Best Favoring Poems
Assuring more time to embrace the earth's sun
Brings with it sweet pleasures summer has spun.
Casting out a line in search of a suffering soul,
Derives inner joy that is good for the whole.
Everyone may soon become quite aware,
Favoring the spirit gifts so much to share.
God's greatest gifts are so freely given...
Help yourself to the sweet fruits of heaven.
Inside your mind lives pristine poetic flowers,
Just let them flow through tips of your bowers.
Kindred spirits will gravitate to your prose or rhyme,
Lyrics that sway us, dancing in harmonic time.
Moving to music creates tranquility,
Neutralizing harsh sounds with indemnity.
Omnipotence frees us from our emotional will,
Penetrates our sanctuary when we are quiet and still.
Quality not quantity of life's special dreams
Related in love's happiness is all that it seems.
Seeking to help others will benefit you
Through the gift of your time, in kind things you do.
Universal energy is captured by all,
Vibrating in frequencies in an invisible pall.
We may share with each other our auras divine
Xyst beauty that surrounds in astrological trine.
Yearning to spread peace to indifference I find;
Zealous in my heart to share love with mankind.
© Connie Marcum Wong
July 22, 2015
Your Best Poem #2 Abecedarian Contest~Sixth Place~
Shadow Hamilton
Where Man Walks Blindly Crying All Is Lost
As mind ponders on life and its brief span-
Only a gasp in the great fog of time;
Fleeting the days and quests of mortal man
Often in darkness, void of any rhyme.
Walking in pouring rain with sheer delight;
So, so short those pleasures may often be ;
Man born to deep rage and so quick to fight,
Eternally yearns to be truly free.
Sages and poets, keepers of heartfelt thought-
Souls that cry out for sweeter love and peace,
Too often ignored, favoring those bought,
Scoundrels hell will have and never release!
Rejection of truth has its steepest costs:
Where man walks blindly crying all is lost.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-02-2016
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-3/7/14 and 5/2/14-
The waves of the sea and the screeching of the seagulls
Mix together like coffee and cream
I feel like I’m livin’ a dream
I walk barefoot on the warm, warm sand
I don’t really understand
Why you lay a hand on me…
Is it because I’m as mournful as the sea
Or is it because I’m the waves that swivel and dive down in ecstasy?
I don’t quite understand
The reason I feel the city’s pressure and hardness
They are cemented in the abyss
Serene Shores…
Sails in silhouetted slumber
Serene Shores…
Falls into flamboyant floors
Serene Shores
Guides me gently, giving me grand advice –
“DREAM ON, DEAR CHILD!”
The sound of honking is heard unexpectedly… the sound emitting out of the car
It was so uncalled for! It was going way too far!
I feel like drifting away in a deep sleep, carelessly hitting the seafloor…but I’m wide awake instead
I would like to lie lifelessly and tranquilly…I ascend from the water’s surface in disappointment – where’s my head?
I can’t completely comprehend
Why I am more in tune with nature – it could mend
A shattered soul…
A torn, forlorn heart…
Like my own
Serene Shores…
Sails in silhouetted slumber
Serene Shores…
Flaps its fantastic wings, favoring the light of freedom!
Sadistic Shores
Pushes me forwardly persistently, poking at me pessimistically–
“WAKE UP TO REALITY, YOU MORON!”
I ponder about the future and its many mysteries
There are clues in the surface of the ocean
I’m too busy trying to pick them up as I go…I wonder about the meaning of the past memories
I squander my time, getting caught up in bittersweet emotion
The dead still walk
within our memories,
and breathe
and smile
and talk
inside that strange preserve we keep,
a room still redolent with life
above the boxes where they sleep.
What irony prevails, that we
may call them forth upon a whim
as frozen servants microwaved,
enjoyed, and then returned at will
to their uncertain rest.
Might we indulge them,
favoring a spirit laugh
at our audacity?
Might they indeed, be guiding us
inside our stumbling bones,
inside this diorama
quite obsessed by touch?
We might do well to understand
they fly to us
with such astounding love
to fill our reminiscenses
upon demand, and yet
with sad politeness fade away
at suppertime.
~
A faithful atmospheric worth of you,
equal in statuesque rainbow possess.
Grace a forest wake to rumored jewel,
long drawn-out winks ethereal blesses.
Favoring flowers blossoming parades,
a living garden hails its ambitions.
Hovers a bee stared yearning serenades,
nigh turnout unequal kinds, auditions.
Ode claims Rainbow Butterfly to whom shares
glory to its signature character,
beliefs prestige for reserving crosshairs.
Incepts moniker beings cofactor,
chicks or the eggs, and who'll take second best?
Rainbow suave sky soars the aliferous.
BLOSSOMS--
blossom
fragrant cherry
favoring, thriving, submitting
ever so fragrant
bloom
blossom;
pink, blighted;
unfolding, budding flushing
ever so cherry
efflorescence
blossom
springtime from death to life
unfolding budding flourishing
ever so frailest
flower
Written: July 04, 2023
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A respected river, your holiness sublime.
Purifies within if we let your essence seep.
From the powerful mountains, you climb
Pious and deep, it cures thirst spirits, creep
We all joined in a loud wave of ovation.
Farmers and anglers exploit it commonly.
Before you slowly dyke into the ocean.
Your pristine oceans are just heavenly.
Favoring even those who have sinned.
I've begun to write a tale of keen people.
Your purity is lovely, a river so revered.
You arose from the depths of a steeple.
Quenching the thirst of souls, from the abyss.
Peasants and boatmen, united in bliss,
Your presence is a source of joy and peace.
As we gather along your banks, we find release.
But as you journey toward the endless sea,
Our hearts ache, as we agnize you must leave.
Yet your holiness remains, forever to foresee
Waters, so pure, cleanse our souls, we believe.
The yellowing
of winter
flows out
into the yellowing
of spring;
kissing chosen roses
with its hued sunshine.
Seasons,
like chameleons,
change;
and paper yellows
as teasing tinting time
mellows itself.
But
truth’s color
knows no shade;
remaining
the same
in all seasons
favoring
neither night nor
day.
And
is unchanged
by the yellowing
of time.
Some think the secret of life
found in numbers,
a blackboard the mathematician's Ruler and
painting...
Some believe the secret of life in prayer,
higher go congregate cathedrals and voices...
The atheist remains aloof
believing not in soul whispers...
(The artist believing only in art,
framed when not free from his
own applications)
The infant perhaps favoring
simply living, the wisest often naive
choices...
While government is more inclined
toward curtains
Believing the secret its power to deceive...
Poetry~ my Divine exception....
During childhood
It was all about imagination,
As in opening a window
For a fun, medieval war with full set of armor and a sword
And fighting the foes who comes to fight.
I'd always made it unfair
For my enemies;
Seventy-four to forty-seven
And scoring a victory for my land.
As each war was fought, many men were defeated and killed
But with the stakes of losing my country and throne,
Losing or surrendering was not an option.
But a new enemy came, stronger than any other foe I fought,
And his name was Evil Ken,
A dark figure, with the same body tone as mine,
His eyes were bright red,
Both hands were sharp as kitchen knives,
And his energy was pure darkness.
Not only Evil Ken came,
He put his contagious plaque
Over my countrymen;
One claw from his hands
Feels like a painful parade
Full of little ants
Crawling into your skin.
I'd thought in my mind
That my soldiers can be healed
And fight by my side,
But it was too late.
The meadows of my imagination
Became little voices,
Similar voices of fallen men whom I killed,
And my muscles in my right wrist,
Which had the power of democracy,
Became the voices' weapon
Of mass destruction
And turning it against me.
The percentile of me winning this war was 3:1,
Favoring Evil Ken
And fear came through me
Like a man was getting executed by be-headed.
I feared that I will be next on the chopping block
Of iron and steel.
So for this "Never-ending war"
Between Evil Ken and his plaque
Against me
Multiple names were firing at me,
Like ***** and a juvenile delinquent,
But an unfamiliar voice came by my side,
Like an angel from the sky flew down,
And gave me evidence
On how to defeat Him and his plaque.
This evidence was
Leadership, motivator, and a
Survivor.
The war ended with his plaque
And Evil Ken was finally disperse.
I may have won this war,
But more will come in time
And more men will be defeated.
Your eyes arrive on me
like the whips of passion's urgency
wide with white smite encasing eons inflamed in irises,
I feel the tight temperature of they're heated hue, my lust crises rises,
brown autumn burning into ravenous red, seduction's takeover fast overhead,
you've got an angel in one eye, a devil in the other, teammates, temptation led
trouble in your stare and glory in your glare, there's a gamble on your lips
I get an adrenaline hit, I see the misfit, magic in those lids
beauty and banditry bound to fantasy,
hips and slits favoring me,
brash brows and lapping lashes
portals pivoting on our cunning chances,
flawless in flirt, a merciless miracle of attraction,
there's somethin lawless in you woman
got me comin for your lovin -
J.A.B.
Dating my first love, hearing Elvis sing
"It's now or never come hold me tight"
A handsome young Kennedy on TV springs
The youngest president with views left wing
Destined to die too young, a young bride's fright
Dating my first love, hearing Elvis sing
Married to my first love, a baby rings
There is a murder in our young sight
A handsome young Kennedy on TV springs
A young bride crawling away as if she has wings
A baby boy kicks with all his strong might
Dating my first love, hearing Elvis sing
In the sixties young love into marriage zings
Hope for a different future takes flight
A handsome young Kennedy on TV springs
Sudden end to hopes and dreams death did bring
Deep down in the spirit a seed planted alright
Dating my first love, hearing Elvis sing
A handsome young Kennedy on TV springs
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Contest: Decades
To me my meeting my future husband and my marriage then children was
an important part of the sixties but of course only to us did it really matter.
Leftwing defined: members of a liberal or radical political party, or those
favoring extensive political reform..
Leftwing origin in the political sense in the first half of the 1800s where
in European legislatures the seating practice to seat those holding liberal
views were assigned the left side of the house..It also had use in military..
I watch the news again with a dubious eye of concern
Another terrorist attack, more animals facing extinctions - I learn
Another natural disaster just occurred - Now that deserves coverage
Should they not be reporting though, more about stories of courage?
Of News worthy stories a darker side forever creeps in
Getting caught with the hype I must confess I’m guilty of this sin
Extreme events seem to be the order to feed the people
A grim world to trick us into thinking and following like ‘Sheeple’
Stock market crashes more exaggerated than they actually are
A news report of Dog eats Dog gets a Richter scale of 10 by far
But here on my soap box I stand and put before you my confessions
It’s not about chocolate or addictions of loosely thrown at Love Obsessions
More about the starving masses around the world that need to be fed
Looking through the soulless eyes of a child as he looks at his loved ones dead
Feeling helpless as I hear about the hopelessness of preventing child labor
In a world going wrong that finds it hard to follow The Word ‘Love thy Neighbor’
Now back to a confession of an obsession of Life’s necessities
Though I will not forsake morals, decorum or prudence in my ‘obsessities’
I am not here to play God or a claim to Fame shall I seek
Favoring anonymity I shall reach out - a Voice for the Meek
Would you not love to lead a child from the Dark to the Light?
Would you not love to put an end to a poor man’s plight?
Would you not love to be able to make a blind man see?
Would you not love to hear liberated children laugh in glee?
My Obsession is MONEY, so judge if you thou wilt
If you think this a sin then I stand, 'shameless in my Guilt'
But it’s the only way that I know of where I can make a difference
MONEY is the KEY in my Obsession to alleviate World Sufferance
~ Placed Second in Contest~
Obsession Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
27th July 2017
When you're on top already,
speaking King of the US Mountain,
if you are among the ecopolitical elite
in comparison to those you would remain even more separated from
than is currently the case,
then your separatist position
is also a position to maintain and/or increase your comparative supremacy.
Only if you were a klan of black feminist lesbians and transgenders.
who just want to be left alone,
can you offer a mission statement favoring increased ecopolitical separation
without also taking a position of wanting to sustain or strengthen your comparative absence of supremacy.
Assuming you are still basically white males
under those sheets,
I believe you are mistaken in believing you are for more separation
between the races
and not also for continuing,
and, even better,
increasing your comparative supremacist ecopolitical position
with the help of social niceties like apartheid.
Sorry to be the bearer of bad news.
On the other hand,
perhaps if you could recruit more broadly,
diversify your Klan to include the black feminist lesbians,
and transgenders,
to also begin receiving more than their fair share of this good society's goods,
then that would certainly help your public image
in the racial-supremacist not-very-Christian
cognitive dissonance department.
Wood chew believe aye took stock...?
Upon a whim, an endeavor
arose to communicate
cumulative key whatchamacallit,
yea...nuggets o' wisdom, asper
about yours truly no reason, nor
rhyme unwinding, tooling sputtering
most vexing mystery more
baffling than any whodunnit,
asper in this ole rattle trap to whit,
which drab filler hoop fully doth newt
induce thee to vomit
while this true bore doer sits here twit
tilling thumbs, one doubting Thomas
addresses, (albeit favoring abridged titbit
alphabetized list), I attempt (collusion
gluten, GMO free), aye solicit
motley fool, not to accrue superprofit
unbiased worded atypical, bohemian
rhapsodizing non mercurial portrait
most challenged since umpteenth orbit
whiling away this last May 2019 Tuesday
around nearest star circle game
impossible mission exit
or at least until after exhausting
without courting death
senescence to delimit.
ME? ANTI THE FOLLOWING::>
aggression, alcohol, apartheid, authoritarianism,
billboard, bureaucratic, censorship, church,
cigarette, anticlericalism, anticolonialism,
commercialism, communism, conglomerate,
conventional, corporate, corruption,
counterfeiting, crime, cruelty, cult, defamation,
diarrheal, dogmatic, dumping, elitism,
establishmentarianism, fascism,
fashion, formalist, fraud, fur, guerilla, gun,
hierarchical, hijack, hunter, king, illiterate,
litter, lynching, macho, materialism, militarism,
miscegenation, monarchical, monopolist,
mosquito, nationalist, nepotism, noise, nuclear,
obesity, pesticide, plague, pollution, poverty,
racist, racketeering, rape, religion, revolutionary,
riot, royalist, sexist, shoplifting, slavery, smog,
smoker, smuggling, snob, subversive, tax,
terrorist, theft, tobacco, totalitarian, violence,
vivisectionist, welfare.
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