Best Fourth Poems
Wild spirit -
I cherished you tender
within my halo of prana;
careful not to hurt you
as I worked to set you free
using hands of peace
in harmony
with my heart's song
I beheld your fragile form
of freedom lost
as your panicked eyes
pleaded release..
and in those precious
and few sacred moments
I felt you relinquish
your fight or flight
to my mission of mildness...
a unifying lesson of love
befell us that day
as we exchanged gifts -
and when again you flew
through reflective silvery winds
on turquoise wings anew
we elevated in mindful mercy
to compassionate heights
in revered reverberations...
gratified to be reborn
in your new found freedom
Susan Ashley
October 7, 2018
In Love, Our Romance Flows In Kissing Streams,
Poets Tribute Series, fourth poet, Lord Byron
Claim I, thy wondrous heart into sweet dreams,
And in that soft glowing realm we slow dance;
In Love, our romance flows in kissing streams,
As Cupid's well-shot arrows took no chance.
From this teeming earth we dwell in pleasures,
While life lays golden bounty at our feet;
We wake to dawn's glory- its great treasures,
Finding welcome cheer in all that we meet.
Sky awards us its most heavenly blues,
Nature cries out its joy to our pairing,
Flowers parade forth their brightest of hues,
Our faithful Love is in this, our Sharing.
In our dreams we are eternally slow-dancing.
In our bedroom, eternally true-romancing.
We are bound as kind souls forever true,
As a bird pair, that in blue heavens soars;
You touched my hand and then deep Love I knew,
Triumphs beyond paradise's hidden shores.
This our great blessing, a gift preordained,
Its gleaming morns, as bright as shining dew,
May we this true bliss forever retain
Beauty, as our sweet longings we renew.
Come to me my Love- let thy hand seek mine
Allow yet again, lips that beg thy touch,
For within thy glow, I too can soft shine,
Souls at peace, cherishing life very much.
In our dreams we are eternally slow-dancing.
In our bedroom, eternally true-romancing.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-01-2019
Romanticism, ( Poet's Tribute Series, Lord Byron )
Fourth of July, Independence Day for the United States, and
On the news political speeches praising the nations heritage, then
Reading of the declaration in deep proud voices and joyful singing.
The country will celebrate with parades and fireworks and ceremonies,
Hanging the flag outside their homes and having picnics with streamers.
On army bases there will be a salute of one gun shot for each state, and
From radios and TV the most popular song will be The Star Spangled Banner.
Jumping children with balloons red, white, blue floating, and
Under tents the barbecues will be cooking those big ball park dogs.
Love of the nation will be on every lip and in every single heart, then
Years of patriotic events will be re-enacted outside in a show of national pride.
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June 29, 2015
Acrostic
For the contest, Celebrate Independence, sponsor, Kim Merryman
Third Place
This 4th Of July
To my fellow Americans,
during this 4th of July.
I have a thought.. . Here's why…
When we salute our flag
ever so grand.
Our country's foundation
is sinking in "quicksand."
This is because. From God...
We're way "off course."
Driven by lust, greed
and an "immorality force ."
Our ungodly government
continues to rule.
Anything of God has been
removed from the school.
We hear of "separation of
church and state."
Anything of God...
Many people seem to hate!
America! Listen to what
this message is about!
Everything of God is
slowly being taken out!
We must return to Jesus!...
He gives true freedom indeed!.
The truth word of God’s .
Our country must read!
Living for God is worth the cost!
Without HIM...
America is forever lost!
By Jim Pemberton
"The Process of Mending"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Before I ever thought that I would write
Radiance, conquered your inner light
On the occasion that you just might
Keep all the pain you have in clear sight
Eric knows that this is not right
Nothing in you is negatively bright
What I see is the purpose of our fight
It is the Beauty that ends every dark night
New inspiration that takes off and takes flight
Godly Ambitions Of The Purest Height
Saving me through inspiration so keep your pen tight
It’s the fourth - fireworks; the fizzle of stars.
The colorful display of power of the people —
waving of the red, white and blue; freedom
rings, slowly, building to a crescendo
to include all the melting pot called the USA.
Resilience and fortitude; weathered the wilderness
where an unlearned cabin-patch man snatches
every book his hands can capture, then captures
our hearts, tall, even taller with his top hat —
a silk black band added after his beloved son
Willie dies. Lincoln, a man who united us
in the favor of freedom, freedom that frees the pandemic
of slavery, the dark history of whips and chains. And
furthermore we ask, “Why oh why…”
when headway is made do men continue to suffer
and hang from trees, crosses burned.
And all good men suffer with them, the agony of evil —
it was to be stamped out, and the white hoods snatched
off crazytown. If one truly believes in God, then he loves,
not hates, his fellowman and each wants the best for him —
of education, family, boundless freedom and desires
to hold hands — building a chain, not of rust, but of
trust. And we sing out, “God bless America.”
I visited the WWII museum in New Orleans. A flat map
showed the takeover of the world by forces of evil. Almost
the entire world of East and West lit up — it took my breath
away. What power quenched the burning furnaces, the
torture of peoples? When America stood up, under
the banner of “In God We Trust,” the hellfires, not
easily squelched, the brave, the spirit of the wilderness
gave all, they fought to set the captives free. Men, in general,
are not perfect but the fight for freedom is a worthy cause
and the sanity of a sound mind, a candlelight vigil of veracity
is one to be stoked. Do we continue
to fight each other, dividing, drawing lines, or pull
each other into big sloppy hugs and love’s kisses.
God bless this union called America; God’s mercy
invites us to sing with one voice; freedom’s choice.
It’s the fourth - fireworks; the fizzle of stars.
The colorful display of power of the people —
waving of the red, white and blue; freedom
rings, slowly, building to a crescendo
to include all the melting pot called the USA.
7/4/2020
July fireworks bring together families and friends
for a much needed vacation from worries and work.
Picnics at and on the lake just for memorie's fond taking.
I remember the days of old when watching a movie
outside amongs't the stars and moon.
Playground equipment of a slide and swing
nestled right next to an entraptment framed
sandbox.Oh to be youthful and exuberent again.
Lightening bugs flickering into the night.
Today's movies consist of many smaller theatres
jam-crammed tighter together than a can of
sardines. An alignment of multifleck'd multiplex
light beamed shows across the screens.
Remember when Fizzies were the rage-Just
dropp them in a glass of water and sniff the
boquet of different fruit flavored bubbles would
tickle the nose. Ah yes, different flavors of instant
soda pop in a colored aluminum or plastic glass.
Just like Alka-Seltzer-only better tasting.
Can you remember back wearing shorts and
igniting sparklers and black pills of instant snakes
arising from the sidewalks or street.
Yes those times were just real amazin', and real, real neat.
Now far offshore and beaten by the waves,
into the wind, they pulled to no effect.
The choppy seas, enough to quell the brave,
lept o’er the gunwales, merciless, unchecked.
He came to them, the fourth watch of the night;
not recognizing him, they were dismayed.
Thinking a ghost, they cried out at the sight.
Take heart; it is I. Do not be afraid.
Then Peter answered, Lord, if it is you,
command me, Walk, and I will come on out,
walked on the water till his fear broke through;
O you of little faith, why did you doubt?
Then, making far more progress than before,
with Christ aboard, they pulled for the far shore.
“Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie, face
Great Chieftain o’ the Puddin-race!”
“Address To A Haggis”, Robert Burns, 1786.
(Keeper o’er the Fourth Kingdom)
Robert, Robert, Fourth Kingdom
Gate Keeper.
No Telestial glory
Befits the poet deeper!
Wherefore is thy legacy
Robert Burns, regretfully
Wherefore is thy Haggis?
Thy Puddin’ flees before thee.
Thy Hippopotami give birth
Purple, purple, such deliver
The royal eggplant hatchling
That multiplies the giver!
Celestial porridge is thy claim
As such befits thy story
But no resplendent poet name
Perpetuates thy glory
Terrestial kingdoms blissfully
Reject that higher leaven
But thou hast won, delectably
That Kingdom Fourth of Heaven!
Founding fathers believed in freedom of the press, religion, speech, assembly, and petition.
Opportunity must be opened to all.
United we stand and divided we fall.
Religious establishment by the government is prohibited.
Trial by jury is a constitutional right; taxation without representation is not.
High crimes and misdemeanors by the president are impeachable offenses.
Oligarchies(Rulership by 'the few') in America must never be allowed.
Freedom is not really free; it always cost us something.
Justice delayed is justice denied.*
Union of 50 states makes up The USA.
Liberty and Justice in America are for all.
Yielding to the will of the majority is the American way.
062220PS*Wilkipedia. Origin. There are conflicting accounts of who
first noted the phrase.#89 in Top 100 poems for the last month.
C-ome fourth October,
H-appiness you shall feel;
A-side from a million mirth,
R-apture will bring a thrill.
I-n fourth October morn
L-ight will brighten the day;
Y-our moment will be filled with
N-othing but the sun-ray.
D-awn in fourth October
O-ffers one better clime;
M-isty morning has turned
I-nto clear and haze-less time.
N-oon in fourth October,
G-ray clouds don't gather;
O-nly the blue lanes remain, as the rugged wind is over.
M-uch pleasure you'll take,
A-s you rise from slumber;
R-ound of applause will sound,
C-ome fourth October.
I-t will be a great occasion that one will remember;
A-mount of joy is large, come fourth October.
patriot
loyal, proud
honoring, praising, saluting
USA, soldier, criminal, miscreant
deceiving, dissembling, hustling
crooked, cagey
traitor
I was born on March fourth, 1983.
But, I believe I was born, to march forth.
What I mean is, I was born to never give up.
To never quit.
To keep trying.
To walk my own path.
To keep going, no matter how dark my days get.
To continue on, no matter how bleak my outlook is.
To keep my head up, even when others look down on me.
I am tough, I am strong, I am a survivor.
I always was, and I always will be.
I will never stop reaching for my dream.
I will never stop going forward,
even when my shoes have worn out.
Even when my socks have torn to shreds,
even when my feet are broken and bleeding.
Because, I was born on March fourth.
To march forth.
Written by: Kelly Deschler
Giorgio V.'s contest - "Impress Me With A Small Poem" - motif: epic
Continuation from previous poem
We reached the footer of a castle steep,
Seven times by walls encircled very tall,
Defended by a river hard to leap.
We overpassed it as hard ground at all;
Through seven doors I entered with these wise:
We reached a fresh green lawn nice to enthrall.
There were people with old and severe eyes
Whose appearance exuded mighty guide:
They seldom spoke, had voices with sweet rise.
We were turned out then walking far outside,
In open terrain, tall and full of light,
Such as the view of all was just implied.
There straight on, staying over the green bright,
The wonderful souls I was clearly shown
That seeing them in me I feel delight.
I saw Elettra with mates not alone,
Hector and Aeneas were there,
Caesar armed, with eyes of rapacious tone.
I saw Camilla and Pantasilea in pair;
On other side I saw the Latin king
With child Lavinia sat on a chair.
Bruto who Tarquinio pushed out bring,
Lucrets, July, Marsia and Cornelia;
And saw Saladin to solitude cling.
After I elevated a bit more my cilia
I saw sat the master and those who know
Philosophers’ memorabilia.
All him admire, just all is honor grow:
I then saw Socratis and Plato here,
Who well closer to him than others stow;
Democritus, whose world is random mere,
Diogenes, Anaxogoras and Thales then
Empedocles, Heraclitus , Zenon were;
And the good collector I saw when
Dioscoris was; and Orpheus I saw,
Tulio, Lino , Seneca moral been;
Euclid geometric, Ptolemy raw,
Hippocrat, Avicen, Galien too,
Averois, who the great comment foresaw.
I cannot fully tell of all just through,
But the full theme is pushing me so long,
That many times my word becomes not true.
The group of six is now of two less strong:
Another way is choosing my guide bright
Out of the quiet air, to trembling wrong.
And I am going where there is no light.
There's 3 loves in a lifetime
Or so we've all been told
But when they don't work out
Is there still one more to hold
It may seem a little rough
But with any kinda luck
I'll find my fourth love...
This time I'll get it right
Our conversations
Lasting deep into the night
All of the others
Were just lessons to help me grow
Now I know....
I found my fourth love
Looking back upon my first
And the lessons that I gained
The excitement and the wanting
Feel the same
The second and the third
Helped me find my true worth
Now here I am all because
I finally found my fourth love
I've found my fourth love...
This time I got it right
Our conversations
Last deep into the night
All of the others
Were just lessons to help me grow
Now I know....
I found my fourth love...
I've questioned for so long why we weren't together
Now time makes it oh so clear to me
Had you been my first, second or even third
You'd probably wound up being
Another memory
I finally found my fourth love......