Best Exceeds Poems
Your Look of Precious Love
Whilst I gaze so warmly in your eyes my dearest,
I see deeply your pure angelic soul of love
Reflecting like a radiant flight of a dove,
Charting its flight on so high emotions purest!
Our spirits ascend high in the sky so clearest
To the very boundaries of Heaven my love,
Where the power of brightness is God’s best above.
Your look of precious love is always mine dearest!
When we kiss so passionately our lips so melt,
As we caress warmly emotions are so felt!
Why we do this darling defines our love so dear,
As counts the worth of angels’ blessings to be here!
How we love each other so matters on God’s Earth,
Your look of so precious love exceeds all gold’s worth!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 05, 2014 (Petrarchan Sonnet)
How Do I See You
People often wonder
How they are perceived
Some think they're kind and nice
When really they are filled with greed
Some are selfish and self-righteous fools
A few think their beauty is mascara in blue
Some feel that de meaning others makes them upright
They usually run, when challenged to the fight
So now the question comes down to this
How do I see you Sir or do you wish to stay in bliss
You are not normal, that’s for sure
You may suffer from emotions’ scares
Your pain may be physical and intense as a hot star
So no you’re not normal, you can’t fly away
Too many look up to you
For your noble and kind ways
You give comfort and solace to those in need
Your kindness exceeds even a Rich kings largest decree
You are an engineer and builder of dreams
Reaching out to people with compassion, sometimes unseen
You belong in the kingdom of heaven
I do believe they have an all Irish bar section!
Its there we can share a brew or maybe a few
Laughing at those who live downstairs in hotter pews
Oh, Nature’s spree, your artistic scene exceeds!
Quaint the plash of paints upon the frilly bloom
hued with sunrise splash in skies as night recedes,
lush your brush, alive with rays and pinkish plume.
Artsy petals feed her fashionista needs
draped in shades of goddess dawn, not moony gloom.
O, jealous moon, remember jasmine’s ardor.
Flaunt, rose of Sharon, posed beyond the arbor.
Susan Ashley
September 26, 2022
~ Second Place ~
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 20
Sponsor: Mark Toney
~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Ottava Rima Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
*rhyme scheme: a-b-a-b-a-b-c-c
*syllables verified: PoetrySoup; 11 syllables per line
*rhymes verified: rhymezone.com
*plash: noun; a gentle splash, verb; to splash gently
*Photo: WilsonBrosGardens.com
Poetrysoup, to me is just like a joint family.
How by a common bond, here we are strung together!
Though sailing in different currents and anchored in remote ports,
Distance among us has never been a hitch or a tether.
Here we enjoy a warm and genial camaraderie.
Often I feel my credit far exceeds my debit,
And am weighed down by a heavy sense of debt.
I wonder if I will ever be able to repay a small bit.
Before I am stamped an insolvent the rest of my life,
Let me strive to do some little good while I can.
Like a melting candle, let me bring some glow,
Before I grow weary and time runs out of my span.
Sometimes I feel I am an insidious bed bug,
Growing bigger and fatter on others' blood.
Here when I registered as an artless novice,
I was as inane and inexperienced as a kid.
As a kite with a piece of broken string,
I floated up hither and thither in the skies in vain.
You gave me direction, guidance and support.
I owe to each one of you for all that I could attain.
Your relentless encouragement helps me aim for heights,
Your heartfelt blessings give me loads of happiness.
Your poems open before me new avenues of thought.
Your gracious company creates for me a new ambience.
Before my eyes, a hundred smiling faces appear in a row.
Some stand out as beacons of radiant light.
With words of encouragement, they vanquish all my doubts,
Revitalizing my lackluster spirit and leaving it shimmering bright.
Through this forum, we share our inmost thoughts,
How close we feel though never been together.
Many have left the scene leaving trails of footprints,
And many join fresh to continue the endeavor.
Irrespective of creed, we are here at art’s sacred shrine.
‘Soupers’ we are called and we breathe the scented pride.
We stand tall among many others of our species.
Let us proclaim aloud our fraternity worldwide!
The Curve of Time
This curve is the truest magic of space and time,
With one finite, the other infinite but not in kind.
Einstein’s vision gave us this new fourth dimension,
Inspiring mankind’s depth of a true infinite intention.
The infinite extension of this mystical curve of time,
Gives our poets much to ponder and to set in rhyme.
Piercing the veil of time travel exceeds finite space,
Whilst allowing man his place in this noblest grace.
Man’s primitive view of our Earth as being only flat,
Gave way now to an infinite future view to arrive at.
This infinite future view bespeaks a constancy of motion,
Descriptive of time, people, events, passion, and emotion.
Let us all dream of the enchantment of this curve of time;
For this shall give our poets the chance to set all in rhyme!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
July 22, 2017 (Couplet)
written by Michael & The Mysterious Lady of Soup
Michael
The walls are tall but I know your there.
I hear your voice and the thoughs we share.
So close but can't touch your hand,
all I could do is spill out my words and let my pencil land.
Lady of Soup
I can feel your heartbeat beyond these walls,
one tear drop and my pencil falls.
The image of you vibrates my desired needs,
every thought about you inside me exceeds.
Michael
I press my palm on the door,
just to feel your hand makes me want you more.
My chest is beating to your song of desire.
To be inside your body and feel your waves of fire.
Lady of Soup
I take a deep breath to feel your essence here.
In my mind, the image of becomes so clear.
I can not calm a single thought about you.
I place my hands on my chest in hopes you get through.
Michael
Soon this door will open , and all shall be revealed.
So many things to be said, will start with kisses sealed.
To see you standing in your beauty and appeal
I have to have you as our passion will steal
Lady of Soup
The time has come for us to be in each others arms
before you opened the door, you had me with your charms.
Lets throw these notes away, and feel the desire for each other.
Lets keep this a secret between us, my dear poet and sexy lover..
I had wanted to celebrate Andrea Dietrich’s special birthday with a tribute poem. She celebrated reaching that age of retirement many long for. At the time I was dealing with the loss of my son and the hospitalization of my stepson who was gravely ill and her birthday, September 5th, passed me by. Now that I am in a much better place I wrote this sonnet to give her a belated birthday gift. We have been friends for over twenty years. We met through our love of poetry.
Happy Belated Birthday dear Andrea.
Andrea Sonneteer
Poetess, your light shines brighter each year.
You teach your students with a stellar touch
With pride in your profession it is clear.
In their minds you instill and inspire much.
As an editor and author you give
Generously of your wisdom and time,
Sharing your knowledge in ways that you live.
Your gourmet delights you share are sublime.
Your love of traveling always shines through
Exquisite imagery, your creations
Are romantic and dreamy it is true,
Your poetry exceeds expectations.
This humble sonnet I’ve written for you
To wish you the best of birthdays come true.
1-24-22
Oh Lord, Our Heavenly Father of all creation
We rely on you in all tribulations of life
Hope you will come down to touch and heal
Our bleeding hearts, for your mercy exceeds all bounds
You cannot turn your eyes when your children sob in agony,
You cannot but mend our torn and splintered hearts
When fears and tensions swivel and rake us
Shaking the very hinges of our existence
Anchor our minds to faith to proclaim with conviction
That you alone are our sole armor and refuge
That in every trial of ours, you will be there by our side
You are the only one who can gauge the depth of our pain
You are the only one who knows our weaknesses
We entreat you to heal our hurts and purge our hearts
When numerous sins and vices tacitly remain
So that we shall shine in your grace and grow in your love
When we stagger under the heavy weight of life
And when no one is around to ease our grief
We see you standing lovingly within our reach
With hands held out beckoning us with assurance of relief
Like a loving father out and out to help his wayward kids
You are the great Shepherd who will never desert his herd
But will come searching for the missing lambs
When our legs grow weary with every forward step
Oh, come and carry each of these staggering lambs
Lend your hand in our tightrope walk, that if fallen
We can spring back and hop, without getting maimed
Grant us true light that we will not grope in dark alleys
We know, the opulence of this transient world
Can never ever fill our hearts or give us lasting joy
It is in Thy love, we find our life’s whole comfort
It is on your shoulders, we want to lower our burden
When the skies are cloudy, when burdens are heavy
Oh, friends, tell yourselves never to feel troubled,
With such a great savior around
When we are lost, He will kindly lead us home
Solve our problems if we partake in His love
And shelter us in his great bastion, day and night
Brian Strand 1090 Poetry Contest
Feb.24. 2022
Inspirational Christian Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Regina MacIntosh
I do it often,
drag a perfect morning
in through the front door of myself
and make it a reluctant guest,
replace its colors with my own
dour palette, drown out
its soft voice with noise.
It has become a habit, trying
to confine the morning's
width within my space,
hold its edges so it doesn't stretch
beyond my reach. Its freedom
is almost an anathema to me
for it exceeds my own.
How small my world has become.
The distance from one side
of myself to the other is getting
narrower, the little room left
is depleting breath by breath.
The light squeezes through
ever smaller windows.
And yet, as it came upon me
this morning, I was met
with a bright abundance
that had gathered at my door,
carrying forgiveness
for my habitual ignorance
and an invitation to step
outside myself, once more.
In sleepy
synaptic
catacombs
theorems dream beneath calcified floors
neurons stretch filaments of light
paleontologists of lost certainty
tracing the memory of what
once
coruscated
alive
each recovered syllable rises in luminosity
trailing sediment from older visions
when knowing shifted
steering truth by
extinguished
stars
their light arriving as memory does
late and changed
waves breaking against my palms
sometimes a word returns
with
a
quiver
a neuron long faded suddenly firing
unmasking me
language has a pulse too
memory susurrates in its syllables
tissue pressed beneath the skin
a word returns and with it
a face
already
fading
In dementia's neural ossuaries
they slowly resurface
refracted through time's
fossilized
strata
what returns exceeds what departed
yet what returns also slices us
so softly
with its incompleteness
a small lance lodged behind
ribs and bone
each restoration births knowing
part excavation part genesis
claimed by no century
reshaping me in return
moth-wings brushing my cheek
We become the archaeology of ourselves
hands cupping reverberations
charting the contours of our hearts
hearing again in the filamented dark
the pulse of neurons stretching
filaments of light
spelling the names
we thought
we'd lost
Never knew the space between time and you
Fractions divided, pulling us apart . . .
This wasn't my desire, this point of view
Distraction, less connection of the heart
Perhaps the plan exceeds our existence
With what happens next, the isolation
Pulling us apart, with only a glance -
Starving we are, for communication
Give me one plus one, I know equals two
I am kept safe in what’s logical . . .
Aching for the space between time and you,
Without a new norm, anything special
This wasn't my desire, this point of view
Give me one plus one, I know equals two
_______________________
Just a little Scribble
~ Thoughts linger around Moments and Life ~
You have never given me a red rose,
for they are not my favourite flower.
Romantics give a rose when they propose,
on a secluded beach or at the Eiffel Tower.
I adore it when you buy me a spray of carnations,
in pastel shades of different colour and hue.
A surprise bouquet exceeds my expectations,
and it reminds me just how much I love you.
Roses and Carnations Contest
Sponsored by Julie Rodeheaver
10-03-17
Compare the evidence of a real divide
so far apart are truly God and man
the comparisons are really traumatic
consider all that covers this great span
God is far greater than created man
always eternal knows everything
fully perfect with no hint of sin
fully spiritual with great blessings to bring
God is never irritable, edgy, fatigued, or depressed
nor is stressed, moody, or never at all blue
His anger never ever had a short fuse
this God's word reveals what is true
Our God is above all possibility
of being touchy, cranky, or temperamental
instead is infinitely energetic, so unbounded
but also like Jesus was meek and gentle
This God is by far the greatest
He far exceeds all that's human
being eternal has always been here
so ask God to do what He can!
My Broken Heart Shall Never Now Last Forever
My broken heart shall never now last forever,
As your true love captured my heart and soul,
And darling our love is my heavenly treasure.
Our life and love are truly a wondrous pleasure,
As our souls form as one by God’s cosmic role.
My broken heart shall never now last forever.
Our true passion is beyond all infinite measure,
As our life and love form a bond that’s so bold,
And darling our love is my heavenly treasure.
Our shared desire is limitless forever and ever,
And our love’s heartfelt emotion is one to extol.
My broken heart shall never now last forever.
Our love and your beauty are my real pleasure,
Their worth exceeds all of Earth’s natural gold,
And darling our love is my heavenly treasure.
We share a life and love by God’s own endeavor,
And in His view as two loving spirits of one soul.
My broken heart shall never now last forever,
And darling our love is my heavenly treasure.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 18, 2018 (Villanelle)
Space for sale
Let me spell out our position
Earth is certainly running out of space,
no obligation it’s your decision
so my friend get ahead of the inevitable race,
we are offering a new world among the stars
a place for the future, luxury in Venetian red
grab this opportunity, new life on wonderful Mars
planet earths resources running out, soon be dead,
we will be with you throughout the process
for all of yours and your family’s needs
any worries or concerns we will certainly address
your chance to live on a planet that exceeds,
we can’t emphasise enough how important
that you consider your family’s future,
unfortunately Earth will soon be dead, dormant
move to Mars take charge become a ruler.
so we advise you not to delay
for a price that doesn’t cost the Earth
sign on the dotted line today,
it’s what you deserve, it’s what you’re worth.
3/2/2018
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