Best Glories Poems
Morning Glories dance with ease
trumpet flowers among weeds
twirling petals pirouette
with a dainty, shy coquette.
Swirling purples blend to white
pistils are a bee’s delight
glory visions, how they rise
from low canyons to grand skies.
Flowers dance to nature’s tune
crickets chirp and songbirds croon
lively leaves rustle, they are fans
critters spy the scene at hand.
Morning Glories dance with ease
trumpet flowers among weeds.
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Morning glories race
A planted shovel becomes
A willing playground
The club that stamps authority
when in its Zenith
Chelsea!
The club with a zero tolerance
even in a zero percent ball possession.
Chelsea!
Breaks, makes and keeps records.
86 consecutive home games unbeaten, for instance.
Chelsea!
Splashes the cash as money talks,
raping all other teams as Trophies walk
who else would it be?
Chelsea!
Who wants to challenge us?
Who are you by the way?
Oh! Pathetic Arsenal!
We need no manual
to give you some rough ****.
No wonder you cannot remember your last final.
Cover your shame with a wig.
The hole needed to hide, you must dig.
Acquiring a Trophy, for you,
Is like bathing a Pig,
cos you will still go back to your trophy-less ways.
When you stamp your name on the champion's league
then, would we consider you, big.
OF BEAUTIFUL MORNING GLORIES…
The ebon night
has slowly waned
and the peaking dawn
waxes as the horizon slowly
raises its eyelid releasing
a sleepy orange glow.
Slowly, the giant
earthly eyeball begins
to brightly shine morning
with its eternal visioning of life
and another perpendicular promise
has been given to another paralleling
ebony night had caused my soul to wander.
This phenomenal sequential
experience of over eighty years
can only be deemed a precious blessing
of continuousness in the labor of love
and service God has so assigned me.
Having once again risen
with the bright sun and
the resurrected enlightening
awareness His son has bestowed
upon me, I give thanks; beseechingly
requesting divine wisdom and divine
guidance in my mission purpose
service to my creator by being
of service to fellow beings
with whom I collectively and
fearlessly travel through the valleys
of the shadows of death in the molded
footprints His love has left for me to journey.
Thus, once more and again
may I, be an instrument
of God’s molding peace
and an ebon reflecting mirror
of His eternal love as I seek to be
as warm sunshine in someone’s life
and they likewise in mine as we dove
soar with bright eyes still on the prize
in a new dawning of rejoicing gladness:-
Glories to My Mother
Today is our day of glory
Our brothers have achieved in space
We sent our cart to Mars to research
Our kids will live there as royal citizens
My mother is shedding tears in over whelming joy
She is proud to say that we are her sons
Mangalyan had added one more diamond on Her Crown
It hoisted her flag of fame in the midst of Mars
As a son of My Mother I am sharing my joy with you all my friends
Our next peace meet may takes place there
All planets may say Her name to welcome Her
We will go to sun for a picnic and
We will relax in Sundays in the Moon
Our factories will be in Saturn and
Our movie theaters may be in Neptune
Earth will become our farm house
Come on friends let us enjoy this victory
Morning glories my climbing vines-
Old nightshade faded late-
Early dawn saw sunrise mauve-
My love never sleeps past eight-
Old nightshade faded late-
With sun rays golden show-
Horizon’s orb bring hues of orange-
Breaking light warms nights of cold-
With sun rays golden show-
Lover awaken from slumber-
Breaking light warms nights of cold-
Sleeping done as new day begun-
Lover awaken from slumber-
Away with dreams of past-
Sleeping done as new day begun-
Bright day chase all fears away-
Away with dreams of past-
Sun smiles with lilac blooms-
Bright day chase all fears away-
Tears of midnight disappear-
Sun smiles with lilac blooms-
Early dawn saw sunrise mauve-
Tears of midnight disappear-
Morning glories my climbing vines-
©2016dedhedpoet
Andrea Travis
You are who you are.
This life is your life.
If you can’t find happiness where you are
You won’t find happiness elsewhere.
Joy is a state of being –
It’s a revelation –
It’s a taking off of the veil –
An opening of your eyes for the millionth time.
The taste of honeysuckle
The touch of sunlight
The sound of sparrows
The smell of rain
The shining intelligence in an infants eyes
If you can’t find happiness
Amidst all the ordinary glories of your life,
You won’t find happiness at all.
Fresh cut grass laced with dew adheres to the top of my navy sneakers
Only the mornings touch invites the purple glories to open their lavender lashes, pupils of white
gold.
Never has school's beginning been so inviting
A crisp waft of salty air reminds the land that the oceans near
Cold enough to raise the hair but fresh enough to tolerate
Even now these mornings bring nostalgia
Ripples flee from our canoe and dissipate before reaching the targeted shore
"Fishy, Fishy, in the brooke come and bite on my big hook"
But not even charms can cast my line to the scaled phantom, whose shadow I swear I saw,
teasing me to become entangled.
Indian feet remain in the clay, telling the story of natures keepers
Shark teeth are out of place now, but remind me that this land was once the Ocean's
Soon to be the City's
A fragile flower which grows directly from the ground
You grow near a fence and tangle yourself with it as you grow.
You climb up that fence in a spirle manner
I can see your beautiful buttons from inside my house
I give you a little bit of miracle grow to give you a growth boost
Your astounding beauty in which you blossom gives you that glamorous, colorful look no other can't resist staring.
The gorgeous of your freshness gives you glamor
The glamor of your texture gives you color
You come in any color not just one.
The season you're born in is my favorite season of all
Love is what triggers your growth sprout.
You alone multiply yourself into a dozen.
I wonder if I merge you with another color of your kind.
Will you become a hybrid morning glory?
Which draws attention to my eyes
My eyes see no other color when it sees you
You are the color in which grow likes a rainbow
The rainbow gives you shines regardless what season you blossom
The might color of your beauty is the color of nature
Nature sees no other beauty no other than you
You are the beautiful flower which lifts my spirit.
As the real aura of our better angels presents
That they are essential to historical events
It stirs and shakes one to the core of reverence
Infidel's ancient cries refrain far faint ringing
Winging their will of distant darkness, way off singing
Articulating it into nature's aria
Gabriel spreads gloried messages with wide white wings
Touching three theologies: all Abrahamic faiths -
Includes Christianity, Judaism and Islam
Archangels may cometh once every few hundred years
Gabriel brings grace as it's needed, it appears
His broad arching flaming feathers cover every verse
Angelic influence flows forever beyond sages
When Gabriel appears from the side of the Divine
To tell mortals of their roles in this passion sublime
So says Jesus' scriptures and Muhammed's Quran pages
Karmic grace does glow glory across all of life's phases
Then from within, overlook the thought that belief is fear
Hold back the black and let light lead us on, start right here
Gabriel gazes the universe beatifically
Free Verse 20 Lines 161 Words 7/7/21
** THE GLORIES NEAR **
Here! The Glories have arrived from
afar..as far as east from west.
The Glories come riding mists
To lead us leaping over our discontent;
over waves lost from their beaches,
their glimmers grayed,and moon sunken.
The Glories bring our maps to
The Exquisite: our longing, our desire.
But, the routes, so hard to decipher…
We are slow pioneers of the holy-All!
May the Glories set aflame our spines,
Running currents to thrill us up from
Our sleeping, our trances, our
Vagaries, so we may again seek and see…
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(c)sally young Eslinger 1/5/22.
Glory to God
Our fantasy has taken us to many places
But since the advent of documentries on TV
We can now travel the world like never before
No longer do we have to rely on our imagination
Right there before our very eyes
The whole world is there for us to see
Visions we could only dream of
Are now shown to us in detail
With all their beauty and splendour
In living full colour and detail
The customs and passions of each land
The beauty of the snow capped mountains
The streams and lakes
The vast grasslands, the unending forests
What amazing visions our eyes perceive
This world is made of amazing images
To dazzle our senses
The glories of Mother Earth
Beach morning glories,
stumbled on foot,crushed,
standing one together stronged,
on the shores of Galle face green!
thunder on the mountains, harken!
there is fire reflected in the sky
cold, hard rain, and the ring of steel
down in the valley, a thousand screams
war horses' iron-shod hooves crush dreams
blood and smoke; lightning flashes,
severed limbs and, trampled bones
in another hundred years, or so
wind blown grass and silent stones
all songs and stories faded away
no lasting glories for those who fell today
and in the night sky, far-off, diamond like stars
care nothing for man, his causes, or his wars
morning glories play
sweet summer adagios
listen with your heart