Best Endeavored Poems
With the tremulous dark vista so far and yet so near
Abandoning my defences ~ I stand in awe ~ not in fear
Virtuoso Maestro unleash
a Composition Grandioso
To Overtures of a Symphony
herald the raging storming Tempo
Staccato Strains cascading
rapid torrents of Treble and Tremolo
Rhythmic Beats a Prelude
to an intensifying Triple Time Scherzo
Silken sail unfurled I embrace the storm of your tempestuous symphony
Crashing~ drifting~ floating~ flowing~ tasting ~awakening my melodic epiphany
Effervescent chilling thrilling air as
Allegro whelms Allegretto
Electrifying sizzling Musette ~
Trills a mesmeric Capriccio
Registers booming Bass Notes
rumbling within your thunderous Vibrato
Echoing claps of thunder Prompt
a spectacular Cadence Crescendo
I release my Spirit to gratify every phantasy in its sight
The soaring Tempest of my Soul liberates its own Philharmonic flight
Inhibitions abandoned as I succumb to your Music of the Night
Footnote:
By way of musical term allegory, I have endeavored to dramatize and romanticize the Awesomeness of an Electrical Thunderstorm and simultaneously likening it to the rush of tactual Sensual, Sexuality and Emotions experienced in romantic instances. I felt that the instrumental rendition of ‘The Phantom’ Musical, aptly accentuates the trepidation, anticipation and elating sentiments portrayed in the various elements of my poem.
Say not to me,
that it will not matter a hundred years from now,
that I was here.
For surely I have touched one life in a positive way,
perhaps in daily prayer,
I've called your name one day.
Having no profound accomplishments or delusions of fame,
and leaving no progeny
to perpetuate my name,
still, it will matter that I was here.
For I have quietly endeavored to sow, and I have watered.
I love and am loved--should one desire more?
Life is good and hopefully God is pleased.
The tracks I'll leave, it's true,
will not be so ingrained as to stand harsh winds of time
and they shall fade as the evening sun,
leaving somewhere, only a name and date chiseled in granite.
Perhaps, if only in thought,
one pausing o'er me should question, who was this man?
Let God simply whisper, that I am His.
As beams through blinds half-open softly play
on mottled skin, and helpless, she depends
on doctors and on nurses, none allay
her growing agony that never ends.
Her dread is looming larger. She can’t rest!
She clings to life and ponders soberly
the reasons for and answers to this test.
There has to be some recourse she can’t see
beyond what they’ve endeavored yet to do!
What lesson has she not already learned
with all the many hardships she’s gone through?
She prays to have this last page left unturned,
but then that page is lifted, for that night
a breeze blows in - Her soul to God takes flight.
ANDREA DIETRICH
Andrea, I am a purblind parrot
I have to borrow your carrot
(Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty)
I’m Andrea, a visitor to earth,
And I'm a Virgo; astrologically,
Stability has ruled me since my birth.
A gentle, mellow earth girl here you see.
(Andrea Dietrich)
...and heart she opened wide
The placid hue her eyes were born
A flirty blue, her eyes
Romantic eyes, with whisper of soft lavender for one
The breeze blew in
She clung to life and pondered soberly
Beyond what they had endeavored yet to do.
Her vision was an eagle's
She could see the roads along the shore
Someone motionless
She felt no wrath, but peace engulfed her
She embraced her soul's release.
New snow, beneath the moon and stars, falls with grace
My sweet goddess Andrea
With divine thunder
Rules the poetic world, the cerulean space
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One magical night I endeavored to reach that beautiful blue moon that
Neptune was so enamored with. 6.7 arcminutes, as I moved closer in
Electromagnetic energies drove me to the archway of the heavens
Mesmerized by its incandescent light, I was transported to another realm
Acoustic sounds of Angel voices, pulsing lights and Celestial vibrations
Gradient falls of earthly flowers vanished from my view as I rose up,
Imbued by a nocturnal aria I lost myself inside a moonflower's bloom
Caressed by serendipity each shiny stars was a windfall of Grace
Neptune lanterns of even glow hung off a crescent moon. Oh what joy to
Immaculate my soul with all its pristine hues of blue. She shone bright as a
God of eternal messianic love, she was the key to every planet's open door
Hallelujah hales of sweet rejoice. I was bathed in a crown of light, at the
Tailwind of midnight, a rocking motion from that magical blue moon.
June 28, 2022
I’m Andrea, a visitor to earth,
and I'm a Virgo; astrologically,
stability has ruled me since my birth.
A gentle, mellow earth girl here you see.
(Andrea Dietrich)
...and heart she opened wide
The placid hue her eyes were born
A flirty blue, her eyes
Romantic eyes, with whisper of soft lavender for one
the breeze blew in
She clung to life and pondered soberly
beyond what they had endeavored yet to do.
Her vision was an eagle's
She could see the roads along the shore
someone motionless
She felt no wrath, but peace engulfed her
She embraced her soul's release.
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New snow, beneath the moon and stars, falls with grace.***
*** Everything is taken from Andrea's poems. It's a tribute.Love Andrea
His mind asked his heart a question,
"How long do you think we'll love her?"
Without hesitation or needing immunity it pounded a reply, "After the stars cease to shine, we'll light a candle and love a little more."
The mind messed around and spoke heart's truth.
That scared her to the point of consecration as she endeavored to love all of him.
But in her head, she declared love of self was inhuman. She listened to the many when only one was needed.
Observing her savior because it was He who tapped her shoulder after every bliss filled moments. He said, "It's sin. Please let me in."
He said He'd make her mind whole but didn't tell her about the tearing of the heart. She couldn't a piece to one and the rest to another. Couldn't love right with a feeling of guilt.
No poem or letter or feelings filtered from the heart could make her see the purity of intention. Only if she observed biology as well as her own spirituality she might have made a choice even the preacher she followed made.
Stuck in the pastimes of past lies, truth was nothing more than mistaken soul mate identity.
Merrily a man, there was nothing he could do, but wait till all the last star fell, light a candle, and think without ever speaking it into existence, "Maybe in this eternity."
CONGRATULATION! – CONSUELA CONTESSA SEXTON
Constant you endeavored for a greater way.
You have achieved the ultimate and you should celebrate.
However, if you are not in a partying mood,
Lay back and relaxed because it’s all good.
The status you have acquired well gleam through.
I am so proud that my niece has finished her university schooling.
A Bachelor of Arts in Early Childhood Development from my alma mater.
I am so proud of you niece.
This is from your Aunt Verlena Sexton-Walker.
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Penned May 03, 2015!
I want it too
Just as much as you do
The ability to live and dream dreams
Of one day rising above this hatred
Whose origin we know nothing about
Same way our fathers knew nothing about
But which they endeavored to pass down
Admonishing us to do same
The reason why when in Kano
I dare not say I am Igbo
Same for which my brother is still single;
Because he dares not bring a Yoruba girl home.
In our own country;
Some places are not save for us
We can't sleep with both eyes closed;
Afraid that death might be closing in on us
You suddenly appeared to me Jesus.
You were sitting in the lotus position
in your raiment of colorful robes. . .levitating.
Your wavy long locks had turned grey.
You did not speak to me, you just
looked at me with your kindest eyes
and raised a cup in my honor and
then you vanished like a specter into the
sun splashed day leaving me shaken
in wonder and contemplation.
I have endeavored arduously to decipher
that vision, that day-dream that felt so surreal.
What message were you trying to communicate?
Was your silent toast meant to convey that
you feel I am walking down the right path?
If only I could have spoken to you before
you vanished I would have asked how I could
serve you better, and I would have devoutly
honored you with my soft tears of joy.
I can still see your hair lifted by that gentle breeze
near the verdant grasses encircled by tall pines.
Did you appear in this natural serene setting
because it is where I feel closest to you?
It seemed so natural for you to be floating and
not standing with your feet on the earth below.
In disbelief, I wonder if I conjured your image
out of a desperate need to reinforce my faith in you?
Yet I have always deeply felt your presence without
ever seeing you manifested in physical form
encompassed by your aura of glorious golden light.
I am always asking heaven's angels for their
protection and guidance with my daily life.
Maybe you appeared to me so that I would know
you are also just a prayer away? I do know that,
beloved, and should you ever visit me again I would
just bow my head to express my gratitude
for all you have done to save humanity and for
all the love you bestow on each of us in
teaching us to love one another as we love you.
This is an Easter awakening I will never forget!
God Bless all my poetry friends this Easter and always.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Mother,
I used to walk in dark places and know that I was safe.
Because I knew that I loved you.
Mother,
I have abused my brothers and sisters.
I have contaminated your purity with murder.
I have raped your daughters.
I have kidnapped your children.
I have brought your blessed bosom to the brink of destruction.
And now, even when I walk in daylight I do not feel safe.
For now I am aware of what I have been to you.
Worse than a prodigal, I have endeavored to exploit the very mother who nurtures me.
And now that I have worsened whatever imbalance was in you before I arrived,
I endeavor to flee you like a coward through the grace of an oblivious savior.
Mother,
I have dreamed a dream of water.
I have dreamed a dream of living water.
And in this dream Jesus, my Savior, told me that he was not oblivious.
And in this dream Jesus told me that he was fully aware of my crimes against you.
Mother,
I have dreamed a dream of fire.
I have dreamed a dream of unquenchable fire.
And in this dream Jesus reminded me that I was sent here to heal you as you taught me of manhood.
And in this dream Jesus told me that if I could not love you, my mother, who I could see, then how could I love my Father in heaven who I could not.
Mother,
I have dreamed a dream of air.
I have dreamed a dream of whirlwinds.
And in this dream I breathed in the breath of forgiveness and I realized that it was not too late for us.
Mother,
I have dreamed a dream of earth.
And in this dream, Mother Earth, I see you and us together, fighting for our freedom.
Fighting against the delusion that our fates are not eternally intertwined.
Mother earth,
Please forgive us.
For true, we have betrayed you.
But it is not too late.
Mother,
I promise you that as sure as my savior is in heaven we are going to make it.
Mother,
I present myself to you as a living witness.
The Lord has not forsaken us.
For within our DNA is the secret to your healing and the end of our insanity.
Mother,
Thank you for loving and protecting me, even as I raped and wounded you.
And now it is my turn.
“In the name of Jesus, the earth and all of the earth’s inhabitants are one mind, heart, and body. In the name of Jesus, we are one person, one planet, and one purpose. In the name of Jesus, the lion will soon lay down with the lamb and this beautiful sound, this sound of the sacred Gaia will know harmony!!”
I
wanted
to write
a hymn
for her.
A poem
that sings
her gentle
songs.
Prose that
justifies
and ignites
her eloquence.
I've endeavored
to carefully
piece together
the 26 letters
of the alphabet.
Rearranging
these slices and
strokes to
convey my
verdadero -
my vrai
for her.
But I can't.
For her
poetic alphabet
leaves
me
on tenterhooks -
breathless
and bedazzled.
She is
a treasure.
A perfectly
cut diamond.
And
when I
close my eyes
tonight,
I will inhale her
enchanting prose.
For I know
her beautiful heart
will always share
a soothing
sonnet -
a whimsical poem
or perhaps a
magical hymn...
from her
to us
for him
for me.
Alexander a Tsar of ideals
A man of heart and noble thought
His mentor, Swiss, Monsieur La Harpe
From childhood, molded to play histories part
He built his armies, to defend his land
His imperial crown and noble lands
Serfs and soldiers, all as one
Napoleons fodder, yet they won
A kind soul, with Christian heart
Ideals inspired by youthful dreams
La Harpes moral guidance did play
Mystical as a musical harp
Onwards in life did this Tsar March
Napoleon was exiled, to an island of defeat
As Cossacks marched along Paris streets
They danced both sides, in freedoms hard won
Josephine and Alex, in the night, dined alone…
The Tsar became Frances golden light
Bringing reforms and Senate into the light
Who would have thought, so long ago
The Tsar of Russia, in Paris did go?
He defended the lands, borders and rights
Giving the Nobility and England a terrible fright
What he feared at home, he endeavored abroad
He was the beginning of visions to be…
Vive la France
La liberté
Peace and Fraternity
Our Holy Alliance
Notes:
The Tsar who defeated Napoleon, written by Marie-Pierre Rey
Where to begin? She did a wonderful job on his biography as well as uncovering original documents in archives, shedding new light on his life.
Yes he marched to Paris
Yes he befriended Josephine the wife of Napoleon, much to the dismay of all.
Yes he endeavored to create a constitutional monarchy
Yes he fought to protect much of Frances borders, feeling that France was a counter weight to the other European powers at the time.
Frédéric-César de La Harpe (born April 6, 1754, Rolle, Vaud, Switzerland — died March 30, 1838, Lausanne, Switzerland) was a Swiss political leader and Vaudois patriot, who played a leading role in the creation of the Helvetic Republic. Was the tutor of Alexander the 1st, and played many would say a key role on the future Tsars actions during his lifetime
Afar and beyond the ravines and glens
Two glares have stared to reach
I have jumped, sprung, and climbed
Fluttering only an illusion
I raced the fawns, squealed
With the bats, and even swam with fish
I slithered among the grass, a krait
I supposed I’d be and even tried to hiss
I hung myself among the trees,
A feathery baboon I made
I buzzed and hummed in the breeze,
A million bees arranged
I endeavored and reiterated
To be and not become
I now bury my head in the sand
And laud the things I have done
"To acknowledge the problem is to be half way through the resolution."-M.R
My Mother endeavored, to teach me to drive;
with transmissions, both standard and automatic.
Until it was mastered, she seemed as tense as steel;
on the car floor her feet were firmly planted.
Her eyes were so large, as she issued instructions;
her nerves were on edge, I’ve no doubt.
And when it was done, I’d had so much fun;
but Mom couldn’t wait to get out!