Best Entire Poems
I love you deeply, yet with restraint
With loyalty and trust
Your form fit, for canvas and paint
But love is no impulse of lust
I love you softly, yet with passion
With tenderness and care
I hold you as would satin
To clouds I could compare
I love you truly yet with compassion
With honesty and pride
Right or wrong without hesition
I'll always take your side
I love you eternally, each breath
With contentment and peace
For I know that even in my death
This love shall never cease
I love you completely, with out bounds
With wonder, and desire
In your eyes my meaning found
For you've stolen my heart entire
CUT BACK ON "EDUCATION IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA"
AND AMERICA WILL BE,AN UNEDUCATED NATION,AND THOSE WHO CUT BACK ON "EDUCATION,ARE BRINGING DOWN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA ,DEMOCRACY,AND MAY BE TRYING TO "CREATE "A COMMUNIST NATION"? THOSE WHO TRY TO CREATE A COMMUNIST NATION IN A SOCIETY THAT IS "DEMOCRATIC" IS "THE ENEMY OF DEMOCRACY" AND "MUST BE REMOVED FROM "POLITICAL OFFICE" IN A DEMOCRATIC SOCIETY!!!!! DEMOCRACY CAN BUY IT!!! WHAT POLITICAL PARTY WILL NOT FUND EDUCATION FOR AMERICAN CHILDREN WHO ARE OUR FUTURE? WILL THAT POLITICAL PARTY BE "ELIMINATED" FROM "AMERICAN DEMOCRATIC SOCIETY"???YES IT WILL!!!!! THIS IS RACISM OF THE "MENTALLY ILL"!!!!!
Love’s Spirit Enchants Our Souls Entire
Love’s an emotion infusing both of us holy pure,
Whilst touching us with that spirit of the divine.
Love becomes one with us as we seek to assure,
And accept its spirit as it enchants our souls sublime.
We exalt in love’s spirit by God’s own cosmic desire,
Accepting its presence as it speaks to our mortal soul.
God defines its true mystic purpose to us now entire,
As we join hands as one in fulfilling our sacred role.
Our destiny comes from love’s true majesty and certitude,
As its spirit touches us in life and death, and in holy eternity.
The angels oft speak to us of love’s radiant pure pulchritude,
As its spirit prepares our souls for their final cosmic journey.
We both share in love’s true spirit and glory, now and forever,
And know this my darling—my love shall not leave you ever!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 9, 2018 (Shakespearean Sonnet)
Muhammad Ali is who he is,and who he can "Only Be": And Casus Clay is the name his mother named him at birth as he perpetuated into "The new name of "Muhammad Ali".Muhammad Ali floats like a "Butterfly"and "Stings"like a"Knock out "Heavyweight Boxing Champion ""Paralyzing Bee".His opponents after being knocked down fall on their bending knees,and scream out ,and say his name:Muhammad Ali! How can you do this to me? Muhammad replies,and says : You called me "Casus Clay",and I told you that my new name is "Muhammad Ali! I have knocked you to your knees,so now you understand me!Muhammad let them realize that that is the name that God intended him to have,and always be. In the boxing ring Muhammad Ali's punches and stings his opponents like a terrible stinging "Bee",and they ask themselves :What is happening to me? Muhammad Ali is looked upon all over "The Entire World" as "the Greatest Heavyweight Boxing Champion that has ever existed in any country in this "Entire World",and is from "Louisville Kentucky",where "Kentucky Bourbon is produced,and when he punches his opponents he earns plenty of "Loot",and he might give away some "Kentucky Bourbon" to "Boot",so that "The Great State of Kentucky can be proud that "Muhammad Ali"is from "Kentucky": and Kentucky is "Muhammad Ali's "ROOT"!!! Born and raised in "Louisville Kentucky"!!!! Muhammad Ali became better than "The Best"heavyweight boxing champions of this world,and this was one of his most important quest,and that is why he is still known as "The Greatest Yet"! Muhammad Ali's colors in high school were yellow and black,just like a stinging bee,and he attended Central High School in "Louisville Kentucky"that has the sign of "The Stinging Bee"!Muhammad Ali "Floats like a Butterfly,and "Stings like a "BEE",and remains "The Greatest Heavyweight Boxing Champion" as to "Date" you will ever see!!!!! Muhammad Ali!!!!!!!
One of those days feeling blue,
a long time since I saw you. Thinking about all those moments we shared together.
All those little things without a meaning at that time,
that now worth the whole universe to me.
I wish I could turned back the clock to hear your voice again.
I miss your advice, I miss you telling me off.
I wish we could be sitting one day on that bench at our favourite park.
When you used to make plans
for our life together and I was so scared.
Too young I was when I met you,
but you dug into my depths.
We had such nice time starting a new life,
a sweet dream in a new home.
Harsh life without many means, but happiness.
A humble nest was made to watch the sea from the balcony of our hearts.
To watch the oldest lighthouse in the world
shining to our bedroom,
to our bed where one day you said to me:
I wish I could stopped and capture this moment forever.
I wish it could be that easy.
I wish I could be captured those lively years I spent with you.
I wish I could be in that old apartment we started with,
to put up with all the good and bad stories between us.
Now that I'm feeling down,
but happy, because nobody will rob those scenes from my life.I just wish the best to the one that whisper to the birds
and listen to the wind, with charm enough to catch my whole being.
Although our love couldn't be, we had friendship for long
time. I wish I could keep the best we've always had: that honor to make us sitting on the same bench at he same park.
04/23/2023
Constance La France
Writing Challenge - 'W' Words - Poetry Contest
An Entire Mire
Found poem in my mind in an entire mire
It never had any desire to try and expire
And in my three fingers poem appeared
Before twilight of life I feared ever neared.
Was brilliant beginning of a writing career
That appeared before me exactly right here
Might forget poem so better write it down
Or in pity and sorrow I may start to drown.
Confounded with confusion what should I do?
After pulling another poem out of the blue
It was then I finally concluded and realized
Materialized poem had to be further analyzed.
Where was best place for me to begin and start
Write words down and then tare them apart
As usual was not what I ever was intending
Had bad beginning, body and terrible ending.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
To remain silent the entire day, like a leaf caught in a corner of the wind,
without news, without voices, just an ocean of deep silence,
filling empty rooms where even echoes no longer dare to return,
as if the walls had embraced all the whispers, leaving only a void.
To let yourself be carried by the current, a cloud drifting aimlessly in the sky of time,
without caring, without reaching for anything, for sometimes it's simpler
to watch the world follow its course like a silent river,
without trying to interfere in its perpetual dance, just to observe.
This is a unique sadness, gentle yet heavy, like a blanket of mist,
that caresses and presses at the same time, letting time flow by you
like an underground river, while you remain still, a tree frozen
in the quiet of the night, wrapped in the burden of being alone under closed eyelids.
To let worries fade away, like shadows at sunset,
not because they have disappeared, but because you have grown accustomed to them,
a silent pain, an immobility that seems endless,
like a starless sky, where you no longer feel the need to fly, only to float,
understanding that sometimes, in this profound silence, you find a form of peace,
even though you are aware that beneath this silence, the waves wait
to tell their story again.
We have turned this entire earth into a senseless graveyard through ignorance and fear,
people are afraid to say YES to life, afraid to listen to the deep laws of their BEING,
afraid to surrender to the direct experience of life as if to a purifying stream,
remaining forever captive in the clutches of cultural conditioning that drowns them in shadows,
they are sick and sad, drained of their precious vitality,
a whole generation of people severed from the sacred, from the essence of life that pulses divinely.
I know, I was there for many years, a prisoner of my own walls,
where dreams flutter like butterflies in the net of ignorance, without flying towards the light,
where the heart longs to feel the wind of truth but fears the storms,
where the soul searches for springs of meaning in deserts of conventions and illusions,
and each day is an echo of an unlived life, a refrain of a forgotten song.
But now I look into the depths of being, seeking the hidden light,
and I want to shout YES to life, to embrace universal laws with open arms,
to lose myself in the vibrant tumult of moments untainted by fears,
to feel the warmth of the sacred resonating in my veins like an ancient hymn,
and to free myself from the chains of conditioning, dancing in the rain of rediscovered freedom.
So let us awaken from the deep sleep in which we have been submerged,
let us turn our ear to the calls of our being, listen to the whispers of the wind,
let us embrace our own vitality with courage and unconditional love,
and reconnect our generation with forgotten sacredness, with life itself,
for only then can we transform the graveyard into a garden and fear into eternal love.
Villanelle : Should one reorder genuine vers libre entire
Should one reorder genuine vers libre entire
Pull Pound down tear veil off event horizon holes
All to make for one's own sacre the pur sang lyre
Invent a machine feed it Homeric fire
No enjambement perfect rhyme rhythm metre folds
Should one reorder genuine vers libre entire
Whoever tops the charts which poem's ire
Shines through Apollo's defiant mien Zeus scolds
All to make for one's own sacre the pur sang lyre
Ne'er short the naive champion of the ephemère
Paid up club member the mutual backscratcher roles
Should one reorder genuine vers libre entire
Machine that thinks can it rasa taste inspire
Mete out criteria merit sound sense enfolds
All to make for one's own sacre the pur sang lyre
Art of artifice best profits business liar
Poets at the stakes burn to free the poems' souls
Should one reorder genuine vers libre entire
All to make for one's own sacre the pur sang lyre
© T. Wignesan - Paris, December 15, 2018
Wet My Entire Pants
If into your back I sank my claws
Do you think you could give to the cause
After both of my claws were released
Would your dead body be properly policed.
If some body must love another body sometime
Where and when in am I supposed to chime
And after long look I must be admitting
None of your poor clothes are properly fitting.
After finding myself out on a long limb
Should we do the shimmy, boogaloo or swim
Or trying to do some other song and dance
After we did a duet wet my entire pants.
Though words many to form a phrase
All fall less in a deep touching phase
Wish eyes could speak the entire tale
True feelings so explicit yet unsaid
Fumbling being an orator of grade
Though words many to form a phrase
Resorting to some guide or primer help
In real life story words go to enjoy the sail
Wish eyes could speak the entire tale
Counseled so many friends on love affair
When experienced by self dwelling despair
Though words many to form a phrase
Heart rings the rhyme yet face turns pale
Fear of getting rejected or losing the race
Wish eyes could speak the entire tale
Finally learned the script to express all
But standing in oblivion with open arms
Though words many to form a phrase
Wish eyes could speak the entire tale
I’ve lived my entire life in the dark
Never knowing what was around the bend.
My future would always seem pretty stark.
I never knew on whom I could depend.
My life was very different from yours,
That I can absolutely guarantee.
I never saw anything but closed doors.
But please don’t ever take pity on me.
Early on, I would try to get along
Simply by understanding my limits.
But my will power wasn’t very strong
And I felt trapped every, single minute.
Then one day, I learned that it could all change,
That I could live my life out of the dark.
This new world, to me, never felt strange.
All I needed was that one, little spark.
Teach me, my love, how each moment with you is an entire universe,
Where you are the star, you are the sky, you are the blaze that never tires of rising;
You are the clear fountain, the inexhaustible spring that quenches my thirst for life,
And simply floods my soul with your sweetness, with ceaseless peace.
You are the dew that subtly drops at dawn of the new day, cooling the burning heart,
You are that all-encompassing sun that scatters the cold and awakens me to life;
I feel you like the breeze that gently caresses the trees in the thrills of spring,
And the sea breeze, that melody which sneaks into the depths of my soul.
You, woman, a revelation, an endless source of tenderness and subtle passion,
With you eternity seems to unfold in a quiet waltz of light and hope,
In your vibration, I have found the answer to every question, you are the path, you are my verb to be,
Ah, teach me how to live forever with you in my heart, clinging to each sunrise as if to a grimoire.
The world is an unwritten poem where I search for you ceaselessly, whole and undivided,
And I find you in every verse, in every metaphor, you are the muse, my celestial ceiling of stars,
Teach me, my dear, to be us two, forever united in the holy choir of love,
A cameo that shines in the treasure trove of emotions, an eternally living soulmate.
Well, it ... it's kinda like ...
you know? It's - I - it's -
it's a whole ... situation.
You get to a ... a mindset,
kinda thing. I mean ...
you have to ... you ...
it is what it is. Sorta.
'Cos I ... well, I ...
So I don't ... you know.
It's like wooah. Hey.
And it's so not ...
Totally. I'm like ...
whatever.
Y'know what I mean?
In her words, I discover an entire universe, a world hidden beneath the everyday mundane,
She, fascinating with every glance and thought, a muse that knows no end,
When she waters the daisies in her garden, they sing hymns of gratitude to her,
And her smile, like a sun, illuminates the entire sky of my heart,
This smile makes the heart bloom more than the daisies,
She is magic incarnate, a being from ethereal dreams, always strong,
Nowhere common, nowhere fragile, but a presence that defies all limits,
Wherever she goes, flowers smile, and sunlight dances around her,
Suitors are enchanted by her, everything becomes more desirable under her gaze,
Like a dream turned into reality, a magic that never fades,
She is happiness personified, wearing elegance like a crown,
A crown of stars eternally shining on the brow of an ethereal goddess,
I will never cease to revere her, devoted for all eternity,
Beside her, every moment becomes poetry, my soul finds solace,
In her divine and sublime presence, eternity gains a new meaning,
And her love, like a beacon, lights my way in the endless sea.