Best Efface Poems
The month of August brings with it memories of the Beirut blast. Beirut is once again under attack. I wrote this poem as a tribute.
The Rape of Lebanon
My darling, Lebanon, do not be fooled
What they feel for you is lust and not love
You're scented cedars and your hills, bejeweled
make you a piece of heaven from above
You soil has soaked the blood of martyrs brave
Your claim of independence is not true
The blast at port took loved ones to the grave
Now rumblings of war are coming through
The lust of nations will not let you be
They'll strip you of your clothes, and each by turn
will take their fill, ignoring plaintive plea
They'll take and take, and then they'll let you burn
Your beauty is the cause of your demise,
and though you try to hide your naked form,
you're still exposed to greedy, hungry eyes
There's no escape from rapists' brutal storm
And what of us who live in your embrace,
who've loved you long and stayed right by your side?
We grieve to see your foes try to efface
your name and history, the nation's pride
Withdraw your hands! Let Lebanon be free!
Don't fight your wars upon her blessed lands!
You sabotage her bid for liberty
Her innocence is marred by traitors' hands
Oh, Lebanon, our tears will not suffice
We see you ravaged time and time again
You are the victim made to pay the price,
and though you try, you can't remove their stain
I weep, to see what they have done to you
I've heard the sound of blasts rip you apart,
and yet I know no matter what they do,
they cannot still your precious beating heart
My darling, Lebanon, you must be strong,
You are beloved of God, of this I'm sure
Our Savior will one day right every wrong
His blessed grace will help you to endure
Be strong. Be brave. Be courageous.
My darling, Lebanon, please...be at peace.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
September meets with warm embrace,
quickening the harvest pace,
though looming autumn can't efface
what's left of summer's arid grace.
The linen hanging on the line
dances with the gust and shine,
while maypops heavy on the vine,
with honeysuckle, twist and twine.
The cool grass tickles naked feet
while weaned lambs in the distance bleat,
and find some shelter from the heat
'neath leafy canopy retreat.
The gentle wind so jaunt'ly plays
and tousles copper hair ablaze
like furious dancing autumn rays
from Mabon's fiery upraise.
Through rustling leaves the sunbeams glint,
I catch the balm of sage and mint,
and every herb and floral scent
blown to me by the wind's dissent.
Breathing deep olfactory prose
until the old red rooster crows
waking me from my repose
and from beneath the tree, I rose.
When as I rose, a red leaf fell,
wisping down its last farewell;
a changing season to foretell;
the coming bounty doth compel.
Cicadas loudly buzz along
and sing their end of summer song,
o'er by the thorny brambles throng;
unto the prairie they belong.
By and by, I turned my mind
back to the farm and daily grind,
collecting eggs where I can find;
inside the henhouse, else behind.
The hens put up a bitter fuss
with feathers flying from the truss,
so I let out an angry cuss.
Still, they obliged; allowed me thus.
Upon it all, I took my leave,
finished with my blast and thieve
much to the angry birds' aggrieve;
giving them a day's reprieve.
Outside the coop, behind the fence,
my greedy boar approached me whence,
grunting for his recompense,
and so two eggs I offered thence.
Then on, as careful as I might
into the farmhouse kitchen white,
delivered up the shelled delight
to feed the morrow's appetite.
Upon the ending of this chore,
I happened back outside once more,
to watch the day fade into lore,
and Luna make her grand encore.
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I watch a coral glow of sky
and see it mirrored by the sea;
I wish for eagle wings to fly -
away from you, away from me,
away from what has come to be.
The sun ship rode pale aqua waves
the first day that I saw your face;
today take back the love you gave,
free me from your black embrace,
these bitter memories efface.
You bade me sail your golden sea
by rays of morning sun inflamed,
your burning passion scorching me;
your stellar love boldly proclaimed
has left me broken and ashamed.
Your sea turned dark and stormy,
I tossed upon a violent gray;
with sea urchin spines thorny,
you goaded me to sail your way
and left my heart in disarray.
I long to skim the sky,
leave behind your misery;
I long for eagle wings to fly -
away from you, away from me,
away from what has come to be.
Copyright, August 15, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson
Dirt Roads
Hello ole friend, I’ve visited you before.
What can you tell me, what news is in store?
You read like a book, imprinted and deep.
I know there are secrets, you like to keep.
Let’s see what’s gone by, and traveled your way.
Unusual footprints or tracks I might say!
Looks like ole Fred’s been here with his truck,
And after the rain, looks like he got stuck.
Small stroller wheels and a couple small feet
Pulling a wagon, that kid is so sweet.
I see some new rocks jumped up from down under
And oops there’s that pothole, new rattles asunder.
You carry the brunt of Nature’s worst weather.
I see where the flood washed out Sara’s heather.
Now here aways, fences embrace
Where wildflowers blooming, no curb to efface.
And now through the hollow, the trees all adorn
Like trumpets announcing this majestic morn.
The deer and her fawn, new prints in the snow
Your cold shoulder is icy, in minus below.
And yet dear old friend, my thoughts turn to you.
You haven’t changed much, you’re one of a few.
No concrete, no asphalt, no white lines or yellow.
No signs and no limits, you’re a polite kind of fellow.
The stories you’ve seen as each day may pass
The history made, the silence of past
Are imprinted here, upon your great crest
More than my years, you’ve stood the test.
Horses and wheels, motors and tires,
Footprints and hopscotch, puddles and miers.
You’ve seen it all from beginning of time
And still your pure beauty so easy I find.
And now I arrived the place I call home
You’ve guarded me safely when I’m all alone.
I wonder how often anyone cares
How great has your day been, traveling there?
With a heavy heart I embrace
Willingness to come forth efface
All my many unspoken crimes
In the name of our Jesus Christ.
Beneath the breath of my still tongue
They stay struggling to flit among
Memories of stained sinful deeds.
In the name of our Jesus Christ.
To completely wholeheartedly
Accept your judgment blessedly
For your most infinite mercy
In the name of our Jesus Christ.
With a blithesome bosom rising
Of God's anointing sight I sing
Of place of shelter from the storm.
In the name of our Jesus Christ.
12/27/2019
Poetry Contest: Writing Prompt - Take The Dagger Out
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Wingful Whispers of Wisdom
Wingful whispers thru portals spread,
as wisdom softly speaks above our head
Limitless bursts of Love thru needles thread,
Angelic ambiance lies straight ahead
Scurrying starlit sparkles full of grace,
when their work is done they will efface
Illuminations of both time and space,
laboring luminaries of eternal embrace.
Upon their Divine dimensions,
they manifest on earth with ambient attentions
Orbiting with gravitational suspensions,
winged warriors of ethereal extensions
Halos of healing bringers of light,
messengers of love through the mystic night
Harbingers of Heaven with infinite sight,
benevolent in beauty admits their flight.
Winds that carry a breath of bliss,
storms of joy as they witness a soul kiss
The warmth of white light we shall miss,
once they return to their Angelic abyss
Have you seen one so did I,
they appear on the peripheral of an eye
Sometimes blue or white falling from the sky,
one stands behind me now as I shed a tear and, cry.
Aug.02.2018
NEW RHYMING POEMS on Angels
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
N/A for contest
Come all you children
Day is braking , how all the birds are singing,
Glory to the Lord;
His peace on earth, and mercy He has,
God has blessed us with His love
Joyful we rise and great our Lord,
Join the birds in the sky;
The Universal nature says,
We are born a new each and every day,
Christ is with us always,
Christ, the everlasting Lord:
As He comes upon our call of help,
Always keep us on the right path,
Veil’d in flesh, to God we see,
Hail to our Lord Jesus of Deity,
Please oh Lord bless our friends,
Jesus, our savory for you we do,
Hail, the heavenly Prince of Peace,
Hail, the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings.
Mild we lays our glory to Him,
Born that man to die no more;
Born to raise the sons of earth;
Born to give them a second birth.
Come all you children of the world,
come to Jesus the one who knows,
Fix in our hearts the humble home;
Rise, the worlds conquering seed,
Oh Lord we need your saving power,
Our souls need to be restored in thy ways;
Now in Spiritual union we join you Lord for ever,
Yours to ours, and ours to You Lord.
Jesus’ likeness, Oh God, efface,
Stamp His image in our hearts.
Send our Lord from above to guide us,
Reinstate us oh Lord in Your love.
Let us be the one though lost, regain,
Jesus is the life, the inner guide:
Oh, to all the world He comes to save,
With His love in each believing heart.
Dr. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2016
Because I have been let down
Because I have been hurt
Because I have walked empty streets in my town
Because to me he’s been curt
I’ve made up my mind to move on
To save my face
To switch off my phone
His memories to efface
Starting all over again
Washing away the sorrow in which I drown
Pining in vain
A new romance to grace the crown
I deserve in all fairness
To hold back tears that from my eyes roll
As I feed on a tasteless meal of sadness
Wrong advice brought about my fall
From grace in disgrace that hurts so bad
Still I love him
Although he drives me mad
Because he’s been so mean
To feed me on humble pie
Wrecking my pride
With a blue lie
That flattery can no longer hide
Making me wonder
Why I should love again
If all I reap is thunder
In a rather unfair bargain
That aches, bakes and shakes
My belief
That wakes
Up when from my life bolts for good a love thief.
Like an aerial butterfly flutter
The same your lips are caressing my face
And so my mind is lost in a clutter.
As a storm produced by butterfly grace
On environment acts out of control
So the sweet contact of lips can efface
My brain completely as a Champagne bowl.
A miracle is which makes me nutter
But it is love which just enters my soul.
As an aerial butterfly flutter
Renders my mind as lost in a clutter.
O~n occasion, the mind accretes to, "the hurt," when facing
V~icissitudes; blinded by, "the better nature," causing to
E~fface the focus from the Architect while simultaneously
R~aising questions why. Impatience encourages the
C~ollaboration of misery to consult with those of the same mind.
O~nly then to find temporary pleasure due to humanly clocks power.
M~entally drained by dint of attacks upon attacks; seemingly to be
I~nsufferable and impregnable. Though the Architect,
N~ever vanishes and will never vanish from the scene. So,
G~ive and release all apprehension with entire trust.
S~torms will arise from daybreak to nightfall. It must be remembered the
A~rchitect of whom in total control oversees misery so
N~ever question the authority. Become courageous and
D~etermined that, "This Too Shall Pass." Be conscious of
S~trength, wisdom and knowledge evolving afterwards.
T~oday, focus on the size of the Architect and Not
O~n what the mind can't do. Always
R~emain prayerful and faith filled.
M~ust never ignore the Architect of whom created life's puzzle
S~hifting all elements of sand in place from day to day.
(To those who will receive)
Architect-God
Vicissitudes- Ups and Downs
Insufferable-Unbearable
Impregnable-Unconquerable
Dint-Force
Efface-Wipe Away
Pace, INK-U-SCRIPT
Contest Title: Build Your Own Sand
9/16/2013
UNFORGETTABLE
What has it been?
The many, many years flock together
And she’s never been out of mind
Her gentle femininity
That almost apologetic smile
Blend eternally with the multitude
Nor had I tried to efface that opaque vision
No I kept it close upon my awareness
In a cherished area of soul
Alas she sits now beside me
Nothing absolutely nothing has changed
That sweet nausea has returned and even
stronger my yearning
When one loves really loves
The fated friendship may be fraught
With restraint
Yes our two loves differed
Perhaps hers the truer
But for me a waking, lesson taking
perhaps lifetimes to comprehend
Oh she still loves me
In her antiseptic way
Innocents project their feelings are dumb
cannot lie
And she blithely tells me of her new guy
Ah this strange love is blind on either side
I wish her happiness
Dave Austin
If I were an angel, I'd grant
the Asian infant freedom
and a halcyon wind,
infuse the Native American
papoose with ancestral pride,
give the African baby nuru,
the light of understanding,
a potent shield in a harsh world,
and bring the Hispanic infante
respect and peace of heart.
If I were an angel, I'd kiss
[with my eyes] the Jewish babe
whose soul from heaven knows
all things* and efface memory,
visit the Caucasian at birth
with the gift of grace
and a sense of moral reason
which comes only from God,
and to all the rest—newly born—
the wisdom of Solomon
and literary promise,
that the brotherhood of man
might match
the balance of nature.
*This belief requires the babe’s
memory be erased at birth.
SONG OF ANALOG MAN
Don't blog.
Sing in analog.
Log-off in space.
Wasted time!
In machine rhyme.
Holding data in your face.
Past, heart shaped locket.
Present, gear and shinny sprocket.
Pendulum stops in place.
Time machine,speaks tick-tock.
Strings and loops, in quantum flick-flock.
Trying to save the human race.
What's the pattern,
what's the fear?
To everything that
we hold dear.
Endless stream of
one and zip.
Baked in a Pi
of Delta whip.
Here today and gone tomorrow.
Cry into your programed sorrow.
You are not, Computer Ace.
Find the F key, find the trouble.
Hit a key, and now it's double.
All else fails, report your case.
Don't throw ExBasic fits here!
Count the gigs to megabits dear.
Do your Loop in nested trace.
Forgot to multiply
the chain.
Did this really cook
your brain?
The functions solved for X and Y,
thrown a curve you won't embrace.
What's the pattern,
what's the fear?
To everything that
we hold dear.
Endless stream
of one and zip.
Baked in a Pi
of Delta whip.
A swirl of chips and funny numbers.
Formulas, our life encumbers.
Are we truly lost in place?
Can we backtrack and count our fingers?
Toes and noes, the feeling lingers.
Of pendulums, and golden lockets,
and crystals used for mama's vase.
He wants a song, to strum guitar strings.
Don't complicate, the how to live things.
Digital, can we erase?
Analog he really savors.
No prologue to quantum favors.
Do away and please efface!
What's the pattern,
what's the fear?
To everything that
we hold dear.
Endless stream
of one and zip.
Baked in a Pi
of Delta whip.
By Edlynn Nau
Storm Dancer
I am not afraid of the storm;
I have no desire for the norm.
Let me make it perfectly clear;
Trouble is not what I fear.
I have no intentions to follow the crowd;
I speak my truths loud and proud.
A keeper of peace is not my place;
Some pray and some efface.
I will not change who I was raised to be;
To become another's devotee.
I embrace the lightning in my veins;
A family trait that should remain.
May angels and sages bless you;
In all days in life you travel through.
May Thunderers guide me with fire;
For I am the storm and not a pacifier.
Usdi Ganolvsgiagasgi Ulogilv
A Serving of Bacteria With the Pork?
By Elton Camp
It’s hard to believe that some say
Eating pork that’s pink is okay
Here’s how a supermarket survey went
Yersinia were found in nearly 70 percent
Salmonella, enterococcus and listeria too
Make undercooked pork a meal to rue
Since hogs to begin with aren’t very clean
Better hygiene in processing it does mean
In the meantime, what can pork eaters do
For reasonable safety, the options are two
Cross-contamination must not take place
And adequate cooking germs will efface
It makes some wonder if they might
Embrace a largely vegetarian diet