Best Hosts Poems
With Enchanting Winds, Her Pledged Guarding Hosts
In yonder land a princess lives,
With gentle winds her guarding host;
Suitors gaze as her beauty gives
Her sweet elegance, all the toast!
Yon dark castle, Dread lays in wait,
Its black anger, hating her charms;
Vows he, her enslavement tis Fate
Tho' it be by great force of arms!
For her kind heart it wants to bleed;
Savage her and sate its evil,
Yet Fate, grants mercy to her need
destroys this monster primeval!
In yonder land a princess lives,
With gentle winds her guarding host;
Suitors gaze as her beauty gives
Her sweet elegance, all the toast!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-19-2017
Poetry form,
Lin Crazy Eights, Tail-Rhyme , 100 words
Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 128
Total # Words: 100
Categories:
hosts, art, creation, princess, repetition,
Form:
Rhyme
When it boils down to the truth taking a platform
the words Jesus speaks deeply to me
Most assuredly I say to you
before Abrabham was I am
there is no one before Him or after Him
In my books He is Alpha and Omega
clearly from this statement our Lord says
I am the first and I am the last
besides Me there is no God
Picking up the stones under blasphemy laws
being a man trying to make yourself a god low key
speaks for itself the worth you attach to life
for what works do you label someone
is it for the value or beliefs held inside
for every attack is on Love by hate
and our King holds the keys of Hades and of Death
Categories:
hosts, baptism, blessing, faith, god,
Form:
Narrative
Sitting In Darkness, Demons Are The Hosts
On edge, can not see CLEAR sun as it shines
rather seek blood letting from prickly vines
No rhyme or reason, enters such lost mind
just misery and pain- of the worst kind
Into deep valleys, filled with raging ghosts
sitting in darkness, demons are the hosts
Foraging for rope- to hang, end it all
there, unmindful of any healing call
Found, greatest bliss in saturating pain
praying, another desert with no rain
When last shadow brings WITH IT, that last chance
ask for no music but get up and dance
On edge, can not see dear Life as it shines
Step back on the Path, leave those prickly vines
Robert J. Lindley, 10-08-2016
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 15 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 110
Note- Most of these verses came to me in a dream...
Could remember all but the last two...
Had to search to find that ending mere minutes ago..
Categories:
hosts, art, dark, evil, lost,
Form:
Sonnet
Jasmine stint scented plants
appreciate it textured colored perennial
Plants botanic garden hyacinth
Beautiful colored bright abundant fragrant
Sweeten smells and delight blue flower soft pink pedals
Magnolia evergreen, wisteria pergola purple wall
Fragrant faint to overpowering
Tubela freesia shades white orange
Red blue yellow lavender balloons traces
Sweet sweet scent outdoor Oasis
Slow princess
Dark Knight honeysuckles yellow variety flowers
Late summer followed by bright red berries
Scarlet Red light apricot pink double flower
Scented rose roses by many names yet arose a rose
Phlox several shades of pink
Aa lots of white Salmon purple red bi colors parts
Of a mixed border large swass for impact
On a pure White tile variety fragrant
Spring summer time lilac sturdy little shrub
Shades of white with pink purple drought blooms all season long
attracting pollinators with deep purple flowers
Awesome that have orange throats fragrant out
Of matter spicy host
Perennial Rossi dark green foldage
Lo! peony liken of a fuller rose bud pure
White blooms with grimson flex heirlooms
with gorgeous mimi mix of pink double blooms
A truest scented voice
Fragranted perfumed floral hosts~
3/6/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Categories:
hosts, analogy, appreciation, flower,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Being gregarious by nature, they are not exempted
“No man is an island;” such they take as truth-prompted…
Hence, Partee and Friendee never want to be afflicted
by gatherings’ constrained, though they are affected.
With pandemic-caused community lockdown enforcement
Partee and Friendee never find themselves bereft of enjoyment
since their social media acumen and active involvement
pave way to their faith-access* for connectivity’s social engagement.
Midst rigorous health protocol compliance, they strive to reach out
transformed from being “party animals” to volunteer workers, no doubt
for prayer fellowships, their hearts beseech God toward goodness-route
to bless their worship services, giving praises to the Lord, with divine shout.
Today, Partee, together with Friendee becomes an avid “watch party” host
for livestreaming pursuits to spread the Gospel in every coast
they are led with wisdom and might of the Holy Ghost
while their followers are blessed with Bible verses they post.
*Romans 5:2 By whom also we have access by faith into this grace wherein we stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God.
December 20, 2020
3rd place, "PARTY FOLK" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward; judged on 12/31/2020.
Categories:
hosts, blessing, christian, devotion, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
The NBA's on NBC and CBS
on Christmas Day
Holiness is Big Time Sports ~
24/7 coming your way
Categories:
hosts, christmas, satire, sports, technology,
Form:
Rhyme
Life, it is said, does evolve after our demise
Life can beget Heaven as its prize
Or Hell as its torment
Or even a fall back to Earth, to its own detriment
Life is full of surprises
See when one does think that darkness would win
One does see that the sun over a new day does rise
Only to make sure one does end up being more wise
Pray, life does be mystery,
It is made up of more than one accessory
Like ghosts
Ghosts, this world's invisible hosts!
Why, I do battle with ghosts everyday
Ghosts from my past
Ghosts who, to me, they do say
Pray, to us and to our memories you should cling on fast
For with us, someday, you shall be back
With us, yes, in the celestial realms and then, only then
We shall give you your heart back
For we do have it kept closed in our safe
Why, ghosts of such kind scare me not
Ghosts of such kind do be with the one who does guide us in our fate
Ghosts who are not really ghosts
But beings of light, muses of poetry, muses of delight
Why, I do come from a land which I have forgotten not
A land ruled by the One Great Being
My heart does beat only for Him
My heart does bear this life, only for Him
While this world does be temporary and transient
The other one does provide youth and life in permanent
So I shall not bother about life here
Rather, I shall make sure that to my ghosts, or my muses, I do adhere
Muses of love, muses of words, muses bringing sooth to the soul
Muses who do give me some joy in this world
Muses who scare me not
Muses who do make of me a poet
Among them does be the one I yearn for
My lover, my ruler, the One the whole world does adore
Yes, ghosts do call out to me from afar
Pray, forget not that you do belong not in this realm, they do say
Why, ghosts shall haunt me as long as I do live
For I have not an ounce of faith for this world
Of course, only to my duty shall I cater
Yes, of course, only as long as I shall be here!
Life does evolve after our demise
Pray, for the dead shed not any tears
Rather, remember that you shall be with them
For a new journey, or to catch up on some long lost wasted time!
Categories:
hosts, beauty, god, poetess, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Martial Translations
Coq au vin (Cook or wine)
by Martial, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
1.
Hosts always invite you to dinner, Phoebe,
but are you merely an éclair to the greedy?
2.
Hosts always invite you to dinner, Phoebe,
but are you tart Amaro to the greedy?
Amaro is an after-dinner liqueur thought to aid the digestion after a large meal.
3.
Hosts always invite you to dinner, Phoebe,
but are you an aperitif to the greedy?
4.
Hosts always invite you to dinner, Phoebe,
but they’re pimps to the seedy.
Ad cenam invitant omnes te, Phoebe, cinaedi.
mentula quem pascit, non, puto, purus *****est.
You ask me why I love fresh country air?
You're not befouling it, mon frère.
—Martial, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
1.
You’ll find good poems, but mostly poor and worse,
my peers being “diverse” in their verse.
2.
Some good poems here, but most not worth a curse:
such is the crapshoot of a book of verse.
Sunt bona, sunt quaedam mediocria, sunt mala plura
quae legis hic: aliter non fit, Auite, liber.
He undertook to be a doctor
but turned out to be an undertaker.
Chirurgus fuerat, nunc est uispillo Diaulus:
coepit quo poterat clinicus esse modo.
1.
The book you recite from, Fidentinus, was my own,
till your butchering made it yours alone.
2.
The book you recite from I once called my own,
but you read it so badly, it’s now yours alone.
3.
You read my book as if you wrote it,
but you read it so badly I’ve come to hate it.
Quem recitas meus est, o Fidentine, libellus:
sed male cum recitas, incipit esse tuus.
Recite my epigrams? I decline,
for then they’d be yours, not mine.
Ut recitem tibi nostra rogas epigrammata. Nolo:
non audire, Celer, sed recitare cupis.
I do not love you, but cannot say why.
I do not love you: no reason, no lie.
Non amo te, Sabidi, nec possum dicere quare:
hoc tantum possum dicere, non amo te.
You’re young and lovely, wealthy too,
but that changes nothing: you’re a shrew.
Bella es, nouimus, et puella, uerum est,
et diues, quis enim potest negare?
Sed cum te nimium, Fabulla, laudas,
nec diues neque bella nec puella es.
Keywords/Tags: Martial, Latin, translation, epigram, hosts, dinner, meal, food, drink, wine, addiction, house, host, dessert
Categories:
hosts, addiction, drink, food, house,
Form:
Epigram
Ghosts, Hosts’ with the mostest
In the House of the dead, Ghost's roam their home they once lived before becoming spirits.
Crickets serenaded near their catacomb; Tree's creek buried deep in loam from the breeze.
Serving Cores light and blue cheese balls to Fairies visiting from the mores.
A Burmese python chasing mice on the splintering wooden floor.
Gargoyle's crash through a trap door causing an uproar as witches with big sores riding brooms zoom down the fireplace.
Unicorns give chase to Gryphon wearing lace around their chins.
A Golem and an Ogre sit quietly talking to one another giving off a stomach-churning odor.
Centaurs fought a banshee shrieking so loudly cracked a marble column.
Gnomes decided to make this place their home with the phoenix in the attic away from the combated Leprechauns living near their garden dome.
The host Ghosts bring out the last of the wine and served pickled swine having a fun time their orbs twinkling like disco balls down the halls.
2/13/2021
sponsor Julia Ward
Categories:
hosts, fairy, mythology, nonsense,
Form:
Rhyme
The mountains are formed at His hand
great and majestic they truly are
so high right up to the heavens
one can't reach it being so far
The forces of the wind He's made
blows through every valley and dale
so very powerful destroys all before
no human withstands can only fail
God puts thoughts into man
His mind begins only in God alone
without divinity it leaves a void
all so empty and hard as stone
The morning is darkness altogether
before God's hand who made it so
but also brings light out of darkness
so God is one striking such mighty blow
All the earth's highs He has tread
for His is greater than any name
no one can compare to His greatness
Lord God of hosts always the same
('For behold, he who forms the mountains and creates the wind,
and declares to man what is his thought,
who makes the morning darkness,
and treads on the heights of the earth—
the Lord, the God of hosts, is his name!')
Amos 4: 13 (ESV)
Categories:
hosts, creation, god, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Sin City Hosts the Democrats
By Franklin Price
10/12/2015
Sin City hosts the Democrats
Who debate tomorrow night
The forum's in Las Vegas
Somehow that's only right
Candidates will play their cards
To show if they're all in
Spin the wheel and throw the dice
In hopes that they will win
To be the U.S. President
The leader of this land
Put on their poker faces
To show just where they stand
Play with our emotions
As they speak and verbalize
I hope that what we witness
Will not damage ears or eyes
As they answer questions asked
I'm sure often they will bluff
I hope no time I'm thinking
Finish now enough's enough
Hope no cards are up their sleeves
That there are no loaded dice
That civility is practiced
Now wouldn't that be nice
When the evening is all over
And candidates have left our view
If we feel that we're the losers
Would be the same and nothing new
If we feel that we're the winners
Or that we're somewhere in between
Maybe there is still some hope
I think you know just what I mean
Categories:
hosts, political,
Form:
Rhyme
Ghosts are Better Guests Than Hosts
David J Walker
The ghosts are better guests
Than hosts
as they never dress for
the best occasions
Of course, they are invited to
Join us as the most naked among us
Leading us in translucent prayers and such
Around the round chrome and Formica kitchen table
After all,
ghosts take up so little room
And are not easily scared away
They usually know the worst jokes
And the best gossip of the day
They speak to our children
As if they had known them in
The unseen sometime before
life began
The bad ghosts
Lost their chance
to pick a bone with
someone they’ve known in
life past when out of breath
for the last time an angry death
impassioned and unintended
But
They are family and friend
On the mend
On the other side of life
Categories:
hosts, allegory, allusion, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
My hosts are heavenly
Diamonds in the sky
Celebrants shine, revealed
Tuxes, tails, bow-ties
Dainty hors doeuvres
Sparkling champagne
Palatial glows the galaxy
Bows to bygone royalty
Categories:
hosts, celebration, heaven, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
Are you listening for the trumpet call?
Are you ready for the Lord at all?
Very soon He’s coming for His bride
Are you yearning for His presence deep inside?]
Do you have the oil you need for the burning of your light?
Do you know that He could come in the middle of the night?
Surely you are watching, reaching toward that day
When the Lord of hosts appears and we all fly away
Categories:
hosts, christian, jesus,
Form:
Rhyme
Each seventh day we take part
consuming the light
of life, the days saving bread
which is His body
with His given blood
which sets us
free!
Categories:
hosts, faith,
Form:
Epulaeryu