Best Honoring Poems
Christmas carols are being sung,
As bells are joyfully being rung,
Heralding the Christ Child’s birth,
As Christmas Day, we celebrate with mirth.
But lets think of Joseph and Mary now,
As they must find an Inn, they vow.
All are full, where will they go,
As Mary is nigh, a holy child to bestow.
A stable they see before them,
With sheep and lambs, they hurry in,
The time is almost now,
When many holy men will bow.
A manger is turned into a crib,
A bird above sings cheep, cheep, cheep,
Straw, Joseph lays in the manger,
The baby cries,
This story I have often heard,
Tears always fill my eyes.
A star shines brightly in the sky,
Three wise men see it way up high.
They follow it to the holy babe,
Who with miracles one day,
Would pave the way,
For faith in ever lasting life.
The Wise Men from the East they came
With one ambition,
Gold, frankincense and myrrh they brought,
To honor the Christ child
Was their mission.
Shepherds saw the star and also came
To Bethlehem to bring the Christ child
Gifts of faith and love, gratitude
And devotion, all spiritual gifts,
The distance traveled by these lowly
Folk my soul did stir,
My spirit pounded, His birth heralded
With heavenly angelic flair.
As the Christ child grew into a man,
Jesus his name, He sent forth
Disciples of his faith,
Who spread the Christian faith,
As he so often preached and saith.
Tania Kitchin deserves to be honored for her courage. If you would like to honor her, send me your thoughts in couplet form. Thanks.
I have some recognition that I'd like to bring forth to all.
Thanks to Tania for having our backs and standing tall.
I’m proud of your character and standing up for what you believe.
I just want to say you’re awesome, and I hope you never leave.
Mark Koplin
Tania Kitchin, cheers to you for writing with lucidity
Your poem of the day carried its weight with validity
For the courage to write the truth, you were chided
But you should've been praised and not derided
Tania, you're being honored for taking a stand
You didn't merit the need for a harsh reprimand
Jenna Logan
I thought that I’d better pitch in
adding support for Tania Kitchin
She wrote her lines straight from the heart
though the POTD honour was soon to depart
I feel there was no need to apologize
Cos nasty soup trolls we all despise
Jan Allison
Why reprimand Tania? this really isn’t right
She was only highlighting not starting up a fight
My support I bring to this wee collab
Your back...so stand tall, we have it, we have!
Angela Tune
When confronted by trolls and bullies, Tania will speak her mind
A lady of integrity and steel, I think that you will find.
She like many of us here wants a quiet life without any fuss
And if what she wrote that day was wrong then I'm Sparticus.
Tom Cunningham
She rises above a pool of twilight blue,
The water glimmering liquid crystal
Fluid as an oiled navel which brightens her flesh,
That inside pure eyes, mist radiates
On her curve, and frost trickles heavily across
Dampened lips …blending with manly scent.
A gush shudders at the rhythm of her depth
While the anima of his raw grace, such kindness
Transforms her outline into a Borealis
Laying on a nightglow of lace and hemp …
Till male and woman become undefined,
Aligned through his surrender to a feminine
Seed , as the water continues bathing them
In the discovery of astral glow… like so,
The sweet vapor within her body rains
------ and his tears
Fall upon her quivering pores,
Honoring the fertile goddess within.
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Anima- “ Every man carries within him
The eternal image of a woman.”—Carl Jung
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Panagiota Romios
Spirited, elaborate and gracefully
She weaves with ease her poetry
Wistful, yet strong, carries her own
A starry queen on her exalted thrown
She writes to please
Puts minds at ease
Cinnamon and peppermints, I wish her well
Flowers and dance for mademoiselle
A true patriot, all Americana
A loving mother and Nana
Sadly, I drifted away from the poetess
Too busy in my world of selfish distress
Engaging in on a realization
That she fights for all and on occasion
At worldly events she has a feel
Who can dishonor a woman so real
I’ll read her poems and hear her song
The innocent lady, whose was right all along
I went back to the farm seeking Maggie, only to find that she had gone.
Searching for shelter from the storm.
Another sad eyed lady, laid low, who foretold of forlorn love,
and removed my crown of thorns.
As the evening grew and light subdued, though not dark yet,
a hard rain began to fall.
A black crow sat on a scarecrow playing his tambourine,
and all the answers went blowing in the wind.
You realized there are no more alibis, you now know the direction home,
though born far too late.
No longer homesick, you finally untangled it, like a rolling stone,
and blamed that simple twist of fate.
Queen Mary, still in curls, and flag unfurled,
will always remain a friend to you.
Your harmonica aches, Just like a woman child breaks,
Reminding they're all over now, those baby blues.
With hands always busy and feet always swift,
You always wished us a joyful heart.
You taught us that in love, just as in life:
Sometimes you are the artist, and sometimes you are the art.
A tribute to Bob Dylan on his birthday the 24th of May.
Oh, sweet friend your comments
are always encouraging;
I can hear your delightful words
filled with genuineness
and admiration!
As one of my favorite poets,
I admire and praise your work
and its uniqueness of style
that makes you stand out
and brilliantly shine!
My thanks to you, dear PD
for taking your invaluable time
and comment on my poetry;
here's a wish for continued success:
I hope you'll keep your pen flowing
and marvel me some more!
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 5/25/ 2013
11/10/2023
I have never had to give up my home,my town, my family in any war.
That was done for me, by willing, brave heroes, who have gone afar!
Courageous women and men, who loved mankind.
They left pets, beloved family and homes behind!.
They knew that America had to protect a flag of red, white and blue.
No matter what country, you are now in, they died for you and your
country, too!
Herr Hitler might have become the ruler of all free countries as well.
Heroes were buried in your country, so peaceful now, in green fields
with Sunday bells.
Heroes such as these are why religion and speech are so marvelously free.
Don’t let a single person nor power group, rob thee of these.
Enemies start worldwide, with controls, they rule..don’t need guns!
Allowing lies, murder and a brave, crooked world to have its evil ryn.
So don’t let military service and young deaths disappear in vain.
They lie in simple, quiet graves, in moonlit cemeteries, in the crying rain..
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I’ve always been attracted, really,
By the other side of the mirror,
To find the white rabbit,
from Alice in Wonderland,
Playing croquet with the queen,
Not knowing where the world is going,
To embrace Juliet and Miss Cunegund,
Seal fishing in Alaska,
I’ve always been attracted, really,
By the other side of the mirror,
Having tea at the madhouse,
to listen to the advice of the silkworm,
The poet lives in strawberry pies.
7
Who stole my Christmas present?
The toy box, the stuffed animal,
Comanche’s headdress,
The red fire truck,
I saw time fly by the window,
She’s not my little sister,
Nor the matchmaker,
Is it Lucille, playing piano ?
Who stole my Christmas present?
Davy Crockett’s panoply,
The pretty steam locomotive, stupid,
The jumping balloon and its dreams,
I saw time fly by the window,
Her song was too beautiful for ordinary words
Ending it on a sweet note that no heart ever forgot
Remembering her for offering a priceless gift
Seems right to praise her for a big heart without greed
Pop music and opera were the two things she loved
Immense was forgiveness when wrong made her sad
Regret for not having loved enough was a silly guilt
Incredible was her enthusiasm towards all children
Total discipline she demanded like soldiers in combat
All but pain mom withheld from me, trust was the essence
Lording over others with equality was pure nobility
Illness invaded her body, but she battled it with fortitude
Vigilance averted danger in foreseen things others ignored
Extraordinary was the faith she was placed in me learning values
Another mom couldn't have been be more thoughtful that she was
"Nonna" the grandchildren called her when they came to visit
Dear were those happy angels she proudly hugged and kissed
Seeing her fragility towards the end, one thought of her death
Though she suffered, she wished to share a delightful thought
Innovating was her style of looking at elegant things
Love secured by confidence, was an embrace of joy
Limpid eyes as skies gazed over to impart comfort
" Live with honesty " was a motto that identified her integrity
Indeed her words were full of fairness and humanity
Vengeance never shone on that face of endless humility
Endurance was learned by kindness, not by rage
Spiritual advice was a spring of lasting knowledge
Copyright 2015 ( c ) by Andrew Crisci
Plant vines of affirmation
honoring one’s self esteem,
nothing can quell an essence
that is whole and calm.
Contest Written for Silent One
Syllables of Wisdom 2
1/14/2016
There was a crossed line long ago
that showed me all I need to know .
Upon my journey boldly drawn
when boundaries were almost gone,
and midnight's inky crochet shawl
ripped my esteem on thinning pall,
with confidence of might have been
the far off light that I had seen.
When lines trespass my space, to raid,
I'll guard borders which were mislaid
to stop pleasing each friend or kin;
as false care harms real love within .
Though kindness can be quite sublime
in the name of my own graced time,
the warm embrace of honesty
will always drift back tenderly.
Lewis Raynes' Your Best Honest Poem
Resubmitted 9/19/2016
In this now troubled world, man’s hope falls,
as dire need for peace remains unsettled
even besieged: and awakening voices roar,
to soothe nights of delirium, of alarm…
While I , a mere mortal among all races
flame my hands, writing about indigent children,
terrorism, heinous crimes which scar beings---
beyond these, my heart weeps when egregious
plunder of nature inflicts the environ!
Though nations mediate, the obtuse reasoning
of leaders consecrate their holy gifts as ego
those masks guileful as puppetry to obscure avarice…
For the deepening of collective oneness resides
in a delicate yet brave spirit, perhaps unseen--
faith’s light enkindling this hunger for unity
maybe, laying global discord to rest.
8/30/2019
For John Hamilton's Eight word challenge 9 Contest
“Honoring the Poet”
So little time
To make words fly.
Our time on earth
To speak our words.
Blessed is the man
Who makes birds fly.
Blessed is the woman
Who makes men cry.
So little time
To speak our minds.
So little time
To make words fly.
"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that."—Martin Luther King Jr.
Honoring Dr King
Loneliness
Odious
Violence
Eliminator
Did I ever tell you about the sad poet,
Who couldn't write zilch, but he didn't know it?
He tried to claim Dr. Seuss as his muse,
But everyone knew it was just an excuse.
The poor fellow tried writing the marvelous way,
That for Dr. Seuss was as easy as play.
I fear the truth is, he had nothing to say.
His lines were mish-mash and he ran out of cash.
He was so distraught his strong teeth he would gnash.
He groaned, "Dr. Seuss was more clever than I.
My verse just gets worse, the more harder I try."
You will find him typing at end of the day
Still trying to create in the Dr. Seuss way.