Best Golden Opportunity Poems
Is it possible to envision a world without warfare?
"Nothing to kill or die for."* No dangers to ensnare.
Imagine living in harmony, where no one does wrong.
There'd no longer be the need to sing Lennon's song.
Imagine a peaceful planet, whirling about in space.
Can you see yourself as part of a new human race?
Sharing everything without need for avarice or greed.
No countries or rulers, for mankind shares one creed.
Can you imagine no hunger, nor plagues bringing death?
Living among each other on Earth and taking a breath
without toxins polluting the air, and no need to pop a pill.
"I wonder if you can,"* see a world sans weapons that kill.
It's 'a brotherhood of man'* coalesced in complete unity,
Earth, an allied planet, lands filled with golden opportunity.
All totally cognizant that coexistence is worth striving for.
'Imagine,' known as a foreshadowing of what was in store.
Perhaps that Utopian way of life exists only in a dream,
But what if Lennon's lyrics did not seem to be extreme?
Would his visions of tomorrow still be called 'hyperbole?'
Til then, mortality of all earthborn remains a sad reality.
May 31, 2022
Unity Consciousness Contest
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*Lyrics from 'Imagine' by John Lennon
As I drift through all the loneliness
That seems to harness itself to the day
We put ourselves out there in hopes we sway
A love that will portray the kind of girl
That makes all my loneliness slip away
One who isn't afraid of her feelings on display
To find a love worthy of a man who likes to pray
Who would never play a girl in any dirty way
A woman who wants to be a wife that holds the key
To cast her love shadow all around thee
That frees all the loneliness as far as I can see
If God would have intended for us to be alone
Then he wouldn't have sewn
All this love that has grown up inside of me
Life is full of blessings that we need to foresee
To have all these feelings that have come to be
From the gravity that has turned up the degree
When we both seek to reach for the love we agree
Peaks all the emotions that we both breath
We will succeed in what love truly needs
A man and a woman living the golden opportunity
That tweaks our imagination
When we build such a strong foundation
Knowing that life teaches us
We are not designed to be alone
Not now not ever as far as we can roam
When everything with you sets the right tone
That leads to us never living alone
With a love like ours
We can call our very own
"Fear of - Not Enough Love"
love is the key to living a valuable life
one fear plaguing my mind is not sharing love enough
embracing every heart; thus eliminating strife
through good times, but moreso, when things get rough.
fear remains a strong emotion holding one captive
a prisoner entrapped in flesh and bone
sweet love erases fear for humans are reactive
to a soft touch surrounding a soul who feels alone.
i shutter to realize so many dwell in pain
from lonely thoughts of being pushed aside
my fear of not extending love and leaving them in vain
so everyone would enjoy that special glow inside.
with my fearless persona, I find a way to give
a golden opportunity to lend a helping hand
encircle those who have a need with a great will to live
and fear will be defeated through love in life so grand.
*For Tanya Harris's What's Your Fear? Contest.
Almighty! Almighty!
Grant us each others love
Grant us Unity
Almighty! Almighty!
We are you, you are we
One commUNITY
Almighty!
Make me an instrument
Of your will
Almighty!
'Til my prayers for peace
Are fulfilled
Precious Yahweh!
To the downtrodden
Lord impart justice
Beloved Jehovah!
We must embrace
For the sake of our children
Mighty Allah!
Hate is a condition
We must fix
Jah Love!
We are Unity's tools
We must build it
Great Buddha!
Stop us tearing down love
With impunity
Sweet Jesus! Sweet Jesus!
GOLDEN OpportUNITY FOR UNITY
Exalted Muhammad!
GOLDEN OpportUNITY FOR UNITY
Krishna! Krishna!
GOLDEN OpportUNITY FOR UNITY
Gay brother, my brother
At society's table
Take your seat
Gay sister, my sister
There's a welcome mat
At your feet
Brethren of no faith
Are all blessings from above
Bless and believe
In each other
Seek common ground
Faith differences be resolved
Yeah brother, my brother
Symbolize a love
For all Humanity
Yeah sister, my sister
Nurture like mother's love
Preserve dignity
See no need for Unity
You have blindness
Build Unity right now
Spread Human-Kindness...
Right Now!
GOLDEN OpportUNITY FOR UNITY
Build it right now!
GOLDEN OpportUNITY FOR UNITY
Brother, brother!
GOLDEN OpportUNITY FOR UNITY
Sister, sister!
GOLDEN OpportUNITY FOR UNITY
All mankind!
GOLDEN OpportUNITY FOR UNITY
Copyright 2016 Iger Rolyat All Rights Reserved
AUTUMN IN UDELNAYA WOODS
The smoke from the shashlik fires made us hungry
So that we could have eaten the falling golden manna from the trees
Offered to two wanderers in this sylvan wilderness.
Not forty years, but forty minutes in which life changed for us.
It was only a field trip she said, to study the socio-environmental
Arrangement, the attitudes, of couples in the autumnal picnic grounds.
She needed the truth for her dissertation, she needed my help.
Knight errant in the pursuit of knowledge, that’s me.
In pursuit of her, if the simple truth be known.
She gave me the golden opportunity I had been seeking all summer:
Now the harvest was at hand, and the reaper all too ready.
She needed photos to show the attitudes of the couples
No photos were needed to show our attitudes.
We were clearly a couple with attitude, and my socio-environmental
Score matched hers exactly: that’s scientific for “we fell in love”.
Look up! Such a glorious afternoon of yellows, and a blue sky.
Look down! The lake reflecting our faces filled with smiling delight,
Gold underfoot, and her lustrous flaxen hair draped over my shoulder.
The field trip showed the truth, she knew it and so did I.
It was forty years ago : we still remember it, tell our kids about it,
Especially on fall days like today.
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Written by Sydney Peck 2 October 2011, and
Entered in Francine Roberts’s Contest “A Nature Tale”
An insane System by any other name
Should still be considered simply insane
A prison by any other name
Could well be the throne
Of a primitivist's brain
A lifestyle by any other name
Would prefer to be called a "subculture"
A truth by any other name
May well be an early grave
After passing around
A bit of the blame
- Do we really wanna play this same game?
Again and again?
Just for the sake of its colloquial name?
Wait-Wait-Wait!
Don't shoot me yet!
I request a fancy blindfold and a pre-lit cigarette:
I want to look super cool
Without a single regret,
When the firing squad executes me
For being such an absurdly passive threat;
Otherwise,
Honestly,
It will feel like I've squandered
Another golden opportunity...
...And obviously,
I couldn't possibly try to live
After something like this...
Twenty score years ago, and some
The evil merchants crossed the waves
Gleeful as they raped and pillaged
Their cargoes of dark-skinned slaves
En route to the land of Liberty
Where all men are created equal
In their most frightening and wildest nightmares
They could never have envisioned the sequel
After four centuries of hatred, violence and exploitation
Against the human chattel who built this nation
The values upon which America was built
Would overcome its culture of greed
On the backs of unknown, unsung masses
Who bore the burden of long labor and whips lashes
And the prayers and Faith of prophet preachers
Came a man, half black, half white…
A new breed leader
Who dared to believe against all odds
That he could unite these United States
Seen only, perhaps, by The Dreamer…in ‘68
Who could have known our country’s fate
For the first time, truly, since 1776
A Golden Opportunity For Unity exists
That all Americans could possibly be One
Our new president alone cannot get this done
This is for you, for me, for we, for us
E Pluribus Unum, from many – one...
If God we trust?
Copyright 2009 Iger Rolyat All Rights Reserved
GOLDEN OpportUNITY
KEY TO CommUNITY
Unlocks hearts and minds
To the beauty of UNITY
Where hate is dead
Love lives for eternity
And the cloud's silver lining
Beholds a GOLDEN OpportUNITY...
For UNITY.
GOLDEN OpportUNITY...
Where all religions are respected
Intolerance, injustice, soundly rejected
GOLDEN OpportUNITY...
Where all cultures are embraced
Where there's a place at the table for the whole human race
GOLDEN OpportUNITY...
Where all colors of the rainbow...
All ethnicities and creeds have a voice and a say so
GOLDEN OpportUNITY...
We renounce the sex offender
Who divides and conquers by attacking gender
GOLDEN OpportUNITY, KEY TO CommUNITY
Opens up the world
To Peace, Harmony and UNITY
Copyright 2016 Iger Rolyat All Rights Reserved
My loving wife is a woman who’s just not inclined to flatter
Mine pointed out I’m not so serious about things that don’t matter
But I read between the lines of what she thought she meant
Her unintended words of praise, were actually heaven sent!
Plus, a golden opportunity that seemed just right
To ‘splain to the kiddos why I’m not so dang uptight:
“I apologize, I’m well aware, your dad is such an oddity
See, middle-aged energy is such a limited commodity
“If I expend my efforts worrying about everyone’s chit-chatter
Then I will not have said energy when it really matters!
So, do you think I’m such an unrelenting doofus at work?
Well, sometimes, but you can be darned sure I never shirk.
"And here’s the point that I hope all you kiddos apprehend
Someone who doesn’t like your happiness is hardly a good friend.
Just keep your eyes on the prize, who God made you to be
Grow your heart to love yourself; you can be truly free!”
4/27/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
Once upon a time,
Almost 6 years ago,
A boy met a girl
With his best friend in toe.
This boy and this girl
Became young love in its essence.
His best friend became what some would call
Her own personal hidden blessing.
His devotion for his friend
Couldn't quite bring him to confess,
But he cared about that girl enough,
To warn her of future distress.
After 3 long years,
Of the back and forth romance,
Their young love finally ended,
The girl was broken hearted and defenceless.
She had given her all
To someone who was only willing to take it.
The best friend tried to warn her,
But she couldn't see her lover fake it.
A year would pass,
Before the best friend would find,
His best friend's ex,
The one he longed to say was "mine".
A birthday of hers
Was his golden opportunity.
When he missed her night out,
He offered to take her to a movie.
She wrestled with the thought:
Do I open that door?
She kept pushing it off,
Until she couldn't avoid it anymore.
Neither one of them expected,
Or even could dream
Of all that would come
From one night, one movie.
A love affair of sorts,
Filled with constant ups and downs,
But despite their best efforts,
They couldn't help but stick around.
A year and 2 months
Of the greatest love that ever lived,
Was shared between these two,
Who were only just kids.
Neither one of them was ready,
They didn't know what to do,
They loved so deeply,
But this experience was so new.
A girl with a broken heart,
With no sense of true self worth,
Met a boy with a broken heart,
And the desire to move forth,
With her by his side,
Forever hand in hand,
Yet she felt she didn't deserve him,
And did what she could: she ran.
Now her love for him consumes her,
But his heart is in pieces.
Now he's too afraid of her
But his love he swears never ceases.
And she cries herself to sleep at night,
For the best friend she hurt foolishly.
And she prays for their future together,
The one he says can never be.
As exemplary as a High Priest
and consecrated as a Temple's Inner Chamber.
Respected amongst his colleagues,
reverenced by His subordinates,
distinguished, honorable and set apart.
Then came the moment of Truth
like the refining fire which may burn or may purify.
A Golden Opportunity never to be seen again,
but a situation to break or to make him.
This is Crude Diamond Ore from a glance
already anticipating to do it at once
creating an allabi with occurrence in France
and covering all traces in utmost Brilliance
Not minding his activated self-repugnance
certainly it will give birth to wealth and public acceptance.
If Life gave him more options, he'd freelance.
But with this one opportunity, he'd like to dance.
Having no qualms; even if he disappoints his fans.
He isn't to be blamed if Life is not a balance
and success among all has no concomittance.
This is the start to his enjoyment galore
but can be forever hunted by the Law.
The heaped pressure pressing more and more,
but what the Hell! It's just one flaw.
With a blessing so raw,
attached with bountiful Harvest he never saw.
Thinking of his glory and celebration
and already holding his blessing
like a woman in lactation
yet a part of him suppresses
his whole in castigation
making him feel so useless
like a man facing castration
forcefully taking his freedom
and peace in extortion
Just about to make the decisive move,
he resisted the push and forgot about the groove
having in mind, something to prove
he signed the blank cheque without adding another "0"
The Estranged [A dedication]
Jay was sitting in his small cell
His head resting on the rails
Staring with an absent minded wonder
At the raiment on his shrunken shoulder.
Is he the same man! or a shadow of
Jay Sen the scholar, the stylist philanthropist
The graceful spendthrift, a sophisticated sophist.
When did his advent venture turned into adversity!
When did he turn an addict, refusing golden opportunity
He couldn't make up his mind
He couldn't cope up with the blind
Those who can't differ
A gold and a plated glitter!
Those who have used him and
Threw him like a burnt cigar.
The cynical pseudos who blamed him a psychic
Accordingly they deserved blows and kick.
To some 'normal humane' this was unusual
An act of violence, not so sane and frugal
From then Jay's address is 'the Asylum',
The 'kind' home for mentally disturbed hoodlums.
Just then he saw himself
In a half burnt cigar, the warden threw.
Smoke was still rising, it's still alive, he knew.
He wanted it so badly, he stretched his hand out of the rails
And a sudden pain gripped him
A hooked rod ripped him
Drawing back his bloody knuckles
Jay cries a song of pathos
A rhapsody of agony mixed with rage
Fills the air of the dim lit cage
The half dead creatures exhales sighs of sorrow
And thus the sighs and cries moves on
As great waves of echos.
One night an angel surely came for Jay
With a candle glowing with a serene light
Not for money,not for fame, but only to spread love
And took away all the painful humility like a feather touch of a dove.
She made the disturbed calm and quiet
Mr. Jay is a reformed man now, always happy and satisfied.
It’s standing there before us
But goes unrecognized
For we don’t use our minds,
We only use our eyes
Invisible and quiet
It remains before us there
But daily chores and ballgame scores
Are all our minds ensnare.
If we would stop and study,
If we would just take pause
And use our minds, not our eyes
We'd embrace the cause
Then still standing there before us
As it’s often been
Is that Golden Opportunity,
Just stop … and let it in.
My daughter does not touch me any more.
She used to come and kiss me every night,
And sometimes she would sit on my lap for a while,
But she has not even touched me for so long now …
I know she still loves me.
She shows it in so many little ways
That make me happy,
But she does not touch me …
She seldom tells me the truth,
(And that hurts me,
Though I try not to let her see)
But I know the reason for that …
It is because she loves me.
She thinks I need to be protected
From the pain of knowing her pain.
(I, who should be her protector … )
She is mistaken:
But I understand her motive
And I love her the more for it,
But my daughter does not touch me any more …
I think sometimes she wants to,
But the years of disuse have created
An insurmountable barrier
For us both …
We want it to be
Like it is in the movies,
But it is not.
This is real life …
There is no ‘golden opportunity’
To make it right again.
Neither of us can go back,
Nor can we un-live the past …
It is done, and cannot be undone,
Even though neither of us is to blame
For whatever happened then.
(Whatever did happen then?)
There is, in me,
A certain hollow,
Which can only be filled
By my daughter’s touch …
I believe there is, in her,
(Though she may deny this)
A corresponding hollow,
Which only my touch can fill …
The problem is,
Because she does not touch me,
I am debarred from touching her,
And so both our needs remain unfulfilled …
As the time has passed,
That hollow has grown into a hole,
And the hole has grown into a deep chasm,
Because she des not touch me …
And the chasm has grown,
Until now it is a cosmic void.
A vast emptiness,
Contained within me … and her …
A vortex,
Where the howling tempest of loneliness
Scours our souls of all human comfort,
Because my daughter does not touch me …
(This was written some years ago, during the teen years.
When her own daughter was born, she came back to me!
Perhaps Hollywood's not so silly ... )
You know the adage all too well
"This too shall pass"
You've pried yourself free from the jaws
Of misfortune time and time again
So why should yet another be any different?
Troubles that plague you aren't as bad as they seem
Just have faith that...
Everything will be alright
More than once you've fallen deep
Into the abyss of life's well
And then you pulled yourself up and out, didn't you?
Push, my friend, push along
Even though
Adversity has turned the crescent moon upside down
Just believe that it will flip back into a smile again
Everything will be alright
Who cares how stormy the sea?
Or how rugged the pathway?
It doesn't matter how grey the sky
This much is true, when it clears
Everything will be alright
No matter how tough the going gets
Dawn, after all, always follows dusk
That dream you had, that golden opportunity
That didn't fall through
Things of value lost or misplaced
Will eventually swing back like a pendulum
Everything will be alright
That ship that you watched sail
Should soon return to shore if you wait long enough
Keep a positive attitude and a smile
And the sun will thaw
Your glacier of woes into a puddle
Shaky foundations of love, of relationships, of dreams
Will once again stand firm if you keep the faith
Hope for the best and never fear
Everything will be alright
Submitted for YOUR CHOICE(5),any form,any theme'(Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written and posted: 12/03/2017