Best Forgivable Poems
In the midst of great turmoil and strife,
There is a force manifestly to be heard…seen….touched
A voice—ever so soft… yet loud enough to break mountains at their base
It can make a grown man cry—can distort the finest face
Lead the mother eagle back to its nest…
Run its hands against a tumultuous sea to rest…
Shedding tears of empathy when the woman,
With child, is seen- alone…sore. . . distressed
With mind enduring beyond mortal endurance
With arms stretching across the universe of opportunities and darkness
With eyes blossoming like those crazy sunflowers reaching to the sky…
Suddenly… you will feel its yellow fires
It is the very storm that knocks us down
To the depths of humility...patiently waiting for the perfect time to strike,
It comes like an earthquake and tremors the very soul into action...
It is the war of mercy that will devour to create and rejuvenate!
It tells the geese to fly south, whispering them in the right direction...
It is the soft growl of the lion that wakes its babe to safety...
Like music, it can soothe, or agitate,
Its rhythms changeable…forgivable…
When you take a wrong turn, a dissonant chord harsh as lightning will expel
Suspended in the air—colors more mysterious than hell
And when you love—oh how sweet love carries cherished lips cosmically….
A smile of the most precious melodies ring
New colors—see it, new colors shall spring
What this light truly means is to be revealed
Only for the precious few who listen and truly feel
Wrapped in the soft ribbons of love beyond all mortality
Beyond space and reality
Beyond the very tip of the mountain,
That never had to be touched to be brought to its knees…..
Not once did this force ever have to take the woman by the hand
And say with conviction… “everything will be okay….”
Because phenomenally… she would simply hear it in melody,
Inspired by the blazing sun of a newly dawned day-
Freshly caught tears of joy priding the lonely spider’s web
For Justin Bordner’s Divine Intervention Contest
Thank you, with love,
Laura
Two ladies named Jan and named Lin
professed a forgivable sin
they cornered a dragon
wrung her in a flagon
and gave her away as cheap gin
The old dragon's name was Jooling
who had a habit of drooling
she couldn't stay dry
on ground or in sky
around her urine kept pooling
The ladies had had quite enough
The dragon smelled like bad stuff
so after they did drain her
to cement they did chain her
and threw her sad stench off a bluff
Into the ocean dragon fell
on hitting water she did melt
The girls were relieved
at what they'd achieved
and glad to be rid of the smell
They went on to gain great success
without all that putrefied mess
their poetry was renowned
no matter where it was found
The dragon's now fish food they guess
We decided to turn Paradise into real estate.
Trouble was, we weren’t too sure where to find it,
Though experts had located it somewhere
Slightly west or east (left or right, looking north)
Of a point midway between the Euphrates and the Nile.
According to some, it moved sideways a few inches each year.
Computer systems would relieve us of Adam’s curse,
Which many wanted back as soon as they had been relieved,
And Eve discarded more and more items of covering,
And everything (a forgivable exaggeration)
In the garden (the upkeep of which had to be paid for by taxpayers)
Was lovely (or at least pleasant enough for most).
The Devil, who no longer existed (save as a literary metaphor)
Had been extradited on a drugs smuggling charge
And was last seen heading north.
The Forbidden Tree had been cordoned off by
Security people and no serpents were allowed near.
One day we woke up to discover
That Paradise had absconded in the night.
The more sensational headlines read PARADISE LOST,
But this was watered down in a subsequent official press statement
to read PARADISE MISLAID.
As to its new location, even the pundits failed to agree
Whether and if so, by how much, it had moved left or right.
It was even rumoured that the Devil
Had bribed the Angel at the Gate
and infiltrated the Intelligence Service.
The Ministry of Defence reported that a large flying object
Had appeared as a blob on the radar before slipping off,
And some wag even suggested that this was Paradise in fact.
Adam uttered “What the..” under his breath,
switched off the telly – it was an old war film –
And gave Eve a knowing look.
Eve didn’t fancy an early night,
And the ensuing row
Raised Cain.
It was nailed up at the huge door,
Where people dishonestly balked.
I wondered what for.
I walked up to watch the shuffling flock.
There are too many people in the crowd,
For anyone to notice now.
The silence here is far too loud.
95 could never describe,
Why I couldn't walk in.
Like I was doomed to be forgivable,
And on earth just to repent.
She told me
In another life it might make sense,
For things to explode with a single glimpse.
I watch them live to see the end.
I am not something picked off of the wreckage,
A vector for your epidemic.
The highest abuse is the great lengths
Repeatedly reached
For defeat;
To keep yourself down on your knees.
A lost soul is a soul set free.
I saw god when I saw the riot in me.
And if you'd rise, you also would see;
God is who you let yourself be.
When my words rhyme
Oh how I love the crime
Such forgivable murder
Of words changing order
Tis not only sequence
For you have to make sense
Read between the lines
'Cause that's where the secret lies
Measure not the length
But comprehend the depth
Sometimes brevity
Outweighs vocabulary
Compare by simile
To show what it's like
Or use metaphor simply
As it directly imply
If synecdoche takes part from whole
Metonomy replaces it all
It uses symbol
For things compatible
Words rumble and jumble
As if to personify
Like humans palpable
Worth to exemplify
Don't misinterpret irony
Filled with incongruity
Discern the ambiguity
To reveal its mystery
- 25th of November, 2017
We should communicate in poetry
eliminating all anger from us
anger kills just like guns in this country
we must bring peace here without any fuss
doing away with anger is the way
many will say anger is a good thing
because Jesus showed anger in his day
but the world has change the angels won’t sing
hine the light on all our dark thoughts right now
I do believe worldwide peace is able
since Satan is waiting with his big plow
I was taught all sins were forgivable
sorry is so much than a simple word
it’s a way of life your soul’s only sword
Don't worry everything will be okay
Thanking Jesus every time that we pray
And listening to those word that he say
For he'll never tell us anything wrong
And he'll forever keep us strong
We all sometimes have a little doubt
But Jesus knows what it's all about
He's waiting for us to talk or ask
He knows and sees everything no need putting on a mask
He knew even before we did it
So we can go ahead and admit
He's so caring and lovable
And he forgivable
So we have no need to be miserable.
America pretends today
that it didn't actually
put an unqualified
narcissistic bully
in the position
of the most
powerful man
in the whole known universe,
America pretends today
that somehow
this lying
two-faced con-man
can best represent
their interests
& actually givea damn,
America pretends today
that its o.k.
that the office
of the President
is now run by a
scamming tycoon
real-estate developer
whose claim to fame
is really just
his name,
America pretends today,
that mocking the broken,
denigrating tortured prisoners,
sexual-assault,
bigotry & racism
are all forgivable
in their newly
minted Chief,
America pretends today,
that this choice
is not a reflection
of the darkness
in its people,
of the false promise
of a Great America,
and the bitter poison
that is white folks
fear & dread.
America has another drink
& then
goes home.
(With thanks to the late great Francis Vincent Zappa)
VIDEO: The Old Friends Do by ABBA (LYRICS) YouTube
AUDIO: Listening Version
What Makes Friendship
What makes distance so touchable,
What makes arm wrestling physical,
What makes fun a thing for two,
What makes tears of missing you,
What makes secrets last, insiders,
What makes smiles, to be tear-wipers,
What makes fighting, ugh, forgivable,
What makes forgiving unbearable,
What makes oops somewhat culpable,
What makes cleanup punishable,
What makes laughs, the one-legged wins,
What makes others say, "Not twins?",
What makes saying goodbye really hard,
What makes memories my field of regard.
2022 August 05
*1st Place*
FRIENDSHIP
~~Beata Agustin: Judged 2022 August 08
A smile full of charm
A look full of meanings
Words full of guidance
Actions full of reliance
Hand shake full of warmth
Thoughts of you, filling up my mind
that is all what makes you
My elite charming, extraordinary
magnificently adorable Prince charming...
But nothing comes out of perfection
and so does you, me, and our life
one day you cut my soul,
lead my heart to bleed with a deep cut
with simple goodbye words as sharp as a sword
leaving me in the middle of no where
all alone in the world
leaving me with no obvious vision
but the faith inside of me
which is lightening my dark nights
which is accompanying me in my lonely nights..
Could it be you who did this
could it be you my harming prince charming?
Yes!! Why not!!
We are humans after all!
Sometimes we take wrong decisions
But we should know when to back them off!!
I promised you one day that I will always be there
Make the impossible, Possible
And here I am running for the promise
I one day made to you, with all of my heart
I am baring everything,
Re-holding the grip and will never ever
Let our love by no means slip..
Just trying to help you see the way
Of fixing mistakes
And curing what we thought we broke!
I wont look to the empty half of the cup
I wont tell you, I will never forgive,
I will never in you, put again my trust
No I wont say that…
Because what we have is True, pure,
Forgivable, trustable LOVE…
Just because a person like me, and like you
Deserves a second chance in this life
Which we shall create by ourselves
And I am ready to make everything all new
Because of you..
Because I decided to dedicate my world TO YOU!!
You taught me what I now know
You helped me be the person I am
That is why I shall forgive and forget
All the moments that just went
And have a new start with you
And no one else…
Just because I found my life IN YOU!
But just promise…
You will never ever let go
You will never surrender to the
Harming Prince Charming again…
I simply stumbled when I saw I fumbled;
With my strength I struggled to come over the trouble
But I end up building up more tackles.
I've said, '...well...with my knowledge.., though little.'
Diverting the people's attention from God's temple.
Some too, joggled after me like dull bulls.
I talked as if I were a guru.
Deep within I knew I was feeble-
Not able, even to solve a simple riddle.
But then, I would save my ego too
Any way before the people.
Some handed over to me the praises' mantle- an example.
Again, deep within I knew it is an attribute
Meant only for the incomparable.
Others simply mumbled;
In climax they gathered words to make me lockable
With their sort of verbal battle.
I thought they weren't faithful (to me).
Somehow, I called them rebels
One said, ' High praises-for God only. For you- unimaginable !'
'Of course not for me ! ' , I rumbled.
At that, Omniscience must have giggled.
'Save my face, I wore my goggle.
That day, the crowd were muddled.
So, I quickly jumbled within the rabble;
Then I left them, though I still bubbled-
I couldn't settle.
And doing that I was gentle
'Cause some already have in their hands broken marbles;
Ready to crush me down with their serious pebbles.
I would have been crumbled !
My condition would have been horrible and terrible.
I would have been in bogus trouble !
I knew God was not baffled;
Lucifer did that and was severely disabled.
Father might have seen mine as a mere twinkle;
He could still do a sanctioning in the next jiffy.
I just realized my foible...
He took me back - I was forgivable !
A surprise - I was acceptable and receivable !
Never again will I be pride-gullible.
May God help me always to be humble.
I'm sleeping banana leaves
Who sprout at your summon
For every liquid led onto my sleeves
I'm a wandering savannah breeze
long gone, at your beck..
shelters 'r abode from heat, lays you with warmth
I am a Manky lanky little corgi
who barks at ur call
for every liquid that bled onto your tongue
I'm a saney pacific ocean
would pacify your appeal
eventhough I'm that menace of salty flood
I'm a naughty hinglish slave
who enjoys every slash and splash
of drowsy-rage I cleanse at your wrath
I'm a wimpy castrated eunuch
I do know what it is to crave pain
And feel guilt from ones you most envied
I'm a randy fanny scavenger
would rather die by sliced flesh( a pound for you)
than watch u bleed from your naked fingers
I'm a livable and inseparable day and night
would be sorry when i appear in sleeps
And nowhere to be found during your wake
I'm a lonely forgettable yesterday
would be your memories
even when not with you in the farthest future
I'm a skeptic unwelcomed vandal
would make you aware of my scandal
damages I 'ld cause to us and ways to solve 'em
I'm this shady pool of words
fetch them from my lips
and I 'ld never abstain from your plight
I am a reliable and forgivable adam
Would betray you conventionally
Cos you have a heart which forgives me
I'm our sizeable and amiable human
Who give these memories
And take them with a kiss when I leave
I'm their crude revelatory dream
Would like you to hold on to me tight
Eye to eye, detect my lies
I'm your little irreplaceable Mr.right
Whenever you leave for tomorrow
Tell your spouse I was never wrong but only at night
I'm a lovely and beautiful you
You 've been that pride of living
Need I say my strength, weakness and muse
I'm your only and inconsistent world
Those aliens may come
What 'ld you tell them?
You broke my heart, crushing it with your lies;
until it couldn't bear the weight of one more.
And I lost sight of the love in your eyes,
obscured by shadows that weren't there before.
Hope restricted my access to the truth,
convincing me there's a chance, I was wrong.
And I kept blaming the jitters of youth:
assuring myself that our bond was strong.
Unaware of being played for a fool,
I was not ready to abandon trust.
For I didn't believe you'd be so cruel
as to exploit love: to satisfy lust.
What my naive heart found forgivable
has left scars, and that's unforgivable.
The Sun rises
as it also sets
days become weeks
time passes
agony grows deep
insulting the oppressed
never forgivable
ambulances blown to bits
exploding people dance in the sky
how much hate
went into those bombs
or was it just indifference?
one can stand with a voice
or sit in silence and preach
I have no hate
nor patience for the those
who screech
Come with me
Deep in the stars
We shall lie upon this grass
For a few hours, touching
Gently blow a kiss
Into the depth of the sky
And all apologies
Shall be caught in eased sigh
Allow me to lead you through this world black
Around it and back
You wear pain
As though chains
Were embracing all loves luxuries
Alas we will not die in slight defeat
Waiting for the night to stare
A star gazing through your eyes
Knows you truly do care
And slightly dims when you cry
For there is a star in the sky
And a glow in the moon
Guiding your way with its light
Tranquility will subside soon
So if you believe in pretend
And reach way up high
The stars angel shall descend
Abolishing all tears from your eyes
It’s painful to you
So is the truth
Can’t you understand?
Words are forgivable
For when we clasp our hands
They become retrievable
Now words are meaningless
And forgettable
Far too late to change events
Time for consequence
Again you kiss the sky
Wave your goodbye
A star smiles and begins to cry
Washing away all pain
You arise from the grass
In the warm blanket of tears in rain