Best Embellishments Poems
How far do the ripples spread, when eventually we die
Probably stay in the locality, level off, no major outcry
But let’s say we’re famous, suffering unexplained death
The ripples keep expanding, growing further in breadth
See the grotesque nature of spin, is to overplay a scene
Garnishing public outrage, lurid pictures fill our screens
Playing to an audience, ratings become the holy grail
Stories without embellishments, grow tiresomely stale
These ripples are an illusion, imagination going berserk
Carried along by a corrupt deception, truth been shirked
Evidence the one requirement, for establishing all facts
I extrapolate backwards, what the hell there’s no splash
Lines converge into partial truths, confused to a degree
Must be taken with a pinch of salt, querying what I see
Even this soup we enjoy, is manipulated and massaged
Most of the poems are quite good, others form a mirage
Taken out of context a rectangle, can become a square
Brought into focus, desolate pictures, not quite so bare
What’s basically a clean stab, or slash across the wrist
When poets stick in the knife, some give it a good twist
Using poetry for a hidden agenda, political or otherwise
Tantamount to mind-numbing crap, seen in the tabloids
If your going to post propaganda, to further some game
Write it on toilet paper, wipe off, that’s all you’ve gained
By
David Kavanagh
Christian Love frame
The only need for death to every exist
Was to slay the fictional self
And all the embellishments used to support it
Fear not, Love’s little flock
You will not be set to fly
And then be allowed to fall
To be strong in your Love
Is to inherit the power of God
That now lies dormant in your essence
For your possession of absolute truth
Is a point at which your Love and your reality
Both become one in God
Slaying your fictional self, being honorable
Is your first step toward your recovery
Of your conscious immortality
For what is sin but the force and mischief
Used to instill and empower
Your mentally invented lower realities
Withholding forgiveness
Is the ego’s assault against life
Love does not judge
For what is the mercy of Love
But that it repeats it’s lessons of life
Until they are learn by the mind
For Love already knows,
What life is yet to learn
Therefore learn from who you are
And teach your outer self
Love’s absolute truth
Love is your true reality, a constant source
Has no beginning or no end
The unlimited potential, quite essential
My prayer for 2010 is that;
These proceeding sayings
Become obsolete this year
In the face of your Love itself, Smile!
Stay in your Bibles, my little bibles
For Love is your title
Not your mind of idol!!
1-2-10 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
Why are you here?
Your familiar skin,
Radiating miscellaneous emptiness
Trembling wanton security
Filled with finite smiles
Infinite complexities
Why should we indulge you again?
A rejected buffet of frozen tenderness,
Aching for high horses to help you gallop
Hunger, no vacancies to reside in your malnourished smile
Wishing for a soldier-in-arms
Wishing for a human-in-arms
As you reach for your step-stool glory
Another dignified teardrop
Stolen by cacti palms
Proverbial residue streaking across glassy 3rd eye
How would our cries
Affect your tomorrow
Meaningless
Why do you return?
Did your rose tints become another concaved agenda?
5 identities, incarcerated
4 revelations, engorged
3 embellishments, glorified
2 pre-judgments, sexualized
1 memory, tainted
Yet, your leech aches for another devouring of serenity.
Hoping to feel #1 again, before expiration
Of your 90 day return policy
Another Cinderella, with a shoe that was never going to fit…
©Drake J. Eszes
She
relish
The coming
Of November,
Her embellishments
Scattered around her feet
In rotting putrid decay.
Yet the old tree shivers naked
Meanwhile the common crow’s nest exposed.
Entered A November Nonet Poetry contest
Sponsor Andrea Dietrich 11/11/2022
From life to vivaciousness
wood chips will nourish with nutrients' fix.
Ah... whiffs of fresh pine sift as temperature rises,
steam swirling from this pile higher than I.
Should I climb upon it and slide down,
I could drown in the sweet smelling heat.
Woodland bits would grip garments like embellishments,
pokes groping my skin as I whimsically wince,
pinecone punctures perceived as pleasures.
My hair would wear the wilderness afresh,
twigs twirling between tresses to rest.
With sought satisfaction of childhood carelessness,
hugging trees' sacrificial splendor,
I plunge in and spin.
2/29/2020
Importance of the Alternative Perspective
Contortions of my sentient being
Distortions of my inclinations to dream
Proportions of truth deciphering what it all means
Abortions of opinion as things are not always as they seem
Embellishments of truth displayed on the evening news
An inelegance that’s uncouth waiting for uncivilised cues
An epiphany of untold magnitude seen in awestruck colours of light and hues
A litany of criminal activity revealed by a complex set of clues
The vibrant laughter of children free from care or thought or sorrow
The vagrant daughter of an aristocrat whose forced to beg and borrow
The fragrant spice of delicate refine that contemplated living for tomorrow
The content found on television devoid of depth and so very hollow
Renewed graces of a man given a second chance at living
Perused statements of an intellect whose ideas are always giving
Confused looks from a stern command who remains perpetually unforgiving
The innocent intentions of a naive soul who stakes his fate on wishing
An ordained priest of benevolence preaching love to his fellow man
The contained feast of eloquence as a poet reaches linguistic highs
The engrained yeast of vigilance pacing back and forward as she cries
While the deranged beast of malevolence plots an innocent souls demise
Should we contain the urge to purge our souls from all this hate ?
Or simply refrain to complain at all lest we get locked out of Heavens gate?
Can we pertain noble incline in the workings of the human mind?
Or is the most essential attribute to remain above all else to be kind?
"free from conditioned belief
no agenda on our shelf
vibrant as the light of Self
life flows on all by itself”
- Unseeking Seeker
All I wish is to be my genuine self
Free of all agenda, unshackled and free,
And flowing like a winding river
Over shoals, crags and boulders,
Carving its slithering way to the destination,
Until it merges with the mighty ocean.
There’s so much freedom in my roaming.
I don’t have to put on appearances,
Or don a mask, but be original
No agenda to follow, no canons to obey
I can live listening to the gentle dictates of my soul
Guided by the inner light burning in me
Glowing like a lamp in the night
With the oil, poured to feed on.
Retain my natural state without embellishments
Experience the unadulterated joy of being me
Renewing now and then, leaving aside
Old conformities like the sloughed skin of a snake.
I don’t have any deadlines to meet.
Like a square peg in a round hole,
I don’t have to struggle to fit in,
But accepting myself as I am.
I want to travel light, never letting the weight,
Of the world hang heavy on my shoulders.
I don’t desire for any laurels or badges
I don’t wish to fall victim to the numbing
Or dumbing cravings for power, wealth or fame
Never allow any hankering that plagues the soul
And muddle the mind with a desire to see my name
Placed in the list of victors of the world.
All I wish is to build bridges between man and man
Speak the language that connects one to the other
See everything as God’s gift and thank Him for it.
Love, laugh, live and let live, cherishing myself and others!
Gifts love-packed
Glass-balls gleam around
Plastic-bells compact
Move to and fro without sound
Amidst wreaths, and nutcrackers
Wool-stuffed Santa Claus
Waves his hands like backpackers
Gives a smiling solemn silent pose
Stockings and reindeers
Occupy their spaces as though it's their right
Snowmen on snowglobes with no fears
Mock at the Gnome that resembles a skeleton knight
Nativity Figures and Sets change the zeitgeist
Cardinals, finches, and redpolls rhythm-set
All cumulate their concentration on Christ
Has Emmanuel, in the hearts of humanity, been born yet…?
Your soft s i l h o u e t t e lingers into an artisan’s canvas,
the outline of your nape I seem to trace with such ease-
I use my charcoal to sketch the nudity of your beauty,
and with each stroke I draw…
I am comforted.
Your body shape is breathless,
your contour divine-
your curvatures…
I embrace.
Each line seems like a memory I never wish to release.
For you are a portrait of embellishments-
As I exaggerate your body shape
I am sent to an abyss of infatuation.
Tracing each crescent of your soul entices my taste,
and forever I am bound to your image.
Inhale-
each breath I breathe.
Exhale-
with me by your side.
I shall frame you in the morning with adoration,
and at nighttime, a tender kiss I shan’t forget-
for you shall always bring me a longing sensation,
lingering into my essence...
is your soft s i l h o u e t t e.
Date Written: September 14, 2017
Likes to Dali herself up whilst reading,
assumes abstract designs will enhance
the benignly inartistic life story she's writ,
can scarcely sit through her own tediously
scripted fecklessly poetical verses moreover
embittered embellishments 'tween the blank
spaces of her once upon a failed phantasma
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" one blood's flowing in veins ... one heart's beating in rhythm - a MOTHERLY LOVE "
thirsty? blood is here to quench my thirst
hungry? starving? body's here to fill my tummy
life is here to sacrifice
breath is here even its very last
tears fell in melodious harmonic beat
laughs jibe in embellishments of lyrical blithe
cries mourn in echoing hymn of woe
words sounds in profound cyclic tune
love flows incessantly ...
my queen, owning the golden crown of my life's honor
my sculptor who shapes and molds me up
my painter who puts the ravishing spectral hues in my flawed life
my architect who builds the home of my life's essence
my doctor who cures every imperfections, weaknesses and frailties
and my number 1 fan ... who's always there to be proud at my BEST .
thank you for what you do unconditionally~~
now,
when you're at thirst, my blood is here to quench yours
when you're at hunger, my flesh is here to fill yours
~~you and I as 1 ...
one blood's flowing in veins
one heart's beating in rhythm
a motherly love that keeps me breathing in life~~~~
"I LOVE YOU MOM"
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*-* JUN-JUN VILLANUEVA
*-* "MOTHER" contest by A Rambling Poet
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" this disguise is my final revenge for myself ... "
Mimicry of visage
Authentic effigy?
Superb tangible facade?
Kaleidoscope icon ?
Contrived through lofty scrupulous gilt scraps of aesthetic means
Overlaid with fragments of embellishments given birth by fervency
Nestled wholly with comely stokes and chromes depicting secrecy
Camouflaged behind this handmade MASK
Every single " skeleton in the cupboard " still the same - incognito
Ample emotions,heartstrings - not converted...not seen by the eyes
Living - existing in this alluring visor
Secret - this is my " FALSE FACE ", my revenge ... my FINAL ace ~~~
Mimicry of my own image
Entity discrepant from my genuine ME...
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Apocryphal embellishments of
a non-canonical secret society,
teeming amidst a dubious
enterprising authenticity,
exposure's excessed stormy decay of
tormented poet's crushing blows,
ego's wild oats fruitlessly sown
rampaged rush to save their own flesh,
poesy's wildflower blooms wilted
under acid rein's torridity of seduction,
hence poetry's infertile demise unto
dusty shelves' apathetic surrender
With so many kids in my family
Mismatched socks we had many
Stripes, whites and array of colors
With buttons, yarn, ribbons and glue
Duct tape, felt and markers too
We'd go toe-to-toe creating
Sock puppets of different kinds
Google button eyes and button noses
Yarn for hair, felt mouths and ears
Duct tape bow ties or embellishments
Of ribbons and broken old jewelry
Using are new funny-looking puppets
Button eyes wiggling upon our hands
Nine of us would put on puppet plays
Each puppet was given a crazy name
And now it's show time, so quiet please
For Black Eyed Susan's contest, "Buttons"
Out of the pot of Nature's Heritage we were created.
The taste of originality to savor, such novelty to behold.
Fearfully and wonderfully adorned with a spirit nurtured as a replica of our being.
A magnificent culture of beauty who have under-taken as a task,
In the misconception of thousand ways to keep such aesthetics alight.
Rather than lived out the beauty of our souls,
Focusing on the weightier matters, are fastened on outward frivolities.
Baked earth marked with easy simplicity and freedom from artificiality.
Rather left a congenital appearance to be remarked, remodeled and redesigned with embellishments.
Who can find a virtuous woman, for her price is far above rubies.
Consider the great beauty in the heart of the Queen of many Queens.
One of Esther, a fair and beautiful maid of whom the royal crown was placed upon her head.
Bore and carried upon her shoulder the pains and burdens of her people, travailed much but overcame.
Abigail, a woman of good understanding and a beautiful countenance with graciousness,
Averted the mischief wrought by Nabal her churlish husband.
Reflect on the beauty of the courage Deborah seised, serving as a judge to the Lord's people.
Fought in the face of danger as Sisera was sold into her hands.
Contemplate the amount of love Tabitha a woman full of good works and alms-deed possessed,
That even at death her folks would rather she lived again than lay helpless to death.
Ex-cogitate the excellency of the fulfillment of everlasting covenant,
The lord established through a seed from the barren womb of Sarah.
Ruminate over the determination of a virtuous Ruth,
From a low estate Mary, blessed among all women of whose seed is the king of kings.
A chew-over ambit an acquisition of a quintessential perspective.