Best Expounds Poems
Love is an impulse fueled by the heart,
A stimulating prompt eliciting response
Invoking affinity from halo of its soul~
Sense it, feel it, touching depth of core;
Harmonious, melodious, even in prose
Longingly love unfolds albums of yore
Etching memoirs today and tomorrow.
Love is the glimmer on giggles of child
Love is, beak to beak, feeding a newborn,
Love is a deer ambling with her fawn,
A blush of kiss love is on moonlit night,
Listen closely and you’ll hear its sound~
Sound of benevolence love expounds
Giving, receiving, never having to ask.
Love is a ballad in passions of romance
Blossoming reveries in bosoms of dawn,
Love is the chorus of nightingale’s song
Strumming its euphonic tunes of music
Enamored it comes in genuine feelings,
Vibrant and tender as flowers of spring,
Fragile and colorful as autumnal revelry.
August 22, 2022
Placed 2nd: The Meaning of Love Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
While gelid breezes of winter, quiver emotions of decaying rays,
And arc of horizon cedes to dusk, evoking grimace of malaise,
Casting shadows tenebrous, shrouding glimmer of a slowing day,
Desperate hope lingers still, in resplendence of autumn’s decay;
Gawking in yonder, where gamboge-orange woodlands fade,
Reminiscing in seasons harkening, realms of love now evade,
Mindful of the broken vows, when grievous calls destiny made,
When forever promises receded, and pledges eternal strayed.
Love now mulls~ if kiss of passion was a subtext of final goodbye?
Was it the last tear of hapless eyes; a bawl of love gone awry?
A silent protest, concealing mindfully, anguish of a forlorn sigh?
Was it the clamor of jilted desires, love enamored chose to decry?
Springs of past summon hope, having risen from wintry throe,
Nights of nightmare cede to dreams in halo of daybreaks aglow,
As candle of love revives hearts, fueled by inspirations of soul,
When whispers of sensuous hints, aspirations of romance cajole.
Desperate hope expounds repentance, vying healing through time,
Unsure if, pleadings in atonement, will redeem future sublime;
Whether love saplings will ever sprout, from ashes of passions bygone,
If dreams forsaken will blossom, in womb of tomorrow’s dawn.
This is a parody of "I can't Dance." by Genesis.
Metaphor junkies
spewing their dung
actin all holy
like they've written in tounges...
Can anybody
interpret that (Bleep)
explain the poems meaning
with a comment that fits...
Then say, I can't write
or compose
demi-gods are out there
always breaking my (Bleeps...)
They say, I can't write
or compose
so I'm just sittin here typin anything...
Contests
really tickle a muse
seems the hosts
and poet are truly confused...
A muse ain't fickle
just knows what it likes
if you can't relate
then yours may take a hike...
They say, I can't write
or compose
tappin on this keyboard
till my fingers are numb...
They say I can't write
or compose
so I'm just sittin here typin anything...
Metaphor groupies
bow to the ground
ain't got a clue
of what the poem expounds...
But it's got image
and metaphors too
though I've seen better
on the walls of a loo...
They say, I can't write
or compose
everything I pen
is either weak or cliche...
Yeah I can't write
or compose
so I'm just sittin here typin...
Yeah I try to make it right...
Put the verbiage, in its proper place...
~Note~
I also write on another site as RunningWolves . On that site there some really rude poets who think they are Gods gift to humanity. They think everything they write is a masterpiece and are not shy about belittling people who's comments on their work aren't good enough for them. So, I wrote this for them.
So this has nothing to do with anyone on PoetrySoup.
See, I never claimed to be a poet, nor to have anything that even remotely resembles talent. I am just an simple guy playing at poet. anything I do that even seems like a talent is really just God's way of keeping me from making a total fool of myself... I guess you could say its on loan from God... Thank you!
A contracted seafarer...concerning no servile rank,
kept e'er involved watch...away from menial daily tasks top deck,
while steadfast wary of...the diligent taskmaster's whip.
A dawn swift gust...brushes the ship from a rocky pillar,
duly rallies from rest...aids calamitous bellows from crow's nest,
witnessed by crew...rose an angel disguised with devil horns.
Seawater laps feverishly...against ship's wooden hull,
as panic over breed minds...once sturdy legs go feebly about,
cascading thoughts grips privately...every man for himself.
Another abrupt action...frees a churning sea expounds,
and an opening hole...devouring anything within its midst,
as desperation consumes...a ship has long met its doom.
A lone selfless soul of limited else...moved past the lost,
and hastily clutched a burdened javelin...and hoist it upwards,
with his petitioned combined strength...released the deadly blow.
Her dying scream...was drowned out by restored happy voices,
and a wealth of well-wishes and praises...honoring accolades,
as lone eyes of a humble sort...gaze a siphoning pass.
I listen calmly to him
Slowly nudging him on
As he expounds on philosophy
Hidden gems are revealed
Polished and inspected
This one owns a gold mine
This one has hidden gems
I love to see them exposed
That's why am silently probing
Thoughts of you accost my mind
leave me trembling, naked, blind
to all else except your face
and those lips I long to trace
thoughts of you accost my heart
and the beats go off the chart
all the surge of passion pounds
and my wanting need expounds
Thoughts of you accost my soul
baring not part, but the whole
every dream thus naked lies
in the gaze of wanting eyes
thoughts of you accost my thighs
make my breath escape in sighs
each one makes love to my core
and I beg for more and more
thoughts of you accost my time
turn the mundane to sublime
turn the dreary into fine
thoughts of you: my sweetest rhyme
Eileen Manassian
Cares pull my spirits down
Always force me, ‘wear a frown’
I heard, “You’ll in darkness drown;
For weeds in you are also sown.”
Seeds like unknown fear and worry
Sprouted in my nursery bed of merry
On watering, I nourished misery
Unable to differentiate their finery
Gradually grew seeds called health and wealth
But sorrow and sufferings sapped its strength
I battled and struggled to save my breath
Expecting someone to fill my heart with mirth
With this frame of mind
No way of escape I could find
On reaching office, I read this thought
Recited it several times in my heart
That every sad day
Is followed by a glad day
As a team we discussed the layout
Of a very important handout
Green is good and soothes the eye
Yellow and black never get an instant goodbye
Red and navy blue give a professional look
Lavender or sky blue, gets anyone on hook
Everyone suggested a hue
And it granted me a cue
Of great surprise among a few
That if colors carried a clue
Of a top secret message
Then I remembered a passage
For this world Jesus is the true light
Who makes the face of any man bright
He’ll weed and make me alright
My life like aroma will ascend in His sight
If each and every shade
That Almighty has made
Reflects God, as a mighty tower
And also expounds His awesome power
Unique His way of having seen my form
Being formed in womb like a worm
Fearful yet surprise filled is His greatness
I wonder and move about carrying His likeness
A pride defind by a history edged in stone.
An honor that expounds and exudes ones on
selfish needs and sets a standard to be
followed by all. We have all been
given the blessing of our mothers and fathers to serve,
they have unselfishly surrendered their faith in our
mission and our superiors to lead us to victory.
We serve with a pride undefind and
yet true. We honor those who came before us,
by not allowing the needs of one to dominate
the needs of the common goal. We set that
goal as a cohesive unit bound by words that
many may never hear.
Together we have forged a path united as one.
We honor God and our country as we proudly serve
in the United States Marine Corps... Pride, honor and
respect until the day we die... Whoorah!
Tragic tale of woodland magic;
magic expounds on what's tragic.
Dying unicorns start crying,
crying unicorns are dying.
Hosts of fairies attend their ghosts;
ghosts accompany grieving hosts.
Clear streams fouled by a pixy's tear;
tear-tainted streams that once ran clear.
Stars bleed their sadness onto Mars;
Mars flushes with the blood of stars.
Night flickers with candles of light;
light vigils, confetti the night.
TALKING TO A WALL
By Leonard Kleeman
Did you ever feel like talking to
a wall?
It isn't hard to do if there's no one
there at all.
You are all alone and no one
is there
But you want to talk; for someone
to hear.
You have things to say but
to your dismay,
Everyone is gone, maybe just
for the day.
Thinking and talking are not
the same thing.
So you must talk out loud or
maybe just sing.
You want to be heard so you make
your voice loud.
You stand up and shout and that makes
you feel proud.
Maybe someone near has heard
you announce
whatever you wanted to say
or pronounce.
But no one can answer and your voice
just rebounds
off the walls all around you and
nothing expounds.
So your thoughts are just lost and your
shoulders you shrug.
No one will listen except maybe
bugs in the rug.
And that's the way life is when we have
something to say.
People just don't listen; they want things
their way
No matter who's right and no matter
who's wrong.
They just don't care even if it's just a song.
Some people may listen but not really care.
What you have to say just floats in the air.
They don't want to think of important things.
They'd rather watch ballgames or fights in
the rings.
These are the people who just know they are right.
They don't know how to listen but know
how to gripe.
They are not the ones whom you'd ever call.
For talking to them is like talking to the wall.
If you have something to say that people
should know
You must find the right people who want to
think so.
They are the ones who are eager to learn
and are interested and show some concern.
That's why it's important to have a loved one near
who will listen very closely and really will hear.
We need one another to prevent any fall
and to never again have to talk to a wall.
The task of giving an authentic interpretation of the Word of Eternal God
Has been entrusted to the living
Teaching office of the Church alone
Its authority in this matter exercised in the name of Jesus Christ
It means that the task of interpretation has been entrusted
To the bishops in communion in successor of St. Peter
The bishop of Rome
This Magisterium is not superior to the Word of Eternal God
But it is its friends
It teaches only that has been handed to it
At the divine command with the help of Eternal Holy Spirit
It listens to this devotedly
Guards it with dedication
Expounds it faithfully
All it proposes for belief as being divinely revealed
Drawn from this single deposit of faith
Mindful of Father Christ’s words to His apostles
“He who hears you, hears me”
The faithful receive with docility the teachings
Derives that their pastors give them in different forms
Another day
For self-discovery;
Song bird sings
~~~~~~~~~
Explore the best
In sacred sights;
Mundane world speaks
~~~~~~~~~
One by one
People breeze by;
Silence speaks loud
~~~~~~~~~
Dry goods vendor
Expounds good quality;
I pick my choice
~~~~~~~~~
Lovely damsel strides
Simple harmonic motion;
Some call this sexy
~~~~~~~~~
By this street corner
Busy feet intersect;
Each pounding away
~~~~~~~~~
Newspaper headlines
Ebola and tragedy;
World now waits to see
~~~~~~~~~
Newspaper commentary
That and this and that;
Expert opinion matters
~~~~~~~~~
Morning surprise
Overnight rain hydrates;
Walkways refurbished
~~~~~~~~~
Basketball court
Foreign talents showcase;
Let me show you how
~~~~~~~~~
Morning kung-fu antics
Dance of dazzle here;
Chinese dialect scrambles
~~~~~~~~~
Mainstream conversations
Stocks market permutations;
Sanguine reality chokes
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
09 November 2014
Singapore
On a trip to Grandmother's,
we'd hear Mother say,
"Your next botany lesson
will soon be on its way."
A visit invariably meant
an immediate tour of her garden,
while the roast in the oven
began to shrivel and harden.
Our stomachs would growl,
our patience would wane,
as she spoke each plant's
history and worth again.
A friend questions
my knowledge of flowers.
Stomachache returns briefly,
recalling all those hours.
Slowly, awareness dawns
of my grandmother's legacy;
a love for earth's harvest
stems from the gift she gave.
Her words wash over me,
the scene before me transposes,
as her voice again expounds
the virtue and fragrance of
A man, quite renowned, came into our town;
He tried to expound on matters profound.
He frowned when he found as he tried to expound:
drowned by the sound of a hound in the town.
This was indeed a hound most renowned!
The sound from this hound, when on a rebound,
knocks a man down in a mound on the ground.
He looked all 'round: northbound, southbound, eastbound, westbound.
Nowhere he looked could that loud sound be found:
the fairground, the playground, the foreground, the background.
Finally he found himself down at the pound.
A foxhound, a coonhound, a bloodhound, a greyhound:
all of these hounds could be found at the pound,
but none of the hounds made that kind of sound.
A boy came around and said while he frowned,
his puppy was wound up, would not settle down.
"Your little dog too! Ha, ha," he clowned.
A little chihuahua made all of that sound?
Well, he dropped his jaw when he heard the chihuahua.
Now, he expounds on this hound most renowned.
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For the Nursery Rhyme 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Written on 04/14/2022
Einstein's Brain
Gifted genius, Newtonian spoiler,
Physicist, and Nobel Prize winner,
And a pacifist whose formula and theory
On energy and quantum mechanics
Advances the scientific community
In the development of nuclear weaponry
By unraveling the atomic enigma,
Leading to the bombing of Hiroshima.
In letters to FDR, Einstein expounds
On possible German research into atomic bombs.
This convinces the U.S.A. to initiate
The Manhattan Project nuclear weapons race.
Somewhere in his meditative thinking,
Einstein’s life has no destiny, only being.
His preserved brain is dissected and analyzed
And reported as human with no hidden secrets.
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Notes:
1 Albert Einstein(1879–1955): Albert Einstein was a world-renowned theoretical physicist known for his theory of general relativity and mass-energy equivalence (E=mc2).
2 Franklin Delano Roosevelt (FDR) (1882–1945): Franklin Delano Roosevelt was the 32nd President of the United States of America from 1933 to 1945.
3 Einstein’s letter to FDR: On August 2, 1939, a letter drafted by Leó Szilárd (1898–1964) and signed by Albert Einstein was addressed and sent to FDR (the then-president of the U.S.A.). The letter warned the United States of America of possible German research and development of an atomic bomb. It further went on to urge the U.S.A. to do the same and develop an atomic bomb before Nazi Germany. This prompted President Roosevelt to take action, which would eventually lead to the Manhattan Project.
4 Manhattan Project: The “Manhattan Project” was the code name for the secretive World War II undertaking by the Americans (with British and Canadian consent and contribution) to develop and produce the world’s first nuclear weapon. On July 16, 1945, the first atomic bomb was detonated at the Alamogordo, New Mexico, test facility in the United States.
5 Albert Einstein attributed quotes:
i) “Had I known that the Germans would not succeed in producing an atomic bomb, I would have never lifted a finger.”
ii) “There is neither evolution nor destiny, only being.”