Best Fruitfully Poems
Eagle light, I sun to you; through burning rainbows of the precious holy triangle, in the eyeful name of faith. Thanking you, for boldness, tameness,and firmness.
I choose to cloud strong in the stars of your perfections, with all righteousness.
I renounce the fold and toad spirit of fear.
I renounce lameness, coldness and excessive anxiety of king failure, and I storm up fame with your delicate power of iron blood.
Blind days, stray nights, and lost morning, mountain above humankind, changing their hearts into dead bats. But I choose to stay owl and wiser than the demon doves, that claw the world to death.
Even when my voice has sank, bone is bunt, and my spirit is crashing in the waves of the vultures.
You still refresh the train of my circle wonder and turned my illusion into a real vision and a rightful soul.
Now I am so higher than trees,
so orange and glow, and the rain of my blessing shower more than the delightful face of sown.
I wing and swing along with your sweat of test,
because In all things I face, your rod will always fight for me.
My eyes will always be opened with understanding and courage,because I am made golden and fruitfully amazed.
Thank you, for having your light into my sight and height.
Your gifts will always be my sun and blood, while downfall; will always run and flood.
Hooh...HaaaH!!!..so shall be!.
Categories:
fruitfully, devotionsun,
Form:
Epic
We sisters three
Do so decree
That these men
Know their sin.
Reaz, you mortal Fool
Illy was your sacred Jewel.
How could you endlessly cheat
And lead her on with such deceit?
We sisters three
Do so eloquently decree
That these foolish men
Never ever hurt again.
Lamar you are a lazy bum.
To crack you always succumb.
Leerie was a wonderful wife
Yet, your words wound like a knife.
We sisters three
Do so powerfully decree
That these thoughtless men
Feel agonizing pain within.
Daniel the monster you are
Never saw Kristy as a star.
She was just someone to beat
Whenever you felt other defeat,
We sisters three
Do so expressly decree
These imprudent mortal fools
Learn a new set of rules.
We rhythmically dance and sway
While words of ancient knowledge do play
Powerfully upon our very lips
During the Lunar Eclipse.
Our wish we do so prayerfully want
Your dreams we shall constantly haunt
Until you learn that your evil deeds
Will never ever fruitfully succeed.
Categories:
fruitfully, fantasy, imagination, mysterywords,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
I wanted in my poetry cup
Neither fixed heat nor cold
Sought just to raise it up
Close to your hair gold
No centre is required to write
A poem of beauty or struggle
Rather a fugitive’s might
To bring out those lovely bubbles
We live mostly in thoughts
Of pictures and colors various
Trying to untie the knots
To unleash your eyes hilarious
This is a fugitive world
At the margin of the bell curve
When it is fruitfully unfurled
There is a dance in your nerve
Were there no fugitive thinkers
To mix dream with the reality
No poetry would ever shake the drinker
To draw you close to me
It is an asset dear friend
That the words are my companion
Yes I swerve from the mainstream no doubt
And pursue my pen in abandon
And the result is fresh morning
Green leaves and sometimes bouquets
Many a time they come adorning
Fugitively orange days
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March 12, 2016
Categories:
fruitfully, allusion, beauty, dream, drink,
Form:
Rhyme
Surely, Sherlock was rooted in the home.
But his ruby slippers
Had worn-out souls
So the jaded detective
Followed Fitzgerald and the lost generation.
But somewhere in between chapters
And the thicket of printed syllables,
He took a wrong turn
And found himself in neverland.
The lost generation
Morphed into barbaric
Lost boys
And though the Englishman
Aged like the mulberry wine
Drowning his consciousness,
Literature never grew up.
And so,
The stories remained:
Timeless.
While in the lagoon
Of a dead poet’s society,
The poems still exhale.
Engulfed pages of pulp fiction,
The rind,
Binding the vitamins of knowledge
To the seeds of ruminations,
Still blossom, fruitfully.
And though Holmes’ words now crawl,
Pathetically,
From his tongue--
Their decibels still caress my skin.
Insignificant filaments
Stand erect
Upon my forearm.
As misinterpreted anthologies
Hold their compasses to the North Star,
Their melancholy is lifted,
And literature can be reborn--
Free.
Tonight,
Sherlock lights his briar pipe,
And gives one last request.
To Peter Pan,
The feeble man purses his lips:
Read me a bedtime story.
And with that,
The mystery is dead.
Damned to eternal sleep.
The last page,
Still yet to turn.
Categories:
fruitfully, books, language, philosophy, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
A lovely blush she does give
upon the earth where we live.
A rosey light she does share
with all of those who at her
stare.
To me she is the storyteller of
all the days gone by and if you
ask her, she will tell you of all
Mystic's, Poet's and dreamer's
enchantment's in the pages of
time.
Full of poise and grace, she is also
the keeper of a fruitfully full plate.
Categories:
fruitfully, june, moon, native american,
Form:
Rhyme
My God, You are so good* to me…
Despite my sinfulness and selfishness
You gave Yourself to me with Your loving kindness
To save me from hell and give me eternal life’s fullness.
Such I can’t fathom; thus, let me acknowledge Your graciousness!
You are so merciful to me…
Though I disobey You consciously
You always grant me forgiveness completely
And cleanse me from my unrighteousness fully.
Such I can’t explain; thus, let me forsake my sins with Your help totally!
You are so patient with me…
Along my stubbornness’ reaction
You keep working for my restoration
While convicting me of my transgression.
Such I can’t understand; thus, let me yield to Your direction!
You are so gracious to me…
Even if I depart from Your design
You pull me constantly toward what’s divine
Upholding me so that in frustration I won’t resign.
Such I can’t assess; thus, let me follow You as I’m Thine!
You are so faithful to me…
Amidst my infidelity to our covenant together
You unceasingly assure me of Your care forever
Whatever happens, You’ll leave nor forsake me never.
Such I can’t describe; thus let me trust You against doubts that bother!
You are so long suffering to me…
While I appear arrogant and unyielding
You teach me humility’s virtue as rewarding
As exemplified by Christ Who died on the cross bleeding.
Such I can’t measure; thus, let me bear earthly condescending!
You are so compassionate to me…
Notwithstanding my service that’s unacceptable
You correct me of lack of prayer and vanity-stumble
To reach Your holy standards, making my stewardship fruitfully stable.
Such I can’t repay; thus, let me live for You truly as Your Spirit does enable!
*Psalm 25:8 Good and upright is the LORD: therefore will he teach sinners in the way.
April 20, 2018
Categories:
fruitfully, appreciation, blessing, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Black and gold,
Black and gold,
Will forever burn fruitfully in my soul.
Young and old,
True fans of the New Orleans Saints.
We have been through the storm.
We have had to mourn,
But a new way of life is about to be born.
Black and white,
We’ve fought the fight,
And won!
No more being the laughing stock,
A new chapter in our lives has begun.
Red, white, and blue,
The time is due,
To show us respect,
To recollect and rebuild
The Heartbeat of America.
Yes, people claimed to be scared of us.
The people of the N.O. want the U.S.,
And the world to know,
That we are the best,
That we passed the test.
Black and gold
Floods our hearts’ bayou,
And to our dear Saints,
We love you!
Black and gold
Is in our soul,
We’ll march with you in the Super Bowl,
And back to the Superdome,
Our own home,
With a trophy in our hands,
Because of diligence,
And favor of the big man.
Black and gold,
Black and gold,
Will forever burn fruitfully in my soul.
wrote 1-27-10
Written by Nicole S. Brown, music teacher at
Park Forest Elementary School, Baton Rouge, LA,
Native of Monroe, LA, and former resident of New Orleans, LA
Categories:
fruitfully, education, happiness, inspirational, life,
Form:
Rhyme
To speculate Destiny
So diverse to many,
some ponder it plenty
Attacked me at age twenty.
Are our lives set by divinity?
Does everyone have this born affinity?
Coming from the trinity-
Continuing for eternity?
So many questions to why we are born
Some induced to scorn, lives lived forlorn,
Others go back to religion, reborn.
Some work till they are tired and warn.
Others simply "weather the storm"
People I have met, ideas burned and charred,
While others radical and avant garde -
Mine own ways have been nullified with disregard
Learned lessons, we are unintentionally scarred.
I speak again of Destiny,
Share your thoughts for a penny-
Please show some clemency.
Trying to explain this plainly;
I shall relax my musing position
To explore moral acquisition
It is my unique cognition
in this transcendental expedition.
A personal mission to seek my rendition
of the the human condition
Which shall be executed with much ambition-
For all others, I have a proposition-
Trust in your faith and your own intuition
To fruitfully seek your individual composition...
Categories:
fruitfully, introspection
Form:
Monorhyme
You could call me a goat in heaven
Yes I am the goat that waters and watches the crops in Gods garden,
for it is still early to sow and work as much as I want.
Yes I am the goat that plants and waters the lemon grasses in Gods garden
for with full blessing,
I am anointed and paid with.
You might call me, a mere goat,
but my seeds are my grace.
Whether you like it or not.
Yes, I am the goat that harvests the crops in Gods garden,
for I have sowed and planted when the morning was still rosy, young and new.
O! what a shame!
it hurts you now,
for you boldly said to me, laughingly;
I am an untouchable lion on earth.
Now you are been rewarded with counterfeited blessings.
Oh! sorry, my dear losser,
now you know it’s pretty worthless,
for you thought I was a goat,
for sowing in heaven and not on earth.
Oh! It’s too late to be a goat like me.
Woah! you are begging and crying now;
for your entire insignificant and insipid attitude has turned your fat bank account into a pot, filled with fart.
Oh! Sorry, too late to sow in heaven,
for this is dry season in heaven.
I pray you will be able to wait till it is raining season in heaven,
so that you could be a humble goat in heaven like me, and sow abundantly fruitfully.
Categories:
fruitfully, dedicationheaven, heaven,
Form:
Verse
Dear Lord, Almighty...
You be honoured for Your grace
enabling servant-heart attitude
emanating from submissive and grateful spirit
helping me to be the steward striving to do Your will
as You keep on drawing me nigh to Your heart
esteeming You above all else...
My God, thank You for showing
how long suffering* You are toward me
though I appear arrogant and unyielding…
Please constantly teach my heart
of humility’s virtue, righteously rewarding
as genuinely exemplified by Christ, the Saviour
Who yielded Himself sacrificially, with love so exceeding.
Thus, I seek Your meekness-grace drive;
help me bear --- for Your sake,
every act I perceive as condescending!
My Saviour, Your long suffering for me
highlights Your merciful compassion at work
notwithstanding my service that’s unacceptable…
Kindly correct my soul against prayerlessness
and faith’s increase-failure due to vanity-stumble
for me to progress in Your holy kingdom’s pursuit
making my servanthood fruitfully favourable.
Hence, I need Your power’s fortitude;
empower me --- to live for Your glory
as Your Spirit does move my being!
*Exodus 34:6 …The LORD, The LORD God, merciful and gracious, longsuffering, and abundant in goodness and truth.
August 26, 2019
3rd place, "If only you knew" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 8/29/2019.
Categories:
fruitfully, appreciation, birthday, blessing, christian,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Poppies
Go ahead; grab a gander at our grandeur
Our smooth, sweet, smelling, smorgasbord
Of colorful carpet comprised of countless creations
Of nature’s naturally nurtured niceties’
Skip, jump, tumble, roll, wrestle
You are welcome…rest your bodies
In the cool heat of the spring sunlight of our sustenance
Its rays radiate radicals necessary for us flowers
To freely, flourish, fruitfully…
Photosynthesis
See our gentle stamens extend themselves
Inviting and enjoying the buzzing of bees company
We are alive in our soil, our intricate roots feast on rich minerals
Oh, wondrous nature creates our effects of beauty, comfort, and seducing sedation, just for you to take a rest.
If you enjoy us often, you may have the good fortune of awakening amidst a sun shower, the final ingredients of two parts hydrogen and one part oxygen which nature gives us to ensure our multitudes multiply for your pleasure. Hey, did you catch that double rainbow?
Sunshine Williams
Categories:
fruitfully, appreciation, flower, nature,
Form:
Personification
Zooming with freedom zest, let’s take a ride
Vrooming toward nutritious land venture
Visiting gardens, fruitfully supplied
Like orchards, marked by blackberries' feature.
Beholding blackberries' plantation
Our thirst is quenched by slurpy, fizzy drink
While feasting with smoothie jubilation
Cheering each other in thanksgiving wink.
Transported to vast blackberries' county
We keep burping after lunch pleasure bliss
Treated for priced delicacies’ bounty
Sweetened blackberry pies, tarts, we can’t miss.
Blackberry-anchored healthy, youthful glow
Propels bubbling wellness, surmounting stress
Soaring above, ascending for weight blow
Diet-conscious, anchored by truth-fortress.
Grateful to God* for blessed physique gain
We are cheered not to rush for prayer-drive
Relaxed, mumbling praise of Christ's goodness-reign...
Amidst sizzling trials --- faith-propped, we thrive.
*Psalms 136:1 - O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.
July 13, 2022
Edited on August 18, 2022
Quatrain in Light Verse
Categories:
fruitfully, appreciation, blessing, cheer up,
Form:
Light Verse
Death song cry of a cougar
I have seen death as a strange friend
Death has shown me that life does not end
But what I see is meant for me to prepare myself when I leave this life eternally
I have once laughed at death
And cried tears of blood
Yet i am still called to battle
Wallowing in its self destruction while it sticks to me like mud
I have heard deaths rattle
I have yet to run-stand shell shocked like a glorified dud
I now know not to laugh at death
but laugh if and when I catch up to my own breath
I have been lost stumbling in an unknown dark
I crawled out of the dark grown guided by a mere spark
I caught a glimpse of a peaceful world that lies far beyond our mark
I cried humble tears of joy and laughed with the innocence of a child
I met a sweet angel who answered all my questions with only a mysterious sweet small smile
I will sing my death song with sweet tears of joy in my eyes
I will laugh fruitfully because it grows inside me despite any demise
I am at peace with my death so whats left?
Oh yeah I almost forgot I got to live first before I take my last breath
Hahahaha -Laughing Cougar
Categories:
fruitfully, adventure, death,
Form:
Rhyme
the Poet maker said and it was so let there be prose forward turns the page ancient song from light to breath it was good to divide light from dark to recite the day the night the verse of the day expands the page visible words separate the waterways waters above held in Heaven's store evening and morning end of page two Below turning droplets collect for the seas it was so land appeared a birth of earth let it bring forth the grass the herb full with seed of life after His kind the tree progeny with life within it was good also ends page three Sowing the lights midst the heaven the sign of the times standard let it be dividing rule the greater for day lesser for night He made the stars also giving light seen upon earth agreeing evening morning still good fourth page Poet's words flow optimistically like water seas fill abundantly with the living word sky filled flocks of winged fruitfully multiply for God said let them be blessed evening and morning of the fifth page The kines after His kind the things that crept with the pen of the ready writer man in His image with this breath
Categories:
fruitfully, allegory, faith, forgiveness, life,
Form:
Free verse
She said (part two)
" Aint nobody's fault but mine......" she said
"My eyes were wide open yet closed with a curtain of uncertainty and hope;
my vision blocked, stripped naked of signs of deceit, unguarded optimism and mere recollection
"Aint nobody's fault but mine.......;
I put my hand on a soft surface covering a mountain of dirt & grime.
my head bared deep in a hollow cave of mar & ruthless spoil.
"Aint nobody's fault but mine...." she shouted
i forgot to put my priorities straight, forgot to open my heart to God's guidance...."
Aint nobody's fault but mine ...." she shook her head.
"So i'm gonna ground this soul of mine back to its roots;
back where it knew how to grow fruitfully, from strength to strength:
where it knew how to fight & joy for one self & still make room for others."
nurse it back, back to the point of Grace , back to being a firm believer.
coz really......"it aint nobody's fault but mine..."
imma step out of this box , step aside & let God take charge, step aside and breathe for a while.;
step aside & be selfish for a minute.....
Step aside and take some of that power back...." she smiled
coz it aint nobobdy's fault but mine".........................
Categories:
fruitfully,
Form:
Free verse