Best Honouring Poems
In my hunger,
I saw a hallucination of heaven.
From afar, visions of a golden glow,
lustered, lingering above a crowded crossroad.
This aura of agave aromatherapy,
left an amorous aroma of romantic ruminations,
so I became a devotee, desiring her divinity.
But, such was her evanescent existence,
those effervescent eyes now seem ephemeral.
Adrift in the angst of absence,
I feel the lament of an autumn leaf,
yearning to be evergreen, clinging to your stalk.
Or to sharpen and shape like a tenacious thorn,
honouring your rosso corsa, roseate radiance.
If I was a polyamorous poet,
my abundance of adjectives and alliterations,
would be disloyal like daylight,
so my vibrant vocabulary vows to
allegorise you in my anthology of analogies.
My mellifluous muse, I care not if
your verses are vintage or virginal,
as you are my most memorable metaphor -
the assonance to compliment my consonance.
In your majestic moonlight, I'm fluorescent,
portraying a perpendicular penumbra,
craving for you like a citrine crescent
hoping to become complete.
I'm a bard with a baritone ballad,
blossoming words like spring sepals,
into a boundless bouquet for my beloved,
so remove the veil behind your verbs and
reveal your velvet vermilion lips once more.
There is an alluring art to an aubade.
In an aureolin and amethyst aurora,
our lantern of love will forever scintillate,
serenading in smooth and soothing susurrus sounds,
soaring in a serene sapphire sky,
ascending like a saffron sunrise sonata
and if cumbersome clouds,
colour horizons in charcoal,
delicately descend, pouring in holy drops,
soaking my soul like spilling ink
on unblemished ivory fibers.
Categories:
honouring, assonance, love, romance,
Form:
Alliteration
Ramayana, a Hindu epic,
written by saint Valmiki, in Sanskrit
one of the two largest ancient epics,
the first ever poem ever created
many many centuries ago.
It depicts story of Lord Rama
as a kind, fair, brave, soft spoken,
handsome prince, who had
the kind benevolence of gods.
Himself an avatar of lord Vishnu
he was bestowed with divine,
powerful weapons of gods
to be used to fight evil forces.
He won over his consort, Sita,
daughter of King Janak,
in a 'swayamvar', a competition.
Keeping the tradition of honouring
a given word or promise at all costs,
a tradition of his sun god lineage
he went to forest for fourteen years
obeying his father, King Dashrath
and forsake the throne of Ayodhya
for his younger brother Bharata,
as demanded by Queen Kaikayi,
the mother of Bharatha.
He went to forests
with Sita and younger brother Lakshman.
There, he often killed many demons
who had terrorised and killed saints worshipping
peacefully in their holy monasteries,
on latter's requests.
In the 14th year of his banishment,
along with younger brother Lakshman,
with help from his follower Hanuman,
and, King of monkeys, Sugreev,
he fought with King of Lanka, Ravana
a demon King, who had kidnapped Sita
and had wanted to marry her.
After this victory of right over wrong,
and freeing Sita and killing Ravana
he returned to his kingdom Ayodhya
and became the king himself theteafter.
Ramayana, steeped in morality,
depicts duties of relationships,
portraying characters, ideal in nature,
like ideal son, ideal father, ideal servant,
ideal brother, ideal husband and ideal king.
Ramayana has greatly influenced
Hindu poetry, life and culture, thereafter.
Presenting teachings of ancient Hindu sages
in narrative allegory, it intermixes
philosophical and ethical elements.
The characters of Rama, Sita, Lakshman,
Hanuman, Ravana are still revered and worshipped,
in some of the culturally conscious
South and East Asian nations even today.
Two great Hindu festivals,
Dussehra and Deepawali
are celebrated to mark the victory of good over evil,
in India and elsewhere
with fervor and gaiety, every year.
8.6.2020
Categories:
honouring, inspirational,
Form:
Narrative
John chapter 15 verse 12---
This is my commandment,
That ye love one another, as I have loved you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There’s a wee Kirk overlooking the sea
Lowly and humble but special to me.
Inside is the font where I was baptized
The aisle where I walked with joy in my eyes
The altar we faced when making our vows
With God watching o’er us, then as of now
The brilliant stained windows to Peter and Paul
Shedding their light of peace over all
There in the nave a white marble plaque
Honouring the ones who never came back
But of all of these pleasures that I want to share
Is the presence of love that waits for one there.
Contest: The Church by the Ocean
Sponsor: Constance ~ My Dear Heart ~
Written by : Margaret Foster Sept 26th 2011
Categories:
honouring, nostalgia, religion, love,
Form:
Couplet
We started, all of us, with a dream
A need to be more than we might seem
Add to our lives a bright, new shine
To honour those of an older time
Some few had gathered, one fair day
A party planned, a game to play
A passing fancy to recreate
The lives that have been lost to fate
The players, spent at party's end
Were loathe to join the world again
They wished that they might be so bold
To live as those from times of old
A game, a dream was born that night
And through the darkness spread its light
To many dreamers this dream spoke
And new ideas in them awoke
To re-learn skills, to practice art
And in the chivalry take part
To serve a King both brave and strong
A lady Queen inspiring song
To hear the voices of the bards
To take thy turn amongst the guards
To write the song a kingdom sings
To live with honour in all things
That is what the dreamers saw
The picture that they tried to draw
Though gaming was the simple goal
The dream now had a living soul
Now hundreds strong the armies stand
And face each other on the sand
But once the battle's fought and won
Both friend and foe all stand as one
They sing together of their homes
And bow to one another's thrones
Honouring the bond they share
The common dream that brought them there
The dream that draws us ever in
Calls us to gather once again
To play, once more, our 'let's pretend'
To live the dream that will not end
Categories:
honouring, adventure, beauty, character, community,
Form:
Couplet
Too Many Poppies
I don’t want a poppy
I don’t want a shield
I don’t want to visit
Rows in Flanders Fields
Another young person
Yes a young soldier fell
They laid down their life
What story does it tell
Off to another war
In a far off land
Beaches in Normandy
Blood spilled on the sand
I don’t want a poppy
I don’t want a shield
I don’t want to visit
Rows in Flanders Fields
My heart can’t take it
Fathers, sisters and sons
Why do we choose to sacrifice
Precious innocent ones
Are guns the answer
Where does it all lead
Poppies upon rows
As young soldiers bleed
I don’t want a Poppy
I don’t want a shield
Fighting old men’s battles
Just leads to Flanders Fields
Soldier’s Response
I’ll do my best to defend
this land that I love.
I’ll risk meeting the angels
in heaven above.
Raising our flag of glory
I will gladly do
Even if they take me down
I'll hold it brave and true.
Canada my country
I'll stand by her and fight.
I'll take on its enemies
with all my strength and might.
No matter where I’m sent
I'll proudly make my stand.
To protect my home
Its people and land.
Your picture I hold
Close to my heart
Gives me my strength
When we are apart
Loved ones left at home
Won’t hear our battle cry
Their prayers are the hope
On which our spirits fly
If we don’t make it
Back to our home
Our sacrifice is our gift
In a field marked by a stone
Response to Soldiers
To all of our Soldiers
Who cannot be heard
Your actions and sacrifice
Are the final word
We wear our poppies
Hold our collective breaths
Some questions only answered
By actions and death.
A co-written piece by: Richard Lamoureux and Mark Wayne Shifflet. It was a pleasure to write with Mark.
We wished to point out the absurdity of men resorting to war while still honouring the men and women who so gallantly put their lives on the line to preserve our freedom.
Categories:
honouring, emotions, war,
Form:
Quatrain
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I Jove's nector sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not wither'd be;
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
And sent'st it back to me;
Since when it grows,and smells,I swear,
Not of itself but thee!
Categories:
honouring, best friend,
Form:
Free verse
At Christmas when earth is laden with snow
The world sparkles with a silvery glow
There is an exuberant atmosphere
Of peace, hope and an abundance of cheer.
Bright paper chains hung across the ceiling
Stirring the elating festive feeling
Fir trees magically decorated
An annual custom throughout the ages.
Come all people, o’er the earth
Share the glory of Christ’s birth.
Standing below street lamps, carol singing
The jubilant sounds of church bells ringing
Children waiting with anticipation
Santa’s visit to their habitation.
Chocolate coins displayed upon the tree
The little Father Christmas handkerchief
Placed inside stockings filled with candy treats
For the children, when rousing from their sleep.
Come all people, o’er the earth
Share the glory of Christ’s birth.
Family and friends share the special day
That commemorates Jesus Christ’s birthday
Joyfully merry, all day long they sing
In honouring Jesus, born King of Kings.
In a manger Mary's baby boy lay
Nestled gently on a bed made of hay
Angels watched o’er Jesus day and night
The child who was sent to shine Godly Light.
Come all people, o’er the earth
Share the glory of Christ’s birth.
Categories:
honouring, blessing, christmas, jesus, joy,
Form:
Lyric
STOICISM
Axis of my life is stoicism.
Dreaming ceaseless till fulfilment.
My pivot fixed on pessimism.
Moral values to implement.
Progressing with my head erect.
Axis of my life is stoicism.
Sublime soul always to direct
each step of mine on dynamism.
Honouring my idealism
to depend on self confidence.
Axis of my life is stoicism
confronting conflict and hindrance.
Failure ignored to overcome.
Bubbling rippling enthusiasm.
Challenge of life, always to welcome.
Axis of my life is stoicism.
Categories:
honouring, how i feel, life,
Form:
Quatern
Multicultural Britain
(An Unapologetic Statement)
Two “Festivals of Light” there are
Each and every year
The Jewish have their Hanukah
And Hindus their Diwali cheer
The end of Ramadan brings Eid il Fitr
The Muslim fasting's passed
The Welsh National Eisteddford
Culture, craft, songs not surpassed
There is the pagan Betain
That Celtic Festival of Fire
And the famous summer Solstice
Stonehenge, druids and sun inspire
Halloween crosses boundaries
Between Christian and Heathen
Leading on into November
Honouring death and ghosts of men
But amid all this Britain is
A bastion of Christianity
While accepting all religions
They too should be made to see
That in our tolerance still we stand
With our ceremonies and feasts in tact
Our Lent, Easter and Christmas
This is a simple statement of fact
Please don’t tread upon these rights
Which we’ve defended for years
Don’t rename our traditions
And cause confusion or trite fear
The Godless in society
Can rant and claim new ground
But faith is our foundation
And that foundation is very sound
So it IS a Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year too
The Scots can call is Hogmanay
Because they have and always do
It is a happy holiday
To all despite their creed
To each give them utmost respect
In thought and word and deed
But let us all remember
Respect is a two way street
Do not dictate our policies
Among people that you meet
This country was here before you came
And settled on these shores
This is the British way of life
That you’ve chosen, now, as yours
So let the religions flourish
And none to those who’ve none
And live in total harmony
Until our time is done
Categories:
honouring, appreciation, celebration, christian, christmas,
Form:
Verse
Closed eyes in world of sweet dreams,
With waving smiles & dancing echoes of sensuality,
My wish winding your squashy lips in excitement,
Creating wobble in the heart of perpetuality.
Your senses will sense that uncanny knack,
Where my wits will arrest that zest honouring you as a thief,
Your sleep will submerge in island of my mischievous deeds,
No seriousness, no promises….only play and mischief.
Pillow will generate a feel of my lap,
Initiating a pursuit for a hand of mine,
The air will dissolve sensational passion in your eyes,
Even the Water in your mouth will turn as wine.
Then your motionless body will run through my eyes,
Scattering every touch in garden of flowerious sensations,
Your lips will confirm it with a smile,
Every second will instil inside you ….elations.
Then my moon will try to rise inside the blanket,
Shyness will rain in draughtiest atmosphere,
The universe will emit syrupy sensations,
Your ear will touch my breadth loud and clear.
Finally my lips will scrub your cheeks,
When you were flying in sky yet sleeping with dreams umpteen,
Suddenly you will open my world through your eyes,
Then a wind will kiss your forehead to say “Goodnite my queen”
Categories:
honouring, fantasy, girlfriend-boyfriend, world, universe,
Form:
Romanticism
Dangling in between my legs was my stoned tail
Making every effort to peep out of the zip
Just appreciate the the glory of God displaying wonders right in its presence in our solitude.
Salivating was my mouth
As my lips and tongues will not stop hitting each other, all calling for a taste of their tantalizing counterparts
And just like magic
God of make way intervened,
Like a dream come true
The tantalizing object came closer right there in our solitude
Without no further argument, we both were in our birthday suit
Revealing unto each other the hidden treasures of the most high
The sight of her curves and edges gave a tremendous satisfaction to my tail
While it stood straight in its massiveness and hugeness honouring the presence of its doom
On her knees she went
Like a chorister holding microphone
She held my thirsty tail
In no minute, a remix of Hallelujah Chorus was being sang
This time, with no clear notes but sounds
With my vocal cord adding violin effect to the sound
In a blink of an eye,
We were both drenched in her soft saliva
Running down like an erosion.
With no further hesitation, her curves were in my palms
Causing a friction between her succulence and softness and my long standing hardness
In and out it moved
With every entrance appeared different effect
With some came high pitch
While some, low pitch
And suddenly I was woken up by my cold warm underwear
Then it became obvious I have been dreaming!
Oh what a fantasy!
©ABSOL
Categories:
honouring, adventure, imagination, romantic, romantic
Form:
Free verse
They fought with grit to save the nation,
From poverty, squalor and infidelity,
And when they marched it was the Nazi’s or them,
Who would suffice to keep their dignity.
The Second was really over the same as the First:
The freedom and equality that democracies offer;
Hitler was not to rule the freethinking lands,
Which representative governments quietly did proffer.
Their Ladies’ which, it was said, almost flew themselves,
Were engineered by women as superior planes;
Through dogfight and bullet, over occupied territories -
The pilots exploded German ammunition trains.
Rhoda Monihan
Categories:
honouring, dedication, history, memorial day,
Form:
Rhyme
When I laid upon my bed last night,
I saw this glare that shone so bright.
Coming through the sides of my window shade,
it shone onto the bed from where I laid.
Tempted to know just what was the cause,
I looked out my window to see what it was.
I was thrilled to see where the light was from,
was my guardian angel from heaven he had come.
Looking over me each day and will throughout life,
he spoke of these holy words of advice:
"Life's not all about money,
and it's not all about fame.
But following the right path,
and honouring thy Father's name.
Fear not the evil,
for God's with you night and day.
And do good through all of your days,
and his home's where you'll remain to stay."
When he gave me a smile then slowly disappeared,
I waited for a moment in hopes he'd re-appear.
I saw nothing but the scenes of my backyard,
along with some trees and just a few stars.
Though life's preety hard and I'll always remain tough,
I'll know God's by my side if things get too rough.
If I follow the advice on that I heard,
I'll be among those angels and along with the Lord.
Categories:
honouring, faith, me,
Form:
Pastoral
Only a thought, a simple glimmer
An attempt at honouring a creator
An artist, a soliliquy in his brushstroke
His stolid demeanour many thoughts provoke
His unusual honesty naked at best
His lot be ended yet his memory attests
Without a doubt his mastery he met
An "Indian woman with umbrella" I view
And infallibly my curiosity it drew
From her downcast eyes
To her weathered boots
The umbrella signifies a hint of modernisation
Yet her look is a contradiction in my amateur opinion
It reminds me of me in this country I live in
Where my hue has me abandoned although
It is where my grandparents did grow
Sombre looking with no trace of arrogance
Unlike so many others time has surpassed
I look in the corner at the artists scrawled initials
And plan to remember this painting incredible
T.C Cannon is this artist's name
And now I hear just his art remains . . .
Categories:
honouring, dedicationme, me,
Form:
Ekphrasis
A spark of life
Fire in my belly
Giving what I have
Serving you
Honouring, who I truly am
Loving you, in return
Categories:
honouring, beautiful, beauty, courage, devotion,
Form:
Free verse