Best Extols Poems
Just because your voice reaches halfway around the world doesn't mean you are wiser than when it reached only to the end of the bar.
Edward R. Murrow
don't teach me how to think
when all I want to know
is how to live
a self-crowned sparrow perches up on high
a song he sings slowly swirls the storms
as if life itself weren't already wrong
like him, extols are the only norm
fly now where the cliffs are bare
where sullen is your sacred air
for beats of the heart dare move
under undue distress
fly away now where the nest is neat
and fledglings fall upon your feats
rise me with a ruse of wit
where simple doesn't merely fit
with trills of tripe and finer grit
something fresh and neatly writ
I don't need your force fed fodder
I need to live or why even bother
Return again warm glow of Christmas past,
Rekindle precious times I hold so dear.
Transport me back and let my mind be cast
On golden memories of yesteryear.
A fir tree trimmed with fragile fairy lights
Illuminates an angel’s modest smile,
The mystery of secret gifts excites,
Though childhood dreams must slumber yet awhile.
Outside, a serenade of Christian souls
Regales our hearts with warm uplifting voice;
‘Oh little town of Bethlehem’ extols
The Saviour who gives reason to rejoice.
And those I’ve loved commemorate once more
The wonder of those Christmases of yore.
15/10/18
Tho' I am but the sparrow's twining strains
The palette and the pen of whisp'ring souls
I'm sweeter, still, if dashed upon the shoals
Or bleeding from the hem of day's remains
Tho' I may weep from all a scoundrel feigns
For what each soldier's dying breath extols
It's grander, even, morning's meadow rolls
As spindrift, tossed upon the grassy plains
Oh, I am found the coursing thru all things
As warm within your veins, as sunset's sky
My constancy, to love and swoon and hate
To stir in hopes or see what passion brings
So guard me, close, or open me and cry ...
I'll bound and thrum and patiently ... await.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Open Me First" Poetry Contest, Craig Cornish, Judge & Sponsor.
Not all poets are kindred souls
That theory is full of holes
For a few, poetry extols
Different goals Different goals
Words guided by what's in our hearts
Wanderlusts or humorous thoughts
I value artful counterparts
I don't hurl darts I don't hurl darts
Don't point fingers of shame at me
I treat no one with treachery
and I don't act like a queen bee
Hypocrisy Hypocrisy
Don't harm poets with pen or knife
If you're unhappy with your life
Why are you filled with angst and strife
Like Barney Fife Like Barney Fife
Sadness is a depressing trait
A mood that might simply abate
If you stop whining... mitigate
No need for hate No need for hate
I'm not part of a gang or pack
My friends and I do not attack
We have not stabbed you in the back
Disgruntled flack Disgruntled flack
Take screenshots like a bombardier
We've no need to tremble in fear
You've no reason to shed a tear
Now is that clear? Now is that clear?
With poisoned seeds of malice sown
Repeated complaints you bemoan
A cawing crow you now are known
Contentious prone Contentious prone
Broken fences will never mend
With a mindset that will not bend
Into those depths I'll not descend
I will transcend I will transcend
I'll write no more and waste my time
On one who thinks her views sublime
I will choose a healthier clime
To write in rhyme To write in rhyme
Greet the sanguine dawn’s mauve sunrise,
A crimson pizzaz blushing opaline skies
Where eagle flies questing higher highs
Thrilling endearing vibes of enamored eyes
In sparrow’s glance, in cardinal’s dance
In the call of passion, in trill of romance.
Feel the gentle tease of buoyant breeze
And rhythms lilting on blossoming trees
As resplendence extols nature’s appeal~
White-blooms scintillating magnolia’s zeal,
Blazing red-peonies, flaming gold-daffodils,
Glint panorama glistening verdant foothills.
It’s the bubbling spirit of burbling stream
It’s budding impulse of meadow’s dream
It’s passionate horizon of magenta gleam
It’s the dawning aspiration of sunlit beam
It’s colorful ballet of splendiferous theme
It’s heavenly spring of earthly daydream.
Hear sweet songs of love strumming air,
Seductive melodies wafting everywhere
As birds hop, waltz, frolic, sing, and play
Serenading welcome to a beauteous day
Warbling verse of joy, trilling “cheer, cheer”
Oh! the spring is here, the spring’s here!
February 24, 2022
Placed 1st: A Brian Strand 1091
Placed 1st: A Lovely Day Poetry Contest
Sponsor: BJ Legros Kelley
As winter leaves the stage and takes a bow
A gentle warmth rejuvenates the earth
And dormant spring awakens to endow
Creation with a glorious rebirth.
The sun-kissed touch of resurrection's sway
Excites all nature with its full embrace.
Proud tulips raise their heads in bright array
And spiders weave their threads of silken lace.
The dulcet sounds of birdsong fill the skies
As butterflies with stained glass wings take flight.
Fair, fragile chiffon poppies mesmerize
And cheery golden daffodils delight.
Each season brings its blessings from above
But spring extols the measure of God's love.
02.03.19
N/A MAY 2019 PREMIER 4,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 14(F O U R T E E N )Lines
'Spring Sonnet Poetry Contest' sponsored by John Hamilton
10 syllables per line rhyme scheme ABAB CDCD EFEF GG
Includes compulsory 4 words :
1.Dulcet 2. Chiffon 3. Lace 4. Resurrection
also entered into :Your Best Poem That Is Trophy (Premiere Contest) Worthy Contest 1 Poetry Contest - Tania Kitchin
I was happy to be included in any top ten judged by John Hamilton but would like to submit this as one which was quite a challenge with regard to the compulsory words and which I feel paints a pretty picture.
"Memory is man's greatest friend and worst enemy."
~ Gilbert Parker ~
Laud precious memories when cold nights prevail
Those that fan love's flames as wintry winds wail
for upon those images, a lonely heart sets sail
if only in an interlude where grief cannot assail
Tho' behind and betwixt are storms, dark mortal seas
yet love births sweet glories, devoid of costly fees
Far more beautiful than earth is Nature and its trees
On a romantic path, in truest light, may God it please
Mourns the heart when memories are bittersweet
Each one a plunging dagger, blades of winter sleet
A mighty foe one cannot banish or cast off in defeat
for with each renewed attack, pain is wont to repeat
Memories of past failures plague sad, wounded souls
Invisible afflictions impose such pretentious tolls
Past wrongs are seared into regret's grievous roles
remaining as fair warning, which wisdom fairly extols
But there are melodious moments; dulcet thoughts
where flows trickling memoires and elation imparts
rushing through veins 'til canvassed in pulsing hearts
as treasured paintings; unforgettable works de' arts
When a smile, sans apparent reason, plays upon lips
and eyes shine as though emerging from a lunar eclipse
there will arise a memory, perhaps in cursory snips
a prize to relish, delectable as wine a connoisseur sips
I wade the waterside enticing death.
The sea extols the brash to th’ outermost
Abyss. A ‘know it all’, I challenged this
Watery host.
I capsized in the tumultuous seas;
I’m in the heart of the abyssal deep.
The billowing waters; they crest and fall,
Enmesh and sweep.
Disjointed and astray from sight, I strive
Complacently for that redemptive shoal.
This mortuary that’s surrounding me
Entombs my soul.
I look toward the surface as I scan
The depth of darkness for some tethered hope.
I clutch my hands into the obvious
End of my rope.
The moorings are beyond my grasp. I gasp
And struggle for air as I hold my breath.
The hint is clear enough; I closed my eyes
And swallowed Death.
Memories: Friend and Foe,
collaboration with Lin Lane
"Memory is man's greatest friend and worst enemy."
~ Gilbert Parker ~
Laud precious memories when cold nights prevail
Those that fan love's flames as wintry winds wail
for upon those images, a lonely heart sets sail
if only in an interlude where grief cannot assail
Tho' behind and betwixt are storms, dark mortal seas
yet love births sweet glories, devoid of costly fees
Far more beautiful than earth is Nature and its trees
On a romantic path, in truest light, may God it please
Mourns the heart when memories are bittersweet
Each one a plunging dagger, blades of winter sleet
A mighty foe one cannot banish or cast off in defeat
for with each renewed attack, pain is wont to repeat
Memories of past failures plague sad, wounded souls
Invisible afflictions impose such pretentious tolls
Past wrongs are seared into regret's grievous roles
remaining as fair warning, which wisdom fairly extols
But there are melodious moments; dulcet thoughts
where flows trickling memories and elation imparts
rushing through veins 'til canvassed in pulsing hearts
as treasured paintings; unforgettable works de' arts
When a smile, sans apparent reason, plays upon lips
and eyes shine as though emerging from a lunar eclipse
there will arise a memory, perhaps in cursory snips
a prize to relish, delectable as wine a connoisseur sips
Robert J. Lindley and Lin Lane collaboration.
Rhyme, 12-09-2019
Note: Thank you Lin. An honor to collaborate with you
and see firsthand your fine poetic talents on blessed display..
God bless...
On our bed she sits
Laced, bare to her skin
Pouting lips excite me
Teasing begins
Her tongue tastes the air
In a lusting roll
Through the lace I see ripe
My heart extols
Each moment she moves
I capture a pertness so firm
My eyes in delight
As my body affirms
She bows her head
Turns and looks
As soon as I view
Entranced, I'm hooked
Towards her I walk
Slow steps at a time
Nearing her beauty
Admiring sublime
I stand before she
Man that I am
To my knees I fall
As I become her lamb
Hands meet skin
Touching with kissing
Eyes momentarily meet
Knowing their wishing
The lace I gently pull
Revealing tanned soft skin
Desiring now affects me
To love her from within
Our bodies gently meet
Side by side we face and kiss
Loving moments captured
It's time to grace our bliss
Silk sheets endorse our rhythm
As we release undulating waves
In unison we share
Our sensuous inner craves
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-12.php
At the apex of the pyramid sits the virgin or
Madonna whose hand is raised, palm down
Over the head of the infant John forming
A horizontal line as if completing an invisible cross
The child’s right arm raised in benediction gesture
Oh, the Mother of grace, the pass is difficult,
Hard are these rocks, and the mystifying souls
Throng it like echoes, blind throbbing felt
Thy name, O Lord, each spirit's voice extols,
Peace in the dark avenue things bitter occult
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**Based on Leonardo da Vinci (1483) - Virgin of the Rocks**
January 15, 2015
"THANKSGIVING"
T ... TIME TO THANK GOD FOR BLESSINGS BOUNTIFUL AND GRAND
H ... HARVEST OF PLENTY SHOWERED FROM HIS ALMIGHTY HAND
A ... ACCOLADES OF REVERENT PRAISE OFFERED TO HEAVEN'S THRONE
N ... NURTURING FAMILY AND FRIENDS WHERE LOVE HAS GROWN
K ... KINDRED SPIRITS RECOGNIZE GRATITUDE IS THE PROPER WAY
S ... SPECIAL MOMENT MEMORIES ILLUMINATE EACH PRECIOUS DAY
G ... GIVING GLORY TO THE KING; GIVING LOVE THROUGHOUT LIFE
I ...INFILTRATES SOULS TOWARD THE GOOD THUS ELIMINATING STRIFE
V ... VOICES SING IN ONE ACCORD;TONES OF SWEETEST HARMONY
I ... INSTILLING ALL "COUNT THEIR BLESSINGS" ON EARTH; ETERNITY
N ... NESTLED IN DEPTH OF HEART ONE TRUTH EXTOLS PERFECTI LIVING
G ... GLORIOUSLY ACKNOWLEDGE GOD WITH THANKS AT THANKSGIVING.
*FOR KIM MERRYMAN'S COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS CONTEST.
*NOV. 13, 2012.
"Wonderland in Whiteness"
Whiteness is the fairest color of flawless perfection
a vibrant tapestry of Creation's affection
a masterpiece of beauty; pure as a sinless soul
a delicate crafting, so intimate, a treasure of wondrous whole.
bright magical color of purity and grace
an infinite vision swirling in chantilly lace
fluffy couds floating in marshmallow montage'
with a canvas of stars twinkling in a heavenly collage'.
slow gentle spiral of snowflakes escaping from skies
while white essence of dove feeding lost lovers cries
as those White Cliffs of Dover reflect cresting waves
and mountain peaks slumber, caressing Sun, craves.
the brilliant Hope Diamond sparkles white glimmer
the Camelot Era revels in White Knight shimmer
as street lanterns illuminate glow, effervescent,
young hearts inhale breathless love, luminescent.
Whiteness welcomes the depth and the breath of soft fabric
as positive vibes infiltrate as sheer magic
while Planets of Earth weave a web of delight
all humanity extols the Heavenly White Knight
the Light of the World
whose persona shines white.
*For Anthony Slauson's Whiteness Contest.
*Oct. 3, 2012
Thieving Without Conscience
There are thieves, and there are thieves without conscience. ..
Woe to the average Malaysia, of the latter are our elected politicians....
As the US treasury did put it so succinctly that there can be no doubts...
Malaysia as a sovereign nation has been robbed in broad daylight......
By our exalted policians entrusted to uphold our country's economy and its ideals..
By blatantly treating 1MDB as a vessel for securing immense sovereign funds...
And chanelling those funds into privately owned bank accounts...
Colluding with third parties that involved of all things, a so called Arabian prince...
Makes you puke just to think how our corrupted political bigwigs hasten to band together..
Just so that they can cling on to office and indulge in more misuse of power and plunder....
A political purist extols, Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. ..
That sums up nicely the gang of thieves who somehow determines how Malaysia is doing...
Malaysia has the dubious record of being the biggest kleptocracy case in American history...
The sheer magnitud of which involves billions and billions in US currency....
Those who have been following news about the 1MDB imbroglio since a couple of years ago..
Will recall the many evasive statements and misleading answers from 1MDB the vessel...
Through which billions of funds were raised only to be mysteriously siphoned off...
Involving convulated financial transactions that moved chunks of money across nations..
Poor Malaysians, we are still saddled with corrupted politicians and their cronies...
Hoping fervently that the big brother in the US Department of Justice will invoke some miracle...
T
The bell does toll the death of one,
yet, extols the birth of the new.
Within a blink, it has begun,
the joyful cries, sung out on cue.
May coming days be full of virtue.
The days gone by, a trial run.
Blanketed in a misty hue.
Now a new rainbow is spun,
which, with both feet, we jump into.
May the next twelve months give us peace we're due.
1-10-12
For the contest: Happy New Year
Sponsored by Francine Roberts