Best Formed Poems
"No Weapon Formed Shall Prosper Against Me"
(Isaiah 54:17)
When the slings and arrows in a torrent come my way,
when the sticks and stones are used on the same day,
I know who stands with me insuring victory, for
"No weapon formed shall prosper against me!"
If I must stand alone against ten thousand men,
I will stand my ground and shout "Bring It Then!"
Do what must be done but know this clearly,
"No weapon formed shall prosper against me!"
If it comes with fire, I will douse it with rain!
Whenever it attacks it'll be defeated again!
It'll never know the sweet taste of victory, for
"No weapon formed shall prosper against me!"
Bravery and courage on life's battlefield,
requires knowing when to battle and when to yield!
Though I walk through the shadow of death valley,
"No weapon formed shall prosper against me!"
HE who stands with me has a double edged sword!
HE's a warrior GOD who is named the LORD!
Omnipotent is HE and I courageously decree, that
"No weapon formed shall prosper against me!"
WTA-IV 4/19/2016
She wakes in a half dream,
In ash-green and crimson
Flower etch print gown.
A natural olive cream tint
To her complexion.
Flawless is her love
In a world of imperfection.
Her head bent down
Full of tangle brown
And blond waves,
With arms outstretched.
Richness through Lent.
Spiritually filled.
Spiritually led.
Wisps of obscure doves’
Flicker and scatter,
Contrariwise
And rise upwards
The ash-green sky;
Chasing away
The ill-spoiled yoke.
Giving way
To quench
The thirst of pure Love.
From ashes,
Beauty is formed from the sowing.
4/13/2020
To my Moonbeam leaping stag,
box of miscellaneous keys two
little shelves your favorite chicken
salad with pot of Lady Grey tea.
Royal jelly honey-based receipe
all natural retorative toiletries.
Splendid Summer afternoon
strolling and chatting in the deep
wicker chair at the old country house.
Nature is magical, mystical and magnificent. Be inspired every day.
Perfectly formed
By Michelle Morris
23/08/2024
When last did you stop and notice
The perfection in the leaves?
The beauty of the flowers?
The scent of Nature's blessings in the breeze?
The perfectly formed tree stands tall
Surrounded by the adulation of wildflowers
The perfectly formed garden on a hill
Nature is magnificent and wields her powers
She creates sunflowers with sunny faces
She creates sand dunes that move and play
Fields and deserts, oases and forests
She is magical and creative
When last did you stop and notice
The mysterious allure of a wave?
Its life is over in an instant
And yet it still runs towards its Fate
Every perfectly formed wave
Is replaced by the next in line
We are in awe of the majesty
That is our ocean so sublime
Nature is a guardian
Nature is amazing
Nature is a magician
Nature is a soulful craving
Please stop and embrace the magic
Notice the butterflies and the bees
See dragonflies and ladybirds
Experience flora and fauna with ease
For we come from Nature
We are made to live within her space
We are perfectly formed by Source
And Nature is part of our DNA
© Michelle Morris, 2024
Strange colored skies climb northernly this night
Calling our future with wild deamons eyes
Abscure as the creatures who answer the call
Wild are the answers of the reasons and the faults
Certain as the well swept winds
Alluring in it's grasp fought negatively through single wins
I pray twords the skies and it curdles and swims
Thoughts twords the sun and it scorches my rims
Carry me far enough I can be within your sights
Stash us away and the sun will be bright
Motors may break but oceans will be light
I will stay on the coast and wait
The award I will do is make the evening a minute late
Parched is the gulf as the single minute breaks
Great is the second docks a seperate mans gate
The Earths crust slowly begins to crumble
It quivers, then quakes, it slowly opens, the rivers break
A star is born somewhere, a beautiful new star
Great is the struggle, born from the heavens a small light it makes
The new star pulls, it turns, then it feeds and it's fuel it burns
Gently it orbits following all things it understands
The new star bends it dances it stands
Tancing outwardly as creations comprehend
A continient wavers as the new star binds its brand
It feeds off of our oceans as our tides wash in
It goes just as softly forward and back
As the rays of its placement barrow up to the sun
We watch very carefully because it's damages are already done
White Puff Clouds ,the chalk,
Huge blackboard ,Our vast Universe,
Billion Stars,Our Hearts.
Charma
As a girl she always wanted to be loved
But no one ever showed her what it meant to be loved
She tried to be joyful and make others happy
But nothing ever changed her life was still crappy
One day she met someone that started admiring her
He started to show what love meant to her
It was pleasant at first fun and gifts
Then something happened she felt like jumping off a cliff
He started doing things that didn't seem right
Every time she tried to stop she lost the fight
She thought she caused it she really didn't know
She didn't get why this man would act so low
She felt very guilty hid it in her heart deep
She forgot how to sleep all she did was weep
As her sadness grew the man finally started to see
He decided to leave and she was finally free
She started living her way started to forget the pain
But as she moved forward it was in her heart as stain
While she grew older she started going the wrong ways
Men did whatever in bed while she just lays
They came and went but never wanted her as a wife
Drugs boos and men became the definition of her life
Depressed she knew her life was going down the drain
Behind the doors she cried hard like rain
She envied the happy girls never would she have that luck
This was her life always she would be stuck
Her life turned upside down things started to go well
She met her first love she was finally out of hell
He was there all along she just didn't know
He finally revealed himself when he started to glow
I think you may know him
But may not have seen him
His name is.... God
My darling eve, for many years I've searched for you, but to no avail.
Now I just live and given up my search, because I've grown weary.
For so long when I had thought I founded you, I merely, became a victim
of the illusions of true love.
No my dear, I was not thinking with a lustful mindset, but I was tenaciously
hoping that my search of longevity had ended. Oh so many shattering moments
aand advice from strangers and those who deem to know of the hidden content
of my heart, did I succumb to their advice.
Truly, I was a silly little boy trapped in a man's physical frame. Now that I can
earnestly accept the fact that I am a man within this man's physical frame, do I
really rrealize a simple truth.
To find that which I once searched so diligently for never did escape me, but actually
taught me of her most sacred ways. That's, learning the essence of patience and preparing my heart to be upright for my beloveth eve and then to know her rarest of vines in the season of her time.
Thus, do I know that my belove eve is searching for me in the season of love and love has prepared me to greet her with a cloak of unconditional love in the heart of God Almight. In time my belove eve will find me and I will find her.
A story I will relate to you, my dearest friends, today
A story that was, is, and always would remain true
For that try this narration to your children to convey:
Once upon a time, when nothing but the Chaos was existing,
The Lord of spiritual consciousness was sitting peacefully
On His blissful throne
Ceaselessly contemplating upon His equilibrium
T’ was the era of no moon, no sun, no stars, no earth,
No oceans, no rivers,
Just a motionless, timeless and deathless entity He was
Happy with His existence.
Suddenly, the thought of sacred motion was felt deep down
In His essence
Seeking the chaos to be stirred from its core outwardly
Consequently, separating the light from the darkness and all
The other elements that constitute the Cosmos
Thus giving birth immediately to old mighty time.
When Time: This wizard of celestial art found himself alive
His expert hands stretched in advance, wanting to create
For that the plastic energy he took, that was everywhere around
And skillfully and patiently the Cosmos carved according to
The Logos
Creating thus, the nebulae, the galaxies, the stars, and all
The other planets.
Then God looked at times creation and marveled with its beauty
But as there was no life to be seen in all of this formation
God thought that holy it would be to inhabit every place
For that out of himself cut billions of blazing souls
Which like shooting stars he sent downwards to animate
The cosmos.
That was the way, my dearest friend, the souls were beamed to
Manifestation’s cosmic sphere
Bringing with them the sacred principles to denser forms of life,
By radiating their luminosity to reality’s lower planes
So, as they passed from the spiritual, the mental, and the astral
Finally materialized, themselves on the physical solid plane
Where life began on earth, with God’s will and grace!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 June 2021
Foam is formed--A shape appears.
It seems to be a boat---An upside down boat-
Glass is cut ---Resin is spread,
Becoming stouter with every hour,
Layer after Layer---Role after Role.
She is flipped with care
Hanging cradled in the air.
Lift and turn and flip—
Please don’t fall.
There she sits—sheer beauty.
Upside right, for the first time.
The man next to her has waited-
Since he was eight--To build a dream.
Work and perseverance with Gallons
Of sweat and many ounces of tears,
Have a catalyst effect because
She is sleek perfection just like
The Pride on her captain's face.
She will hibernate and lay in wait--
To awake in the spring and
Float the Cook Inlet…for all to see…
The Catch 22 has arrived…with her Captain at her side.
They are packaged neatly in this form for you
Just so you know I disdain it, this form you choose
Forever keeps me guessing at how I'll lose
Guess on says you, guess again says I, cause
Weakness betrays this poet, and it betrays the
Exhibitors of kindness. I see your weakness
Punctuated at the end of a sentence.
Slays a dragon and steals the treasure to repent,
That's what this warrior did, i'll never conform
To your form the way you'd like. Devil may
Come a nockin on yer door dear though if
Ya strike. Strike me down with your disdain
But I'll come back and I'll always complain.
I disdain your little form, and at last I punctuate this with a storm!
For is it not the antithesis of the way I feel?
This poem will refuse to relocate itself, but It will infuse itself in your memory' in the hopes that you will find it very, very, very grammatically incorrect;
Sometimes I do
Sometimes I don't
Sometimes I will to
And want but won't
Sometimes I want
And can and will
'F'ya wanna know which one
Just ask, “What's the deal?”
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Semi-random thoughts on clarifying in collaboration vs. wild-wicked assuming solo.....
oh, wait! I misspelled 'F'ya.. is only 'fya.. so much for indulgence.. hope I've not wasted y'all's time.. whew, that feels better!
Sixteen missing socks were two-stepping it good in summer’s twilight.
Their mates had gone home without them but what was their plight?
Were they mated with another or thrown out with torn paper white?
Sixteen missing socks decided to form their own little gang one night.
I know this may seem mean, and it is not really kind or right.
But I am tired of looking for my partner to find me with any kind of fight.
Being lost in the bowels of the laundry mat gives me a terrible fright.
I wish I could be found said the organizer, an argyle named Mr. Slight.
This amazing truth blows the mind
the eternal God who created everything
speaks here personally to His prophet
to tell His own what He did bring
astoundingly God knew us before birth
for He formed us in the womb
but scripture speaks of even before
the Lord knew us before we'd room
God in eternity past knew all things
even before creating us in every aspect
He, in particular, knew all of to know
this is the God of all time to connect
In every respect, God set us apart
for He has a purpose for everyone
we all need to heed His every word
walking in step with the heavenly one
This is the great God we adore
for before time He certainly was
and after time God will always be
this is our God with no flaws
(The word of the Lord came to me, saying,
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you
before you were born I set you apart;
I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”)
Jeremiah 1: 4,5 (NIV)
Perfectly formed in a challenging terrain,
low and squat they lie and ever-ready
to shrug off Hebridean wind and rain
with weathered roofs and walls rock-steady.
In days of yore, a refuge from the storm,
now picturesque, and just a bit forlorn.