Best Enshrine Poems
The many winters I had seen
When once I was a teen
Gathered inside our small living room
Joy and simplicity our faces illume
Warm with laughter at striking stories
Light is the heart and empty of worries
My sisters and sole brother
The treasure of my father and my mother
Mum, our angel of the earth
The springs of our gaiety and mirth
Moving in the magic of her young age
Our hunger for hot food would assuage
Would even bring a piece of paradise
To us, if we dared ask, for any price
Dad, overloaded, would tread miles for our sake
Serene reassuring smiles while so much at stake
The nights echoed holy verses dad used to read
Developing a sense of belonging to his creed
Opening our hearts to the graces and blessings of the Divine
In my veins, a life of a tender love I’ll ever enshrine
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Many winters had passed
Still nourished of a so precious past
Confined to the tranquility of the night
The magic box would offer dreams in black and white
Stress and concern evaporated and lost weight
Soft whispers.. suppressed giggles with life pulsate
The quietest of corners I would always look for
My sanctuary, my home made bookstore
Ever my worlds side by side shaping the inner me
No single worry over the one whom I would be
Why would I when I was entangled in more than one story
Preened myself on my pen musing in my world of ivory
My younger sis who of English knew no word
Would grant me her patience and love for what she heard
Love and most of all contentment and gratitude
Deeply remained, the reign of my worlds and my soul food
The cold of winters, now, how can my words perceive
In my realm of poesy what of warmth willing to weave
The winter of our Life which many abhor
My wishes I will have the grace to adore.
Summer's sweet swans share
white winged feathers
Wild and free as they bow their
long graceful necks.
Artistic as a poet's painting
of fecund flora,
Nature's lough at Coole, their
peaceful dwelling place.
These white majestic creatures
swim silently near shore,
Aesthetics adorn blue wondrous
waters in a white flotilla
As reposeful ripples evenly extend
to encompass the heart.
Coole's liquid sheen shimmers in
Lugh's luminous aquatic
Oneness, as mating pairs begin
their winsome waltz
On placid waters where swan
calls echo in stereo.
Lilac's sweet scent in breezes
serene and romantic
Elevate the soul as evening's
elysium visions enshrine.
6-27-20
~First Place~
Summer Love Poetry Contest
Sponsor Chantelle Anne Cooke
*Coole: ( Irish: An Chúil) is a village in County Westmeath, Ireland
*Lough - Irish word for a lake - a body of (usually fresh) water surrounded by land
*Lugh-the god whose name means "shining one" was a Celtic sun god.
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The price of wisdom won't go unpaid
As lessons learned enshrine their toll
But dreams will ne'er submit to grey
Nor the immortality of your soul
So sing o' heart that must be heard
To all who wait and cherish grace
Of willing minds that could be stirred
And see true beauty from your face
On this day we pay true due
To one who's life lives as a kiss
With pride to say that once we knew
One whose thoughts could bring such bliss
Happiness to you always, Ms. Johnson
Silence like a bird without song
Lost rays of heat when day was long
Cool breeze of seasons gone
Past words of love that go amiss
Romantic days so full of bliss
Promises are long gone
Lifetime of love that seemed fleeting
Flames of passion now retreating
Years that have come and gone
Memories just left to enshrine
When love was once so truly mine
All that before - for he is gone!
Moonrise and showers
Enshrine flowers
A stroll along the shoreline
Starlight and halos
Eternal cosmos
The awakening angel
Lullabies and shadows
Mystifies meadows
The calypso personifies
Coral and fireflies
Rainbow skies
The radiant circle aglow
Butterflies and ladybugs
Intertwine jitterbugs
The dance along the skyline
Time does not celebrate
Nor sunrise play kazoo
The folly of the “New Year”
Belongs to me and you
The orbiting of Jupiter
The gleaming Milky Way
Know that being where you are
Don’t mean that’s where you’ll stay
For geese will cut the sky with V’s
And bears retreat to slumber
While we are left to pondering
The days we try to number
For time is but a monitor
Of movements without cause
And we the counters of the days
Enshrine time’s timeless flaws
Let your light, sweet Jesus
Into our souls’ crib to shine
Bless our hearts, divine infant
Your love, forever to enshrine!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 DECEMBER 2014
POTD
Simple treasures enshrine the heart
bestowing a glee pure with delight;
goodies wrapped in foil thrill the orphans
on a breezy night, sweet lyrics glow…
Merry the friendship when long talks bind
enchanting hours of sweet reveries,
as cheers are shared with honeyed tea
while neighbors join to say hello…
We flock ‘round Grandma’s homemade pies
Then offer tidings for everyone;
beneath a pine’s star glazed by joy
with gift of thanks for blessings’ grace…
Along the blue of bluest night
prayers spill for world unity
when gratitude finds the loving,
the yearning of tender spirits
a promise where kindness resides.
Random Acts Of Kindness Contest: Debbie Guzzi
Resubmitted 2/12/2017
An Echo Through Time
An echo through time follows all now in kind;
It’s the moment when poets find their rhyme!
Past-Present events give us a mirror to see from,
Of what Present Perfect events have now become.
Poets must write to truth what surely they mean;
With such wondrous verses the reader shall glean!
Writing with tone, tenor and syncopation is grand,
Giving poets that mellifluous effect desired by plan.
The echo quality of a great poem bespeaks its passion,
Whilst its literary panache shall always be in fashion!
An echo reflects a poem’s true resonance by intention;
Ensuring one’s mind shifts to an intellectual dimension.
Poets’ rendezvous with this echo through time is divine;
It helps us enshrine our thoughts now in continuous time!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 27, 2015 (Rhymed Couplet)
MAMA AFRICA
My driver to the earth
No crush,No regret
Tales of a black mother
Mother that mother the
mother's tongue of mothrer's land.
When you waft my infant?
The love you show me is
that of God to Adam
Your beam enrich my soul
Your tender kiss sparkles my dream.
Your generous hug goes through my vein and overcome my flaws
Indeed you are a blessing,
A blessing to the Universe
and a blessing to Africa.
All hail the mama of Africa
You back me through the dreadful sea to enshrine me in the land of
sucess
The world u give,keep me going on
Overcoming every obstacles of life
Indeed you are my skirt,My Lover,
most precious being and my Gold.
For you not being a termagent
What shall i say to thank you?
What shall i pendown to
Show gratitude?
Let thousands of blessing descend
on your tender soul till eternity.
The fruit you laboured,
You shall reap
© Adedamola Quadri Adeniyi
All Right Reserved 2016
Don't ask me to apologize for being the monster inside
I refuse to set any agony i have aside
Don't ask me to torch out the fuse i have growing
There is so much torment behind this face without anyone knowing
Don't ask me to unmask this demon i enshrine deep in the dark
It fuels my spirit, whats left of me creating a tiny spark
Don't ask me to let go of the past
All the exploitation has been passed
Don't ask me to neglect the flashbacks you put into my head
So many wounds on my arms from the times you made me bled
Don't ask me to excuse all the sin you created
Cause my heart is buried distant enough it has to be gated
Don't ask me to uncoil and live a little
For how many times you beat me till my bones became brittle
Don't ask me to not dread all of this
I'd have to count the times of deaths i'd nearly miss
You've made me the monster
now don't ask me to apologize
A bee came buzzing too soon, too soon
The season is not yet in its June
The sap must rise to the breast of the moon
And roots must lust for the earth in ruin
I am planting in September rain
When the ice winds come shall this remain
Shall sow my love to earth in vain
Shall the winter's cross bring me pain
The bee does not hesitate, in faith
It buzzes to find the flower, and wait
Enshrine in dazzling dance, in spate
With the autumn's fruitful date
O but the barren glade is bare, is bare
Except for concrete everywhere
Shall bowers green brim again here
And the bee brims with honey from my darling dear?
Once great, now feeble, he walks his land,
With quivering scepter in his hand.
Now relentlessly stalked by nature’s fate,
Instinct plays drum to his drawn-out gait.
With nostrils flared he seeks their air,
But horizoned eyes confirm his despair.
He circles n’ circles the sun-bleached bone,
Those stilled remains of those he’d known.
Season after season he has roamed the plain
As nature determines the length of his reign
Now, beside those bones he’ll surrender his crest.
It's come, his turn to for eternal rest
He was the last of his pride that anyone saw.
Now fossilized soil will enshrine his claw.
Ever since I first held you,
I haven't let you go,
Your love delicate, potent
this smile I wear emulates
your love mirrored within
you move me,
my spirit influenced
cessation worthy
held securely
Each day our love begins our journey
together we strive new heights
momentum enshrine
with our love blessed
life delights
Life delights time
GOLDEN PENS
May your words forever intertwine,
A couplet of angels most divine
Romance you paint with gentle design
Yet still drink of passions holy wine
Joyfully your sweet soft love does shine
One beautiful kiss loves gleaming sign
Moving as one in poetic line
In each others eyes glinting sunshine
Kisses so soft you cannot decline
Each tender caress love doth enshrine
An Acrostic Monorhyme poem
Written for my dear friends, "May your pen's forever flow with gold"
~14/04/2015~ Shane