Best Idealized Poems
I watch as they repeat their vows,
Darling granddaughter and her love.
Each looks into the other's eyes
As though directed from above.
Loving them both, I say a prayer.
I pray the fairy tale will last.
Zealously, jealously I beg,
Each day their love remains steadfast
Dear Lord, for them I dare to ask.
Love that grows stronger every day,
Oh, how I wish that for these two.
Vows remembered and vows renewed,
Each partner staying strong and true.
10/5/14
(My last unmarried granddaughter and her love were married yesterday.)
Categories:
idealized, wedding,
Form:
Acrostic
Our dance began in the spring, it was meant to be.
There was a glimpse of heaven in your perfect smile.
Although imprisoned by desire, I still felt free!
Yet pleasure turned to pain after a little while.
My friends warned me, that I should stay away from you.
Still the heart wants what it wants regardless of cost!
Moments felt like eternity but were too few.
You absorbed my very essence and I was lost.
I fell willingly into your passionate arms.
Upon a pleasured bed I intertwined with you.
My logical mind was overcome by your charms.
I idealized perfection, that's what fools do!
Try as I might to reach your sad and lonely heart.
You never allowed me to touch more than your skin.
It was almost like being, enchanted by art.
Imagining substance, but the canvas was thin.
Fate gifted us passion, we drank from its chalice;
wading through waves of fierce flame increasing ardor.
In summer, your sweet roses covered our palace.
The time away from your touch has become harder.
As I look across a wind-blown spray of ocean,
my mind turns to the sadness of our parting hours
Kneeling, I beg for a distance closing potion
so I can reclaim coveted castle tower.
My wish is to be with you there in your bower.
To see a lovingly longing, desperate face
enshrined in fears deepest depths as we part from clutch.
I remind you distance cannot erase love's trace
or lessen my need to feel your soft, gentle touch.
Last week, I sent you a love-soaked, tear-stained letter;
For I'll return aboard a ship needing your love.
I truly believe no one can love you better,
Yet I fear you'll shatter like a porcelain dove?
Written with my friend Robert Lindley.
Categories:
idealized, beauty, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
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Spurious spatiotemporal spacious synthetic skies
Contrarious curious conundrums critically compromise
Mysterious matter melding metamorphically mystifies
Nefarious neurological nilpotent neurons normalize
Insidious idealized information instructions immunize
Hilarious holographic hallucinogens hyperactively hypnotize
Various vector voids vivaciously vaporize
Delirious denurulizing defragments deceivingly digitize
Jan.11.2020
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Categories:
idealized, conflict, mystery, senses,
Form:
Monorhyme
Because she was a buxom blonde
and he lacked a sage Adviser,
(like a naïve fresh off the pond)
he fell for and idealized her.
If he had been but the wiser
and much more careful with his heart
as if he were a mean miser,
he’d have ne’er been fooled right from the start.
Poems for one of cheap, impure heart
make the Poet look un-clever
and like a fool, which is not smart:
hence his case from her did he sever!
A lesson learned late than never
is much better than to be fooled,
played, conned, gulled and duped forever—
and so in her cheap wont he is schooled.
Categories:
idealized, corruption, heart, introspection, life,
Form:
The Camelot That Was Not
By Elton Camp
Arthur was a king both wise and good.
He always did exactly what he should.
Sat with his knights at a table round.
Because equality would then abound.
Manly, virtuous, kind, tall
These they were, one and all.
And Arthur always kept near
The beautiful queen Guinevere.
His knights were in shining armor clad.
The hearts of his subjects they made glad.
Not one of them would ever delay
When a fearsome dragon was to slay.
Right at Arthur’s side
Old Merlin did reside.
Another wizard as powerful as he
The whole world would never see.
And what is that castle so fair?
It must be Camelot over there.
Any enemy would have to fail
Those steep, high walls to scale.
But of this idealized man and place,
Sadly, British history holds no trace.
Geoffery of Monmouth is to blame
For making this most bogus claim.
Back when little history I knew,
I blindly assumed it to be true.
Prince Valiant confirmed it all
From the time when I was small.
The sad fact I had missed:
Arthur did not ever exist.
I regretted that I misunderstood.
Arthur never lived, but he should.
Categories:
idealized, funnyhistory,
Form:
Rhyme
Twisted to Untwisted
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Twisted and confused.
Wanting to understand.
Idealized life view.
Steadfastly bewildered.
Twisted and confused.
Endless unresolved fear.
Dark shadows hovering.
Twisted and confused
Oh, my Lord, please give death!
Under every rock shame-
Nothing good could abound.
Twisted and confused
Withering fallen soul.
Idealized view crushed.
Self-esteem buried whole.
Twisted and confused.
Endless self-hate taunted.
Decided to let God….
Written for Michael Jordan’s contest.
Categories:
idealized, confusion, life
Form:
Acrostic
We have to write a lot of essays
and I love it - the twisting of words,
the molding of nouns and verbs until
thoughts are clear and paragraphs
sit symmetrical and idealized.
I’ll write a paper, and scowling,
write another version and another
- lavishing them with attention
until every word is perfect.
I miss handing in papers though
- paper is substantial, not virtual
and even if a paper wasn’t well received
at least you took a tree down with you.
.
.
“You have to write an essay every week, 2000 words” the professors say. The classes groan - but I smile.
Categories:
idealized, school,
Form:
Free verse
lilac lullabies
black and yellow butterflies
cotton candy blue skies
field and house work once idealized
perfect dreams
imperfectly fantasized
tangled with filthy truths and honorable lies
every night they listen and console
uplifting the spirits of one another
chanting we will not let them see our cries
noise silences the chastised
perseverance overcomes the spark in their eyes
this too shall pass, in the end a better tomorrow lies
fully aware the sun will continue to rise
hope kept them focused and willing to strive
mentally trapped yet conscious of the
planned infiltrated compromise
oppressors remain confused of their laughter
it was incomprehensible and quite taken by surprise
under the impression everything had been stripped from them
the ancestors were found uplifted every morning
still walking about lilacs singing lullabies
smiling at the sight of black and yellow butterflies
dancing under cotton candy blue skies
Categories:
idealized, appreciation, black african american,
Form:
Rhyme
Perfection, is an evil lord
demanding ever greater tribute,
it wields a sharp and heavy sword
that pierces deep to persecute
I fear this liege, this graven image
there's no resistance to his wants;
no will, nor the amount of courage
can protect me from his evil taunts
Forgiveness, I may grant to all,
no act's too grave or sin's too much
and yet, no matter however small,
I dare not grant myself as such
Idealized, I must not fail
this thought's so manifestly flawed;
and yet, it does but so assail
my heart, my mind... my God
Categories:
idealized, pain, , cute,
Form:
Rhyme
dreaming messmerized hypnotised
idealized illusions.
imagination illumination sophistication
idealistic determination.
sadistic seduction illogical distruction.
delusion seclusions confusions intrusion.
insignificant insecure isolations instigations.
deceptive demeanor defective delight
fury rage scorned fight
Categories:
idealized, life, love,
Form:
Diamante
When the blast was heard,
Everyone shouted yet another terrorist attack
On an Easter Sunday in the Taliban.
A master suicide bombing is what they called this.
Brussels, Belgium just happen yesterday.
Well they resurrect the people.
Well we hear them mourn.
Their life taken so soon,
And not by God.
Who lives and who dies is not identified.
The demography states many will lose their lives.
This is what is idealized -
The “bomb maker, the transporter, the landlord and the cipher”.
Revivified through memorials -
The mourns of the dead families are heard.
Their life taken so soon,
And not by Allah.
Yesterday is everyday and tomorrow.
-Yet another terrorist attack on an Easter Sunday (2016) in the Taliban-!
Thus,
Rise above iniquity to be save proclaims the 'unforeseen' God.
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Written March 27, 2016!
Categories:
idealized, allah, anxiety, child, christian,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Black and white butterfly a rare single sighting
Idealized image caught upon film
Beautiful bounding insect drinking nectar
Against such colorful contrast of orange Lantana
A wonderful shot snapped in a twinkle of the eye
Photo snapped by a trained eye and skilled cameraman
A picturesque scene to last a lifetime
Amazing photography work hangs upon the museum wall
The butterfly flits about
Tasting each sweet nectar
Never remaining in one place
Reminder of the spectra
Black and white a beautiful sight
Mixed colors like choices
First on roses then foxglove's blooms
Silent is their voices
Orange Lantana is not special
This butterfly is fickle
Wanting faithfulness receiving
Dishonesty's prickles
Categories:
idealized, nature,
Form:
Ekphrasis
I hear girlish laughter beyond the bagged onions.
Imagine her swimming naked among green ripples.
Her white arms are lily stems, hips as sleek as an otter
flow in a neon moonlight.
A sound system promotes discount cookies.
Visions of idealized females fill the dairy product section.
A courtly love of grapes spreads to the potatoes.
In the toy aisle, Avalon, Camelot, and Tintagel
appear in plastic miniature together with rainbow painted ponies.
Between the crisp covers of Guns & Ammo and Cosmo,
Annales Cambriae, Historia Brittornum,
and the writings of Gildas shimmer in periodic reality.
I should turn the old legends off, but the Kimble audio
keeps me walking with Malory and Tennyson.
In toiletries and cosmetics, I find her.
A teenager shyly laughing as she texts a boy.
My imagination reaches for the forbidden,
a fruit that was fresh this morning –
a thousand years ago.
Categories:
idealized, poetry,
Form:
Blank verse
Hey, how have you been?
Haven't seen you since...when?
Do you remember
Our first November
And all we shared back then?
I loved you - or so I thought
Except those times when we fought.
Then finally I realized
That I just idealized
All the things that you had sought!
We went different places
At such blazing paces;
We sure laughed a lot
At each and every spot.
One of us even stole bases!
Even though we didn't love
Each acted like a turtle dove,
With cooing and billing
Each more than willing
To put the other above!
But time took its toll.
We tired of the role
Of being sweethearts
And playing the parts;
Acting like love was the goal!
So today we meet,
Each taking a seat.
I don't want to fight
Or make a weird sight,
So, now, let's just eat!
Categories:
idealized, nostalgia,
Form:
Limerick
My wrath, O Allah, I do so swear, is not the aftermath of my bad temper
It’s my long shout of forsaken patriotism
It’s my suffering for the cradle of our fathers
It’s a breath to revivify my slumbering
Countrymen
Who are dying of fears for the sake of peace
Uplifted with peace to be forever ruled by the prince
My wrath is not a desire to take revenge against the Man and his lazy tribe
It’s the unanswered cries of the hiding in the deep forest
It’s the massacre of my brothers before the 1984 slaughtering
It’s the sighs of the lake Wum, the constant rise, cholera
The drought plundering all the crops and the livestock
My wrath is not a contempt of the order and the widely idealized peace
It’s an attempt to restore justice and uproot the prince’s
trustees
It’s an attempt to live by our motto to build peace
in working and loving
It’s an attempt to give birth to Fonlons so as “to share
in moulding what should be”
And not fatally be eaten like prawns, O Shady Eone!
My wrath is patriotism, justice for all, the reversal of the tribe by the Republic
The really emergent republic
Categories:
idealized, change, history, patriotic, poverty,
Form: