Best Highest Poems
I once bowled a three hundred and one
Someone told me that couldn't be done
I said, "I've done it before...
When I had bowled my high score...
I had bowled a three hundred...and WON"
Written: November 24, 2024, for Contest: Sponsored by: Sigrid Ermine
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Shadows dance as dreams collide,
The gavel falls, in a thunderous stride.
Dollars rise like autumn leaves,
A trembling hand, a heart that believes.
The top bidder passionately claims,
A trophy of acquire, a fleeting name.
Yet beyond a glimmer of a polished facade,
Lurk complexities that prick and prod.
Is the bargain lovely like spring's first bloom?
Do they hide in a coming doom?
In the excitement of the chase.
Was the value eclipsed by rush of race?
A rollercoaster ride, every surge a delight,
Yet plummet shadows dwell just out of sight.
What glittering promise, what gilded allure,
When contracts are inked, are they truly secure?
The shatter of dreams, like glass in a quake,
Can haunt a soul, the tether will break,
Calamity waits in the wings of the grand,
As fortune's fingers weave destinies unplanned.
In the depths of the deal, in the fine print, they sigh,
“What if the status was merely a lie?”
For the highest bidder, consumed by ambition,
Forgot, in their haste, the weight of tradition.
For while fortune may smile, fortune may jest,
Securing the prize can unearth the unrest.
In the fervent pursuit, in pursuit of the gleam,
Sometimes the hardest lesson is naught as it seems.
So here lies the message, the heart that should stir,
The value of life cannot simply confer,
We chase after treasures, the swift and the bright,
Yet lose track of the joys that dance in plain sight.
Consider the shadows, the whispers, the cost,
The moments unclaimed are too precious, not lost.
For the highest bidder, in glitz and glamour,
May find the simplest joys are the truest treasures.
Thank You for today
These simple words I do pray
That all find Your Way
When Mother Mary and St. Joseph brought baby Jesus to the temple for His presentation and consecration
A devout man named Simeon proclaimed big things about the life of their Son
An Ominous aside
He told Mother Mary that she would be pierced with a sword
That isn’t quite the fortune a sweet mother wants to hear
Yet Mother Mary accepted her fate
Just as gracefully as she did
When she learned she was pregnant
Her acceptance reminds us that love is an honor and a privilege
When we love deeply, we make ourselves vulnerable to deep pain
This is the finest pain of all
Sacrifice of the highest order
Eternal God will equip as to love like this
Eternal God will comfort us when it hurts
Why do they do it?
Put up with chilling
winds and blinding
blizzards.
I try to warn them
but they don't listen.
Is it their ego that
blinds their fate?
Men always strive
to be at the top of
their game. This isn't
a game it's real.
They come by the
thousands, risking
their lives.
I do everything
I can to stop them,
but then again I'm
just here minding
my own business.
I've seen them
all loose their breath!
Get frostbitten
hands and feet!
Why do they want
to face death?
I have seen them
die. They still come.
I feel their special
steel shoes digging
into me! What I hate
most is their egotistical
mindset of conquering!
They are fools to
challenge me. I
sometimes win!
Let me introduce
myself to you. Maybe
You have heard of me.
I'm Mount.
Mount Everest that is.
Please to meet you.
Michael Tor 10/5/2015
When our Kids make us smile....
"Mama, Miss Sandra is Number one and Miss Jennifer is number two.
What does that mean?"
"I don't know"
"I know. It means Miss Sandra is the PeePee and Miss Jennifer is the PooPoo"
the highest treetop--
is mirrored through the clear eyes
of a small firefly
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of Shadow Hamilton
A delicate balance held under
one cool breeze warmed by the sun
Frailty in love fragrantly echoes
deeply carried on birds song
Peace and serenity holds the air
on a vapor trailing thought
Looking around at heather blossoms
withering caught in a web
Silent blowing warm brushing whispers
rustling through the trees golden
Baby blue dressed with mother of pearl
clouds scatter the sky sparsely
Star of the sea beautiful vessel
sails upon salted remains
Your music plays the sweetest strings tug
swims to the heart in each beat
In my arms In my world
She is my highest peak
On her time In her hold
My heart beats to her tick
When I’m lost When I’m cold
Her warm breath I shall seek
In her love Grey and old
Upstream into her creek
In her love Truth be told
My lightning bolt when I'm weak
In her smile I am sold
My remedy when I'm a wreck
When I’m proud When she speaks
I shall listen as I should
Beautiful and Bold May we live
To the mating of our souls
In the night On her moon
Float beyond Mars
To our dreams In our cocoon
To where we finally become stars
In due time In her womb
May she rebirth me a father
In our home Underneath our tomb
May our hair shed together
On her time In her hold
My heart beats to her tick
In my arms In my world
She is my highest peak
*Image of Best Startups by WMaga.
Madah: Highest Be Praised
Yes, praise be to the Highest,
Yes, praise be to the Highest above them all,
Praise be true to the king that rule,
Praise be the realm his people's home,
Praise be the milestone a king and his throne,
Yes, praise be to the Highest,
Yes, praise be to the Highest above them all,
Praise be an empire, built by love's desire,
Praise be passing looks of history books,
Praise be an emperor empire's virtuous measurer,
Yes, praise be to the Highest,
Yes, praise be to the Highest above them all,
Praise be to our Lord of the Most High!
2022 August 26
My highest ever accolade
By my daughter to me was paid
When she sweetly said to me
“Mama, I love your poetry
Now that we have some free time
Read to me one of your rhymes
And Mama, you write so well
You have great stories to tell
But Mama, please write of me
That would make me so happy.”
The one who is my heart and soul
With this comment made me whole
What sweeter praise can I hear
Than those from her lips so dear
My daughter is my pride and joy
I wrongly guessed it was a boy
But God gave me a precious girl
She’s Mama’s most precious pearl
The highest accolade for me
Is that she loves my poetry!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
As candidate of popularity contest
In generating school fund was like a test
I’ve witnessed my parents' full support
Selling big grilled chicken was their last resort.
We got lots of visitors who came to bid
My dad pleaded, “Please do this for my kid!”
From ten thousand pesos, old men bid higher
Closed at fifty thousand, I was the winner!
At School Foundation Day, they crowned me queen
Teachers bought brooms, dust pans and garbage bins
We thanked the rich man for buying our chicken,
In returned, he asked us to court my dad’s sister, Len.
The Peaceful Shepherd
--- by Robert Frost
If heaven were to do again,
And on the pasture bars,
I leaned to line the figures in
Between the dotted stars,
I should be tempted to forget,
I fear, the Crown of Rule,
The Scales of Trade, the Cross of Faith,
As hardly worth renewal.
For these have governed in our lives,
And see how men have warred.
The Cross, the Crown, the Scales may all
As well have been the Sword.
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DECIDED A FEW MINUTES AGO, TO WRITE MY TRIBUTE, TO THIS GREAT POEM BY ROBERT FROST....
If Life Was Lived, With Truth The Highest Goal
If life could be lived in blessed total peace,
And love of evil ever dare to cease,
We could enjoy much more the moon and stars,
and fear far less the mind made prison bars.
If we but found sweet truth a worthy friend,
ally in our long journey to the end,
Blessed weight upon honor's majestic scales,
clearly heaven sent, one that never fails.
Righteousness, delivers its on winning path,
against dark foes and evil's constant wrath,
We see man finds easiest - lust and greed,
and thinks too often violence solves his needs.
If life was lived, with truth the highest goal
Man would never have heart as black as coal.
Robert Lindley- 10-08-2016
What is our highest good
as parents,
grandparents,
children of WiseElder mentors,
mountains and valleys,
sun and moon,
planets and plants,
clouds and rivers,
trees and toads,
eagles and dragonflies,
and occasionally parents.
How do we kindly,
with integrity,
invite ourselves
our families
our tribes
and communities
toward more resilient polycultural health,
restoring justice as local through global peace,
reforesting PositivEnergy CoOperative Democracy
wherever our eyes
are happy to see?
How do we support ourselves
and our families
and resilient communities
in staying away from
pathological dangers,
chaos opposing integrity
by marketing itself
with pretentious
mendacious Theory.
There could be no chaos theory
any more than there could be an unorganized
thoroughly dissonant system.
Where will our great grandchildren
look back to find
their most resonantly healthy WiseElder Allies?
How will they frame their,
and our WinWin game,
Great Transitional gratitude
of and for healthy ZeroZone
polycultural regeneration
across space
and through time?
Our best bicameral balancing LeftYang Self
with RightYin not-not Sacred EarthSoul.
PositivEnergy Spirit
of LeftBrain EcoCentric imagination
resiliently resonant ZeroZone WinWin
co-arising EgoYang-EcoYinYin
EarthSoul DNA-RNA Zero-Sum Solidarity
rapture memories.
PolyPathic Left
co-arising
co-gravitating
dualdark YinSquared speed of light=PositivEnergy Yang,
polyphonically resonant,
double-binding Yang/Yin ZeroSum EarthSoul,
Resilient Heart-Theory
of ZeroSum co-arising
Prime Ta(0) Relationship.
Something in this notUniversal-notUnitarian bilateral integrity frame
ZeroSum Tit for Tat
is where I best care for my WinWin self
and best mentor my kids
to bilaterally engage
multicultural imagination
with healthy co-empathic memory
Memories reconnecting
reconsidering
reweaving
redeeming
our best cooperative highest good
for ourselves
for our families
for our schools
and communities
of WiseElder mutual support
with our plants
for this mutual holonically secular/sacred EarthSouled Tribe
Revolving together cooperatively
or further apart LeftBrain competitively
on our EarthBound
resilient
health journey
toward EarthSoul wealth.
The house came with ghosts.
Not the subtle kind, either—no
wistful sighs or cool drafts,
just full-blown poltergeist tantrums.
Cabinets slamming at 2 a.m.,
spectral remnants of old arguments
rattling the windows, the smell
of burnt toast no matter
how thoroughly they scrubbed.
Still, the buyer had insisted,
"It’s got good bones."
And it was true: the skeletons
were stable in their stasis.
Antique mahogany banisters
curved like ribcages cradling
the heart of the house. Windows
leaded with panes' frames
mettle enough to turn an afternoon
light into prayers. A fireplace
cozy enough to roast the marrow
of an ox into paralysis without
its animal sense even noticing.
But bones have a way of remembering.
She hadn’t counted on the ruinous
creaks of staircases groaning
as if mourning her descent into ruts.
Nor the basement walls whispering
stock tips from the 1920s—sell
steel; buy radium.
She certainly hadn’t considered
the attic, where—let’s just say
she never liked Victorian dolls,
and now she likes them even less.
Why buy? Why outbid?
Pride, mostly. The rollercoaster
of the auction, the plummet
into calamity sweetened by
elbowing the slick realtor
with his laminated grin. The thrill
of the gavel’s fall, the weight
of a binding contract. She didn’t care
about the dangers of yellow wallpaper
or the weeds growing through the parlor floor.
She didn’t even really need shelter.
But sometimes the juiciest deals
aren’t made with forethought,
only with hunger.
And what’s the value of hunger
without a little haunting to shatter
your comfortable sense of status?