Best Imbibes Poems
A Tribute to Jan Allison.
Mirror, tell me who is the rightful limerick queen
There is a poetess, the most humorous I've seen
She's the one called Jan
Funniest in the land
Reading her humour is like feasting on fine cuisine
Her limericks make me laugh til I rupture my spleen
and I wonder what she imbibes from her canteen
She swears she doesn't drink
So now I've begun to think
It must be something she got from an inherent gene
Categories:
imbibes, appreciation, poetess,
Form:
Limerick
arise with softness
dawns instinctual rebirth
creation imbibes
Categories:
imbibes, creation,
Form:
Haiku
Life keeps going to find his purpose
he strolls across verdant plains and trudges up the hills
sometimes dejection follows rejection and distress
darkness engulfs
and something spooky emerges
looming large to form something horrid…
a hideous hunchbacked hiatus.
Life slows down…wary of the
impending hindrances for his progress
and there is a temporary pause.
This hideous hiatus distracts him, traps his mind,
capable of taking any form…like
alarming anxiety… about denial and failure
gloomy grief… at the loss of a loved one
frantic fear… of loneliness and uncertainty
abominable anger… that cannot be controlled
pernicious pride… without the grace of humility
disgusting jealousy… of others’ success
dreary vacuity… that fills the desperate mind
…it keeps hovering around on and off
in many more such formless forms
Yet something prompts Life to try to move.
He musters courage and proceeds further
as he imbibes wisdom
from little things he sees
in nature
in his day-to-day life…like:
A fertile green land in a vast sandy desert
Tiny seeds that spurt to grow
into young new seedlings
The gleaming full moon
spreading soft light
upon dreadful paths at midnight
A toddler who tries to get up
and walk with wobbly steps
in spite of falling down many times
A ladder in which
hope takes her first step
in its rungs
and ascends to new heights
overcoming obstacles
The dots of a rangoli
that would never let
the motifs of our thoughts waver
imparting spiritual insights into life
A pure white dove
sitting with its pair
a sign of hope
of finding a lost love.
As hope follows every form of hiatus
like buds finding way to bloom
at every trench of rocky soil
Life advances on and on…
Categories:
imbibes, hope, life,
Form:
Free verse
Light
of truth
dawns gently,
when we admit
divine bliss current
to fill all voids within.
As past conditioning ebbs,
veils of ignorance are removed,
enabling thus Gods love to fill us
transmuting mind body as living light.
We cannot garner these truths using force,
for by connecting, not by grasping,
may we cognise the life current
pulsating ceaselessly here,
now, within our being,
known if we listen,
silencing thought,
as our heart
imbibes
love.
22-May-2021
Categories:
imbibes, spiritual,
Form:
Etheree
Candy potluck sweet.
Puree organic patty objects foods oatmeal plant.
Poise raffish jelly imbibes candy.
Categories:
imbibes, father
Form:
Haiku
Kissed by the rebel mouth of Dionysus
set tight against their fulsome lips;
lapped into shapes by intoxicant tongues,
arms fused in a chain of swaying hips.
Tiptoe this sisterhood of Athena,
this trio in bright synchrony;
blown back on Acropolis stilettos,
risen skirts above the stockinged knee.
Aphrodite waged love at closest quarters,
hair and smiles in abandonment;
cocked ears unto the night owl's dreaming cry,
dancing rings on cracked cement.
And in their gentle, giddy transit
do these Three graces reincarnate;
resurrected in neon and nicotine apparel,
a vodka cocktail triumvirate.
With clicks of glitzy, glittery nails,
Beauty, Love and Pleasure burn the midnight oil;
the winds of Olympus ply their skin,
bled as one with each other on urban soil.
A graffiti collision of sensual ephemera
sprayed on a backdrop of brick and grime,
Three graces raised up by the ancient gods
from the mists and depths of mythic time.
Oh to see the marriage of their personas
bared in a nocturne, driven weeping,
only one lone gaze imbibes the miracle
for the world and his wife lie blind and sleeping...
Categories:
imbibes, allegory, life, passion, philosophy,
Form:
Look, See, Learn
Look:
Once upon a time boiling braggart was I
‘Fore the Damascene made me look High:
See:
Of Holy Majesty that He so commands,
Has He ever boasted of Power in His hands?
Learn:
Servant of Humility why can I not be...
Who imbibes Sate from another’s glee!
***To Humble Men and Humble Women who reckon humankind’s deficiencies!
*** Inspired by Zimbabwean Poet, Klassy Kinda, upon her cherished reference to me as a Humble Man (which I’m still coming to grips with!)
JM
31st Oct’ 2013
Categories:
imbibes,
Form:
Couplet
C.O.N.F.U.S.I.O.N
Observed silence
to break your reticence
With my utterance
you lost patience
I.L.L.U.S.I.O.N
To me, I was talking SENSE
But then Sense imbibes meaning dense
Off I went, to trace the desired SENSE
Shortly found embedded stone at distance
Depicting an engraving SENSE
Beholding it my joy knew no fence
R.E.A.L.I.S.A.T.I.O.N
Dug at base
with due reverence
Only to trace
NON prefixing the desired SENSE
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February 2011
For Members Contest - 12-IN-1 ...Choose your forte by John Heck
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Categories:
imbibes, mystery
Form:
Free verse
Those trademark circular elements of style in vogue every four years
When the crème de la crème of the athleticism
presents itself on the world stage
Suspending and transcending any present day internecine conflict
Allowing, enabling, and proffering the five continents
And gathering of top-notch mental, physical and spiritual prowess
Extant with adroit prolific curved arabesques on one corner of the globe
That (like Noah with his Ark kit) human techno wizardry
Bedazzles viewers charting unparalleled feats
Whereby the human body defies the laws of physics and challenges gravity
Fielding a hypnotic colorful tapestry
Whereby the woof and warp of any melancholy moody blue, mellow yellow
Gunmetal green, roman a clef real time red doth white out
The dark knight, temporarily sequestered in a bishopric
Of faux queenly royalty, where a pawn
out the parapet of her castle keep
She imbibes requiem toward protesting the limits of *****sapiens
Inherent parameters, where fluid dynamics
of each most supreme contestant
Sans his/her specialized arena
Further the prior leg holds with free from arm-twisting head lock
And make a mockery of invisible manacles
Purportedly and formerly believed to tether man/woman kind
With unbreakable hidebound genetic/ chromosomal restraints
But nay to those who professed impossibility against the reins
Boxed and fenced in by bow rings set by Mother Nature
Well nigh obsolete and superfluous
What with evident burlesque stellar performances
Leaving the spectators starry eyed with collective mouths agape
As polished prominent performers blithely offset previous milestone
Setting a new yardstick to measure the Olympian capacity
That Heracles and Zeus would most likely deem
as some sort of magic trick
Yet lo, the sensational and majestic pageantry absolutely serious
Lying to rest what used to be merely amateur games
Whereby most any novice could coax a charade, façade, travesty et cetera
Without fear of getting flagged, but phenomenal exhibitors of today
Can nearly bank on netting a truckload of worldly wide wealth
Whereby a hand-made Scottish tartan Harris Tweed welcome mat
Ushers August men and exuding mettle and iron clad dedication
With pomp and circumstance into pantheon of future legends!
Categories:
imbibes, adventure, america, appreciation, body,
Form:
UNPOEM
When she sat by me
That day on the crowded bus
There were vibrations
Vibrations and the sweet scent
Love imbibes the air
To undulate like nothing before
Now years later –
When I think about it –
This mental iridescence altered awareness
The shut-out was instantaneous
An outward veil transparent
With vibrations deeper than moment magic
or eyes can invent
Oh the shut-out!
When there is only her
Only me in touch
And the moment
Moment of ecstasy
No word-loaded poem can describe
If poem there be
It is a finally erased line
Dave Austin
Categories:
imbibes, love,
Form:
Free verse
Click on connect,
To a world brought together,
By Sun, Cisco, and Gates,
And cybervixens named Heather,
You or your business,
Can be what you dream,
No matter the cost,
Or so it would seem,
W-W-W,
Preceding some word or phrase,
The destination is gold,
At the end of each maze,
Be first, and be loud,
Brand your ass tomorrow,
Because today is today,
And there's so much to borrow,
Burn rates don't leave scars,
As long as you're hot,
Though conflagration's impending,
Of course, if you're not,
Cyber pie in the sky,
Is no mere euphemism,
For the swashbuckling knaves,
Of dotcommunism,
To them, "e" in ebusiness,
Means everyone's needed,
As stock option syringes,
Filled your vain and succeeded,
Like slaves to the pharaohs,
Team members lay mortar,
And the Pyramid gleamed,
Over the cyber new order,
If we played mind and market,
We'll get our fair share,
Before they observe,
That we're dancing on air,
Now, the public's invested,
To ramp up in style,
Obscuring our vision,
Of the lavish Green Mile,
No worries, it's Spring,
No Y2K clamor,
So why do I hear, feel,
The bear and his hammer,
The market's contracting,
It just pulled a groin,
As the e-slot machine,
Imbibes my last coin,
It's dot-calm, yet not peaceful,
My sleep has been broken,
The Golden Calf in my dreams,
Now takes Chuck E. Cheese tokens,
But, I still think in Ws,
Wondering where we went wrong,
To follow Pied Cyber Piper,
Till the end of the song,
My faith never faltered,
For this new Judaism,
As the promises shattered,
By dotcommunism.
(1/19/01)
Categories:
imbibes, business, destiny, fantasy, history,
Form:
Rhyme
The drafting on of renaissance curtail
earmarks of goodly fortune, so avail
the breeding of contentment, this rest's hail
imbibes my soul's delivery with assail!
To caulk the artworks beauty, cover stale
in moment's grand assumption, empty, fail!
Consign my emptiness, this cross exhale
this masking of my enmity . . . not jail!
That looking up to fairness, merely wail
it is the struggles loss, I feel as ail,
that competitions toss, no matters nail
it were the season's gloss, not light to scale!
Life worth the moments leaving, not in braille
but focused earthly, counterpart eye's shale.
The washing of my eye, God split the rail,
and sanctify my enemies' worse trail!
THE DEATH PENALTY ~ Voted back in Nebraska. LB268 AGAINST passed last year, was repealed this November 8th, 2016! REWATCH "DEAD MAN WALKING" 1995, Sean Penn, Susan Sarandon! Sister Helen Prejean On forgiveness! "COMMENT: "WHY DO WE KILL PEOPLE, TO TEACH PEOPLE THAT KILLING PEOPLE IS WRONG!"
Categories:
imbibes, forgiveness, prison, sorry,
Form:
Monorhyme
morning glory opens
empty cup imbibes sun stream
dew covers petals
Categories:
imbibes, nature
Form:
Haiku
Repeal Day
In terms of holidays, it’s not in the same league as Christmas and New Year’s Day. Still, anyone who enjoys a cold beer ought to raise a glass in honor of Repeal Day.
On Dec. 5, 1933, Congress ratified the 21st Amendment to the Constitution, sweeping away Prohibition and quenching the thirst of Americans. Of course, it was not as simple as that. North Carolina did not repeal until 1935, and to this day, the state is still a patchwork of alcohol laws.
On December the 5th, 1933
The constitution was changed to please you and me
Prohibition died with the signed 21st
And Americans quenched a 13 year thirst.
But some states rebelled keeping “No Drinking” alive
North Carolina kept at it till the year ’35.
Now we can all drink till our eyeballs are floating
Just not while we’re driving – not while we’re boating
For if we get caught on a D.W.I
We’ll be hauled into court and asked to tell why
You’ll pay a big fine or in jail you’ll be wiltin’
Unless you are Lindsey or maybe a Hilton
So lets raise a glass to the Congressmen who
Sponsored this bill and pushed it on through
So that all of your friends and all of their kin
Could bathe now that the bathtub is not filled with gin
I’m not a drinker, a drunkard, a sot
To drink or abstain to me matters not
But one who imbibes has what I ain’t got
An excuse for the things that they say
So here’s to the boozehound, the guzzler, the lush
The rumdum, the rummy who’s speaking is mush
The tippler, the wino with their rosy blush
Drink up for it’s now Repeal Day
HAPPY HOLIDAYS
Categories:
imbibes, anniversary, education, holiday, drink,
Form:
Rhyme
by Michaelw1two
Antilegomena, a direct transliteration from the Greek, refers to written texts whose authenticity or value is disputed
Exclusion, the reasoned gist, of this nation’s present trends,
revised, reworked, reworded, towards what particular ends;
enticingly so, provision’s rend, unseemingly my thought’s portend,
nonresonant replies to this crude haste, that truth, secrecy prepend.
Importance and what is valid truth, appears to earn no worth,
where written words once applied some proof, the dillies dallied smirk;
neither, nether, needling needs, advanced by domineering corporate jerks,
suggestion’s jest, provides resounding tiff, to amerika’s dullard’s mirth.
Warrants placed, once trusting bets, that each participant did solemnly swear,
initiating this allegiance, of god, country, and family, now thinly veiled veneers;
trusts bygone, a new age sprung, brought forth by the froth of fomenting profiteers,
profound indeed the implication’s seed, the mass of US conceded to fascist engineers.
Loss does bleed indifference, no more is war progressed as an ending game,
gains make all the difference, whether or not humanity realizes the awful shames;
books of words work worries wonders, where secrecy imbibes each thought profane,
cooked are the truths of imperialistic ruse, the few coerce the masses, that’s insane!
Historically, when gain was king, the impoverished arose and took off their heads,
asking naught but parity’s bless, enough for each, and for return to Eden’s gifts;
however, truth is apparent and graciously so, only loss will return US from the dead,
soulless few who profit so, must be decimated, before healing our country’s rifts.
Currently, the status held, that wicked men and wayward wars yet steer the helm,
from my individual position, these truths stand tall as does the 'mouse that roared';
these few who seek to hide these truths, we all know the master of their realm,
bargain not remove this lot, words wrote long ago, remind US of the peril or reward.
June 2013
Categories:
imbibes, political,
Form:
Free verse