Best Esteems Poems
Words would fail me if I might assay
To articulate the courage of this man.
The numerous facets of his dossier
Are subject for song in a distant land.
Awakened in youth from serene dreams
By the melodious blast of Israel’s horn.
Tall standing received earth’s esteems,
Accepting God’s charge wherefore he was born.
His marble image cleaves the bluest sky,
And his halo is now a crown about his brow.
His peace of mind earth can no longer deny,
For he has now fulfilled his earthly vow.
It can only suppose with the midnight of the mind,
What may be reason’s welcome morning star.
One day he may return even more divine,
With a holier task from God who reigns from afar.
There’s no thunder heard from Sinai’s height,
And we see no parting waves at Jordan’s bank.
We have followed no truer soldier in our darkest night,
And now are marching on bravely in file and rank.
Rolling on in faith toward the welcome dawn,
The good fight won he’s earned the honor of Moses.
Now trekking the soul’s desert to the divine throne,
He follows God’s light up the street of yellow roses.
Categories:
esteems, death, dedication, faith, history,
Form:
Rhyme
Zephaniah 3:17 KJV The Lord thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing.
Grace more abundant
Than words could reveal
Feelings so pure, honest
They color hearts kind
Bring joy and love to mind
Goodness more thoughtful
Than blessings of delight
Glowing so brilliantly
Alive with knowing, insight
Whispers of light shimmering
Psalms praising and playing
On the sun’s soft light
Filling spirits with devotion
Intimacy and inspiration
Amusing the imagination
Prayers of peace and promise
Linger on the palette
Rich with love and kindness
Arousing peace, dancing
With bursts of creativity
God sings , shouts, sends
Blessings we wouldn’t expect
Brilliant, beautiful blessings
Breathed out of God’s own heart
Vibrant, vital and luminous
Faith awakens the assurance
That we have all we need
Miracles we’d never fathom
Wonders so jubilant, dreams
Flowing with milk and honey
Love lingers on those souls
Who know God will complete
Each and every thought – He marvels
In the creation He esteems
His children, His design, His dream
We’re blessed to be kin to the King of Kings!
Categories:
esteems, blessing, god, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Grace is the face…
That God will place..
In life’s poetic race…
Vow grace, a place..
In earthen poetic pace
We each will place…
Of poetic grace…
At the end of life’s race
Assurance of Agape’s face
Esteems us all as first place
The precept of life is the face of God from which the old
heaven and earth will flee away, as a new heaven and earth
is revealed; also, our new perception. Old things are passed
away “Behold, all things become new.” As carnal minds are
also renewed. (Rev. 20:11 & Rev. 21:1) (II Corinthians 5:17)
(Romans 12:2) KJV
Categories:
esteems, faith, god, old, heaven,
Form:
Rhyme
I feel invisible and ignored
After I revealed my actual age.
Everyone sees right through me.
I haven't turned into a sage.
There was a time I could turn heads
When I walked down the street.
I pretended not to notice but
I truly thought that it was neat.
Then came that certain birthday
When the age flag was unfurled.
The fact I was growing older
Was revealed to the whole world.
My beautician and I decided
To not color my hair any more.
Suddenly my hair was snowy white
And not auburn as before.
I am not only invisible,
I am also mute it seems.
No one sees me or hears me.
I'm not on anyone's esteems.
My two daughters are having
An interesting conversation.
I try to add a lucid thought.
They ignore my explanation.
They're talking about their children
And nothing I have to say
Would have pertinence or interest
To clever children of today.
No one is cruel or unkind,
I rather wish they were,
At least I would know I was visible,
Which is something I would prefer.
Written: 4/28/16
Categories:
esteems, age, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL & UPLIFTING – PRAISE, WORSHIP, & PRAYER
There is no reason to be down and out.
The sun still shines in the sky when raindrops.
Smile now because this is your time to pop.
We really want to hear your thoughts about…
Life love joy rapture pleasure thrills bliss blessed
There is cause to be irrefutable.
You know the heights of life uplift others.
Happiness esteems and solidifies.
Each time you strive, you find that the world thrives.
Uplift life elevate mind and inspire…
There is purpose to take on; therefore,
Give heart to another and cheer to the
dishearten. Raise spirits to encourage
deification of our creator through praise.
Mother Earth is our celestial orbit.
Peace seekers we are in spirit and truth.
Love and harmony is for all dwellers.
Let us join on native topography.
Hold hands sing from the voice of the patriot
Scale the endless strife of diversity
To meander in our conflicting journeys
So that our life is a religious hub,
Which brings forth faith in the omnipotent.
The crux of our essence edifies soul.
Elucidation is magnetic force
Mesmerizing all the people involved.
We shout in our synagogues worship
Via life force, which is cognizance.
Oration heard from the heights of trouble.
Just a closer walk with God was words voiced.
A proclamation so great, tears came forth.
I know the Lord exclaimed the choir from the
balcony while others were praying in
the aisles. Oh Lord have mercy on me.
There was no doubt that salvation was there.
The expression was that the Holy Ghost
had entered. Utterance of faith is with
all. An enduring completed through the
works of God. How were the burdens taken
to a place of repost? The Lord keeps me
safe and warm. Through veneration and
extol, prayer; praise; and worship heartens all.
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PENNED JUNE 28, 2014!
Written for a those who seek a greater determination....
Categories:
esteems, appreciation, beautiful, blessing, care,
Form:
Sonnet
One does not tremble before a man she esteems
Certainly not before the one she finds dignified
No; it would be contrary to Mother Nature herself
It is before a dangerous man that one trembles!
And it is from a murderous man that one flees!
There are times when storms rage and rivers swell
Times, too, when earth quakes strike remorselessly
Times when the sun bakes all around it wickedly
And there are times when a conflagration occurs
Rendering man, woman, child and beast rootless
If one could control the winds and arrest the tsunami
Many a stranded woman would not have left home
If one could summon the rain clouds to donate a tear
In regular fashion and without undue discrimination
Even Darfur and Ethiopia and Arabia would rejoice
Is she from Mars that you should call her alien?
Is she a child of a beast that you should deny her?
Did she choose to be born poor that you should shun her?
Oh lucky children in Europe and America and elsewhere!
Find in your golden hearts room for just one more refugee!
Categories:
esteems, giving, heart, hope, people,
Form:
Free verse
Would you do something if you knew it hurts another?,
and try to keep this thing under cover.
Why would someone not have little consideration?,
let's think about this and look for an explaination.
Does it matter if I make a person upset?,
why don't we all show people some respect?
If I step on your toes, what should I say?,
"hello, good morning, or have a nice day".
Should we as people do things and not really care?,
have we become a society that isolates feelings never
to share, or cover up all feelings and bury them somewhere?
Never having fun, loving, or trying to communicate,
I ask you, "is it too late"?
Or is it because I'm straight?,
maybe it's because we've been taught to hate.
There's no love that comes from within,
we've come to love only our kin.
We are always looking for another person's fault,
then we justify when we get caught.
We spend so much time focusing on others wrong,
and we never take time to focus on our own.
I'll be the first one to admit,
when things don't go our way we have a fit.
All we do is just speak our mind,
never trying to be a little more kind.
If we could figure out our fellow man,
there would be no problem to understand.
Everyone has different thoughts, feelings, and emotions,
no one knows anothers will, needs, or devotions.
We can only ask how they feel,
and try not to bruise their heel.
Some have very low self-esteems,
and are hurt by certain things.
these are hard facts no what it seems.
So in closing my sisters and brothers,
show and have some respect & consideration
for the space of others.
T.W.I.S.T.
JLM
Categories:
esteems, inspirationalpeople, feelings, love, people,
Form:
Rhyme
The Beach Hut
In states of all ends of the spectrum
desperation of some time in times of
glorious exhilaration fire works elation
in times of simply being a being just
the same in kitchen bed in thoughts
in garden with gloom and darkness on
strands of fortunate rainbows and
prism-ed moons of reality we kindle
light and sound and touch and all I longed
for then and there and wish right now
is that little shack by the ocean by the
roaring soaring sea gulls scent of kelp
and driftwood puffins octopussy's ink
that crafted shaggy roof abode and
beach hut to knit our dreams together
furthermore to stars and way beyond
in soothing crested echoes of the wild
blue waters violet weavers of dreams
Sunny skies and summer breezes
gently sweeping yellow sand and
mud and sea shells talking dolphins
soft caresses on my lips my shoulder
my mind and soul and whatever else
comes becomes and goes to matter most
Inside out we know each other
left and right and top and bottom
and centre focus steam and where
misty motion resides with ease
stillness esteems thunder comforts
from the joy of love compassion's souls
kindness our souls are meeting mating
fast and slow and faster slower then and when
the moon sets settles sings and whistles
in darkness and the brightest light
All I wish in fiery longing in delight
and in despair against my reason’ skill
is to be filled and fill you ever more
with such true love wild and still in
mental passion and the magnum
metaphysics' opus rhapsody 'oceani'
of reality a beach hut wished for
just a simple beach hut and love
one thousand kisses deep and more
your love in me and I with you
Categories:
esteems, love,
Form:
Free verse
What a beautiful face it seems
Her teeth is perfect and white as she beams
Why don't I have that beauty one screams
And so to the beauty parlour with many dreams
to get makeup treatments and many creams
And another falls to the cosmetic industry schemes
For the beautiful face is a product of Photoshop teams
Its the lasting inward character beauty that redeems
But the passing cosmetic fools gold is what society esteems
Categories:
esteems, allusion, beauty, character,
Form:
Rhyme
We lie to ourselves over and over again.
but it is at all to relocate the blame.
If we can’t trust ourselves who can we trust?
He was born for his blood.
Jesus Christ …
He is like no other sacrifice.
His pain is greater than birth pain,
far beyond groin pain.
The strain of humanity rested on his brain.
The offering is from everlasting,
before the fathers of the Israelites,
before feminists claimed that men believe
the source of chaos lies with women.
Blood was predetermined
before lips blasphemed;
women are the spring of complete perception,
and life.
Is he or is she the source?
“His blood is the stream of life,”
a wise woman once whispered to me, her baby boy.
I have watched mortal tongues
mock their creator’s wisdom.
In Eden, Adam sinned with his wife,
and assigned to her his fault,
and the blame continues …
but not forever;
it shall end in due time.
Who wants to be exalted above God?
Who declared that
the means to my existence is other than God?
Blurred is our vision,
elusive is our hope.
There is no child that is born without God or man.
Why is it that claims state woman to be the source of life?
If today’s woman is objectified whose fault is it
if she esteems herself as the source of knowledge and life?
The silicone, the Botox is all her choice.
Who is forgetting who is the origin of life?
Before pharaoh enslave the Israelites,
and way … before the flood
God WAS and still IS …
the source of life and love.
Categories:
esteems, confusionwoman,
Form:
Lyric
Why do people laugh at jokes
About getting rolling drunk,
Why does a smile come on a face
Thinking of a sea-sick punk ?
There's something wrong with our values
That esteems the money spent,
On fermented rocket fuel
That blasts a soul to hell.
Think of accidents on the road
And innocent loss of life,
Let alone descending relationships
And the bruised and tearful wife.
Hospitals full of patients
With bodies that survive unwell,
Brains that are cooked forever
Locked in emotional cells.
There is no positive argument
That esteems a person drinking,
Lets value what gives life
It's time for a different thinking.
Categories:
esteems, change, culture, drink, women,
Form:
Verse
Birds don't fly with clipped wings
But here you are; flirtatious beyond boundaries. Now gazing at the limitless sky.
Take courage, you've cried enough. Wipe away the tears. Now is the time to take the reins.
In stale air, in every weakness, in every breathless state; all brought the beauty out of you.
Leave the rubbles behind, freedom awaits you. Howbeit that the effulgent now seeks after you.
Once absent, now it esteems you. Stretch out those wings, fly my birdie!
Fly above the storm. For nature never meant for you to fly. You overcame all obstacles and laughed at the hailstorm.
The irony was to keep you bound and lifeless; to keep you submerged and forgotten.
But now you can almost see the horizon.The colorful picturesque landscape; all coming into fruition at last.
My, my, my! What a beauty! So Illuminating. Such a tease! Who would've taught the clipped bird could fly?
See how she sores through the storm.
So love every moment. The sky is calling your name now.
Categories:
esteems, adventure, bird, confidence, courage,
Form:
Ballad
Core or hubs…
Change the chains related our mental health.
Free our slaves of silks and all untied.
China ill reputes may take a bath to wash.
Baths as French are beauty ways.
French has right and left and gather wings may think and talk and take their French politic steps reset or set together some.
Share the same or something rotten tastes exclusive all are china tyrants both with china jesters.
Ways with frills will need decors as china leaders charm offense or nasty nice with soft despotic.
Moral hazards all are china politic games with jungle laws.
Global games are china evil ways as cores or hubs.
Hardly seen are global worlds with evil hazes.
China landscapes all have lunatic fringes with china conquerors. Tibet DALAI LAMA must be sad. China lunatic fringes may ride and sail.
Tibet DALAI LAMA leave and flee are political groups abused by China tyrants ordered armies that called china P.L.A.
Helms as china Maoism teams with terms and names by doing crazy silly things in mania ways that made.
Cores and hubs are ways of fierce beasts but human self asserted and self esteems as all from starts to en. Will fixations also minds so complexes just are china commie till the old to new.
Self for means and cover all and attempt so much that all are acting cores or hubs of china commies those is such.
-------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-------------
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Categories:
esteems, dark, self, evil, games,
Form:
ABC
A lasting love securely sustains dreams.
Respect and adoration, the hallmark,
Our hearts united cherish loves esteems.
Meandering as one beneath moonbeams.
Souls unified and strengthened on love's ark
A lasting love securely sustains dreams.
Enduring love remembers, so it seems.
To join hurt-selves together, brighten dark.
Our hearts united cherish loves esteems.
The sparkle in each soul reflects sunbeams.
Consideration bound to each remark.
A lasting love securely sustains dreams.
Although at times our senses meet extremes,
An angry word will seldom find its spark.
Our hearts united cherish loves esteems.
In concert, we are wandering life's streams.
Together, firmly trussed through life's embark.
A lasting love securely sustains dreams.
Our hearts united cherish loves esteems.
© January, 23, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: 4 forms, 4 themes
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts TOPIC: Lasting Love
Categories:
esteems, love, love,
Form:
Villanelle
I turn on the news, when I watch TV
I get angry about the I see
House prices up
And the our self esteems down
Statues being vandalized in most our towns
Well I guess Im a cut from a different breed
But i'm starting to get stress and anxiety
What's going on
Hell I don't know
I guess I'm a young body
With a damn old soul
I've got a lot of friends in the piney woods
All they need is my word and it's understood
Country boys sharing a helping hand
So shut your damn mouth about a race war man
When I get in my truck, and go downtown
There's some sissy screaming about a damn pronoun
Well maybe I'm wrong, I guess I can't see
But the fact you're screaming proves the fact that you're free
What's going on
Hell I don't know
I guess I'm a young body
With a damn old soul
If I started to govern this great land
Id lead by an example by being a man
Id show pictures of my mom, and grandma too
There ain't nothing too hard for these women to do
Let's get back to the years I believe
Where family was the main priority
Hell I don't know but what see
We’re screwing up the greatest damn society
(Bridge)
Our kids can't say grace
Are you a woman or a man?
We've lost all respect for this great land
Let's get back
To you and me
Forget about these liberal policies
How has this happened hell I don't know
I'm just a young body
With a damn old soul
Yea let’s get back
And take back our home
I'm just a young body
With a damn old soul
Categories:
esteems, america, anger, angst, anxiety,
Form:
Lyric