Best Favorably Poems
If I had more than my share of gold.
Ranked favorably with Mr. Gates,
I'd travel forth to see the world,
Try all the lavish food that sates.
December would find me cruising south
And taking all my friends along.
We'd sail the seas and live in style
And without worries sing our song.
Spring would take me back again
To the snug house he built for me.
I'd walk the boundaries of my land
And give up all thoughts of the sea.
No riches could entice me to
Move from this home built with much love.
We nestled here for many years
Until God took him up above.
I love each tree that he had planted,
Each blade of grass so fresh and green.
Most of the time our climates mild,
The skies are blue, the winds serene.
Wealth cannot make me leave this spot
Here in the lovely Puget Sound.
My home between mountains and sea
Lies where I'm always homeward bound.
October 27, 2015
Forsooth, no Rose
can favorably compare
to our singular Rose
of Soup
how she loops
our hearts into
enchanted bows
perennial of Love’s
eternal garden --
Can you smell the sweet fragrance of spring in the air
New beginnings are upon us and together we'll share
Long walks, holding hands with fingers entwined
Seeing buds springing forth, only by nature defined
Nourished favorably by the freshly melted snow
Feeling the spring breeze, setting our faces aglow.
Can you sense the connection that is uniquely ours
More poignant and sweet then a mountain of flowers
Watching the swell of the creek which threatens to overflow
Not unlike our love which continues to magically grow
A cloudburst of showers leaves us soaked and chilled
Outlining body parts that leaves us pleasantly thrilled.
Can you feel the passion that only true love can bestow
Unbelievingly lucky is this belle and her beau
Love making more intense than lightening and thunder
Memories made and what we share no one can put asunder
Love as strong as the mighty oak tree that weathers any storm
So incredibly blessed with a special bond that is beyond the norm.
March-03-2013
Americanized rugby.....this is football
Americanized football....this is soccer....
Americanized christianity....this is Pentecostal ism
Americanized cricket.....this is baseball
Americanized greek / greco roman wrestling....this is Vince McMahon Inc.
Americanized God save the king/queen....my country this of thee.....
Annuit coeptis nous ordo seclorum
God look favorably upon the new world order.....
REALLY?
with respect to his critics, was not Mr Obama....spot on...when he said America is not a Christian nation....
With the congress and supreme court legalizing what they have in fact legalized in recent decades....
Literary criticism welcome
1.) I'm stronger than I realize
2.) I'm not alone
3.) I'm not a failure
I prize this wonderful wisdom
I'm waiting for God's Kingdom to come!
I ain't no loner
Or a pitiful forlorner!
I am not alone in his eyes -
Delete all those lies
In your head, David...
They don't need to be there - get rid!
Get rid! Get rid of em!
They're pests, not a prized gem!
1.) I'm stronger than I realize
2.) I'm not alone
3.) I'm not a failure
I'm not a dried-up bone
My faith is nourished - I answer my phone
When He and he calls to me,
I respond favorably
I'm as strong as Sampson in the bible...
But I won't ramble
On and on about that!
I abide by his and His wisdom right off the bat!
1.) I'm stronger than I realize
2.) I'm not alone
3.) I'm not a failure
I feel like a failure at times
But, I'm not! I haven't committed terrible crimes
And just gave up on the spot
Don't leave me to rot...
I'll give it all I got -
I'll keep living my dream and my fantasies
No one's gonna stop me...anxiety stings like bees
1.) I'm stronger than I realize
2.) I'm not alone
3.) I'm not a failure
My therapist's words of wisdom
Numbs my pain and mends my broken heart...
Thy Kingdom come~~~
I don't want to roll in the death cart
Thank you, Mr. Sok
You are my therapist and a great friend to talk to
I appreciate your hard work, so
I wrote this poem for you...I hope it rings true to you!
You move with effortless grace.
As I steal a glance of your chiseled face.
A sheepish smile makes my heart stop beating.
To not get hurt again, should I be retreating?
I am "damaged goods" and I can't take that away.
Afraid that forever that's the way I'll stay.
My smile hides all the hurt I have been through.
Tell me, what will be so different about you?
Can you help erase all that has been said and done?
Need me, so that I won't turn around to run.
I have lost myself too many times to count.
Will your affections be enough for my fear to surmount?
You caress my cheek and steal my breath.
Please Goddess take me away from this living death.
Help to favorably bear upon my tattered and bleeding soul.
Use the elements to once again make me whole.
I beseech you to bless me with a favor from your heart.
Have pity on me as I silently fall apart.
I am unsure of how much more heartache I can take.
Listen closely and you can hear my heart slowly break.
I wait for him to hold my face and gently kiss me.
My chest tightens and I can hardly breathe.
I wait with bated breath for his lips to finally meet mine.
Our hearts and bodies long to intertwine.
I feel his gaze on me as I shamelessly daydream.
Heat rushing to my cheeks as the tears fall in a stream.
How could I get caught with my heart out on my sleeve?
I'm not sure his love is a goal I'm able to achieve.
I taciturnly say a prayer to help me find some peace.
In hopes that my fears will acquire a way to cease.
Need me, love me, find me, see me in a different light.
My heart recognizes you and I no longer want to try to fight.
No regard to that precious gift of life, no regard for that all
encompassing love and mercy, nor were they good stewards,
keepers of the lands, air or water.
I pray this equation turns around favorably, but in the meantime,
to my American Brothers and Sisters during now and in this world,
before my spoken prayer manifests: I say to you we are with you
in battle, a spiritual battle, the ultimate spiritual quest. We are
even in this battle with our Royal Sister named Israel, which
contains the world's capital, soon to be the New Jerusalem the
place where Heaven meets and marries Earth. Along with our
Christian family, those around the world who value peace, wisdom
and the Ancient of Days as much as we do. I decree for our troops
the protection of Jesus, the love of God, the fighting power of
Heaven's angels to fight loyally along side of you... as our Lord has
all in His Hands, and His Kingdom comes and His Will is indeed
being done. May God Bless you and keep you!!!
and my heartfelt THANK YOU!
So this is a poem written by my Granddad, Kelvin Leaf in 1955. He has written quiet a few and what an honor it was for me to have him read them all to me... Priceless
Notions of love fill my aching heart -
Shreds of love with a wonderful part.
Love for a girl all in humility.
At last love, you’ve found felicity
The tedium of Saturday and length of day -
Come to put a final stray
Searcher and search at last met,
At last love my words were set.
Grapping blankets, pulling at sheets.
Love will always try to seep.
Fumbling with switches, mopping the brow.
At last love has found its prowl.
Morning came, it was the same.
Cleaner’s, corners were too tame.
Grim, alert I hid the fact-
Yet love alone tried its tact.
Who’s to blame? Loves the same.
Time alone peeps out to tame.
Yet one must wait to make the start.
As last love that’s my part.
I look at my classroom, I look at my home.
Love alone shall be my bone.
Resolved in will to humbly pine -
As last love we will dine.
The heat of the day, the toil of youth -
You alone will tell the truth.
Bubbling brook and murmuring stream.
At last love we’ve had our dream.
Scholarly pen, enlightening book-
Love and I have had a look.
Flower of delight, bird of flight-
At last love I’ve flown my kite.
Who is she oh whispering wind?
Does she dwell in yonder hills?
Come and blow and set the test-
At last love we’ll have a rest.
Doris, you are mine, I’m yours,
Please smile favorably on our cause
Loving ways and humble gaze.
At last love you loving blaze.
For Putin so loved America
That he gave up his only Syria
That the weapons of mass destruction
May give way to those of lesser destruction
And that he may for once if not for always
Be featured favorably on New York Times
And other influential American newspapers
In the hope that one day soon or not so soon
When he defects to the West he may be received
As a hero, not only in the United States of America
But all around the world excepting only Russia
Which must then pretend to condemn him
As a sellout no doubt but well knowing
That they had sent him to the West
To head the KGB in Washington
Which though dead to idiots
Is very much alive to those
Like me who have always
Doubted that Russia
Would cede much
Ground in the
Sly World of
Espionage!
I love to write romantic rhymes
Lavishing lovely lyrics on each lines
Singing sweet songs to send out smiles
I woo words and employ a sincere style
I am addicted to alluring alliteration
Playing with passion and perfection
I give imageries an important instruction
They place witty words in pleasant position
I am very versed in writing vibrant verses
I woo wide words in all stanzas and sentences
Cruising with creativity with colorful clauses
This makes each line loaded and rich like roses
I tell true tales through terrific… terzanelle
It is just a tangle of Terza rima and villanelle
Each line is built on beauty just like a belle
With terrific tercets, rhyming like a… Roselle
I flow favorably with fantastic… free verse
I colors with care to make rhyme so tiny and terse
I feel free to flow with words and carefully converse…
I dig deep into my dictionary to get words to disperse
I appreciate my poetry pals with attractive acrostic
Using the first letters of words… funny but fantastic
I explore excellent expressions to make it ecstatic
Just to give my pals a golden glow… so gigantic
I love to croon constantly using… colorful couplet
Using real rhymes to end all lines… as a bold bracelet
I don’t spend all the witty words in my word-wallet
Yet I paint it with creative colors... veiled with violet
I am always happy whenever I handle haiku
Seventeen syllables split like a simple Sudoku
It’s beautiful like a Hawaiian garland: Haku
It can be in a single straight line…Monoku
I love writing poems as simple as ABC
Following the alphabets… as you can see
Creativity counts… as I display constancy
Well, all I need do is to maintain word-normalcy
(alternately titled “How art thou dear reader?”)
(Inexplicably triggers domino effect
and doth indirect
lee send favorable
ripples vibrantly unchecked.)
vagaries of an uncertain
today or tomorrow
excites this scribe,
with a whim
analogous to sensational leitmotifs
introducing note worthy
composition melody,
and/or lyric with vim
and vivacity, particularly
to avoid behavior
being predicable, and also
(more importantly for)
to partake of the vast trim
ming of life, (not just those
reserved for holiday time),
where every day provides
an opportunity, no matter slim,
and/or fat chance to bring,
(or deliver a smile)
via friendly gesture accompanied
with a kind word
such as "hello,"
cuz no cost involved being friendly
to a self absorbed passersby
alighting, and enabling
stark contrast day, sans
gloom and doom uttering,
an innocuously neutral
greeting to bring
a dollop of good
day (not simply,
those festive occasions
(mainly and most
optimally, favorably,
and conveniently during)
Thanksgiving, and/or Christmas,
but any given evening
no matter the season if only to fling,
(albeit verbally) one or more glee
full spontaneous vocalization -
(USDA NON GMO,
gluten and monosodiumglutimate free)
surprising yourself (myself
in this case) voluntarily prithee
boost interpersonal
social awkwardness,
perhaps even offering
to lend a helping hand re
garding circumstance,
where an individual
might be contending
with something obviously
beastly, heavy, and/or
unwieldy to manage
despite the outcome, where
no response
might be forthcoming,
maybe experiencing feeling
snubbed without letting
air of indifference
(from recipient) sting!
EGUSI SOUP.
Blessed vegetable leaf with
Melon roots
Selected soup from the
Eastern roof,
My taste bud is the only
Proof,
As pounded yam is her groom
Eba could be a quality
Substitute.
Ingest and digest because this
Is the best,
Nutritionist recommends
Strangely my skin becomes
Fresh,
She even doubles my strength.
Assorted meats to select
Stock fish sinks in Egusi's chair,
Pets enjoy her remnant.
Sufficient palm oil is a blend
It remains on her shallow bed
This makes Egusi almost red.
Five fingers is the instrument
Begin to roll into Egusi's trench.
Egusi is Ibo's friend
She also visit's different events,
Her eminence, favorably prepared
By pretty women
Who are culturally dressed.
Egusi is this natural herb
Cures illness without my consent,
Tarnish as many plates
She never torments,
I will respect green and protect
Her children.
Habib Akewusola.
She was created of earth's lusty marrow,
lived amidst chimera and heather fields
breathing Byron essence & Dickinson fire,
there was madness in the poetry of her life
an atmosphere favorably self-aware
mundane was ne'er her cup of fancy
In death, she was found to be quite lucid
'tween exiled days and windswept expanses
of untrodden woodlands & lone seascapes,
perchance glimpse her twilit ambiance
whispering beyond breezes of conclusive
horizons void of derived worldly silhouettes
COLORIZE THE CLASSICS contest 10/2/16
Although I was born and raised among German aristocracy,
I feel I have blended rather well with Russian nobility.
My name changed when I converted to Russian Orthodoxy.
I am now called Catherine. I was once known as Sophie.
Despite my mother being banished from the country,
Tsarina Elizabeth looks quite favorably upon me.
However, one major item exists where I must disagree.
Duke Peter of Holstein-Gottorp is matched up with me.
Since his aunt Tsarina Elizabeth called him to court,
he has been consistent with each unwitting retort.
This buffoon has alienated many as we have few friends.
Unfortunately, he will become tsar when Elizabeth’s life ends.
He is obnoxious, overbearing, and possesses the dullest mind.
Peter can only become a tsar of the worst kind.
Besides, he is ugly with all those scars from smallpox.
He has them on his face, arms, legs, and even his buttocks.
Peter is supposed to be the sovereign of the Russians.
However, he surrounds himself with Holsteins and Prussians.
I should dispose of this menace. There has to be a way.
I must rule Russia alone as a tsarina one day.
Catherine II (aka Catherine the Great) ruled Russia from 1762 to 1796.
Strong-willed with the fearless, forgiving, and fervent heart from the sympathy-sought start
Turbulent, yet terrific as the storm of epic efflorescence that is vigilant in roving reassurance
Robust and rough like radiant rocks on the ocean bed and beyond the shimmering, soulful sea
Essentially elevating like cave-engulfed gems, glimmering with eager, endearing effulgence
Negotiable somewhat with never-ending nobility and stability of a recognizable, favorably dream-weaved, riveting reality
Glorious with an exuberant, gigantic grip – I find it extremely exquisite and extraordinarily fit…gratefully lit up, gladly enthusiastic and fairly fantastic, loaded up with lofty-legitimate loyalty
Tough-skinned like a colossal crocodile, craftily cruising in the liquid-levitating lagoon during turmoil's thunderous tornado, along with brazen blows of bulky brilliance, marvelously restored like a frog's risky ribbit that acts like a zealous, wondrous, leader-like, echo-precious illumination
Hefty with rain-drop-rippling hopes and strength-purified joys while being an asset of helpfulness in horrendous handfuls of halcyon humility, enhancing rejuvenation from laborious restlessness; strength, in general, is a shallow-swimming or abyss-dwelling shark, devouring away his crimson victim of feeble bravery and timid durability that strengthens the predator of passionate prosperity
~written by KAP and me~