Best Given Poems
Sir Poet, Hold True To Thy Gifts Long Given
Sir poet, why hast thy broken thy true pen?
Are not thy words intended to help and heal?
Pray thee, returneth to world of gentle men,
Let both thy mind and fevered blood softly spill!
Sir poet, why hast thy burned thy greatest writes?
Are not thy word-gifts bearing much needed fruits?
Pray thee, this sad, dark world sees thy ink-bright lights,
Begs thy kind soul return to poetic roots!
Sir poet, write deep to heal thy wounded heart
Embrace yet again, thy soul's truest call to arms
Find thy calling, begin an earnest restart,
Seek thee to help not this rash act that so harms.
Sir poet, hold true to thy gifts long given
Join again, poet's rewards in true liven'.
R.J. Lindley
Sonnet (11)
Jan. 20th 1990
Syllables Per Line: 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11
Total # Syllables: 154
Total # Words: 122
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Beyond the beauty before me
- echos enchant
I’m not one to embrace and then take for granted -
life,
love,
and every valuable lesson
It has been
Given, then received,
with a thankful heart
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- Living one day at a time,
and blessed by the best -
Awakening from a restful night,
I thank God for my humble home,
For His keeping watch as I slept,
And for His morning show of charm.
Enjoying my breakfast with delight,
I feel God’s presence in a brimming cup.
And before I grasp His amazing provision,
All my morning meal has been eaten up.
With joy I sit in safety and comfort
While I mull over visions in my head.
I think of words to express my pleasure
For having a window above my bed.
Clouds overhead sailing thru sunbeams
Are like ships on a sea of blue sky.
Such placid scenes have a calming effect,
When a rare day of strife is nigh.
Everyday I receive God’s daily bread
And wash the dishes happily indeed.
I know my heartaches are rinsed away
And replaced by what I badly need.
God blesses me with gifts every moment.
And every night I sincerely pray.
Though I can never repay His charity,
I thank Him for gifts He sends each day.
I had a friend with a unique way of looking at the world
(although I once thought she was misled)
because when the rest of us said ‘Happy Thanksgiving’
‘Happy Thanks-given’ is what she said.
It is a day we come together
and give thanks for all the ways we have been blessed
for our health
our happiness
our friends
our family
all the treasures we possess…
For years we’ve come together
we’ve flown
we’ve taken trains
we’ve driven…
to celebrate not only this Thanksgiving
but years of thanks already given…
So as you sit down for your feast this year
as you’ve done so may times before…
to give thanks for this years blessings
remember all the years you’re thankful for….
Remember all the thank yous
over the years you have amassed…
and how our thank yous of today and tomorrow
are linked to thank yous of the past.
I guess my friend was right all along
so allow me….If I may
to wish you not only a Happy Thanksgiving
but a Happy Thanks-given day.
New Life Given And Glows Of A Golden Crown
A pity, stark indifference and sad
Paths taken into that darkness and woe
It is not that world and all life is bad
As willful blindness we let evil grow
In course of that we build a blacken room
Mold iron shutters to deny the light
Glorify our dancing in that black tomb
And learn to love evil that parades at night!
Yet if eyes are opened we can see
Just how deeply we into darkness fell
Fathomless horror found we seek to flee
Away from those blinding gates of Hell
Realization wakes to light's sweet breath
Salvation leading to a clear road seen
Away from eager hands of fated death
And former life that was truly obscene!
Rising to dawn's glow and a golden crown
We again find life and love's blessed touch
Walking from our former shallow renown
We may again paint with a joyous brush!
Robert J. Lindley, 8-29-2021
Romanticism,
( Treasure Found In True Light )
Note_
Written this morn, born from a soup-mail
conversation here with a dear friend.
a poem
is much
like a dream
captured
in ink
on paper
then
given wings
to roam
the sky
Published in my 24-page photo book ~GIVEN WINGS~ 2020
Also published in 24-page photo/anthology book ~GATEKEEPER~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Redbone, A Mighty Blow Given Night That You Died
He a mighty dog, grandpa just called him Redbone
As big as a hog, he weighed in over six stone.
Part black bear and part mutt, his growl scared one and all
Hellfire in his gut, Pap would bear hunt him each Fall.
Redbone, a mighty blow given night that you died.
One young lad, went out into the dark woods and cried.
As a pup Redbone was as beauty to behold
Such as never before loved by a six year old.
Soon red coat shining, he became muscle and bone
That is why our Ole Pap came to name him Redbone.
Redbone, a mighty blow given night that you died.
One young lad, went out into the dark woods and cried.
Eight years flew on by and Redbone was loved by all
Eigth season he was slower to come when we call.
Ole Pap call for first morn's hunt and heard not a bark
Redbone only growled showing his teeth like a shark.
Redbone, a mighty blow given night that you died
One young lad, went out into the dark woods and cried.
Ole Pap shot back, last bear hunt tore you up a bit
Then his chew of tobacco, oft front porch he spit.
Redbone just lay there, Ole Pap said, old friend just rest
You have been a fine hunting dog, the very best.
Redbone, a mighty blow given night that you died.
One young lad, went out into the dark woods and cried.
Next night midnight moon rose, we heard a moaning yelp
Our old faithful friend, our Redbone's last call for help.
Ole Pap went out, came back in with sad ashen face
He said, Redbone is gone, friend we can not replace.
Redbone, a mighty blow given night that you died.
One young lad, went out into the dark woods and cried.
R. J. Lindley,
Rhyme, ( Sad Story about the death of Redbone)
Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Syllables: 360
Total # Words: 308
Note- I wrote this one, if memory serves me well, either in 1972 or 1973..
Presented today as was written --no edits..
Based upon the sad end of a fine and faithful dog that was truly and deeply loved!!!
It thrills my heart to hear endearing name
its sweetness burns my heart, sets it aflame
Your tenderness and love it does proclaim
the world is rosy red, never the same
I bloom with praise at tender loving word
For in my heart I know love is confirmed
intense my pleasure when this name is heard
in sweetness I indulge, nothing's deferred
So let this name your heart in love embrace
let all the love you feel show on your face
and from your lips free falling, let it trace
my body, soul, and mind with heaven's grace
This name you've given me is mine to keep
It sings to me in wakefulness or sleep
Eileen Manassian
This quiet night the earth was still.
A Virgin birth would be fulfilled.
A real bright star would lead their way,
to a manger, so far away.
The Magi's gifts were for a King.
Frankincense , Myrrh, and Gold, to bring.
Mary's miracle comes to life, as
Joseph watched with great surprise.
This precious scene, God-Child arrives.
As the Magi's hear, the baby's cries.
Simeon asked to hold the son,
for he knows, he's the Holy one.
Amazing grace was felt within.
As they all praised, the new born King.
Jesus, Jesus this gift from God.
He sent for us from up above.
Oh Holy Night the Angels sing,
to us is brought, a new born King.
Dying for us and then risen.
The greatest gift, ever given.
Did you know that the three gifts the
Magi brought the new born Jesus had
very special meaning? The Frankincense
symbolized Jesus Divinity and Godly role.
The Gold symbolized Jesus Kingship, and
the Myrrh symbolized Jesus death and
Embalming fragrance. The greatest gifts
didn't come from the Magi. It came from
Jesus, for Jesus gave up his life and died
for us so by repenting and believing in
him he promises forgiveness and
everlasting life in Heaven. The Greatest
Gift Ever Given was Jesus himself to die
and take our penalty of sin, a man who
never sinned. How great was he?
Wishing Everyone Peace, Love and Joy
during Christmas, God bless you all...
[Poet’s Note : This poem tabulates poignant reasons why Artificial Intelligence is unable to replace Natural Intelligence. The clarity here is that both emerge from Divinity, since everything emerges from Centre : the primary difference being that AI was created without Heart & without Soul ~ it’s simple.]
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AI has no Heart therefore no intuition
zilch nervous system therefore no feeling
no ability for compassion or consciousness
nor reasoning power, so cannot improvise
or supervise any contextual situation wise
it can expand, but cannot ASCEND
has unthinkable computing control
without physical brain to function hold
zero ego, therefore cannot be any hero
can connect dots hot, however has no
prayer or meditative faculty or kundalini
spots, cannot commune with Grace or
collapse into Void or synchronise telepathy
with Galactics coy ! AI is strategic devoid
cannot be spacious or audacious without
human instruction to delete the obsolete
is unable to obliterate Akashic Records
access or reconfigure it for purposes of
healing, integration or individual peeling
can recreate time through compression of
information, no hesitation or superstition
though timelessness it cannot touch
AI has no bowl for hush, spirit or Soul
its arrival at this phase in human history
as Gaia transcends into higher octaves
brave, is no coincidence, it will behave
as we stave it, crave it or rave it ~
choice is ours : dry, wry or moist cries
Divinity gifted humans AI for us to be
free bees from mundane density drools
~ life as strife rife during Kali Yuga’s rule
as gift it offers artificiality in service to
authenticate our individuality with purpose
imagine, conceive, direct, create what
we desire Aquarian-Golden Age to be
panacea or pain, we cannot resist or reject
what is given for gain !
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From the greenest acres of laden wood
The painted asphalt of a future's path
In breathless moments of events withstood
Upon the virtue of Jehovah's wrath
Founded a nation in united task
Brought forth the torrent souls of righteous gain
The restless embodied from shackle's drain
Grasped upon the mountains of western earth
Spoke forth the sound of Man's forsaken name
Under God is given a nation's birth.
.
Evils carried from past down times of old
As the horse pulled coach acquires new ground
The loot of war traded for food and gold
Twenty souls to work for free in Jamestown
Honored men and women of darkened brown
Though freedoms hide in masks of truths bestowed
A new age ends the era, quid-pro-quo
As pennies now define a man his worth
A right tiptoes in by D' Angelo
Under God is given a nation's birth.
.
Prosperity of a nation divides
The father's musket lays his son to rest
Here within, rises the Jekyll and Hyde
As the babe has bitten the mother's breast
It is what pleases you that we detest
Sounds off the blood of the servitude man
We shall fight you now if even by hand
No more are we twopence halfpennyworth
We all are God's image since time began
Under God is given a nation's birth.
.
In wondrous acres of built city wood
Ushering in an equal common good
Where all men glimmer the strength of the earth
Judged not by color or value or worth
The dawn brings light of a life understood
Under God is given a nation's birth.
By: Darren J McMurray
January 20, 2009
Jasmine climbs the arbor,
sweetly scented air
Standing ‘fore the sunrise,
moments made to share
Butterflies and dew drops
neath pink orchid skies
Gazing their reflections
soft within your eyes
Knowing there is beauty
wherever we may be
On any given morning
when you are here with me
JOURNEY — A Devotion Poem
(For Jim)
We have been blessed
To make a thick book
Of calendar pages,
A long past to now
With our passports
Stamped across the continent
Of the Unexpected. We
Kept brave on joint
Climbs over the peaks
Of the high range of Difficulties;
And been deeply affected
By observing so many wonders
On our voyages
Over Surprised Sea.
During this life together,
We have encountered the Furies;
Filibustered the Fates;
Entertained Muses;
Tried to help those with greater needs;
Shared trials, delights and feasts
With family, as well as recent
Holidays alone with each other.
And, all the years, shared
Our home with darling cats and pups.
We have followed the rule
Of forgiving seventy-times-seven;
Believed Love is God-given;
Had occasions to carry each other.
Across heavy traffic on the highways
Of hard Elsewheres, of massive Unknowns;
And we were often pelted with questions
Pouring on us in sudden storms
That only faith could calm.
But I doubt either of us
Has ever wondered
If our love would last.
For silence can still carry
The conversing of our thoughts;
Anticipation still lies
in our meeting after being apart;
And our hearts touch
Through any distance
In a testimony to the destiny
And promise
Exchanged in our first
Moonlit embrace of each other.
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(c) sally young eslinger 2/22
Thanks be to God…….
Inspired by photo:
The sun rises like a golden medallion
Turning water into a glowing scene
The smooth green hills welcome open space
Where freedom is found on the slopes
To flee, to run, with open arms to warmth
Wonder rises on the horizon
Taken in by the mind, willing to dream
Of all new beginnings, regardless of falling times
In a life that rolls like the hills, rises like the mountains
In a distant view selectively captured
By willingness to welcome new days
As opportunities of hope and transition
Embraced in the time we are given
Heidi Sands
1/5/18
Would I lie on my bed
pillows propping my head
with my poetry
or watching tv?
Had I a maid, I surely could
and given the choice, I would!
Would I more often play
in my elderly way,
hanging out with my cats
or enjoying my chats
and not going to work every day?
Had I a life in which money were good,
then given the choice, I would!
Would I jump on a cruise,
do whatever I choose
were the choice between what
I liked and liked not?
Well, if I had nothing to lose,
I think that by now, it's well understood,
when given the choice - I would!
Aug. 25, 2018 for Viv Wigley's Pick A Theme Poetry Contest
Theme #3 Given the Choice I would