Best Imparts Poems
Bestowed with femininity,
wisdom, elegance, and grace,
exemplifying dignity,
daughter of the human race.
X chromosome integrity
ordains attributes endowed,
according by propensity,
a nature kind and proud.
Beauty and vitality
anoint her noble gender,
magnum opus artistry
imparts celestial splendor.
Her marvelous complexity
gives complementary disposition
to valiant masculinity
for a perfect coalition.
Exquisite physiology
yields licentious pleasure due
the wanton sensuality
of erotic pas de deux.
Magnificent hologyny,
woman becomes by thy behest,
sacred vessel of posterity,
with honor ever blessed.
He's a gentleman who knows the meaning of grace
he has earned my respect and my great admiration
Bless his beating heart for all the good he has done
through each poem and life story, this poet glows
He delivers life on quilled words of rich tapestry
and he is also cultured in passion and wisdom
Today I honor him for all the love he imparts
this is a tribute to Victor, for he deserves the best
May God keep him strong healthy and sane of mind
and as he lives each day to his utmost capacity
I thank God, for good friends are often hard to find
thank you Victor for your love, friendship, & poems.
Pixie Dust aka Mystic Rose aka Vienna
April 20, 2019
I have known ethereal bliss.
A crystal sea, serenity....
Imparts visions to memory.
Endowed by heaven's cosmic kiss,
A peaceful healing I can share
With those who need my love and care.
By star light from this great abyss
Luna welcomes her night time sky.
When full or new, emotions fly.
How could I not be changed by this?
She wields her power over me,
Yet I am charmed, how can this be?
The glory of this earth I'll miss.
Though when I leave this realm one day
Sparks from my life are sure to stay.
I have known ethereal bliss.
Endowed by heaven's cosmic kiss,
By star light from this great abyss
How could I not be changed by this?
The glory of this earth I'll miss.
7-19-20
If this was my last poetry contest poetry contest
Sponsor Silent One
My last poem would have to be about this enchanted earth, the moon and stars, and it would have to be in my Constanza form.
Erin Go Bragh
At Ben Bulben’s feet Sligo stands,
The home of such creative hands
Where poet William Yeats did grow.
The Nobel Prize his poems did know.
On my trip to this emerald isle,
I yearned to visit a long while.
As sun poured through the misty sky,
Shedding warmth with its golden eye,
I stood beside the lough in awe
At dancing diamonds that I saw
Near Connemara’s tall twelve bens
O’er lands of ancient souls that wends.
I sense their haunting watchful eyes
And feel my roots where rivers rise.
I hear their voices lost at sea,
They echo on eternally;
As with the thousands who took flight
During the worst potato blight.
Their sadness streams across the seas
Where most souls died with unheard pleas.
Those sad and tragic days long past,
And Erin’s joys returned at last
To verdant Lee and sandy shores,
To music heard across the moors,
To people with the kindest hearts,
Is what this isle to me imparts.
Repost from © 2013
*Erin go bragh means "Ireland Forever"
*lough means a lake
*Ben means Irish, a mountain peak
Happy St. Patrick's Day Everyone!
My thanks to this wonderful website:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VAviOxkIhXE
Like a rafter that broke under the weight it bore
Like a pupa, wound hard in a tight bind,
Like the torn pages of a book thrown into waste,
I felt trapped and broken and my life seemed a hard grind.
But when I discovered truths as life passed by,
Learning lessons from the past, knowledge did bloom,
Now wisdom imparts a discerning eye,
Unveiling paths to break free from gloom.
The scars of yesterday still may remain,
But they need not cause us constant pain,
For in the present, we have the power,
To rise and create a life that is full of gain.
I need to wake up from a state shadowed with doubts,
And try to claw my way up the walls that hem me in.
This desire I have like a compressed coil that can bounce
Instantly leading me to a release and a triumphant win
I pledge that I will use my remaining years,
For the rejuvenation of my mind and soul,
Instead of being tethered to my affliction,
I will wake up from my stupor and pursue my goal.
Thus, through uncertainty’s haze, I found clarity.
Now I embrace the challenges, imbued with grace.
In the depths of my mind, there is a beacon of serenity.
And I grow more tranquil with every challenge I face.
The choices we make in love can surprise
Because it sees not with the eyes
It looks within the tender heart
As its healing power it imparts
Love sometimes comes at first sight
And give the soul great delight
It can even grow over time
For reasons with or without rhyme
Love can travel over seas
And catch the whisper of the breeze
Love can drizzle just like rain
It can come and go again
Love can fall like gentle snow
And soothe the soul in summer's glow
Love can blossom in the spring
In its fragrance the heart will sing
Love is what will see us through
Through thick and thin it's there with you
And when you find a love that's true
You'll be glad to say "I do"
Love can do all this and more
For this ailment there's no cure
Love can even blow your mind
And it does all this, while being "blind"
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3/26/16
When children are taught never to forget
conflicts’ lessons, to love all humans,
to honor those through history
who, selfless, wrought liberty. . .
Then will spangled dreams for
our peace be fulfilled
as God imparts
tomorrow’s
grace on
all.
For Brahm Bailey's (Your) Country 'Tis Of Thee Poetry Contest
Note: The Etheree form was created by Etheree Taylor Armstrong (Feb. 12, 1918-March 14, 1994). She was born in Arkansas, USA and is known for using this form a lot.
SPRING
Testing the water with bare toes
I will recoil
to the misted edge of hoarfrost
softened soil
peek through eyes of Crocus
and Jonquil
at the emptiness my promise
must fullfil.
I’ll whisper to the branches shy
with cold
to remember seasoned stories
they were told
beckon to the passing birds -
alight
let us celebrate this
un-chilled night.
My warming fingers, reaching gently,
thaw river ice
as softened earth imparts my scent
to foggy spice
worms wiggle in the drizzling
April showers
as dawn tempts the stretching vines
climb empty bowers.
I will touch each aching heart
with sunshine’s gift
releasing all from stifling
Winter’s grip
nestle with the Cardinals
and Jays
languish in renewals
warming haze.
1/2/2015
submitted to Seasons – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Shadow Hamilton
Adam, I haven't a care in the world
eating apples or drinking, so absurd
The devil it seems, was his best mate
I laughed when they kicked his butt out the gate
Its Eve that makes me stay up at night
Her kindness, always, like a bright light
Worry I do that she is well and ok
All of humanity has a stake in Eves day
Forever quiet, never one for attention
Yet when angels sang she was there for redemption
She has transcended time and lore till now
I know, for she is the sweetest frau
Her paintings lift up any sad heart
Musings written, all a la carte!
She is one of the greats in the arts
Softly with sweetness, knowledge imparts
She never gave Adam a second thought
For her, ol sonny was all a heart ever sought
Now Cain and Abel had another brother
yet they hated the other, to each they would smother
The other brother is not found in the books
he was too busy writing poetry, down by the brook
The moral of this story is any and none
I just wanted Eve, to smile some!
When England’s fairest rose
strained to find a light
neath the monarchy’s shadows,
such passion did she incite.
Many are the years since
Lady Diana Spencer
met and married her prince,
believing that he loved her.
Unrequited affection
she tried to brush aside.
Poised was her reflection;
tears she sought to hide.
Princess Di’s quest for love
drew her to the masses,
who adored this precious dove,
more fragile than glass is.
A candle caught by harsh wind,
extinguished far too young,
left the monarchy chagrined;
her popularity stung.
In death as she was in life,
she’s treasured in people’s hearts,
for kindness is always rife
in the love a People’s Princess imparts.
*Inspired by Elton John’s “Candle in the Wind,” which he performed at Diana’s funeral.
An endearing dialogue silence imparts
Gushing to confer but reluctant to talk,
Much is said by the unspoken glance~
A loud message of quiescent hearts;
Awareness resounds from unaware,
Void blares~ something lives there,
Feelings inhabit space of emptiness
As spirits shape form of nothingness
And passion conveys sans language.
Love is a prompt, love is a response,
Tender and bashful, daring and bold,
Hazy fog of dawn, exuberance of lark,
Blind to a fault, yet it sees romance.
Love is delicate and love is almighty,
Love breaks-up and love so unites,
Goodbye of sunset, hello of sunrise,
Dusk of eventide and a moonlit night,
It’s a rainy day, it’s a ray of sunshine,
Love strums joy, yet, love sadly cries.
It’s waning autumn, it’s waxing spring,
It’s frost of snow, it’s summer’s breeze,
It’s rose blooming, parched falling leaf,
Love is blissfulness in anguish of grief,
A spent nightmare, a cherished dream;
Hugs when arrives, hugs when departs,
And even when it parts, it still holds on,
It’s the sound of now, echo of the past,
And it’s always close-by, even when afar.
February 24, 2022
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 10 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Irreconcilable Paradox
Hear the soft coo-cooing that faithful love imparts,
mourning doves, sharing their beating hearts.
On lofty eaves, build nests of winter pine and twigs,
Keeping their eggs close to their breasts.
Oval shaped, snowy white, they hatch and come alive;
A brood grows and will survive.
Plump bodies speckled in gray and black;
Take flight with fanned out tails that reveal a fringe of white.
The warm summer is nearing its’ end, Mourning Doves and fledglings
Together, will ascend; blue skies headed for the border of Mexico.
March 6, 2022
For: Form-I-Imagism – New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Placed 3rd in contest
Laughing Atmospheres
It floats in the morning dew
Settles with diamonds
On cobwebs who
Catch dreams on their threads
The sensual quiet of dawn
Imbues
The grass blades are whispering
To the sifted chanting
Of being One
In a glittering pool
The sea
Dances every possibility
Day bright answers to the
Begun
Shafts brilliance of the sun
Calling loud
With its perpetual anthem
Loud call
To the rest of the world
And here it comes
The daybreaks begin
Leaping from my chest
It seems
Rushing to laughing atmospheres
Peaks
On white bathed angels
Wings expand
Sends me out
Higher than the light
In my eyes
Gathering to the quintessence
Point
The beating monument
Of my heart
Single holds on to intense
Shudders delight
Through every sense
I am soaring skies
I see her eyes
I
Left unbound to the anchoring ground
I
Hear the word
The catapult of love
Universal soundings climax
Imparts
Beneath the eyes of God
When we both were created
As one
She holds my cheek
And the ghostly press
Of lips meet
I
Confess my soul
To the indomitable
Flow
Of love
And the orchestral designs of morning
Send this rockets emotive
Burning
Reaching
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In a cavalcade chords
Goes racing
Cavorting
Climbing every space
My spirit
Has loosed upon the chase
To its welcome home
For such an exuberant ride
All on its own
Takes it place
At her side
I
It is there
Where I belong
You see
Every atom
And concept of me
Has always been
Since God created us
Both
As one
Oh How Bright Your Eyes Did Shine
(by Michael P Clarke and Robert J. Lindley)
Oh How Bright Your Eyes Did Shine that morning,
I held you so close and the world was mine,
we shared our love as the day was dawning,
I drank from your goblet, our love divine.
Sunlit echoes played to our beating hearts,
precious, very precious our love-held Time.
We had it all and all that bliss imparts,
our days and nights joyous, dreams so sublime.
Our song it was sung our hearts love displayed,
love was our journey a heaven divine,
now in our hearts memories we replay,
Love in our summer that ever did shine.
May forever, dawns wake us together.
In true depths of love, bid us fair weather.
Michael P Clarke and Robert J. Lindley collaboration.
Truly was an honor and great pleasure to collaborate with my very talented friend, Micheal P. Clark on this sonnet..
Such inspiring verses Michael presented for me to write to ..
Any time my friend...
Oh, That Earth Wouldst So Truly Honor Thee
Dedicated To-
"The Great Unknown, Unsung Poets of the
- Past, Present And Future"
Oh, that earth wouldst so truly honor thee
You write poetic verse with such deep glee
As in glory-fruits reaped from your ink tree
Birth gentle winds blowing through land and sea.
Splash thee more, dear hope from your native tongue.
And gift world beautiful verse to be sung.
Inked pools born from candor and purest heart
Offerings of whispers that truth imparts
Defeating the dark which sets us apart
To gift more, fill up love's bountiful cart.
Splash thee more, dear hope from your native tongue.
And gift world beautiful verse to be sung.
Within thy soul and even thy sadness
Counter with blessed hope this world's madness
Shine with rhyming words, bringing on gladness
Yet ignore world's inglorious fadness.
Splash thee more, dear hope from your native tongue.
And gift world beautiful verse to be sung.
And through thy darkest sorrows gift anew
Heroic words that deepest dark breaks through
Gifts empathy, care many are thus due
For truth, darkness oft turns sky weeping blue.
Splash thee more, dear hope from your native tongue.
And gift world beautiful verse to be sung.
Oh, that earth wouldst so truly honor thee
You write poetic verse with such deep glee
As in glory-fruits reaped from your ink tree
Birth gentle winds blowing through land and sea.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-22-2020
Rhyme,
( A Look At A Sad Reality, Those Worthy But Not Rewarded )