Best Germinates Poems

We start at the end, with the warmth of his breath on her skin
Baulked by proximity, he never knew how to begin
A golden-tainted obsession, bitterly laced with lead
Transformed rapture to quicksilver the instant Cupid fled

A moment held, made static, tender touch met with distress
For seeded...

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Like springtime, I am waiting to emerge

From winter's grip of frozen baronness

I long for sunshine once again to urge

The buds that lie within to their fullness

 


And He possesses all the strength I need

To bring forth blooms and nurture them to grow

His mercy primes and...

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Life germinates in the springtime,
to blossom in summer's warm embrace.
And then autumn weaves its death shroud,
before winter snows entomb it.

To blossom in summer's warm embrace,
long days accelerate life's growth.
And plants prosper under the sun,
till shorter days diminish light.

And then autumn weaves its death shroud,
painted orange,...

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It is a tree of five hundred one and twenty different fruits
with nine others totally disenfranchised
in a garden of more than a colour of grapes
a black bunch out of every five same
is its numerical contribution in such defined location

A flowing stream, originating from the Nok...

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Spring dapples the land in all shades of green,
as life germinates in a seed or bean.
And wildflowers add color to the scene;
flaunting exotic pigments, rarely seen.

Summer paints sunsets pink and tangerine,
while mosquitoes swarm a rusty door screen.
And the air smells of ozone, fresh and clean,
after...

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The seed of war is planted, it is furrowed deep into the brow
beneath the cunning share of the patriotic plow.
It germinates a passion that sends out abberated roots,
nourished with propaganda, and weeded of the truth.
It’s fertilized with rhetoric and watered with lies that brag
of ...

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Race Riot

Race Riots don’t start in Baltimore quiet
Silence is not what they seek 
Innocence stripped naked in childhood
Oppression festers in neighborhoods disease
Not genetically engineered in labs 
Pharmaceuticals have a hand some say
To fire the imagination, inflame bigotry
Revolutions begin in fear, form with the youth on...

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Rare Flowers

A woman I know – always there.
A helping hand for all – works for Share.
A heart of gold – this soul doth care
for the needs of lives – nothing fair, 
for them it seems – lost dreams, she is rare.

This rare flower – I...

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With the sun shining incredibly bright,
I woke to the trickle of melting snow.
Suggesting Spring had arrived overnight,
dripping icicles set my heart aglow.
And although Winter is holding on tight,
in a smattering of weeks, it'll let go.
And snowdrops will start sprouting from the ground;
as Winter disappears without...

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Those are wrong like the bees who take the painting as real flowers 
And break their own stings, wrong are also the clouds that think to 
Forever hide the burning sun; the winds are not wise either when that try 
To shake the mountains of...

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Great sensitivity only used
to find the next available space
hiding from or dodging the pressure, 
embarking on a fearful race
Just to avoid the necessary, 
clenching its fist to the face
But gradually, it’ll catch up the pace
And begin puncturing
like the perforation of a lace.

every obstacle avoided
germinates a...

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In the brief gestation of a moment 
some dark force curled in you infected me; 
I didn't notice and could not prevent 
the surge of misdirected energy.

Nomadic offspring populated nerves; 
I felt their static move beneath my skin 
disrupting confidence in my reserve 
to be...

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“That dream only needs a speech to bring about the change the world has been waiting for, 
never be speechless no matter what; you have something to say...” 
 Felix Joseph.o



SPEECHLESS!
 
A feeling contends to conquer me
Perhaps, I wanting to defeat it
Indeed, my irritability of...

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Dear Lord                                           ...

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I.

I am devastated by the fire and frost 
of these seasons between separation and divorce. 
No vindictive act quite cures the phantom pain 
that exists only in the emptiness.

II.
Dim capsules pad my senses
and brittle fruits amuse my tongue

rx inhibitions sewn into the folds 
of small...

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