Best Exists Poems
I have never met Him
He's never spoken to me
I don't know His address
He's impossible to see
Yet I know that He exists
I'm sure as can be
He dwells in my heart ~
and in worlds I can't see
No one else exists
A crowded city street
strolling a narrow sidewalk,
your hand in mine
Pastel neon lights paint the buildings
in soothing colors,
softening sharp edges,
creating a wonderland
on this cool winter night
A small bistro, street side tables
candle light and tablecloths
tiny dancing flames on white linen
igniting your smile as we take a seat
amidst the din of taxi cabs
racing to find the sunset,
lover’s fare put to good use
in backseat desires
Two glasses of Pinot,
fine crystal offerings
as are your eyes, glistening,
dark chocolate petals
calling me in, hypnotized
free falling into your heart
and I drink them in slowly,
tasting every tantalizing gaze
A toast to us, touching glasses,
touching hearts, changing lives
as I wonder what I have done
to deserve this dream, you and me,
no one else exists, the city bustles
unnoticed as we sip the fruits
of our love on a chilly evening
hoping it never ends…
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…and as the clock strikes midnight,
a joyous noise rings out, streamers flutter in the wind
while fireworks dazzle the skies
and I raise my glass to my friends at Poetrysoup,
wishing them all the happiest New Year!
Humanity Exists As Sad Creatures With Evil Skins
Reprieve may be a fine desert or a freedom to live
A blessing freely granted or the power to freely give
But we must dare admit what immense courage some things take
And use our smart brains to identify the sorrowful fakes
For humans react to threats in many kinds of strange ways
But evil exists and demand opponents dearly pays
War savagery that with pure delight evil men do
Truth is one sorrowful day it may attack me and you
This world to oft engages in darkness and destruction
Mankind adopts wickedness as primary instructions
We have no true safeguards when war its ugly head does raise
Best if we trust our God, and give his Son our faithful praise.
Humanity exists as sad creatures with evil skins.
Full of selfish desires, greed in hearts of women and men.
Robert J. Lindley, dark sonnet
Jan. 21st, 1972
Note. This is the truth about humanity.
Unless under Christ's banner, they too oft exist as evil creatures on the take, imho.
Football exists!
It's all hit and miss,
The goals they missed,
Lost in the mists,
Supporters get miffed,
Yes, football exists,
Woe! No more need be said,
I've banished football from my head!
In the edge of hope beyond the keyhole of times door
Exists the plane where we can all cope
In the corner where dreams are born
Lies the eternal heartbeat of love
Where whispers of sun lights laughter shine
Where the pages of charity are kept
Beyond the road of freedom where the inner soul dances
Quietly forgotten there exists the music of joy itself
Shadow poet -
sleep does not come easy.
Out of bed- creep across the floor,
silently so not to wake those dreaming
whose buried dreams from them shall never flow.
To the door down the hall,
find a light that's low.
Hurry - for you know that thoughts are fleeting
like this night you wish would never go.
Night is all one shadow for the poet.
No one knows the places that you travel -
only those like you who unravel images
while sitting in that special place alone.
Pouring out with every hour fleeing.
That's enough for now. You must get rest.
This thing you do - creating -
it's your power, the talent God gave you
as your best.
Hide your talent not beneath the earth.
A place exists where other Shadow poets
in light of day do come to shine - to share
and likewise there -
can also see YOUR worth.
EVIL Exists; Utopia Does Not
You may remember them--
a wildly-diverse band of individuals--
a strange ensemble comprised of
various races, age brackets,
backgrounds, and philosophies.
By the mid-seventies the philosophies
had been replaced with one mindset, that
of a leader with irresistible power
who compared himself to Jesus Christ.
He banished societal norms some followers
had brought with them, replacing them
with his own. Many in this insulated
community didn't seem to realize they
were not in the utopia they'd been promised.
Now, close your eyes and try to see them--
hundreds of them--parents, their many
children, friends, and lovers--lying close together,
some with their arms around each other,
looking so peaceful after partaking of
Jim Jones's cyanide-laced fruit juice.
Guyana, South America, 1978, the Jonestown compound
909 dead--about one-third of them children
Jim Jones, one of the most notorious cult leaders of all times
written June 27, 2016, for Brian Davey's Evil Is Everywhere Contest
If love exists, why can't I find it
Am I not worth it, or isn't it real?
If it doesn't, how can I long for it
And what can I call then what I feel?
If love exists, why hasn't it come to me
Or am I too vile and trivial in his eye?
If it doesn't, then what is that I see
In holding a hand, a kiss or a sigh?
If love exists, why can't I touch it and grab it
And hold it to my anxious yearning heart?
If it doesn't, why do I then think about it
And why can't I get from longing apart?
If love doesn't exist, I would wish it to be
And if love exists,then it hasn't chosen me
If reincarnation exists, then I truly do believe
that I may very possibly be
the reincarnate of Saint Francis of Assisi,
The Patron Saint Of All Animals,
according to most Christian philosophy,
but whether or not I am the reincarnate of he,
I know this for sure most definately.
If Saint Francis of Assisi ever met me,
we'd probably end up being drinking buddies.
Yes it's true, good old Saint Francis Of Assis
would indulge in the spirits occassionally,
generally only when he was dealing with people socially.
Another similarity with yours truly.
Fresh as newly cut ice motions slowly creep into the cold
crystal clarity can see prints hold a negative pulse to develop
it's like the wheat and the darnel the darnel mimics the wheat
and almost identical until it ripens for the harvest
The wheat bows down and the darnel becomes exposed
easy to gather out of the frying pan into the fire
we with God can see the weeds amongst us
words of a doctor of the church St Agustine
an unjust law is no law at all
Many can see how rotten the fruit of this earth has become
spears carried on false tongues lashing at everything good
promoting war removing the freedom of speech and debate
Woe to you who crushes us with your coils
silence praying for wisdom we internally examine ourselves
Sharpening the arrows to sweetly hit their mark
The Love of the Cross will never be conquered or defeated
arise Oh Lord and let Your enemies be scattered
and let those that hate You flee before Your Holy Face
The sign of a cross lives in these eyes
where our sins and those of others
weigh us down deeply burdened inside
unspoken truth from behind the curtains
bound by silence to avoid war sleeps
Forgiveness carries the torch forward
warmly flickering with freedom and peace
healing powers internal victories fought
where love forever holds it's hand out
With caring gentleness cured by justice
wishing no harm to those whom hate purity existing
there is good in every soul to be found unique
born from each individual choice
We all reach that path in choosing direction
depends which side we join forces with
as it forges our way into the future
I have been there surely?
Flying over the clouds, fighting with Curley
Crocodiles and pirates avast!
Slipping through the trees and running fast
Danger lurks about this heaven indeed
Pirates area all dangerous...even Smee
My childhood home resembles what neverland is
But I know that it is somewhere it exist
It is in heaven I shall live forever
the earth is my floor
and the sky is my canopy
it sends the rains to make rivers
to water me and grow me plants
for a simple sustenance
and for me a bountiful food
I do not meanly the falsehood
and concealing the truth
I do not create mischief
and trouble in my homeland
I am created from nothing
and nothing is me
and that me is secret to itself
A secret that Allah kept to discover
where I shall believe is true
nothingness is only seen from nothing
that nothing exists to prove I am nothing
that nothingness exists
in my existence it is indeed nothing
I do exist as nothing.
As I shall always need to believe
that my life would be restored
it is upon my life’s death
that Allah will teach me what I do not know
He will teach me who knows nothing
that nothing is indeed me
and without Him I really mean nothing!
UCA, Kota Kinabalu,
Sabah
29 June 2014
1st Ramadan 1435
Nothing exists until
photograph taken
like pigeon on lawn
Invisible doesn't mean not exist
Air is invisible but it does exist
God is invisible but he does exist
Romance is invisible but love exists
Food with artificial and chemical ingredients
Doesn't kill but harm exists
You won't die instantly
But you'll suffer enduringly
Just like you can't judge someone
guilty
Without full proof and solid evidence
But guilt exists