Best Imposes Poems
Here's a fact, life is no bed of roses.
It has a habit of knocking us down.
Whatever injustice it imposes,
Welcome it! Don't let the world see you frown.
Still laugh at life as though it were a clown.
When life gets rough, you fully surrender
Faith in God, and he'll guide you to the light;
Bare witness to such majestic splendor.
With prayer, your spark of strength shall ignite;
There's no adversity too tough to fight.
When life gets rough, you float along with hope
As the ashen skies continue to clear.
Through all the pain, you still find ways to cope,
And come what may, you'll always persevere.
In times of need, the Lord is always near.
SONNET FOR THE SILLY
A blessing on all kinds of action silly
Let our God not be a solemn old curmudgeon
The folly that belies the serious dark and chilly
Which imposes stark importance with a bludgeon
For freed of strictures rife with disapproval
The spirit can create with wild abandon
Without constraints demanding the removal
Of that which breaks the sanctity some stand on
I will praise the brothers Marx for their absurdity
And all ‘fools’ who mask high wisdom with the artless
May they lift our spirits when we face adversity
The rejection of such gladness would be heartless
Could it be what we shall hear entering the Hereafter
Is not a harp strings but the sound of joyful laughter
6/8/2019
Give me wine, give me poetry
and a hug to shake off these blues;
give me the sunniest and bluest sky:
give me glimpses of an unstressed tomorrow...
without masked faces that cry behind them!
Breathing freely means absolute freedom,
but the loss of it imposes a new norm;
what can distract people from forgetting death,
and stare at the solemn preacher who must harrow
dying souls for their destination of fire or bliss?
What can cheer up folks and make them laugh?
I'm preparing for my departure, lest fate is gracious:
let the laborious life I lived be an example of boldness,
I've held onto my beliefs, I carried no animosity or envy:
all I had was from God, not from the hands of charity!
Give me earthly delights, give me soothing music,
my assigned time could be nearer than I expect:
I have no throne, no crown, no riches in my treasured chest;
I'll leave as naked as I came...humbleness has never left:
how calm must be the exodus from life into death...
without groans, without moans; and with an exemption from debt!
I'll render this transaction to the Almighty with easiness...
no resistance to prevent what He desires: His wish is too intrinsic!
Power of zero,
is free from expectation,
thus always victorious.
Love’s effervescence
imposes no condition,
for its warm, soulful embrace.
No apparent order to illness, yet
Tonight it’s gunshot wound night
Last night was the night of the inflamed appendixes
Prior to that, the night of the living gallstones
There’s a full moon, no other reason
Price of tea is up in China, outside it’s freezing
gurgling mountain creek
blistered toes find sweet numbness
feet soak up relief
The human realm, chaos’ kingdom, no?
People of all levels of karmic progress
Colliding in the same milieu of limited resources
My small mind imposes its order on the circus
and finds it to be insufficiently logical…
Whose problem is that?
clear blue mountain sky
turns to storm, no reason, save
wings of butterfly
The twisting and turning of the universe’s agenda
A bit beyond my little pea brain to grasp
But if I had to guess, and in fact, I do,
It’s all in perfect, crazymaking order
Chaos is just what we’re not used to
Or can’t find the rhythm of familiarity
angry skies open
drenching torrential deluge
accu-weather fail
6/8/16
© by Author
For contest: My Cousin Chaos
Sponsor: Brian Davey
Appointment to have organ removed by robot-assisted surgeon.
Air-conditioned, no mosquitoes in the OR. When you arrive
You'll remove all your clothes. Naked before the ladies, nurses
Who have seen it all before. Mainly remember you're not unique.
Think about the government while they're mixing up the medicine.
There's always governance even if there's little or no government.
Back to counting backwards. Inside out, if I die, will I know it?
At 70, Jack's running the gauntlet with some skill!
Benny Golson wonders aloud what might have been
Had Clifford Brown not been killed in that auto accident.
Jack's girlfriend once said he was the reincarnation of Clifford
But he doesn't believe in ghosts, karma or an afterlife.
Benny's old girlfriend Betty inspired the tune Along Came Betty
And that's the most afterlife Benny or Betty's gonna get.
The Trojan bench being not as deep as the Greek
Once Sarpedon and Hector go down even the lucky shot
To Achilles' feet is not enough to save the town.
Aeneas is no match for wily Odysseus
Although unbeknownst to all he has the last laugh when Rome
Conquers Athens, the Myrmidons, what's left of Ilion
And the whole known world from India to Britain.
It's not bad to acknowledge death's primacy
Although after a while you stop remembering
To fear. That's when everything becomes clear
Purpose v. purposelessness matters less,
Anomie v. rule of law, that's a preference
Love v. loneliness, worth about 25 cents
Or a million bucks in the light of the holocaust.
Nothing but light, love and the majesty of death in the room.
Machines stand ready like marines, their beauty is in the motion
That overcomes inertia. The food supply is deeply compromised
So eat whatever you want. Mourning the dead is part of the business
Of healing and staying alive. When you get to the afterlife, walk with eyes
open,
Ocotillo and cactus may be in flower. The robot does the work, imposes
Its own small order, like a girl on a bicycle with disorder in her hair.
Tonight, as I gaze at a blood red moon in the sky,
I hear the rhythmic pattering of gentle rains.
Memories and old melodies, I recall with a sigh,
as the sweet fragrance of red roses remains.
I hear the rhythmic pattering of gentle rains.
I'm reminded of another time and another day,
as the sweet fragrance of red roses remains.
The day he proposed with a crimson bouquet.
I'm reminded of another time and another day.
With his love declared, I wanted nothing more.
The day he proposed with a crimson bouquet
and the velvety petals that made my heart soar.
With his love declared, I wanted nothing more.
But now, the sugared scent of blooming roses,
and the velvety petals that made my heart soar,
cause my heart to ache. Oh, such pain it imposes.
But now, the sugared scent of blooming roses,
memories and old melodies, I recall with a sigh,
cause my heart to ache. Oh, such pain it imposes,
tonight, as I gaze at a blood red moon in the sky.
May 16, 2022
A Rhyming Pantoum of Five Stanzas Contest
Hosted by Milt Hankins
When I begin to feel that all hope has been lost
and I'm treading water on a sea, storm tossed,
that's when I seek solitude in a quiet sanctuary.
The decision to be left alone is never arbitrary.
Sitting in the shade of a tree brings me peace
and stress quickly dissolves with coveted release.
In a place of silence, where no words are spoken,
I'm restored in the part of me that was broken.
My mind drifts in a garden of sweet, scented roses,
and I'm content in a world where no one imposes.
There are no tragic news reports, no mention of war,
and I'm slowly floating along near a tranquil shore.
In this quiet haven, faith and hope begin to rebuild.
It's hard to leave this placid refuge where I'm filled
with only positive thoughts, knowing I can take flight
to unruffled shores when I need to set things right.
July 20, 2022
A Quiet Place Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
the past (( collaboration ))
by~ Abbey Haigh
'The past gives me goosebumps,
to think about in detail,
not to hover over the pits like a feather,
but to burrow deep down into the cracks and the creases,
to unpeel the half healed wounds and to pour salt on the cuts that are red and angry'
by~ Poet Destroyer
The past imposes on my future,
of what is and could of been.
Strike them like a match,
and trap every old memory in the burning abyss.
Abuse every thought that triggers out the barrel of a gun in to my mind'
A collaboration with * Abbey Haigh
Slavery
enslavement
force of self-imposed ownership
overpowering another's ego-ownership,
anthro-morbid,
collective ego-morphic tolerance of identity rape,
fear and anger, together building hate,
from which enslavement derives;
a culturally camouflaged nondual co-arising relationship
of codependent despair,
self-hatred.
Enslaving force perpetuates Ego's full-blown angry reduction
in self-identity,
deduction of self,
as someone who could "own" another's Ego-healthy will
for equivalent freedom from my freedom
to enslave another's life,
exterior and interior.
Slave and poverty development owners
internally enslaved by our own hypocritical hubris,
swimming upstream into economically encrusted perpetuation
of cognitive and affective dissonance,
chronic anxious homelessness,
hopelessness that I cannot afford to be more co-empathic,
healthier on my own,
than we are together
on Earth's owner-ship.
Those nations,
corporations,
families,
individuals
addicted to retaining
and further developing
vastly disproportionate wealth deposits,
divorced from our own cooperative health and well-being investments,
not only steal from those without enough to thrive,
but also slink away from our own collective mental health,
anxiously fearing freedom's inevitable reparations,
struggling to repress awareness of nondual codependent enslavement
into entropic death of species.
Hatred combines anger about past with fear of future.
"Anger Management" politics might choose a more transparent therapeutic label,
"Hatred Co-Arising Suppression".
Decomposing hatred first breathes through "I am Anger,"
listening for Time's healing simmer,
then decomposing anger about past violations
to embrace rational fears of deadly toxins
enslaving equitable prospects for a healthy future.
It feels healthy to remember we are Anger
with ourselves
and with each other
before,
without sustaining against ourselves or others,
perpetuating enslaving hatred
for mental health stolen from those without sufficient wealth
to thrive
to feed
our own unhealthy enslaving greed.
Dispirited slavery imposes greedy unnatural ownership,
dreadful wealthy lust for power
co-arising with holistic health's decreasing power,
globally and personally,
without as within.
Very bad karma,
total lack of grace,
not our way to Win-Win race.
Ode to Spain, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Oda a Espana
(before the Civil War)
(Alejandro Duque Amusco draws attention - in his selection of Carlos Bousono’s poems – to
the fact that José Luis Cano considers Bousono to be the poet who re-introduced the theme of
« patriotism » in the poetry of the post-Civil War (1936-39) era. T. Wignesan)
Oh ! Spain ! the land where
while one fighting bull assailed, another kills.
Drunks flying without direction in the stars
seek to ascend shirt-sleeves at the cuffs.
At the meeting points of unfortunate demise
and of living it up, the merrymaking
goes on until midnight. Accordeons.
More wine. Applause. Uproars. Whistlings. Nausea.
In the midst of this wild revelry, a priest militarily surges up.
Imposes benedictions and awards medals.
He climbs up upon a chair. Harangues the crowd.
A general rising up in the thick of battle.
In the hardened and deserted arenas
on the route of bitter thirst,
multitudes of drunks bracing themselves against the wind,
staggered at the rising of the sun.
One of them was dressed as a bull-fighter.
Another laughed to himself. All were dancing.
…………………………………………………………
In the treeless plain swept by wind : persistent hunger,
Spain stammered and choked.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
So you think you’ve reached the age of maturity
Even old enough to draw your old age security?
Not so fast! Listen to what I have to say.
Everyone hopes they will reach that day,
Certainly it’s expected, that when retirement
Thoughts begin to dominate, you’ll lament:
It’s far too early for you to have reached the age
That’s called senectitude! The intervening stage,
Undoubtedly it’s seen as a sign of advancing age!
Dotage will be your next goal - if you survive?
Engage in energetic exercise like me. I’m still alive!
Take it from one whose gone before,
Having the right attitude, is far more
Essential as the years add up. Although
Arthritis, and other aches will grow,
Gaining ground no matter what you do,
Exercise! Not only your body but your brain too
By writing, letters, poetry, songs, lyrics or prose.
Even if the end results are poor, as some suppose,
Follow a rigorous daily routine and be diligent!
Overall this regime will improve your temperament.
Remember, this age can be a blessing or a curse
Except you take steps to avoid senility or worse!
Dotage will inhibit some of us in later years;
Often limiting our capabilities, until we have fears
That life has little to offer us, for we grow old.
Agreed, this could prove true, unless we’re bold!
Giving in to lacklustre thought, imposes restrictions
Exacting a severe toll, unless our avowed convictions
Allow us to surmount all physical constraints.
Rational and positive thought, denies restraints:
Razes barriers that would deny us a happy life
In our later years, unless we curb stress and strife.
Vicarious and pointless thoughts when denied,
Eventually prove, that when positivity is applied,
Standards of living, are neither curtailed or denied!
Rhymer. January 20th, 2017.
This world for some is so tough,
We keep spending money on useless stuff,
When there's kids out there dying,
Crying in poverty in need of surviving.
We keep buying to impress,
Trying to look good in that new dress,
But a woman far away is really in need,
She's had no new clothes since 1993.
Her clothes are dirty tattered rags,
When you're there buying new bags,
Think of her in the ripped clothes,
Don't tell me you know the pain she knows.
It's cold she has no place to stay,
When you're planning your next holiday away,
Go somewhere beautiful and warm,
When she's wishing she could find a home for her baby who's about to be born.
She's scared she has nothing to eat,
When you're planning your next meal to defeat,
She scrapes through bins to find a crumb,
And the whole time your pretending to be numb.
Ignoring the reality in the world we live in,
To me that is an unforgivable sin.
Its unforgivable to me, ignoring the reality,
Its unforgivable to me, ignoring brutality
Its unforgivable to me, ignoring morality.
Its unforgivable to me, as its just plain irrationality.
Why aren't we helping other fight illness and disease,
Well were hoping to fit into a smaller pair of jeans.
Why don't we try and educate them, find out their needs,
Instead were too busy checking our news feeds.
Why don't we help them generate some income,
Instead were too busy trying to bag our next lump sum.
Why don't we help countries reach their development potential,
Instead were outside buying more non essentials. (LIKE TAMPONS HAHA)
Why don't we see this illnesses and disease,
imposes high cost burdens on these families,
If we help them generate some money,
It will help higher their life expectancy.
Laws are made by Congress for public
Public suffer by virtue of its click
Law maker keep loopholes
As they don’t have souls
Claim to be more than equal to check.
No lack of *Napoleon or *Snowball
Workhorses like *Boxer at their call
To use and abuse *Windmill
They choose their own deal
People left pauper after their fall.
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Third Place winner in
Contest: Double Limerick by JOhn Freeman & Carolyn Devonshire
Inspired Linda-marie"s Limerick "Zip It"
U.S.A. Congress imposes the LAW,
"Do as I say, but not do" hence the flaw,
While we earn large salary,
You struggle in poverty,
An amendment will just stick in our craw.
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** Napoleon and Snowball are the leaders in Animal Farm fighting for the power.
Boxer is a character who looks on which side of the bread is buttered.
Windmill just a symbol of a project thro' which the politicians grind their axe.
The dance goes on; and every generation
Imposes measured steps and calls fast time.
I would sit this one out, but for the few
Opportunities for joining hands.
My awkward feet remember dated songs
And struggle with the strains of obsolescence.
The dance goes on and is oblivious
To slower time when need outlives a style.