Best Engender Poems
An old herbal gard’ner turned bard
dedicated and well-versed
now works his pen from his backyard
in plants and poems immersed.
His choice nouns engender meaning
cleverly minted with scents.
Rare verbs gingerly gleaning
from time’s savory essence.
Somewhat focused on composing
but nettled by a drizzle;
unexpected down-hosing
causes this poet to fizzle.
Lo! His inspiration now gone
like the ink upon his page.
Mrs. Bard calls from the lawn
“I just watered the sage.”
January 5, 2012
I searched for
Something
Tangible
That could
Symbolize
The love I felt for the world
And all its kindhearted people
But all I found was a book written
By men
Claiming
To have a
Message
I was truly
Seeking
Without
Ability to
Explain
Why some
Questions
Are truer
When left
Unanswered
When couples tie the nuptial knot,
They hope to leave the lonely lot.
But far too many newlyweds,
Soon realize their dream has fled.
Instead of being bone of bone,
They live as married and alone.
Feelings become easily bruised,
sparking a cycle of abuse.
The childhood wounds that failed to heal,
greatly affects the way they feel.
The hateful words hurt spouses say,
sear the soul and those old wounds flay.
When violence enters the milieu
The victim feels trapped and unfree.
Their mind is numb and thoughts unclear,
As each new day they live in fear.
The scowling stares, they take their toll,
by slowly stressing sore the soul.
The victim, anxious and depressed
Even in sleep cannot find rest.
The careless words of a dear friend,
crass counselors that do not mend,
a church not caring, callous, cold,
engender suffering untold.
Daily existence feels like hell,
as the soul shrinks to a mere shell.
And then the thoughts begin to tend,
To suicide as welcome friend.
Is there hope for this sad state,
When dreams of love explode in hate.
The God of love who made you both,
Desires to foster your growth.
Stop thinking of who is to blame,
End the name-calling and the shame.
The path to wholeness starts with you,
So, look inside and change your view.
Start looking deep inside your brain.
Explore the hurts that cause you pain.
Ask God above to soothe and heal,
And cause your heart His love to feel.
As each of you begins to heal,
And God’s great love begins to feel.
The grace of God your hearts will fuse,
You’ll love your spouse and not abuse.
'Twas April Fourteenth, Seventy-Eight.
Lest any should repudiate
what on this very special date
the two of them were doin',
Let's for a moment contemplate
their entry to the grand estate,
the legal right to procreate
through mutual "I Do"-in'.
Our hindsight intuition
says that he was probably wishin'
he was fishin', with precision
swishin' flies to waiting bass.
For he had but one ambition
and considered his commission
was to fishin' competition,
pulling lunkers from the grass.
But he set aside this mission
for submission to tradition,
and Patrician erudition
soon replaced his noble cause.
Now a maid with hair of titian
dishin' clams and oysters squishin'
and musician's compositions
may engender his applause.
The Mrs. was the perfect mate
to tolerate and moderate
that diehard fishing reprobate,
and of her own volition,
Found better ways to celebrate
and venerate their special date;
They'd renovate and recreate
the joys of goin' fishin'.
For many years ago this day
they both agreed to go their way
through life together come what may,
the good times or perdition.
And though it's now an old cliché,
the best times all the bad outweigh,
But those which in their hearts will stay
were spent when they went fishin'.
Just another Warrenpiece
Why is there such disgustamacation..?
i seem to engender this inclination,
and..in complete disengenuation..!
all unaware in my preoccupations,
why "i am" so bemused.."
as my outflow's perused,
all in pursuit of your
satisfactamaction..!
Dear poetry soupers:) i did not use spellcheck on this piece "i know"
horror of horrors..!but thats just me.. how remiss.!
i will not be posting for a long while, but will be hosting a contest..that all are
welcome to enter,
that means (you Lay) as well. All the best to all..Joe
amended 18 04 2012
As the celebration of America's independence approaches, I am thinking of our nation's relationship to God relative to America's great documents.
In the play, Raisin In The Sun, the daughter Beneatha had grown weary with believing and trusting in the God of her family. However, When she expressed her own mind in the presence of her mother by saying that God was simply 'An Idea', there was a 'reality check in 'Mama's House'. Her mother demanded that Beneatha repeats these words after her, "In my mother's house, there is always God".
If you have ever entertained the thought of giving up on America, think again. In these United States of America, there is still God. God is yet breathing eternal life into millions of Americans. We do not have to strain our eyes to find God flowing throughout the geographical space called America. Moreover, for more than 400 years, we have found him being acknowledged on the written pages of many of America's great documents.
In a resent study of several American documents, my findings revealed what I suspected. There were multiple references of God. The findings might engender a "So What!" in some, and a "Laughable Indifference" in others. Personally, I do not take it lightly, because it gives us a better hope for a brighter tomorrow in America.
References to God have been from the founding of our country until now, deeply entrenched in many of America's great documents. The six documents I chose to see where references of God were written: The Magna Carta of 1215, The Mayflower Compact of 1620, The Declaration of Independence of 1776, The Articles of Confederation of 1778, The Constitution of The United States of 1787, and The Gettysburg Address of 1865.
05202017cjPS Contest, Late June Standard, Brian Strain, NA
(prior to tha ode dee us political stink sans hillary rodham clinton, i scrawled out this poem. her likelihood to grasp to political mantle than considerably greater than fourteen months when another official will help keep america safe and sound from cares and concerns of an uncertain future).
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Bill leave me
Hugh will cause a beloved howel
From him – the divine necromancer with magic dowel
If ambition stirs thee to make presidential bid for we Chelsea
Reverberating throughout terrestrial bowel
Analogous to former reigning supreme ringleader Muhammad Ali!
As an obedient student who crossed his t’s and affixed every “I” with a dot
Although high letter grades this older papa never got
(Undiagnosed anxiety inducing pressure cooker symptoms made me hot)
I recognize brilliance, and thus would immediately cast my lot
From the current secretary of state whose political skills right on spot!
One year hence, this democrat will cast his vote
Without doubt maintaining his party line
No matter campaigners with republican huzzahs will tote
Unable to change opinion of mine
Praying that economic maelstrom she can brazenly smote
If necessary seeking oracle of Delphi for a positive sign
Or devising my own catchy slogan to quote
Common as this generic human dust mote
Whose esprit de corps would to the stratosphere float
Like some over inflated helium filled ballooning goat
Kidding nobody that view from on high depicts sinking American boat!
Please take to heart
From this fellow (among ship of fools)
Who decries special interest groups sway to sabotage and up-end donkey cart
With extreme elephantiasis haunting white house with ghouls
With penchant to undermine sacred constitution with graffiti art!
This Joe schmoe of a lame duck nada so soup per poet
(who idolizes billy eve able applications of a cigar re: monica lewinsky)
would be in awe
And inwardly hee-haw
If this poem affected your name to be on ballot garnering cheers from this paw
And knows that in those random polls made of straw
The former forty second first lady gaga to engender revolutionary thaw!
Which is the greatest conduct of them all,
which one denies terpitude & futility most strenuously,
which exhalts productivity & nobility most vigorously,
is there a single method of action, behavior of best results
that is preeminent & priority above all others, a vangaurd conduct marshalling the rest,
I am the voice of Sympathy,
where there is woe, misery, lamentations abounding like leaves on trees
you'll find me, not as uplifting but reveling,
speaking as Efficiency I confidently state that none is more pivatol
to success or goal, on my balance constructs & destructs are indistinct,
Compassion, the cornerstone of virtue, I am enabler of empathy,
the isolated instructor from within,
the summons of sorrow & vision of victory,
as Education I say essentially,
expansion of intellect shrinks the world & ignites ingenuity
fascillitating personal progress like the breeze pollenates,
the attitude of Art, this is I, violent epiphany,
serene sensations & resolute reflections,
a communicator of a cosmic kind, imagination hammering,
I'm the bell holler,
the quaint choir of warm Exhaltation,
a muse of meditations & mandalas, I build temples from tissues
and citadels where fears nest,
calculator of consequences, a storm of precise pursuit,
I am that which commands, conquers & survives demolition,
Leadership, heart's precinct,
you cannot deny my supremacy,
I am that ravenous stimulation which can kill or invite life,
Copulation is the term, that impetus which fascinates,
Love is my name,
I engender shame, pride & sacrafice,
a mountain whose summit always rises,
I arouse life forces to ever increasing standards,
Warfare, desire's demon,
you all blame me for the wrongs & feverishly recruit me
when your charms fail,
I am fire upon the soft flower of rewards -
J.A.B.
Methinks I inadvertently got entangled
without deliberate intent, sans whirled
wide web, albeit courtesy of yours truly,
who (flattered upon at least one maybe
more'n one Prose.com subscriber click-
king regularly regarding posts this scribe
electronically broadcast) unwittingly, me
violated unspoken/unwritten breach of
considerable proportion, which singular
impetus arose spontaneously to transmit
(without said dude indulging crude, lewd,
nude... offensive faux pas), that hopefully
doth newt engender an unstoppable feud
(tantamount as if purely innocent motive
capital one offence) pseudo cryptic allusion
to female - only referenced her boat oxe
screen name took objection hinting at my
appreciation by acknowledging humorous
indirect linkedin pleasantries at appealing
to inquisitiveness about this generic garden
variety *****sapien, (he just learned how
to walk erect this morning), but much ado
about nothing, asper comedy of errors this
harmless by George run of the mill on the
floss imp pond durable bard, she (naturally
squared the circle, a laudatory feat), perhaps
concluded, aye tried iterating what appeared
as theorem (from unpublished recently disc
hovered "FAKE" testament, sans Matthew),
and of course no ambition arises to hire any
gumshoe - well worth his polyisobutylene in
chiclets will be pursued, but loose vicious
bloodhounds after this doggone muttering
ole coon holding him hostage within his oh
zone unnaturally square cage.
(Dedication: For the school children, teachers,
adventure guide and tourists who lost their lives
while trekking on Mount Kinabalu, Sabah, East
Malaysia during the earthquake, on Friday,
5th June 2015. RIP. And for those missing.
For their loved ones who mourn their passing.
May you find peace in their memory. For the
survivors, may you find peace in the days ahead.)
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Sad news this sad day: tragic young lives lost;
Yet courage did stay to fight a brave cause.
On June fifth, Friday: sudden tremor swept;
Sabah Mount then swayed with casualties snapped.
A simple school trip: to scale a calm peak;
To gain a good grip, now mortal wounds speak.
Kinabalu trek: where odd earthquake struck;
Brought pain in the wreck, young lives gone abrupt.
We feel humbled here: glimpse heroic acts there;
Teachers who braved fear to cushion harsh fare.
Hear of three trek guides: who focused their best;
Braved tragic landslide to rescue their guests.
Child survivor tells: of human spirit;
Brave acts that compelled when tragic force hit.
We mourn this sad loss: come to terms with pain,
Glimpse uncertain pause, grieve at death's domain.
Sadness moves our spheres: fondly remember;
Flags flown half mast here, watch loss engender.
Sadness marks Games' wit: How fragile life is?
A silent minute to honour lost lease.
Forlorn this feeling: no goodbyes or hugs;
Our children leaving, our broken hearts struck.
Others lost as well: cold mountain terrain;
Twenty voices quelled, sad day flings sad pains.
Tears on sad faces: pain and bitter grief;
Hearts with blown spaces, please let hurts be brief.
Yet life must go on: to live bold and strong;
Pray for those beyond where pain cannot throng.
Sad and grim this day: memories now taunt;
Guilt and regret stray, watch happy days haunt.
Pain and grief will end: to forge happy ploys;
Life sets journey trends, love ushers new joys.
May our tears and pain touch your souls this day;
May we meet again somewhere on life's way.
May our sorrows heal: with the distant tides;
May we live goodwill that stays by our side.
In our hearts we know: beyond sure reason,
Love that ever flows for all life's seasons.
Leon Enriquez
08 June 2015
Singapore
Is it possible I could love you more?
Could your heart be more melded to mine?
Could I make your spirits higher soar?
Could I give your eyes a brighter shine?
Those questions I with guilty shame abhor.
They engender thoughts garnished in gloom.
Yes, I must confess, I could love you more
But HOW leaves me lost outside our room.
In a woman such a man hides;
Alike, He rimes better with She.
More sense, She makes with He.
Because she embeds him;
He always consults she,
To produce clear sound;
And engender one great power in unity.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
We are not crushed
Like a phoenix we rise
Matching with all resonance
Unto this cause we lay breathe
Until we swim in champaign
The odds: our strength
The truth: our source
Though, the trench our haven
In edifice you abode
But we live ahead of time
Right in the palace of posterity
Now we sail in galloping sea
Then shall there be asphalt
For our beasts
Even if we sleep
Our seeds will engender
Soaring like an eagle
So will the cause be rudder
Then shall our learning be rapid
So we shall beam even at sleep
Like Orpheus and Eurydice we dwell in realms apart
Without a Charon to help us cross the great divide
But my love for you sings to the beating of my heart
And your charms I still hymn with praise, with pride.
To your beauty, naught can compare.
Your silken, flowing tresses,
Your long and golden hair
Which forever impresses.
Your eyes were orbs of brightest blue
Shimmering and serene as summer sky.
Whenever I did gaze upon you
You were never shy.
How full your lips, such a deep red,
So inviting and so tender
Where I would long to pillow my head
Your kisses to engender.
Like twin gazelles ,your ripening breasts
Did gambol and slip beyond my desirous touch
Yet you loved my fondling of them at rest
And left them warmly in my clutch.
Beneath the peak of your Mons Veneris
Deep within your lightly golden forest
Lay that sweet and sacred oasis
Where I oft did slake my thirst.
With close, entwining branches
Our trunks were just as one
Caressing close in amorous advances
As we lay beneath the sun.
A life of dreams now is all I own
And I do often wake up with a start
Knowing that our life is done,
Knowing we remain apart.
Forever joyful in your eyes,
fervent refuge of sandalwood,
dazzling dreams-fullness mystic nights,
joined encounters so understood.
Love tenderly seeping deep, you'd
awe-engender romantic guise,
ethereal doorstep you stood
Forever joyful in your eyes.
You looked to the amazing skies
to encounter how long one could
halt the divine sites and arise
fervent refuge of sandalwood.
Euphoria with a touch, would
linger a hum woo nourish highs.
Fierce yearning joined infinite good,
dazzling dreams-fullness mystic nights.
I recall the bound tender ties
no one successfully withstood
the influence who thus denies
joined experience understood.
Our love never misunderstood,
like the moon fully analyze,
visible under the elm-wood
lie peaceful encounter does rise
Forever joyful.
3/27/2023
Double The Fun Poetry Contest
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8 syllables each line except for last line 5 syllables.
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