who dare to rise will find out how afar they can whack.
Gorgeous welfare relies on the strength to remit and forget.
Our worst fears revel in wolves, keeping our most severe threat.
Our action is led based on value versus our abet.
Divergent roads can lead to a single lane if you can't bet.
Time spent finding a voice is never lost; you will have a tone.
Horizon shifting bears fresh Joy to the younger setting sun.
Encounters of recent things, pick to view a ray of fresh sunshine.
You embrace feelings in myriad ways stages of the lifespan.
Correct what you did wrong to enhance your performance.
An innate sense of reality works wonders, even if it's for once.
Nuance is a blessing; it bends to figure out your place.
Theorize how powerful is the paradox of division and coherence.
Inducement could grasp the start of a hinged flurry.
Grin and strive for yourself and create your mystery.
Natural law is harmed by humanity; Divine intent is always holy.
Overlooked or ignored cannot throb the ego; you are the sanity.
Remorse let you pace to repair it; you're still alive or be angry.
Embrace one's intuition is less harmful than being placed scary.
Your life is well crafted; the Lord is behind lines guiding you.
Over life, you will lose many things; all pledged to Lord accrue.
Until you do wondrous deeds to be heard, no one can ignore you.
You make me wonder,
with much merry eagerness
How can you craft such majestic,
poetic verses, pricked by simple words meaningful to my heart?
Your gift of explaining yourself so uniquely is appreciated by me
How can you craft such words with poetic passion
In meaningful words, typed with eagerness?
You make me wonder
Eagerness
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The harness digs into tender, wounded flesh.
Growth has exceeded our bonds and makes them uncomfortable…painful.
Only then do we notice, realize, the bit in our mouth.
Friction inducing sores around raw, skinless lips.
Only then do we see the driving reins that have been leading us to take the right paths.
Just as a mother bird will push their offspring from the nest into flight, our Authority desires for us to stretch and grow enough to break free of our bonds!
Seek liberty from the law with zeal and eagerness!
When our desires have matured past the selfish stage and reached majority, to match the will of God, then freedom does not lead one along the wrong path.
Liberty leads to *love, joy, peace, long-suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, and temperance; against such there is no law!
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Remove bit, bridle
Eagerly the horse runs free
Down the right path home
*(Galatians 5:22-23)
Deep within a darkened soul
A bitter of illness illusion
A soul eagerness devouring light
Lost eyes of fiery, love's dying heart
Our passion we love but do not live
Our hunger grows but for what
Our deaths to be certain we know
A fire rage expectation
With illusion you are living but dead
Life we feel the journey walk
Faith being your only destiny
Eagerness Devouring...
There is light even in death
Great eagerness in the pursuit of wealth, pleasure,
or honor, cannot exist without sin. Desiderius Erasmus
I must begin by saying, "It is not always true that sin
consumes any pursuit of wealth, pleasure, or honor.
Not everyone's pursuit has identical motives;
Nor does the level of passion have to be tainted.
Indeed, narcissists are not the sole owners of noble pursuits.
Moreover, the impact of noble pursuits has peripheral benefits.
Indeed, there can be pure pleasure without immorality.
Certainly, there can be legitimate honor without selfishness.
Yes, wealth can be either earned or inherited without greed.
If the pursuer is pure, his passionate pursuit can also be.
greets first kiss and hug
as rapt tears roll down the cheeks?
invaded by my dove troops
eager dwelled for life
wander with me on a trip
sate my thoughts with your flavor
2021 July 12
Ni (2) Katuata Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
HMS & PS; 577, 577
“Great eagerness in the pursuit of wealth, pleasure, or honor, cannot exist without sin.”
Desiderius Erasmus
it’s flesh versus flesh in the pursuit of life,
great kingdoms have been built on rivers of blood,
history knows the fate of knife versus knife,
destiny has it’s own rules for bad and good!
Tiberius’ built wealth with sharpness of sword,
starved to death old Agrippina and her son,
had Germanicus killed by power of word,
he quit throne in fear of assassination!
Caligula lived life of debauchery,
he lost all the wealth that Tiberius had,
he took pleasure in raping and butchery,
was killed by his own army, ending was sad.
Nero was king thanks to Julia his mother,
He executed christians in rage of hate,
he killed his own mother, drowned his step brother,
but he stabbed himself as revolt hit his state.
Christ crucified when Tiberius was king,
St. Peter when Nero was on the throne,
But praise of Jesus and Peter we now sing,
the evil with their wealth have perished unknown.
Morals are not mere words but fabric of truth,
the machinery of god ensures justice,
rewards of old age sprout from good deeds of youth,
wealth has never won, nor greed, nor avarice.
Great eagerness in the pursuit of wealth, pleasure, or honor, cannot exist without sin. - Desiderius Erasmus
Three rumbustious good friends
Wealth, Pleasure and Power
Took a break from their
Busy lives and went to a forest
To spend a free fun day together
They were startled to see
A hut, laid back, hidden
In pristine green, a
Flowing rivulet played harmonics
As tall trees swayed just to breathe fresh air
A wise couple lived there
With eerie quietude -
Truth and Happiness
Little needs kept them away riches
And Loss never crossed their path ever
A heavenly retreat
Yet, the hut's calmness choked
The three merry friends
Who left eagerly like hurried thieves
While the couple felt safe and relieved
I am as well as any sick person has a right to be
From the outside, people may labeling me as carefree
Not knowing the monster inside who is terrified
staying up nights, grinding her teeth, trying to ignore
the monster within.
I am singing, and dancing, pretending in all the right ways
that life is optimistic and hopeful and kind,
Keeping my tears and jeers to myself.
How would knowing benefit others?
Why bring them down with me?
I am living the dream,
doing the dance, being the one
Others think has her act together
Scoffing at their non-eagerness to actually know me.
Gloating in my superior knowledge of the turmoil that is mine alone…
They made there motives clear
It was announced they were here
Some saw there eagerness as
Sincere
We knew there objectives the
Moment they were here
They studied obstacles as goals
They sought solutions to gain
control
They divided people only to
reestablish trust
Even in there doings it meant as
Much.
Citing the security of there gains
there might made locals seem
strange
That speech of these divided men
Was played over and over again.
They used others to keep them
United.
Each challenge guilded to divide them
Seeking ambitionous people to
secure there loyalties
There objectives became real clear
to me!
M-idnight
A-nd
R-ain
L-eave
O-ne
N-ew
R-adiant
E-arly
V-iew
E-vading
L-ovely
L-ight
A-nd
M-orning
E-agerness
Topic: Birthday of Marlon Revellame (June 14)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-ust
O-pen
A-nother
N-ewness
A-nd
M-orn
A-s
E-arly
P-erpetual
E-agerness
N-ow
A-bates
R-ainy
E-vening
S-hadow
Topic: Birthday of Joana Mae Penares (June 07)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
With eagerness I make my way to my favorite place
Where gratitude floats freely above every head
Where happiness is the coverlet that embraces each bed
Where laughter is contagious and strikes the young and old
Where love is a daily garment that adorns every soul
Where joy is a feather that nudges all to soar
Where the house of contentment has a welcoming door
This is my favorite place