Best For Each One Poems
sweet zephyr breezes
jasmine empress butterflies
rainbows in our sky
silence once golden
angelic voices trumpet
song of the poet
unity breeds strength
moonbeams in togetherness
sunlight for each one
living in the now
join the love revolution
smile on your brother
seeker of eden
no longer searching alone
bards in harmony
She’s always drawing mermaids, and they bear
resemblance to their artist, for each one
is but a girl. Dark, wavy, thick, long hair
hides pre-pubescent breasts; Elysian
the islands drawn for all her mermaids seem . . .
so different from her own reality.
The islands that she colors are her dream.
She also yearns to swim the wondrous sea.
She’d have a mermaid’s iridescent tail . . .
No place between two legs to cause her shame!
She’d be a strong free mermaid, but she’s frail,
and so she sketches dreams she cannot claim.
Her mother sees each picture that she’s drawn,
yet fails to see her daughter's joy is gone.
For William Kekaula's Sonnet's Salutation Poetry Contest
From 2011, this is one of my sonnets with the deepest metaphorical meaning
Which sunrise is most spectacular?
Which blue sky is bluest?
Are there words in my vernacular,
To express which love is truest?
For love is like a jewel rare,
With many facets, sides,
Which side sparkles more, compare,
In which side does more beauty hide?
Which miracle is more miraculous?
Which happiness holds more joy?
Which one is more marvelous?
Which does one most enjoy?
For each one is amazing,
Each dazzles in our eyes,
As though we stand there gazing,
At starlight in the skies;
And you are just like all these things.
You are beyond compare,
A blessing sent on angel's wings,
You're like a treasure, rare;
For nowhere is there one like you.
You're unique, one of a kind.
God had one thought when He made you.
You were all that was on His mind.
Oh tell me where they are, the ones I miss
The ones I long to touch with ardent kiss
Where are the ones my heart is longing for
I ache within for those whom I adore
Where are the ones that I have loved and lost
the ones I tried to keep at painful cost
Where are the ones who hold a piece of me
All silent now, a part of history
Alone, I sit while thoughts of them now plead
to come to life, to breathe, and to be freed
As I succumb to time who's gentle, kind
I see them all again; sweet trick of mind
The ones who loved me not, now love again
my mind brings mem'ries bright of where and when
and once again the sweetened words I taste
of friends and loved ones gone without a trace
I see my mother praying while in bed
She lives once more, not lying with the dead
I hear her whisper words of truth and grace
My trembling fingers trace her Angel face*
And then my daughter ‘s hand is safe in mine
She’s back at home and everything is fine
We spend the night in laughter and delight
I need not worry where she is tonight*
My loved ones are around me, not abroad
The ache that pains my heart is healed by God
For though I miss the ones my heart holds dear
This stream of mem'ries brings each loved one near
*My mother's name was Angel. She passed away on March 19, 2000. She had Multiple Sclerosis which kept her from kneeling beside her bed for her prayers. She would sit up in bed and pray for each one of her children.
*My daughter is studying in Hungary, and I miss her terribly
Eileen Manassian
I know I don’t always do the right thing
Sometimes life just gets in my way
I know I don’t always pray the right prayer
Sometimes doubt leaves me in despair
I know I don’t always leave love in my path
Even though Jesus would make a way past
The sorrow, the confusion, the darkness
So that His love would shine all through me
I know that I can’t always bring His grace
So that others feel His light, His embrace
I know that I can’t always shine His love
Into the darkness, gentleness from above
I know that I can’t always kiss away the hurt
Assuring that no one ever feels like dirt
Still, I try…
I reach beyond my fears, my tears
Sing songs of hope, laughing through the years
I try to make others see His light in my heart
Burning away the darkness, reassuring dreams
Silencing the worry and uplifting those in need
Still, I try…
I know I don’t do enough, but I give
From my heart and soul, I breathe His promises
Encourage feelings of faith, devotion and trust
Loyalty to the One who makes a way for everyone
To come to the amazing God who created us
I try to give back, even though I’m so small
I serve a Mighty GOD who can do anything at all
He is light and love – He is grace from above
He makes a way for each one of us – delivers
Redeems, reassures – saves us to the uttermost!
Humbly and without anything notable to give
I come to you, my friend, with only one request…
Please give Jesus a chance – He really is the best!
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date Posted: August 26, 2022
Children playing, picking flowers
on this April afternoon
up and down the grassy hillside
shadows will be fading soon
As the sudden storm approaches
all of nature darkening
the children dashing homeward
to their mother's call are hearkening
The rain begins its rhythmic dance
as to their back door they both race
once inside they make their way
into their mother's warm embrace
Perched beside a picture window
fresh hot cocoa for each one
they sit and watch the treetops blowing
passing storms can sure be fun
Breaking clouds give way to sunshine
beams of light go flowing by
and like a heavenly artist's brush
they paint a rainbow 'cross the sky
Children sit and watch in wonder
Mother Nature's wrath subside
as dazzling buds and fragrant blooms
beckon them to come outside
NEW WIZARDS
In legend, gods and wizards roamed the earth
A theatre drawn by magic spell creation
No one dominant in what was real - a dearth
Of fixed scene; each chose their own world contemplation
Drama wild where players contested illusion
Sought to overwhelm in a glorious confusion
There evolved a more civil scene though with its flaws
On a stage then firm, for each one who would act
Cosmos framed: the same to all as ruled by laws
The reality - consensus view - agreed contract
Could that be a golden age - freedom framed by rules
Those who broke them deemed non participants or fools
Now new Wizards come on scene in spangled coats
PR Experts, the Press, Politicians paint new scenes
That set us all at odds and each other’s throats
With smears, distorting mirrors and cunning memes
Have we now returned to a former legendary vision
Where illusion out-weighs reason in our decision
The protests are written from the busy pen
of the one whose thoughts are quite driven
yet she cries "foul" like a rumple feathered hen
when the thoughts of another are simply given
Her name-calling ploy is such a childish game
for each one of us has the right to our opinion
without castigation and a finger pointing blame
I'm not a vengeful person, nor a poet's minion
I don't seek attention as a clown or a witch
I've not slandered anyone with my remarks
My fastballs are always thrown as a legal pitch
I'm vaccinated so I don't fear mad dog barks
Social equality is as much mine as it is yours
I've the right to write or speak what I feel
without giving a wedgie to someone's drawers
I'm not vicious like you called me in your spiel
You want to dwell in sorrow for the human race
but I have hope for mankind and will not brood
Our differences will never allow for an embrace
but only one of us illustrates the right attitude
From the deep dark corners of my brain I strain to bring to the surface
the answers I've locked deep, so deep within...Like the matter inside lava in a volcano..my brain, OH !..It hurts, it hurts to dig deep.
I can't seem to reach deep enough for this stuff called wisdom to answer these tough questions I've faced, interlaced in the place where my brain is in this head that sits upon my shoulders.
There it sits like it serves the sole purpose of housing this delicate machine they call brain. Mine is filled with wisdom, but like a deserted kingdom that seems so desolate until it's needed. Then it comes to life like the city lights on a friday night. Flashing, flickering...what does it all mean, my eyes are burning the cogs are turning in this machine, questions are firing from the canons of life, the sounds are threatening my very wellbeing ! These questions need to be answered, to leave ignored is just not an option...they need to be sorted, sorted in order, there's too many questions awaiting an answer.. So I dig deep to search for that wisdom, don't let me down right now I need you, don't let me drown or I have to ask what is your purpose..Why do you sit there laying dormant while I am in torment !
I can't take anymore questions so I dig deep to awaken that wisdom, I need you right now to take care of these questions, that line up for answering - line up for battle. Ready to fight, they don't like wisdom- Wisdoms too dominant, like a warrior ready for war...A war in my brain, the hurt the strain.. I pay the price heavily for each one of these battles, when questions are resilient and don't want to be answered, combined with wisdom that won't take no for an answer. The battle is fierce, questions are running for cover, hiding in every corner and crevice- an annoying menace, that needs to be dealt with and brought tumbling down.. Wisdoms too staunch and won't back down.
The battle is bloody and takes a heavy toll, the rebellious questions heads begin to roll..out ooze the answers they've been guarding so tightly , not giving up lightly..but there they lay exposed and ready to be absorbed into the recesses of my brain...Wisdom wins out again !
HERE ONE MINUTE?
The tree it grows
The stream it flows
Each in its time
Not yours nor mine
The May bug flies
In hours it dies
Yet for each one
A full life’s run
Does time speak true?
Our lives accrue
Each minute new
To have or rue
Too short a pass
As dew on grass
Or long, as known
By rock or stone
So take each day
For work or play
I’ll write my rhyme
And make my time
4 October 2019 (it is alleged)
There resided in an Orphanage, called Blessedville
Lovely girls whose names are Charitybelle,
Faithgayle and Hopedelle.
They are best friends and in prayer they are aligned
Asking God to give them adoptive parents who are kind…
Yet they must wait for guardians with good heart and mind.
One day, their home was visited by Mr. and Mrs. Kompassion
Giving all children food supplies, and for each one, a school-provision
As they announced their adoption-related decision.
They planned to adopt two girls who are cheerful
So all children have become more responsible and dutiful
Including Charitybelle, Faithgayle and Hopedelle who are hopeful.
“We want all of you to be part of our choice”
Said Mrs. Grace Kompassion, “so now rejoice
And answer our question without making a noise.”
Mr. Merc Kompassion smiled with delight
Stating, “Just do what is right and write without fright
To make us know that you are the great child in our sight.”
Mr. and Mrs. Kompassion asked each child for recommendation:
“Among all of you, what two names can you give as suggestion
To be included for our family expansion?”
Each child wrote one person including own name
But not Charitybelle, Faithgayle and Hopedelle who are the same
In not placing their names for their full claim.
Charitybelle considered Faithgayle and Hopedelle for the best
Faithgayle mentioned Hopedelee and Charitybelle to be blest
While Hopedelle noted that Charitybelle and Faithgayle are the greatest.
Because of the love* they showed for each other
Charitybelle, Faithgayle and Hopedelle were adopted together
And Mr. and Mrs. Kompassion became their father and mother.
Until now, they visit Blessedville Orphanage with eagerness
Expressing that they thank the Lord for His graciousness
Making them belong to a wondrous family of joyfulness.
*1John 4:16 And we have known and believed the love that God hath to us. God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.
Tristich in Rhyme midst Narrative form
April 7, 2023
1st place, "Write a Sweet Fairytale For Children with a Good Outcome Ending; Nobody gets hurt" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by BJ Legros Kelley; judged on 5/6/2023.
The time has come for me to go,
I see the chariot near.
The Angels are now coming for me,
What wonderful music I hear!
A heavenly light is shining above,
My Savior’s dear face I see.
He’s bidding me come over to the other side,
Where endless joys are awaiting me.
The trials that I have suffered here,
Will be as nothing then.
I’ll thank God for each one I’ve endured
And for His help in holding out to the end.
A crown is waiting for me there,
And a robe of white I’ll wear.
No more sickness, no pain, and no sad goodbyes,
I’ll never again have a care.
My children, I long to see you again,
And I’ll meet you on that shore,
If you prepare to meet the Savior,
The one whom I adore.
I pray for each of you, my loved ones,
As I leave this earthly shore.
I ask God to save and keep you,
And to reunite us one day at Heaven’s door.
The Master is calling my name now,
He’s telling me all is well.
I have fought a good fight,
I have kept the faith,
Now they’re ringing those Golden Bells.
Swing low, Sweet chariot,
Angels, come and take me on-
A journey swifter than lightning,
Carry me to my eternal Home.
This kind of love doesn't fall from the sky
This kind of love wouldn't end with goodbye
This kind of love leaves you dizzy at times
This kind of love never needs to wonder why
You can always tell how good love should be
Everywhere you look it becomes what you see
Love becomes moments you will say to yourself
You wouldn't share your life with anyone else
This kind of love didn't come with script
This kind of love isn't floating adrift
This kind of love you just can't put down
This kind of love keeps on going around
Say you'll be here for each one of our times
When bridges break off at the end of our lines
If things go wrong and days turn into nights
I will be here to ensure everything goes right
This kind of love will set the example
This kind of love more than simply ample
This kind of love building upon itself
This kind of love in sickness and health
A Billion Soul Mates
By Rick Rucker
I don’t think that there’s one “soul mate,”
No more than there is a “perfect” date.
In searching for a match,
I easily found a glorious catch!
To say I love her, makes me a liar,
She simply set my Heart afire!
When I saw her, I felt Doom,
There she was, across the room,
I knew my Heart would not long last,
It would burn up very fast.
I saw her first, then she smiled,
Suddenly, my Heart went wild!
Her face was like a Vermeer painting,
Now, I was afraid of fainting!
I knew that I would fall in Love,
And said a prayer to those Above.
I was struck so hard by her beauty,
I forgot to do my “duty.”
In my hand, I held a rose,
But I was frozen, head to toes!
In front of me, the Love I seek,
Why can’t I get my tongue to speak?
Finally, with an effort heroic,
I tried to appear quite stoic,
And not drool all over her,
That we ate is still a blur,
The first thing that I recall,
When escaping from my thrall,
We were standing near her car,
The best date I’d had, by far.
As I watched her car leave,
‘Twas then that I began to grieve.
I knew I’d made the date a mess,
What she thought, I could only guess.
Driving home, I thought it through,
And decided what I’d do,
I’d not call her, in that way,
I wouldn’t have to hear her say,
That she’d not see me more,
Which would drop me to the floor!
After an agonizing week,
I called her, and in a voice quite meek,
And asked on another date,
“Yes,” her answer, I can relate!
A dozen more have we had since then,
We’re planning on what happens when,
We’ve become more than each other’s friend,
And we will be together ‘til The End!
And so, I’m trying to let you see,
That if a common guy, like me
Can find his Love, with this few dates,
There must be a billion “soul mates”
For each one of us,
A dozen on the next bus!
If you’ve not found her, don’t despair,
She’s just around that corner, there!
I bleed ink, it flows through my veins
My mind is filled with rhymes
I've even dreamed of the imagery
At least a million times
Rythm and flow, my children's names
Inspiration, is my wife
Imagination, floods my soul
For poetry is my life
Even my tears, are letters
For each one tells a tale
The air I breathe, becomes a story
Each time, that I exhale
Poetry is my only addiction
I crave it's warm caress
Like a junkie, words are my fix
Til it's love, I must confess