Best Endearingly Poems
As I stand mindfully, facing mirror of my life,
Juxtaposition of yesteryears’ reflections revive
Mountains of grief and valleys of despairs,
Heartwarming wins and heartbreaking losses,
Echoes strumming joy and shouts in the void;
Thinking of plans shelved, dreams deferred,
Tears of rejoice and bawl of lonesome cries,
Past of dawns darkening on nebulous skies,
Cheerful episodes evoking days of sunshine
Ambivalent in discourse of seasons gone by;
Distraught in endeavors strived, but failed,
Overjoyed in laudable, worthy achievements,
Saddened by the hollering of indelible regrets
Callously crowding the path of my ambitions
On avenues not taken, of choices forsaken,
Competing for space in the mirror of my life;
As memories euphoric verbalize photographs,
And stories euphonic stoke cherished laughs,
And celebrations clap the sound of applause,
Endearingly revered and treasured lifelong,
Where, as I cogitate, recalling a life sublime,
Man in the mirror smiles, content with his life.
May 7, 2022
Placed 3rd: In the Mirror of Life Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
I saw you looking in the mirror again today
You can’t seem to go past one
Without taking a second glance
Your own image seems to impress you
As if you were really in love
With the one staring back at you
You never seem to notice me
Watching you as you pass the mirror
And you seem almost a narcissist to me
Who only sees how you prance and primp
Staring long and hard at your appearance
I don’t believe I’ve ever seen
Another look so long or endearingly
Into that looking glass where we all see
Ourselves staring back at us
Could it only be me or are you actually
In love with what you see
Looking back from your reflection
And it is a little troubling to me
When I see you speak to yourself
Long moans of yearning
Puppy, I know you long to believe
That puppy in the mirror
Is your brother or sister!
friendships take.....time
an investment of emotions
sacrifice
determination not to let
things slide
intentional
it's all intentional
perhaps unconventional
in a world where
look out for Number 1
is the best tune to hum
true friendships
don't happen in a void
"I don't have the time"
not the right rhyme
for friendship's poetic rhythm
Friendships take...love
not the conditional kind
but unconditionally blind
to the faults
and seeing the sincere
hidden inside
a friend will confide
and abide
in friendship's sphere
dear and near
Friendships take...visits
drop by to say, "Hi!"
and share a piece of pie
to laugh and cry
and watch the days go by
friendships are forever
didn't you know?
when your soul is on show
affection can grow
friendships take me
friendships take you
always and forever new
a true friend
it's so true
is someone
so perfectly and exactly and endearingly like you!
Dedicated to Richard L on his birthday!
I would harken back to passions of realm sublime
As melodies of beloved past endearingly chime
Appealing to yesteryears when love was in prime;
If only I could endeavor to journey back in time.
Strolling with you in springs of blooming meadows
We will greet paradise, euphoric thoughts renew,
Indulgent in amorous music heartbeats compose;
If only I could decode secrets, musings of souls coo.
There would be no laments, no recollections irate,
Nary a hint of grief, clenching strife would berate,
For heavenly bliss in your domain will forever elate;
If only I could manage to alter the course of fate.
I will restage how dear-Venus inflamed our mood
As astral orchestra strummed twinkling stellar tune
While courting your fervor waltzing stars wooed;
If only I could succeed to entice the doting moon.
I remember your smile, lauding blushing twilight,
Enamored in lyrics of hearts, fervent verses recite,
O, those moonlit desires would rekindle tonight;
If only I could seduce, reveries of romantic night.
April 16, 2023
This or That, Vol 17 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
I arrive at my job site 1-1 1/2 hours early
every work day as a rule generally.
I relax on a public bench with my container of coffee
while I psych myself to prepare for the day's hard work ahead of me.
A magnificent Rottweiler was being walked as I sat there one morning..
My first thought when I saw him was "Endearingly Menacing."
The dog looked at me, I looked at him
and then all of a sudden,
the dog came charging
at me directly and definitely.
I fought the natural instinct to flee.
That might trigger something in the dog predatory,
so I decided that a smile and open arms would be my greet
to this beautiful beast approaching rapidly, intimidatingly towards me.
He pounced on me with great force and weight
and began slobberingly, lovingly licking my entire face.
Since then every single one of my work days
involves Maximus and I carrying on this way.
He is the perfect start for all of my high pressured work days.
After playing with Maximus, all of my pre work anxieties fade away.
*
Special thanks to Elizabeth, Maximus's mommy
for allowing Maximus to hang with yours truly.
*
Maximus and I
To Be Continued?
*
Where
Blue sky
Meets vigor
Of azure lake,
Golden light frolics upon amber waves
While little girl sits, conversing with duck;
Endearingly
Whispering:
Feel my
Love.
August 16, 2020
Double Tetractys Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Photo #1
Life without her
would never be the same
She was the loudest, proudest
most endearingly brash
sugar-sweet and pickle-sour
five-foot-two, force to be reckoned with
that anyone in Yell county had ever met
I confess
I was somewhat obsessed
with Miss Mavis' hair as a child
perhaps it was the fact
that she was the only white woman
I'd ever seen sporting an
honest-to-Oh-My-Goodness Afro
And her hair hadn't always
looked like that
I'd seen photographic proof
pictures from the 60's that showed
her having a mile-high beehive
lacquered with layers of AquaNet
utterly unmovable
much like Miss Mavis herself
Never married, Miss Mavis' house
was unapologetically pink
in varying shades
Pink carpet, wall-to-wall
pink wallpaper, curtains, bedspread
even the ceiling above your head
pink on the tiles of the bath
pink toilet?! pink sink
pink details down to the
homemade tissue-box cozies
Looking for all the world
like the inside of an old lady 'collector's edition'
Barbie house, with rainbow-colored clashes
of crocheted kitsch thrown about everywhere
piles of clothes draped over chairs
comfy but cluttered, it had a crazy air
of outrageous audaciousness
She was more comfortable
being herself
than anyone I'd ever known
so natural
as if to say
who else would I be?
It never occurred to her
to even try
to become someone else's ideal
She was that real
My God never fails me
My God seeks me
And finds me
My God adores me
My God wants me
My being
My heart
My entirety
The shards, the mess, the shame
My God desires it all
Because My God desires me
My God sought beauty in this earth
So He created me
A flower planted in the garden of my Father’s hand
In His eyes,
I am beautiful because I am sowed and reaped endearingly and perfectly
My God believes in me
So much
That he gave me Christ-
A worth
An identity like any other
My God trusted the World in my hands
So My God breathed life into my soul
So I live
I rejoice
And I love
For the one
Who turned me from a mustard seed into the mountain
So I stand courageously
Knowing my God is my God
And I am exactly who He made me to be
His
Enthusiasm sweeps me up and
tosses me casually into the wind.
I travel heights never travelled before
To far away places
Smelling flowers not fully visualized
More fragrant than any earthly daisy
The sights are vague as I am tossed about,
but gently, endearingly
I do not argue or fight this freedom
I am feeling, unencumbered
in every way, an honor to my gypsy soul self
Encouraged to create art in a variety of forms
God given utter joy and permission
to create whatever I desire with bliss and love
Garrulous girls gather
Glorious and giddy
Giggling and gossiping
Geared up endearingly
Go out in groovy nights
Getting glacial but gay
Girls giving grief to guys
Syllables 42. Counted on www.howmanysyllables.com
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April 27, 2014
Form:PLEIADES
Dr. Ram Mehta
I will die intoxicated
by the poison of sweet lies
falling from your cheating lips...
ah...
how well they lie...
when they touch me whispering
and drink me slowly
stirring storms
on my warm and quiet shores, mi amor
nights turn into days
days grow longer and golden
encounters are pampered on exotic beaches
in realms reached only by boat
women with breasts burned by endless summers
wink at you
sipping colorful margaritas
seagulls break the mirrored surface
with hungry beaks and sharp screams
samba rumba bachata merengue
ay ay ay Latin American fiesta
round hips sway under hot hands
corazones salvajes smolder in copper-colored chests
and your lips keep lying to me
etching hot petals on my thighs
awakened from the tropical drowsiness
(hanging from the crescent moon
and baptizing the verse with tequila
a mariachi prays endearingly
Dios mio
give me days to die
and nights to rise again
una y otra vez)
Going through photographs of yesteryear,
makes me wonder what made you a murderer?
To the brother, who you claimed to be brother from another mother.
Going through photographs of yesteryear,
reminds me of the growing years when we (me & father) were your nurturers.
We told you to be her protector to your sister,
Not a murderer but a shoulder to her tears.
Have you not seen the color of your sister’s face when the brother of yours
and lover of hers arrived at our place everytime?
Have you not been prouder when she spoke of your bromance
endearingly in front of the so called mediocre crowd?
Going through photographs of yesteryear,
makes me wonder why we told you to be a protector to your sister,
not a murderer but a shoulder to her tears.
Why had I told her that after me and father, brother will take care of her?
Why had I not taught her to be independent than make her bend
in front of the brother who at the end shall listen to the society?
Going through photographs of yesteryear…..
These hands that once held you so tight
Have held many others, yet you were so right
The fingers that grasped your skin, they held your essence
They've stroked few others since, yet have you not rinsed
Sweet soft skin that glided, slipped under my touch
Is now free, aloft, for others to malign, enrough
You wanted to soar, sail, live above my simple view
Now you have it, experience it, is it worth it, ingenue?*
I tell myself that you are gone, forever lost, weak
Yet in my mind you are pure lass, hard, virginity
You wouldn't speak to me of the past you had
You painted a picture of pain gone, me new fallow land
Yet were you someone else, a free spirit only becalmed
That I came across and stood with, a stable palm frond
Or were you a different person, that fooled me complete
Were you a nymph, brought to me in moment of weak
Now you're gone, you said coldly you wanted aught else
And I gasp and grasp as what we once knew, held
The knife in my chest upon which I down-look
Is still here, your lash, your now ever-last-hook
Christ but it hurts, when I let your image come in
That we could have been so much, if it had only been
Did you peel away at last moment because you were fake wren*
Or because it was but temp respite, and we are meant
I do not want to believe that the stars ordain us
For it causes me burning, painful, magmatic crust
I want to know that you are that fake, bleeding sore
But I am afraid to look, to know that we were but ordure*..
* Ingenue - French - a young woman who is endearingly
innocent and wholesome
* Wren - king of birds
* Ordure - fecal matter
Let’s please God with our faith* while growing biblically
Showing Christ-likeness believably
Revealing scriptural wisdom boldly
Presenting eternal life blissfully
Exposing heaven beautifully.
Let’s please God with our love while proclaiming His message confidently
Sharing the Gospel and salvation plan capably
Conveying Bible truths for Christian nourishment constantly
Illustrating discipleship lessons clearly
Explaining stewardship blessings conscientiously.
Let’s please God with our joy while heralding the good news of hope dutifully
Informing the lost of His truth’s assurance determinedly
Inspiring the discouraged of the Father’s care discerningly
Persuading the proud of the Spirit’s work decisively
Warning the skeptics of imminent judgments dauntlessly.
Let’s please God with our trust while communicating for Him earnestly
Standing with sanctified posture enthusiastically
Walking according to Spirit’s direction eagerly
Influencing others through good work’s gestures emphatically
Expressing sweet fellowship with the Lord endearingly.
Let’s please God with our sacrifice while delivering His tidings of peace faithfully
Enunciating “Thus saith the Lord” counsels factually
Asserting “Fear not” admonitions firmly
Uttering “The Lord is my shepherd” favourably
Saying “Even so, come, Lord Jesus” fervently.
Let’s please God with our service while exhorting believers gloriously
Voicing out the Saviour’s compassion gladly
Sounding battle cry against sin and hell’s wrath grimly
Instructing with precepts of holy living graciously
Verbalizing the great commission gratefully.
Let’s please God with our gratitude while declaring divine promises habitually
Praising His Deity in worshipping the Trinity heartily
Exalting His name in teaching His doctrines honestly
Honouring His presence in living for Him healthily
Testifying of His awesomeness in yielding to Him humbly.
*Hebrews 11:6 But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him.
March 15, 2020
Sun Kissing reflections awakening
all flowers, lusciously mezmerizing
with peaceful tenderness, underlying
my lover's caresses endearingly.
(Rhopalic Verse)
25th June, 2012 (c)