Best Evenness Poems


Premium Member Sugar And Salt

Sugar of life you are
Sweet and dainty in jar

Over and under the counter
You are a wonder in winter

Sturdy grains of Summer breeze
Granules of sweetness, not freeze

White, not green like the apple peels
Sweet and brittle in my heart reels


Salt of the lake
I grow strong and rake

Salty grounds and eden of drake
As briny as the sea sands shake

My skin dries when you touch
Like yellow leaves that fall too much

Salt not scar, palatable in taste
From the dust man came, never a waste

Sugar and salt are grains of wonder
Sweetness and evenness in gains yonder

Life's toils and reaps in harvest
Man's worth and quest above the rest

Letters: of Forgiveness

 f, O, r 
 g, I, v 
 e, N, s 

FIRE!
SENSES on fire
For Sins


Forgiven
O Risen One
Forgive sins 
Forgive foreigners
Fine roses for forgiven
Fires for forgiveness
No envies, rivenness
No "Ins" vs. "foreigners"

SEVEN SIGNS
SING SONGS
On FORGIVENESS

Sin is forgiven 
foreigner never goes for reign of sin
Forging "IRENE" even in oven
Frogs gone in ovens giving SEVENS ...
Over. Gone! Envision Gone forever

Envisioning Signs for Forgiveness
Fine Vines Ever
Finesse Forgiveness
For Risen One Is VINE
Never grins for sins
Forging Oneness ever!

Finesse forgiveness ever
Sin, rivenness ... over in vision for evenness
Everness is forever
Is ONENESS
For giving, ever giving
Fires gone! No fingers, no orgies, no ogres
For Risen One Forgives ever

Rose over Senses
Origin of Giving,
Forgiving, Serving,
Foreigners, Signers, Sinners ... 

RING for IRENE, Sing For Risen One
FIRE for Forgiven gone forever
Seven Servings Even For Frogs 
FROGGIES GOING FOR FORGIVENESS
(c) Deo, May 4, 2017.

NOTE: All words in this story - even THE RISEN ONE - are constructed of the same NINE letters (of the alphabet) that are used in the word: "Forgiveness."
© Anil Deo  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Not Needing a Meeting, Daily 31

31.
Some work day mornings just fill with sour time.
The evenness of the florescent lights is annoying
I see all the familiar faces hating every moment along with me.
A department meeting, how horrifying.

The common voices outlining choices--that have nothing to do with you
Blacken and blue, I must stomach this painful gathering of shrews 
A pressured push in the brain
To not let this  poison my day
I rely on pleasant memories to carry me away:
The last cherished talk, the phone message from a friend.
I really can’t wait for this meeting to end.

Now my agitation has been noticed.
I am not paying attention--thinking about folly and Ben.
The expression on my face shows rejection
Can she see my recollection of the last time we met?
Crap now I am found out; she must be judging what my whole life is about.

Turn toward her stare, show sincerity and care
Easy now tiger-- and smile--give the moment awhile.
Save face, my Japanese ancestors would say.
I am disciplined, this is work--not time to play.
Don’t let distraction make you her prey.


Time Tells Me This

So for now run away-
because none of this is your business,

never mind the bleeding branch that's supplemented your fitness,

never mind the hateful rant you hear in your illness,

so just forget all those times when you just couldn't feel witnessed,

its all gonna fly,

as long as you stray from the spindrift,

you have done some hard time,

now it's time to be a part of the hit list,

you get mine and I get your willingness...


Too bad you are gonna find that you are a sneering ventriloquist,

who's side kick is alive with the eagerness,
to get evenness-
between two teammates in the same building on this…

Too bad you can't be a pine in the mountains on this,

for real feel the cold and the dampness
that you've dealt since your kids became arrogant.


Because by now we must have sewed it right in...

It will be there by the time you reach the dawn of your dim,

too bad you could only ever lift up your fins,

too bad we weren't ever in the same pool to go swim,

because this is not war against whims,

it really is just a downpour of age old sin,

coming on our leaders-

not seeing yourself without them, 

you constantly tire yourself about how to doubt them...

Equanimity

Equanimity – mental calmness, composure, and evenness of temper, especially in a difficult situation


Euphoric moments
Balanced by the darkest of nights
One without the other
Loses perspective – like a ship without a beacon of light

Our lives can flourish
When we acknowledge the pain
To fight the inevitable
Drives the strongest insane

So don’t fill up with pride
On the brightest of days
But don’t fall in a hole 
When things don’t go your way

Have patience
Live life to the fullest - passionately
Breathe deep
Equanimity

We Breathe

Spring‘s gone,
Summer days,
Autumns hues of crimson and gold, will soon replace.
Silently, I gaze from secret place 


Consumed by memories
Of happiness shared of you and me,
Snowy days spent by the fire 

Entangled souls seemingly 
We beat the odds with evenness
Blissfully…

In this present moment, a longing touch rises within
Where giddy hearts still afire
Passionately so…

In an instant,
It begins to rain within, 
I sigh, you sigh -- We
Breathe…


Outer Circles

A fallow tree stump
ritualized by the empty
Bath of Salvation
creeping painfully as if
thrown by the wayside
The retort of schoolchildren
smoothed by the evenness
of taken innocence
Arisen from a fruitless slumber
Clamoring for the germane
but destined to be wholly
irrelevant
© Aron Jacob  Create an image from this poem.

Doff and Don

Everence, most evenness scenes ever.
The cremated remains last.
Can I return it for a difference?

Zealous, jealous, and conscientious,
emanated outward, giggles and grins.
Can I re-petite ****?

Sadness

A soft spell of unfounded lightness,
confounds
deep engraves of pride and posture
A sweet pace of evenness branded,
pervades
tales of dew, and wine-filled sadness

Remorseless fumes and dues to end this,
decide
a tasteless tune of truth rewound
Cautious terms of proven bonds,
rest on knots
and yet you won't

On By Some

Time gracious... free... sadly 
slipping away on by some... .


Sweet as the twilight Sun... .


Being blessed by this through God's quest 
for evenness a perfect equality for all.


Through His compassion, grace... I see here today, 
in their innocence the birds fly by me all bellowing out 
tweeting-gingerly as-they sing through the Summer Spring, 
and Fall through the precious and always looming... if I'm willing 
to look... Winter sky's... .


Looking at the mountain's-as they rise and fall again to greet the glory 
of the humble-prairie lands. As the snow falls softly whipping around 
glistening in the quiet known by me now of these still mornings.


The Sun always brimming, like one big fervent, little giddy 
grand blue snuggie, is all too delighted I feel now to bring 
me the opportunity time and again to embrace them in 
their brilliance.


Love, I consider now to be the hope willing reliance, 
faith, yes joy the simple clarity brought to know the 
beauty of all of these gracious and even more 
eminent things, and so I believe it too this is 
why some flags are flown as such.


Waving about for all this honest passion, 
opportunity for the another, as I believe it 
is their-certain vision of whiteness, readiness, 
pureness, being the prudent example, the one
brought again, and again... to remain open. The 
innocent color yes perfect reflection of their desire 
for peace... !


Time, gracious and free, sadly, though I hope still 
now it not be this way with you if it is, because as it 
is I have looked, felt and seen been shown through 
the loss of some of it myself, it still... slips away on 

by some... !


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Author notes

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© James Long  Create an image from this poem.

To Be One

i burn 
i indulge in the fire 
of my slitherin ride into you
indescribable warmth 
that touches, 
smoothens the 
toughness in me 
and conjures up 
libidinous urges 
that cannot be smothered
i am distraught 
nothing has ever felt 
so prodigiously agreeable
my wobbly hand 
slides slowly along 
the evenness of your 
long, velvety arm
sure as you and i 
are there 
the ephemeral bliss 
that is supposed to be 
is lengthened 
drawn out 
to fulfill our 
handsome desire 
to be one

For Land's Sake

Short of help, but still of staff
the headache from the neck does last
the evenness of time in cache
lies dormant, so disbursed, abashed!

Though waiting, justice is enmassed
to some fond hill, its wearied bast
has tempered not the day's full cast
and sleeps in kinship, life's repast!

Forgiveness lacking, lacks in class
so metered to repeating's lash
like some huge wail, the wave's do splash
first beaten ~ then to mercies crass!

Deliverance of lieing's stake
the game goes on of win and take,
the overpowering of land's sake
do drink and drink its servile cask!

That greed and garrison of task
nor common sense can so express
the doing's done in overt haste,
this burgeoning of time erased!

That filtered sleeve of compromise
should pinch the air to realize,
we've done it, winnows out our eyes
while change redundant hypnotized ~

. . . becomes incumbent with the skies!

Never Again

Depression seeps through my soul
How can I write when my heart’s such a droll? 
Can a set of fancy words truly make him appear?
Alas, it is never meeting him again I fear
Would he not gaze at my verse in surprise?
Would he not see it pour through my eyes?
In tears I ponder upon his reaction
Every line a bittersweet satisfaction
I care not for evenness; I care not for whim,
I care not for dead words, only for him
Often when such words escape my mind,
I try to see him in them, but he’s too hard to find
In truth, I see less of my heartfelt rhymes
As the clock striking seven heavenly chimes
Pictures race in my frivolous head
I see his green eyes; I hear the things he has said
‘Never Again’ are the words I now cry
And my heart knows those words never die

Contend To Be Content

Maintaining an evenness of devotion
means the world to me
don't fool and start a commotion
I recognize ye
There are times I ponder
as to why love don't last
why people squander
and rod do cast
are they not warm and dry but cold and wetter
is it themselves that is lacking
should they be a debtor
while the floor beneath them is cracking
in our walls of luxury
they should fix the dent
this is just the introductory
so contend to be content

Premium Member A Transformation

rough
                     coarse, harsh,
       creasing, wrinkling, crumpling 
vandal, hooligan, uniformity, evenness, 
      furbishing, steamrolling, ironing 
                  creamy, effortless 
                          smooth



Date posted: 07/28/2021

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