Best Importantly Poems
Some of us are secretive at first. We hide our poetry’s soul self,
gently letting her peep out; sometimes regretting it immediately.
Fearful of critiques from people who do not understand that poetry
is something we are compelled and born to do with our feelings.
Your diary entries may form themselves into goodness or badness
before you realize your calling as a poet.
Truths shockingly ooze out, surprising you.
Feelings creep out onto a page, in loud angry letters,
or romantic feelings daintily brush onto a crisp lined page
in the form of sweetness and light.
You are a word player, because you cannot
stop this obsession, but it does not define you.
This poetry gig is but a glimmer of a glimpse of yourself.
You might be a caregiver, or a wonderful friend.
People who count on your smile every day may not realize
you have a love affair with words, and an obsession to write them.
We are each a unique jewel, mined from God’s mind.
Poetry may initiate a whisper of a tiny facet of ourselves,
but our secrets are safe. We not merely poets. We are lovers
of life, and words. Most importantly, we remain gloriously hidden
and unknown to most.
Written 12-20-18 Contest: You Are Not Defined by Poetry
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Butterfly Nebula
Far away in the night
A sky full of stars
A song full of notes
A story full of words
And, most importantly…
A poem, full of Light!
I can not leave a picture, but if I could it would be the first one. #1 at the top of the list. The Butterfly Nebula. It is lovely indeed. Although they are all incredible. Thank you for sharing them.
Joy is in living life, which like a buffet,
is filled with tasty morsels for us to try each day.
Yes, Joy is in trying every sweet delight
tempting to the senses: touch, taste, sound, smell and sight.
Joy, though it comprises the basic senses five,
amplifies a sixth sense on which humans thrive.
Joy, when experienced at its very best
touches us inside our soul; that’s when we are blessed.
Joy tasted by the soul we never can ignore
for memories store joy, which lives forevermore!
Joy, most importantly, isn’t just in living.
Sharing it is vital, for joy is in the giving!
July 25, 2022
For the Joy Poetry Contest of Regina McIntosh
Rise Up
Rise up to the blessing of another day.
To all that awaits you this moment.
To all that will challenge you and enlighten you.
Rise up to the opportunity to live in your truth and appreciate the truth of others.
To make a difference and matter to those in your path and to those you never noticed.
Be awakened by the joys of opportunities both sought after and placed before you.
Rise up to the choices that you have the freedom to make and take delight in being the vessel to enforce them.
Embrace your beauty, your strength, and most importantly, your flaws.
Be courageous when faced with adversity and smile when you’ve conquered the impossible.
Rise up to your fears and shortcomings and face them with the belief that you are not the only one; you are never alone.
There is so much turmoil in the world today. Be that small ripple in the water that becomes the huge wave of hope and positive change.
Be that spark that ignites into a blaze of restoration.
Rise up to the responsibility of reminding our youth that they are royalty and should conduct themselves as such.
With the dignity and respect which is needed to be a part of resolutions and not part of our demise.
Although life has a way to often break us down, we must rise up to the realities of our destiny.
We cannot be broken. Our spirit cannot waiver. Our souls have been fortified with ancestry that embodied perseverance, power, and the will to praise God.
RISE UP KINGS
RISE UP QUEENS
We are backed by our foundation of greatness and all that we are facing in the world today is our foundation of inspiration and purpose.
We must be inspired every day to simply and deliberately RISE UP!
I want to
I really do
I want to walk the walk
But I have a limp
Hobbled by all the things I think
There seems to be more than one missing link
On the beach of life, I try stepping softly but still I sink
I want to
I really do
I want to talk the talk
But I'm afraid, fifty shades of grey times two
How do I know if what I believe is true?
Will it be evidenced by the things I do?
Or in the end will I be influenced by you?
Walking and talking
It's just not enough
I need to relinquish all my inner stuff
Allowing myself to be weak instead of tough
For if God works in mysterious ways
Everything leads to the end of days
So instead of walking and talking my hands I'll raise
With voice and heart I will give God praise
If I allow Jesus to love me
He will guide my walk
He will permeate my heart and the way I talk
My inner softness he will surely unlock
His words not mine will become my rock
it's not about doing
It's more about being
His way, is the way of helping and seeing
By letting Him lead, it will be more freeing
The more I witness the more I'll be believing
Walking and talking but more importantly listening!
Inspired by Debbie Guzzi's contest but not for the contest.
I had waited for you seemingly forever
So long did it take before you were to come into my life
But in so many ways you had always been there
Your hair so white more than once people
Said that you glowed
Your eyes blue gray
Soft but piercing.
In the spring we’d plant flowers and you quite the digger
Would never tire of ‘replanting’ oh the control God blessed
Me with that summer
On the porch we would swing and sing until my throat would be sore
And still Id manage one more
Lavender Blue, You Are My Sunshine, Red River Valley
I can still hear the wee small voice
In the summer under the big maple the front walk
Would flood and we’d run back and forth barefooted and splashing
Your face, pure joy, your eyes animated, your smile so wide
And those cheeks I could tweak them right now
Is there any better sound than giggles and splashes
Autumn we would take long walks and picnics down in the woods
And sit on a fallen tree. We’d find ants and worms and spiders and rescue the most
Precious of treasures. Feathers, milkweed fuzz, acorns, so much
Bounty for the taking. We’d bring them home and glue them
On paper or cardboard or make touch books
Winter oh please let’s have snow for winter. Snowmen
And snow forts, snow balls and mmmm snow cream.
I remember the look on your face at your first bite as
If you had just made magic.
We read books by the fire, books and more books
Then you would touch my lips and ask me to
Read one with my mouth, which meant to make
Up one just for you.
You have been blessed with intelligence
You have an uncanny ability to fix things
You’ve never seen before
Your sense of humor can put me away
Until I beg you to stop
You have a sense of logic beyond your years
You will sit on the floor for hours and build block towers for babies
Most importantly my son
You have been blessed for an unquenchable thirst for God’s own heart
At eighteen our time together will be changing but sitting here
I remember the words from a book we used to sing to each other
“I’ll love you forever
I’ll like you for always
As long as I’m living
My baby you’ll be"
To Noah
I wish l could bottle kindness and cuddles
In little coloured bottles happy and bright
To produce and share in abundance
This would be my plight
I would give to the lost and lonely
To the addicted, sad, afraid
To the sick, vulnerable, uncertain
Spread it world wide ….my crusade
I would give it to the selfish, cruel and mean
So they could experience being kind
Feel the joy and see the difference it can make
Perhaps, and “only perhaps” it could help sway their minds
Most importantly l would give to the kind ones
The unselfish who care and constantly give
Kindness being innate to them
Worthy , deserving…. as kindness they live
Humans need and gain from acts of kindness
Whether big , small or seemingly not much
Along with a caring heartfelt cuddle
The closeness and comfort from human touch
I know bottles of kindness and cuddles
Will not bring major change or world peace
Though step by step and little by little
Positive changes will increase
Ingredients To Achieve A Dream - Panagiota Romios
Dream Recipe: Ingredients
Have a huge dream that seems unachievable!
Be fearless and put up pictures of that dream all over your house.
Invite your God to mentor you and then close your ears.
As the world is replete with nay-sayers out to choke you with fear.
You think I am supercilious or dallying in a game?
No, this is so real, if you don't do this, you will find others or
circumstances to blame.
Most importantly, do go on a total news diet.
Total abstinence, please, oh please, just try it?
Read and listen to only things that uplift you heart.
Be very careful as what enters your mind, as all that
becomes you.
And if suffering from any illness, do the best you can to not let
it define you!
Don't let anyone ever steal your dream.
Then your life can be the Creme de la Creme!
February 19' 2020
3:30pm PST
A Birthday Poem For My Very Special Friend
(This is also composed for my dear friend, PD)
Your birthday is indeed a great time of gaiety,
It calls for a celebration, a Grand Poetic Party
But, what I have just said is only a secondary
Most importantly, your life is great and healthy.
I am writing this poem first and foremost,
To send my love and best wishes to the most
For all the dreams of yours, let’s make a toast
May they all be fulfilled without any cost.
Since, I don’t have here your complete address,
I cannot send you chocolates, cakes or roses
So, I’ll just send my fervent prayer for success
To God, He may protect you, guide you and bless.
I will also enclose in these lines of my poem,
My songs of bliss for you and your family at home,
May you be free from all worries and gloom
Age added but, you’re a gal who incessantly bloom.
My dearest friend Linda, have a very happy birthday,
If you are only here, I’ll dance with you today,
Like a lady on her debut on the 18th Natal Day
You’re our Grand Celebrity in ‘tis Land of Poetry.
Note:
(Reposting)
This will be my advance Happy, Happy Birthday Poem to my DEAREST friend and CO-LIBRAN on the Soup, LINDA or PD. Three days from now will already be her BIRTHDAY MONTH. I AM SO EXCITED AND I AM LOOKING FORWARD FOR THE DATE, OCT. 7. Honestly, THIS POEM WAS ORIGINALLY WRITTEN FOR HER BECAUSE I KNOW HER MORE AND SHE ACTUALLY HAS GIVEN ME THE INSPIRATION TO WRITE A BIRTHDAY POEM FOR THE CONTEST !!ADVANCE HAPPY, HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAREST FRIEND!!! Love yah!
Written: Sept. 25,2012
I want more
More time to do more
More this and more that
Someone told me less is more
What do you think of that
If I had more money
I could buy more stuff
If I had more things
would it be enough
I'd eat more
have an extra scoop
At the other end
there'd be more poop
If I'm more smelly
I might have less friends
but I guess it depends
They may want more
More from me
More generosity
More trips
more insanity
More hands out
More questioning what I see
I'd have to be more careful
More intelligent
More astute
The more I'd have
The more I'd pollute
So instead
Do I want less
Yes less
Less time away from home
Less using my iPhone
Less stress
So it seems less is more
More or less
I need more time to confess
So I can be less of a mess
and more of a man
More and different
Better than I am
More importantly
I'd be blessed
Having less
Is a test
So that when
I have more
My own greed is addressed
I won't care who's impressed
I'll give to those in need
the ones who need more
Because sometimes
Less is just less
Those with more
should help clean up the mess
So in the end
Less or more
More or less
Be your best
Don't forget who you are
Either way be a blessing
and be blessed.
This is a lil tribute for our beautiful 'Ink Empress' as a token of gift, on this special sunrise, as it's her Birthday today ~
She has been the guiding light for my heart and soul, in my darkest phases as she has always been there for me, emotionally, and supported me through everything.. She's the one who pushed me to join PoetrySoup in August, 2023. Dear Ink, I've found a friend in you (which I truly never had), an inspiration too for I'm a fan of your poetry...since always, a mentor who helps me to improve my skills and most importantly - You're my Guardian Fairy Goddess..Thank you so much for your amazing presence in my life... We soupers adore you!!!
As sun's splattered rings,
bestow blessings and
confetti dawns paint
champagne canvases,
she rises beyond
the scents of
cherry Luna,
drizzling like stardust,
painting mangroves
of metaphors.
She's like the mistress
of ink, with her art,
knitting feelings
in raspberry rhymes;
her haloed heartbeats
shall whisper in
poetic brushstrokes
of resilience,
above roaring tides
of 'satanic seas',
as her heart is an
'Ethereal Empress'
painting empathy
when horizons bleed
in pearlescent shine,
midst rosy sunrise.
She's an acrylic
archangel, in her
empire of
pristine poesy.
The Contest
I would like to enter,
and sometimes I do.
Occasionally I even win,
to my surprise.
How cool!
The true rule,
to every fool,
or pirate on a mission;
is write,
and write,
and write.
Do something,
say something in words,
that will ripple and feel.
Good or bad,
happy or sad,
most importantly...
Real!
About events that have taken place,
and ones that are yet to occur.
Items of interest to those in the dark,
to sing to the Light.
It is a fight daily,
to hit the right keys and not freeze.
To listen to the birds, for words.
Then, to be still and pray.
I want to move too fast,
I need to run.
But I can not.
I need to fly.
But have no wings.
I need to swim,
but my mermaid tail was sharply cut,
and legs grew back...
Clumsy now,
I stir my coffee with a sardine,
not to be mean,
they just taste good.
Even though
It was so long ago
It still holds the place in my heart
The one I reserved for special moments
with him
The times before his health
got the best of our relationship
Back when my grandpa
was able to be my
grandpa
It was my first parade
and one of his last
The Halloween of
2006.
There was
tigers
and lions
and bear
oh my.
but there was also the usual
witches, and monsters
but most importantly
there was my grandpa.
He volunteered to help
with the small monsters
of classroom 301 that year
which would also be his last
so he was able to walk with his
even if he kept stopping
to pick up candy
along the way.
walking with him
along the crowded streets
past the sirens of the firetrucks
and over the steep hills
will forever beat any memory
of
trick or treating
passing out candy
or the endless Halloween parties
for that was just a moment to enjoy
now that his old age has hit him
hard
there's no more walking
no more dressing up for Halloween
just to see a smile on the face of
his grandchildren
his little monsters
That moment will forever hold my heart
ten years ago was
the last time
this witch
had her
nun
of a grandfather
walk beside her
Examine your surroundings,
most importantly their hue,
for I recall a day when setting sun
hung in the fire of a neon sky
and blazed an orange red.
What imperceptible thread held it
there above our heads like a paradigm of passion
suspended for all time!
Even now, years later,
I draw that moment out and bask in it again. . .
and over again. Also I remember how
that serpent came from nowhere
and slithered terra cotta in the sand around our feet.
I believe he was exponential (in a Biblical sense)
of what we soon would lose - our innocence -
as afternoon slipped into an iridescent dusk.
The colors of that dusk
bursting and sizzling like our steamy summer love,
primarily in nuances of lust,
flowed scarlet over us in the color of a crimson
which was cardinal as sin.
Then to the screams of gulls and to the crash of waves,
I writhed beneath a surge of heat
and his face. . . that glowed with desire.
Only at the beach was I ever to know
such splendor. . . there with my first love
and there with the sun, where it burned out.
love fest
welcome here
our community
open hearts and open palms
expressing and receiving other’s feelings
Universality will be possible only when we focus
on human qualities that unite us. Respect, politeness,
cooperation, friendship, inclusion, teamwork. This stems
from the ability to listen to, and most importantly hear
other’s ideas, that are not necessarily our own, and allow
them to flourish also.