Best Guaranteeing Poems


Premium Member What If There Was No Tomorrow

Meaning of oath no longer has a covenant
Guaranteeing to future commitment of pledge
Rendering futile all promises of yesterdays 
As grief ridden past dominates today's sorrow
For hope's now dead, as there's no tomorrow.

Yet, I reminisce within glory of daybreaks
And opulence of colors in grandeur of sunsets
Spinning on earth's axis as night follows day
Across all continents where vast oceans reign,

And vibrant blue sky makes bold new claims
About perpetual dawns boasting on its domain
Bond of enduring love that never ever ends
Where enchanted dreams ecstatically chase.

Alas, I grasp grudgingly realities I must face--
Eternal that was indelible lasts only till today
And definition of infinity forever has changed--
Precious little time left that was once endless.

So I bid farewell, before world-beloved dissipates,
To memoirs of yore, allures of tomorrow;
Shedding all regrets, purging lovelorn woes,
Cherishing instead most intimate ornate secrets
Arrayed in desires of beautiful flower bouquets
Granting love romantic stage for one final play.

August 21, 2019
Placed 1st: What if there was no tomorrow contest
Sponsor: Silent One

Premium Member If My Life Flashed Before My Eyes

If my life flashed before my eyes…

There would be a moment of sadness
    Yet, there would be more joy and gladness

There would be a smile of recollection 
     With the melody of tender affection

There would be assurance and contentment
    Without the whisper of pain or resentment

There would be a light to illuminate the heart
    With peace and love that you’d never take apart

There would be inspiration beyond words
    With originality expressed in the afterwards

There would be imagination glowing silently
    On a breath of rich kindness, never violently

There would be memories of compassion and caring
    Hope and faith that are beyond our comparing

There would be honesty and integrity brought to life
    Relieving all worry, sorrow and even the strife

There would be miracles performed through prayer
    Promises of God’s gifts so we will never despair

There would be pictures of the ones I’ve cherished
    Guaranteeing my heart that they haven’t perished

There would be sights and sounds and amazing grace
    Tenderness that comes from knowing His embrace

There would be peace like none I’ve ever known
    Reassuring my soul that I won’t ever be alone

There would be an inner feeling of absolute wonder
    More vibrant than lightening and louder than thunder

There would be the warmth of knowing God is here
    There is no doubt I’m loved and have nothing to fear

There would be the love that brings hearts to pledge
    Their lives for the purpose of sharpening truth’s edge

There would be the praise that fills up my soul
   With worship and singing as His love does console

To Be King In the Land of Princess

To be king in the land of princess
You must be dauntless.
When invited to tea you must comment on
Her appearance and dress
With open candidness.
Express
How glad and honored you are to be in the
Presence of the princess who will know you
Are playing out her childishness.
Bless
All invisible and tasteless
Food with a heart felt happiness.
You aren't just King you are also her Royal
Advisor so there must not be any awkwardness
Between you both while playing checkers
Or chess.
Use cleverness
When talking about her room being in a mess.
Be gentle when letting her know there will be
New people in her kingdom which will be
Powerless.
Don't let her suppress
Or have any anxiousness
Your invitations to tea or luncheons will be
Endless.
You will be helping your princess
To deal with real life issues instead of leaving 
Her rudderless.
Thus guaranteeing hers and your success.


Premium Member The Unknowns

Around this globe American heroes rest in hallowed grave,
Fallen upon the field of battle, our precious liberties to save.
Most have their honored names forever etched in stone;
Other stones display that simple phrase, "Known But To God Alone."

Who could that gallant warrior be? we will ever wonder,
Why him, Lord, who in the heat of battle was torn asunder?
Whose precious son, brother, father was this valiant son,
Tenderly laid in consecrated grave, his laurals bravely won?

What could he have become, Lord, had fate not dealt him so?
Contributions he could have made to humankind, we will never know.
He gave full measure of devotion that others may live free,
Upholding the Constitution, guaranteeing freedom and liberty.

The young soldier was laid to rest with the somber notes of "Taps",
Awaiting Gabriel's clarion bugle call to shed his sepulchral wraps.
To once again march with comrades on that final patrol,
And stand formation for that terminal call of the roll!

Even tho' the soldier's name was lost upon the field of strife,
The Creator has his name eternally scribed in the "Book of Life."
The Omnipotent One e'er so compassionate, e'er so kind,
Will ensure when the last roll is called, he won't be left behind!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)

Premium Member Mckayla the Magnificent

The runway runs into her trained eyes
like a roadway that rushes red
into the dreams of her electrified soul,
she's so pretty in her disciplined perfection
a young body that knows years of rigor and ritual
with a mind measured for acrobatic ambition, 
she's run this gauntlet so many times before
but the danger and thrill is somehow new,
her hands and feet are stained with bone chalk
memories of fingers, toes, ankles and wrists
twisted, torn and bent in pursuit of excellence, 
her ears close to the crowd
she is in her own arena at this moment
no judges, no spectators, no competitors
just the trail to olympic truth
and that ancient apparatus, the vault,
the one she loves and fears,
vulnerable in her scarlet athletic elegance
Team, God and Country
are the drumbeats of her heart right now,
nerves of gold and breaths of bravery
fuel her focused desire to be the very best,
she draws a line on the mat with her foot
everyone knows the score
and everyone knows what the dare is,
the sprint begins with a wildcat spirit
total commitment, no blinks, no doubts,
no stopping this star girl
impeccable thrust to the floor
backflip to the vault for a stellar catapult
hands on the block in harmony
producing a body torque of tight spring propulsion
and she's up like an arrow to the lights
arms X'd over her breast
head high to the heavens
spinning upside down with sweet finesse
an audience in awe of her abeyance,
she lands like a landmark lovely and undeniable in grace
no stumble, no stutter, only stupendous balance
feet firm, legs straight and back curved with class,
she throws her arms back as an angel appeased in glory -

J.A.B.

In the 2012 Olympic Games in London
McKayla Maroney executed the most beautiful and perfect 
vault jump in the history of gymnastics, 
guaranteeing the U.S. women a gold medal victory.
This poem is dedicated to her immaculate beauty...Justin A. Bordner

Valentine

V otive offering to fealty
A nnual dividend of loyalty
L ease to increase Love's equity
E arnest capital funding perpetuity
N otarized statement guaranteeing fidelity
T endered bond yielding longevity
I  nsurance premium covering each liability
N et value of past year's annuity
E mbassy of good will and amity


In Glee

When hearts are torn in sorrow
And days await weeks to borrow 
A scented Eurasian herb called yarrow
I stand afar in glee;

When blessings are so nearby in mass
And hedgehogs hop upon the green-grass
On a melody for a dancer trying a chasse
I stand afar in glee;

When love is the surname of every being
Shimmering sincerity and guaranteeing
Its rank in holiness and power of freeing 
I stand afar in glee! 

© Guru Jad 2013
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Premium Member Breathtaking

Bus stop was the place where the intrigued eyes met
Romancing the atmosphere without uttering a single word
Enacting a introduction to two lonely strangers that feels
A calid embrace without touching any part of their skins 
Taking away the fears and disillusions from the far past
Holding a desire that the magical moment lasts forever 
Telling to the mind if it is a sweet dream or an actuality
Ablazing the emotions like a red lava volcano in eruption
Knowing that a decision should be made in a quick second
Inspiring the exchange of phone numbers to a future meeting
Navigating in unknown waters waiting to be further explored 
Guaranteeing that the future holds a blissful union of two souls 




For Breathtaking Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Fourth Place
3-10-2016

A Change Is a Com N

A Change Is A Com'n

Though this baby boomer,
     (who didst roam man
upon this Earth
     since the year
mcmLix) does not
coon sitter himself
a political activist his wear
re: some ness, particularly

     with chronic setbacks
     inaugurated by President
Donald Trump, an in volunteer
re: response, (asper just
     the faintest hint
of a smile) veer
really played itself across
my countenance un bear

ably impossible to depress, repress,
     and/or suppress, upon
     gleaning America Online
     cover headline indicating
Representative Beto O’Rourke,
a (Texas Democrat) care
fully, sir up tush hiss lee,
     reportedly, and quietly

     considering a 2020 grab
     for White House
commander in Chief chair
met with Barack Obama dare
ring political polls
to hedge intimation,
though true motives unclear
that said progressive

     former named person
(from Lone Star State)
might be seriously sincere
conjoining what promises
     to be a dynamically
hearty, lucky, and plucky
solution to uptear,
the present woebegone crisis

     of dreadlock, gridlock, and
     padlock stasis, the political
     ship of state (Leviathan
     countenanced by Thomas Hobbes
     circa 1651) pitching
     United States government
     upon reprehensible threshold
     inching the Doomsday Clock

closer than ever to thermonuclear
global mortal kombat triggering
unset of unstoppable subnuclear
barrage in record time (mere
minutes transforming the
world wide web into
     many a schmear
compromising most all life

     into a bajillion bits
     of pulverized powder,
guaranteeing the demise,
     sans *****sapiens,
     and thus no
Santa Claus to steer
the motley crue
     of feisty reindeer,

this above mentioned dissolution,
     would sadly, unfortunately,
     wretchedly remove *****
as well the straight
     sexually oriented persons matter,

would become reconstituted
into surprise show stopping premiere
of some alternate lifeform,
     no doubt signalled
     with at least one outlier
or maybe even a noncareer mutineer!

Premium Member Ready For the Accolades

Something triggers three limericks a day
It could be as innocuous as a bale of hay
Or an amazing new invention
Guaranteeing love of our brethren
Aw shucks, but I'm ready for the accolades


© Jack Ellison 2015

Premium Member Chaos Into Love

CHAOS INTO SWEET
(VALENTINE BLITZ)

Love is peace
Love is chaos
Chaos stirs emotions
Chaos ignites fire
Fire creates heat
Fire inspires passion
Passion demands action
Passion invites intimacy
Intimacy encourages honesty
Intimacy warms souls
Souls draw close
Souls become one
One single heart
One single breath
Breath of life
Breath of hope
Hope for today
Hope for eternity
Eternity learning coupleness
Eternity learning forgiveness
Forgiveness of yourself
Forgiveness of another
Another loving hour
Another loving day
Day swelling light
Day exhaling night
Night with secrets
Night with dreams
Dreams featuring amour
Dreams wanting more
More soft kisses
More liquid caresses
Caresses that tickle
Caresses that titillate
Titillate not satisfy
Titillate with shivers
Shivers' hot friction
Shivers' cool anticipation
Anticipation fostering excitement
Anticipation guaranteeing interest
Interest in working
Interest in staying
Staying in difficulty
Staying in joy
Joy is better
Joy is sweet
Sweet like love
Sweet my Valentine
Valentine forever mine . . .
Love eternally ours . . .

Portland Oregon

Thrice a coin did flip in the air
   methodology affixing this state
   located Latitude: 45° 31', North Longitude: 122° 39', West
heads and tails two early settles did blare
Asa Lovejoy and Francis W. Pettygrove respectively
   knew after two tosses of copper or silver piece
   name of newfound Pacific Northwest settlement
   would be a synonym for stout liquor crystal clear
said namesake t’would be epitomized
and accepted by former resident of Maine to win the bet fair
despite a brilliant columnar luminescent shaft
   which beam of sun created a near blinding glare
guaranteeing observant native creatures
   camouflaging  in the verdant undergrowth shielding and attentive hare
despite sitting stock still just a hair breath near
   seemingly clasping paws in the guise of a prayer
 synonymous with other natural phenomena 
   like the indigenous fauna and flora never before seen and rare
to these newcomers settling along the confluence 
   of the Willamette and Columbia rivers
whose present occupants now approaching the two hundredth year!

Premium Member LISTEN TO THE WIND

LISTEN TO THE WIND
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Listen to the wind murmur. Can you hear it
     gently stirring yesterday’s dust motes, 
          kissing everyone's cheek with forgotten warmth,
               painting hues of hope into the bleeding blue? 

Listen to the wind sing. Can you hear it
     creating a soft melody from rustling leaves,
          whispering promises etched into tree bark,
               grounding us in the breath we share equitably?

Listen to the wind mumble. Can you hear it
     bowing giant oaks, tickling forest’s green expanse,
          ruffling the mouse’s coat as well as the king’s gold crown,
               leveling an equal, impartial hand to all?

Listen to the wind whisper. Can you hear it
     raising up paper cranes and giving them flight,
          carrying one’s dreams on its placid breezes,
               guaranteeing nothing, yet everything. 

Listen to the wind moan. Can you hear it
     lifting silent prayers, light as dandelion fluff,
          bidding us pause as life’s burdens dissolve?

Siliconed Soul

as things speed up 
at an ever faster clip
they're ready to interrupt
my mind's day nondescript
to mark my thoughts - every tiny blip

and keep them cross-indexed
in a clouded database
kept in the current context
never to be erased
their potential to be raised

and analyze my standard deviation
modeled with statistical certainty
from the belled median population
with a quartered sense of urgency
of sole life's complete transparency

what part of me is mine alone?
can I keep my dreams to myself?
I don't want my soul to be cloned,
duplicated on the data shelf
to increase capitalism's wealth

now every helix of my being
every nuance of my movement
everything's stored just in case
there's a need to erase and replicate
start me all over, guaranteeing

that, like heaven, I'll always exist
on Earthly stored mirror reflection
transcending my own transcendentalist
to be sliced into conic sections
and see if both parts can coexist

partitioned into their own zones
mirror, mirror on the net, let us make a little bet
they'll make me better with a clone
to never give worry or fear or threat
how good can become better an' better an' yet

the supplications for more and more given
ever increasing the prophets standard
inside the chip a much livelier livin'
hooking me to be pimped and pandered
leaving me left in today just hammered

my soul duplicated - my mind and body too
click to agree to fine print, installation is free
downloading too many selves to look through
to know if there ever even was, a real me
turning high aspirations to the lowest degree - money

© Goode Guy 2012-07-17
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Your World of Fear Can Disappear

A hidden world, like a heart's inner word
it cannot be seen, nor can it be heard
everyday of your life, it exists
you try to resist, but it persists

Just as thoughts control one's mind
so too, the will power where one can find
a way to cope, or at least to unwind
from troubles and fears that do so bind

Fear restricts freedom, your mind to explore
it is forcing your happiness into a detour
left is desire to find this calm, and be content
better than suffering, with fear to vent

There is no escape, you feel like your bait
only time now stands, between you and your fate
no respite, whatever you might endeavor to do
knowing those worries, nevertheless, will continue

It plagues your mind, and plagues your soul
hearing inner voices saying, "I told you so"
so once again, withdrawing from that chase
retreating yourself, to your secret hiding place

That place of comfort, and place of security
a location guaranteeing you, your obscurity
time has taught you, you have fine tuned
this is your way, to heal your own wound

Overcoming fear is the only way
it requires patience to wait that day
thinking you can rely, to yourself do you obey
but with time, once again you do go astray

To regain control, of your inner world of fears
you need a friend, with whom to share those tears
someone who has been tested, someone to confide
allowing you to open up, and to no longer hide

A friend who listens, allowing you to mend
on a special someone, whom you've come to depend
that beautiful soul, she alone with her tears
knows that secret, to remove those fears

Your friend for the duration, till the very end
she is not into gossip, nor does she pretend
a bosom soul mate, destroying your world of fears
giving you a listening ear, and her heart that cares

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