Best Impartially Poems
[Continued from Part Two]
The elder took no notice of risking life and limb.
Hither, thither ran the children, glancing up at him,
while indulging mindlessly in each impulsive whim,
with no apprehension of the future looking grim.
Their chances for salvation seemed increasingly slim…
That aged man’s deep compassion filled him to the brim.
The father knew the children liked any strange device,
exotic playthings, trinkets, whatever would entice.
He needed now to improvise a mode, in a trice,
that could capture their attention— something to suffice
to hold their young imaginations— to be precise,
a mechanism marvelous, no matter the price.
He had stores of immeasurable wealth, beyond doubt,
and his warmhearted love was impartially devout.
Just then the elder had the thought that not in the least
would his limitless riches and reserves be decreased,
even if to a kingdom vast he were to dispense
his overflowing fortune… so why shouldn’t he hence
give out his wealth directly to his progeny all,
before the children’s catastrophic deaths should befall?
The aged man reflected on what tactic to pick—
an expedient means that was sure to do the trick.
He told the children of exquisite toys he possessed
along with lots of precious carts of the very best
craftsmanship and quality, that all had been designed
expressly with the youngsters’ own enjoyment in mind.
The elder next, in order to persuade them, stated
that right outside the house at the entrance awaited,
to suit the young ones’ fancies skillfully created
goat, sheep, deer, and ox carts, ornately decorated.
He said that they must rush to leave the mansion, in haste,
and he’d give them everything— there was no time to waste.
Then the children finally fulfilled his desire
and scurried in a race safely out of the fire.
The father beamed with bliss that the urgency had passed.
They had securely left the burning building at last!
When they’d exited and scampered out, they all sat down
on the dewy earth and asked their father, with a frown,
where the toys and carts were that the elder had portrayed
for their own special likings to have been tailor-made.
The youngsters had escaped and the elder’s heart was eased.
But now each one of their capricious wants must be pleased.
[Continued in Part Four]
~ Harley White
Categories:
impartially, allusion, destiny, fire, life,
Form:
Narrative
I die of thirst beside the fountain
I'm hot as fire, with shaking teeth
In my own country I'm in distant land
Beside the blaze I'm shivering in flames
Naked as a worm, dressed like a president
I laugh in tears with hope and despair
I cheer up after feeling sad and hopelessness
I'm joyful and no pleasure's anywhere
I'm powerful and lack all power and strength
Warmly welcomed, but always turned away.
I'm sure of nothing but that is uncertain
Find nothing obscure but the obvious
Doubt nothing but the certainties
Knowledge to me is cheer comfort
I keep winning but remain the loser
At dawn I say 'God bless and good night.'
Lying down I'm afraid of falling
I'm rich I haven't a penny
I await an inheritance; I'm no one's heir
Warmly welcomed, but always turned away.
I always work and labour hard
To acquire goods I don't even want
Kind words irritate me most
He who speaks true deceives me worst
A friend is someone who makes me think
A white swan is a black crow
The people who harm me think they help
Lie and truth today I see through them
I remember everything, my mind's a blank
Warmly welcomed, but always turned away.
Merciful may it be to please you know who
I understand much and have no wit learning
I'm biased against all laws impartially
What do I do next? Redeem my pawn goods!
Warmly welcomed, but always turned away.
Categories:
impartially, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse
My mind fluttered its wings for its journey
towards spirituality at my adolescence,
as childhood was just study and play
while daily morning prayers a dull ritual.
In my teen, I used to wonder
about attachments towards relations,
the angst of separation when they leave and go,
the pain of parting made me ponder
'why do I feel pangs of despair,
that feeling oftentimes of being ripped off?'.
Reasoning for realization of self must have
started at this point when my mind
first fledged for its flight towards faith.
Yet, my prayers to God at that time
were more customary and insincere.
To be honest, I was not honest,
and when I closed my eyes to pray,
like a pendulum clock - my mind oscillated!.
My mind wavered for reasons many:
giving too much love to my loved ones
for, I had too much love to give,
expecting them all to reciprocate it,
when it actually Never happened Ever,
Or a situation that led to parting with them
Continued to haunt my tender heart.
Thoughts matured too, as mind matured,
in my twenties when I happened to
decipher the verses of 'The Gita'
which is my holy religious book,
through which I came to realize:
'To be detached with loved ones
by being attached is a way to
control and realize one's own self.'
Though I have not mastered the verses of 'The Gita',
the message of the book does shine
and reflect in my mind crystal clear.
I trust 'The Omnipotent Power' above us,
that guides and loves us all impartially.
Through the light of my life's experiences
and the light that guides me from within
my spiritual journey continues.....
Date: 03/25/2021
Submitted for: A Meaningful Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Originally Written Date: 01/10/2021
For 'My Spiritual Journey' Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
impartially, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
first time in my departure denying what was there,
coming back a second time was confirmed, more aware,
such genuine words spoken, but so impartially shown,
the pickings and choosings inevidibly known,
this fog lingered such unfairness to be seen,
my heart couldn't take this partiality,
so many spoken out after longruns of time,
shutting their mouths, and leaving it behind,
my heart crushed, why didn't they try,
to speak their hearts, to speak their minds,
was this intimidating force too much for them to handle?,
could it be just their voice alone through fear would snuff out their candle?,
my God is bigger than all of this put together,
in the end, faith in loves cause was worth this storms weather,
avoiding loves words, resorting to acting in scene,
my vows are real, it's between HIM and me,
this is how powerful my God is,
without saying a word...HE moves from within,
grasping loves attention, it was all worth it,
for within my heart, i stand for his purpose,
oh the freedom i feel now to love again,
next round, next time, the stronger i stand!
Categories:
impartially, faith, hope, love,
Form:
Rhyme
With one hand laid upon the Holy book
The new Judge raises her other hand high.
She swears an oath that millions before her promised:
Faithful service, unbiased justice, no compromise.
I, Hannah Duggan, do solemnly swear
That I will administer justice without respect
To persons, and ensure equal rights to the poor,
And to the rich, and that I will faithfully and
Impartially discharge all the duties incumbent upon me
As a United States Judge under the Constitution
And laws of the United States of America. So help me God!
But the regrettable record is chillingly clear, time after time.
Bias rules the judgements, and at the end of the day
All the promises made to be true and faithful laid aside,
In fits of uncontrollable and irresponsible rage are swept away.
The holy oath abandoned, she is no longer honor bound.
Her judgement slips and unfortunate mistakes are made.
She is no longer fair, no longer just, no longer fit to serve.
With trust now broken and her oath forsaken, righteous Justice fades.
Oath Breakers weave an immoral and deceptive evil web.
They promise to be true to their solemn oath but indubitably fail.
From the beginning the intent was never chaste and ultimately marred.
Now is the Judge weighed in Lady Justice's scales, and she who goes to jail.
Categories:
impartially, judgement, political, prison,
Form:
Rhyme
The wind can be temperamental
It certainly has confusing moods
Remember the mistral is elemental
And ofttimes is prone to brood.
Hurricane, squall ruination bring
Harmful tantrums evoke fear
Empathetic west wind softly sings
So gentle it certainly has no peer.
Magical zephyr a puff of pure air
Gentle on face and ruffles our hair
Impartially blowing here and there
You need to be thankful ~ I do declare.
The west wind full of ancient guile
Zephyr so cooling it did beguile.
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Poetry Contest
Sponsored
by
Constance La France
04/12/2021
Categories:
impartially, weather, wind,
Form:
Rhyme
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Vulnerable honourables
Who wear the outfit of oppression
And vicariously dishonourable
Upon putting our nation to recession
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Magnanimous messengers of doom
Offspring of greed, kindred of impunity,
In conspiracy who prey on our security
Piercing our gallant soldiers with gloom
Chiefs of mischiefsare-
Peaceful promoters of poverty
Constantly canvassing continuity
In power and personalization of public property
Turning we entity into a nonentity
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Juristically judicious judges
Who swap judgment for payment
Transforming prisons to lodges
For penniless paupers to torment
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
The various ambivalent voters
To whom tokens be given
In lieu who hawked their quota
Of fortune and their children’s children even
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Impartially official officers
Whose working formulas be tribalism
Absenteeism, favouritism. And those Lucifers
Dwelling on the deck of vandalism
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
The series of sinister citizens who
Art devoid of fear of God
Perishers of our betterment at home
Crushers of our dignity abroad
Categories:
impartially, corruption, freedom, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
Found bloodied and mutilated bodies of
religious extremist murderers
As cadavers they lie beside
unshelled bullets and shells
Now lay dead, frozen with souls taken,
unmoved
Masters,raised them to be butchered,
unspotted
Their kin by birth cursed by the world,
immobilized
Death gives them punishment,sufferings,
impartially
World does not fear them rather they prey
themselves
Categories:
impartially, death, dedication, destiny, evil,
Form:
Free verse
Chaos of mind Eating, inching, scratching, crawling.
Deteriorating the tissue of my mind.
Enveloping miasmic corporeal vibrations.
Sounds that stretch, twist, and creak.
Leaking emissions evaporation a contaminate.
Eyes a window attached to the mind the trenches. Elaborated around the voices eating, itching, scratching crawling.
Is my sanity dissolved into chaos made impartially?
Categories:
impartially, addiction, anger, anxiety, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
who pulls our breath
and then exhales
rhythmically
by day and night
to find out
we follow the breath
becoming one with the flow
without interfering
silence
makes breath shallow
akin to sleep mode
in the waking state
if breath is erratic
it signals thoughts are present
so we keep watching
until all becomes quiet
we feel magnetism
and nodes within tingle
we celebrate without seeking
delighting in the play
we remain in the bardo
of object bereft no-thingness
feeling fontanel portal
throb with God’s vital force
the energy grid comes alive
soma nectar flows as it likes
grazing all nodes impartially
we become the current itself
in timeless time we return
opening our eyes slowly
feeling the humming renew
its divine caress so sublime
Categories:
impartially, god, silence, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
We our blessed with many freedoms in America…
We may not always agree on what freedoms each of us select…
and where we often get into trouble is when our opposing views of freedom intersect.
We are free to choose our leaders…
even those who when trying to be a king…cause us suffering and shame…
and when this happens, because we were free to chose them…
we only have ourselves to blame.
The press is free to report the news…as best they can…honestly…impartially…
but if they only report one side of the news…are the reporters really free?
We are free to worship any God…or no God..but where it gets confusing…
is when we’re told the only God we can worship…
is a God of someone else’s choosing.
We are free to bear arms across this land…but the number of innocents afflicted
make some of us think that right needs to be a little more restricted.
We are free to speak our minds…to protest peacefully…
to dissent…to disagree…
without the fear of reprisals from a government who sees the world so differently.
It seems the very freedoms we possess…have caused a seemingly unsolvable riddle
as it appears our freedom to choose has split our country somewhere down the middle.
And we are left to wonder if these two sides will ever get along…
when each side knows that they are right and the other side is wrong.
Still when it comes to our freedoms in America…as we count them every day
we must raise or voices in opposition…when we see those freedoms being stripped away.
Because freedom is a lot like love…it’s a gift…a blessing when given to you…or me
and like love, unless it’s nurtured…it becomes a faded memory.
And when we see our freedoms trampled…this is a burden we must take on…
So our children will be free to count their freedoms…
long after we are gone.
Categories:
impartially, america,
Form:
Rhyme
An echo is felt, touched, recalled,
it drums against our hearts,
strikes softly upon the ringing
shell of being.
An echo hammers upon an open door,
it is unconcerned with any closeted desires,
it is not ours to interpret.
Echo's image comes to us
wrapped within a blossoming,
an ever-opening vowel of vocalic enticement.
Lily-padding slippers tread lightly
yet step loudly upon the mind.
I welcome all dark flowers,
their language is throb and vibration.
I am awakened by the sensual stem,
pulled up into an erotic drumming,
resounding echo's don, the flesh of myself.
Echo is the face of memory,
it is the naming of names,
Echo returns our call
whether spoken or not.
For a moment we tremble like a leaf
that the wind impartially fondles.
© 33 mins ago
Categories:
impartially, poetry,
Form:
Free verse