Best Grand Style Poems
Meant To Be, Therefore Will Forever Last
Heaven was her first soft, passionate kiss
Begging, beg I for more, far more of this
Night's splendor, in her silk covered bed
Treasure, promise that one day we would wed
Live out our lives, loving our Fated trek
Without her this poor soul would be a wreck.
Heaven was her laugh, her beaming bright smile
Her perfume, her traveling in grand style
Her pretty tanned face, those sexy legs
Such rare beauty would make any man beg
Blessing that we were matched as a pair
Destined to our married lives share.
Heaven was her asking me on a date
Some say mere chance, I call it Hand of Fate
In life we are blessed, oft know not why
Love comes as a gift from Heavenly sky
I believe our love was Heavenly cast
Meant to be, therefore will forever last.
Heaven sent me a sweet angel divine.
Our lives blessed and as romance defines.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-31-2020
Romanticism, ( When Fate finally gaveth of its golden treasures )
Note:
Seeking to end this year on a high note
I decided to compose a new poem about
The dear blessing, the true love of my life
I know this very dark and tragically sad year,
Has brought from me many dark poems-
Yet this last poem of this depressive year
Shall be one of hope, blessing, romance,
family and a gift that was most assuredly
Heaven sent. My darling beautiful wife,
and our blessed Family. My blessing of
Being a poet and having the honor to
Gift words unto this world, with the hope
That such helps others and may inspire
New, young writers to venture forth, write
And thus give of heart and soul to benefit
others. If so- my time spent was not in vain.
There is no place like home
I represent the black, green and gold.
Out of many, we are one people, driven to succeed
Global excellence is our only mission to achieve.
Reggae and dancehall are the rhythm and beat in our feet
Only champions are born here
Marley, Louise Bennett and Bolt are all homegrown.
With blood, sweat and tears, we work hard for our own …this is the Jamaican way.
I come from a great nation, with people of strength and determination. I am proud to call myself Jamaican.
We move to one love and drink our Jamaican white rum …this is the land we love.
The aroma of blue mountain coffee mixed in the morning air, the taste of ackee and saltfish with a little roast breadfruit are heavenly delights only a Jamaican can understand, the national dish of our homeland.
Look at our smiles we celebrate 60 years in grand style.
No matter where we are, yard or abroad with heads held high we are proud to call ourselves Jamaicans.
We celebrate Jamaica's 60 years of independence by re-igniting our greatness within all who call themselves Jamaicans.
"I am Jamaican"
The Journey Of Marriage
Grand party, grand clothes, grand decor and grand style!
Well-wishers and greetings cheering the dulled hearts
Silver jubilee's are celebrated by partners with affected smiles
Wars behind doors and eyes literally gnawed out by painted talons
The tongue's wrath suffices enough to dig the other's deepest grave
Hugging and kissing, hot breaths murmuring love,
Recanting nostalgic moments of forgotten years
Questionably doubtful are their publicly remembered memories
Hypocritical man enjoys the pleasures of his self spun yarns
The journey of marriage is of the queerest sort
For the first 25 years the credit goes to the woman
She is new in a family of cobwebbed informal strangers
With unexpected situations and strangeness all around
Dowry and many more expectations with her innocent entry
Barbs suffocating her and barbed wires demarcating her existence
A new family is fenced around greatly testing her tolerance
The frail kneel down and the frailer are knocked out in a wolf pack
The strongest of them bitterly battle through their horrendous lifetime
In the next 25 years milestone the man is crushed by his woman's strength
No more cowing, she now woof's and purrs, her journey has just begun
The new look, the new woman, the new beginning,
A bold woman takes birth, her fur flies, no more messing with her
New music they listen to while forced to to see their real satanic selves-
Tarnished images barren without their much wanted spoils
His wife now a stranger, the truth he faces as she demands justice
Balances are straight, her voice commands respect as her ship sails off
The sacrifices of an egalitarian woman demand numerous accolades
November 12, 2015
Contest: The Journey Begins
Sponsor:Matt Caliri
After a morning jog about a mile,
I dressed for my birthday in a grand style;
Danced around a big white cake
Like a white duck in a lake,
Fondling my white puppy with a broad smile.
© 2015
Be who you are:
Indulge your heart;
Rise up a star,
Touch with clear art;
Heed inner voice,
Decree and see;
Align sure choice,
Yield to beauty;
Word your own play,
Instruct grand style;
Sense happy days,
Hurl cheery smiles;
Expect grand things,
Sense joyous flings.
Leon Enriquez
29 August 2014
Singapore
One night each week, we courting couples meet
to share our poetry and chat a while.
This time we’ll all enjoy a special treat.
Romantic sonnets sure to make us smile
and swoon will be recited in grand style.
Though not part of the beatnik “misfit” crowd,
we’re nonconformists--in just one respect.
Our venue is a grassy field! We’re proud
to have this spot that many would reject,
this place where kindred spirits can connect.
March 12, 2020
Contest Title: Back When Poetry Contest one of two that placed 1st
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
April 4, 2020, entered in Brian Strand's contest
Do that and this
Opt for warm bliss
Fashion grand style
That grooms fond style
Loiter and see
Sensuous beauty
Now, here or far
See your bright stars
Joy and peace fill
Love now reveals
Glimpse a calm face
Love charms with grace
All in due time
Reason knows rhyme
Line after line
Words work out fine
In thrills and spills
Abide free will
Go beyond fact
For heart must act
Look to the way
That true love plays
Time follows time
Till death breaks rhyme
Until that day
Discern the way
Leon Enriquez
14 April 2015
Singapore
She is an old lady of 98
Living in her own time
Saw the hearts of a Valentine Card
Thought to herself where is mine
With puzzled frown upon her face
An old memory floated by
Of a time and a place
Plus a card with angels that fly
She is remembering the handsome lad
Dark curly hair and dimpled smile
Who vowed undying love to her
Married her in grand style
Those memories have faded
Gone are the days of love
But nestled in an old tin box
Is the card she was dreaming of.
Penned 1/2/2013
Contest: Forgotten Valentine
Dance
I have been dancing
since I was young.
Point,
Flex.
From Ballet class
to tap.
Shuffle
Hop
Step,
Point,
Flex.
Moving to NYC,
and starting hip hop.
Pop it,
Lock it,
Shuffle
Hop
Step,
Point,
Flex.
Then, the grand style,
Broadway, like the show girls (just for 8+ year olds)
High
Kick,
Pop it,
Lock it,
Shuffle
Hop
Step,
Point,
Flex.
Back to ballet,
suck in your stomach for the Nutcrackers.
Suck
In,
High
Kick,
Pop It,
Lock it,
Shuffle
Hop
Step,
Point,
Flex.
-Millie Cooper
ALL IS SIMPLICITY
Create a little business for
the Eye to be drawn from
trees, to return them with more
glee.Variety, lively touches,
surprising effects to make
the heart dance so pictures
walk out from their frame.
All is simplicity and elegance
almost motionless plainness
in a grand style.The eye may
be cheated by appearance and
size, as a tune confused by a
false bass, a fictious bundle of
trumpery in poetical impossibilities.
Fools talk of imitation and
copying, all is imitation, what
makes the difference,not genius
or conception but performance.
From Thomas Gainsborough letters
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
Listen to me read this phrasis of mine on youtube under the name ichthyschiro
Speak with a smile in silence still,
Touch a fine tell that ushers spell;
Yield to grand style without word thrill,
Live sure compel where love now dwells;
Embrace each face with radiant glow.
Forge wise appeal in curves that greet,
Observe how space greets primal flow;
Nice facial spill arcs cheery sweet,
Dance deep delight as smiles now touch.
Speak message warm in silent thought,
Meet in smooth flight more poise as such;
Inspire sure form beyond word plot,
Lift lovely smiles now face to face,
Express pure style with wordless grace.
Leon Enriquez
14 February 2016
Singapore
Went to see a minor league game
in the fabled borough of Brooklyn
Ate hot dogs at Nathan's
then headed to Keyspan park
home of the Brooklyn Cyclones
The team won in 11 innings
The crowd was filled
with characters who yelled their approval
at every good play
Pretty cheerleaders with silver pom - poms
brightened the evening
The borough of Brooklyn
is no longer home of the fabled Dodgers
But I saw the Cyclones battle hard
and celebrate their victory in grand style
There is something to be said for hot dogs
and baseball
There is also something to be said for Brooklyn
An integral part of the place millions call home
Gotham - New York City
His wait for a while can be difficile,
but he's gone docile seeing her profile,
walking down the aisle with her charming smile,
she's here to beguile him in her grand style,
more compliments pile on their wedding file -
their dream domicile makes it all worthwhile.
January 9th, 2017.
Oh! what a lady of the sea she was.
Titanic is her name,with voices of her inner soul,being those of long ago. When
the sea is calm and still as the night,what can you hear,but the whispers of a lady
calling out in grandur "I'm here below,let me rest in peace evermore".
The lady of the sea had only a moment of grandur. For you see on that cold and
foggy night,she would fulfill her destiny to go down to the bottom of the sea.
On that fatal cold and foggy night an iceberg took her life of saling the sea in
grand style.With the happy voices of twenty sven hundred souls from around the
world.With enchantment on her decks of beauty and graciousness.
So rest in peace titantic with the fifteen hundred of a ship that was taken from this
world on such a fatal night.Your voice to speak no more.But to sleep at the
bottom of such a cold and lonely sea.
You are a giant of long ago.Which will live on in the hearts and minds of those yet
to come.
So,live on lady of the sea in greatness!
Titantic is your mighty name evermore.
By Virginia Alexander
I reminisce, I miss
the sound of the stair lift that brings you down,
and your voice as you ask for morning coffee,
mother, the silence is too harsh to bear!
the half knit cardigan that is on your bed,
needles still attached as if you left halfway,
mother, we know you won’t be coming back.
that chair in front of me that you would take,
and rubbing your palms would talk to me,
mother, the cat sits there awaiting your return.
your room is unkempt, things as you left,
I do not have the heart to go in there,
mother, I promise, I shall tidy up today!
today would have been your 90th birthday,
we had plans to celebrate in a grand style,
mother, we have tear drops with cake today.
you glow in us brighter than anytime before,
memories are precious our hearts still sore,
mother, on your birthday,
I reminisce, I miss.....
1st place win
Written 2nd April 2021
My mother’s 90th birthday
I reminisce, I miss poetry competition
James Edward Lee Sr. sponsored.