Best In Principle Poems
It is dangerous to walk into the conscientious realm of another,
To make love out of emotions long dreaded, long missed, and long lived
Each choice we make to discover in one another
Is sacred, momentous, and worthy of comprehensive purpose
We, in principle, are made for each other,
To live our lives in exploration of one another,
To breathe into the depleted lungs,
To bite the lip long quivering,
To dress wounds as if they are your own
I speak of unity, and I speak of strength
I speak of daring yourself to know the ins and outs of my terrain
Passing all impasses of disdain, sorrow, failure, and unimaginable pain,
They marvel because we matter
You stay because you understand
You understand because I have long dreaded this moment
I have long missed your breaths,
And I have long lived your fears
I have touched the lips that speak so clear,
Wrapping your surfacing scars against the balm of synchronization
A most treacherous climb into the safety of your arms,
I anticipate the choice you make each and every day
You know I wait, because you and I were made that way
In turn, challenging the rest to discern what we have long understood
Categories:
in principle, change, destiny, devotion, growth,
Form:
Free verse
( previous title...Destruction Junction)
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There once lived a mouse who was intelligent; a mouse of
action, and very good!
Who did so much to clean up his neighborhood.
Mice that were hungry found jobs and were happy.
They had full tummies now and hugged their "pappies".
They were free to go to church, as good mice do!
And so very proud to live in Mouse Town,too!
But around the corner lurked some very jealous,
livid mice.
Telling lies and tales to demean that Good Mouse.
Not once, but three-thousand and thrice!
And yet, the Good Mouse kept things at ease.
Whilst the evil mice wanted him cut down at the knees.
No matter all that the Good Mouse would do.
Well, harumph!
These, the jealous mice could simply not eschew!
So Mouse Town had an election to rid the town of the
Good Mouse!
In fact, the jealous were so livid they planned to drag
him out of his own special house!
There is no end to this on-going tale yet.
Even those who like him are beaten and under threat?
While the jealous, mice plotted long past midnight, just
salivating to see his end!
He flew high above them not only in principle and action,
but in Mouse Town's best silvery jet!
Just beyond the grassy, verdant bend.
Those scrawny, spiteful, mice overcome with tales and
hate.
Had souls that were the devil's mate.
They simply do not realize the lovers of Mouse Town will
re-elect Good Mouse as Head of Mouse Town.
Oh, how they will gnash their teeth, cry and frown....
And yes, blame his win on some "international" Mouse Town?
While Mouse Town will be celebrating with great jubilation,
The green eyed mice will be drinking sour grapes in a state
of another, most dark humiliation!!
Moral: "Winners make the effort; losers make excuses."
(Frank Sonnenberg~Soul Food)
Or
Winners are people of action, losers love playing victim!
January 15, 2020
Categories:
in principle, america, truth,
Form:
False promises and bold faced lies
From leaders we call men,
Too foolish, vain and unwise
It’s the election blues again.
Feign to believe the web they weave
With patient ears we listen,
Future balanced if they achieve
From deceitful eyes teeth glisten.
In principle, fate is our blame
Yet in our selfish pride,
Our judgment shadows woeful shame
Behind scapegoats fail to hide.
Ballot fiends they all may be
Watching poll numbers, plus or minus three,
What will their victory bring to me
After January twenty-three.
Subsidized youth sports, gun control
Child care dollars galore,
A policy a day, and truth be told
Campaign gifts are a chore.
What matters East-West-South ‘n North
Is that we get it right,
While opponents bicker back and forth
By cable, bus or flight.
Success depends on unity
Without it we’re a wreck,
While one side suffers mutiny
The Grits give Tories heck.
The separatist Bloc` says “Let us go”
Demanding sovereign freedom,
White margarine and one-tongued-signs
Does Canada really need them.
The answer is, quite simply, oui`
We cannot tear apart,
Instead, honor all with dignity
And make a brand new start.
While men debate with pointed fingers
On issues big or small,
Our neighbor’s fear of terror lingers
With plans to build a wall.
Five billion they shall not relinquish
While bring East to peace,
Infernal war fires ne’r extinguish
Diplomacy for lease.
Denying partnership in war
To Iraq we didn’t go,
And up in space where eagles soar
Again we said “Oh no”.
Canada is not the States
Their future is not ours,
While Bush comments on us, berates
His future quickly sours.
When we look back upon these days
In golden years of life,
Will mirrored lakes obscure with haze
Too thick for sharpened knife.
Or does the future hold great treasure
For Canadians, one and all,
With strength and courage beyond measure
Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall.
Like years before, each voter chooses
With hopes and dreams of change and glory,
But in the end there’s winners and losers
Different writer, same old story.
Scott Goldsberry
December 30, 2005
Categories:
in principle, history, peace, social, future,
Form:
Free verse
A woman so strong, our own Joan of Arc
Rose up amongst others to conquer the dark
Never once did she hesitate, always took the lead
Walked at the front, she knew what we need.
Today she decided to take another leap
Just another step, on a warpath ever so steep.
She entered the world where the sword has no meaning
For now she can rest in a life more appealing.
A mother at heart with tender understanding
She knew when to pause when her boy-child was stumbling
Her daughters she taught to be woman of note
This remarkable woman that life could not smote
Suffering for you did not come from the pyre
The pains that you bore in your heart you acquire
Steadfast in principle for that what was right
Now you can rest, its the end of the fight.
Categories:
in principle, character,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
To be absolutely certain
To be firmly convicted in principle and belief
Is the scariest feeling of all
But, like all feelings, it never lasts
The conviction stays, but the mind wanders
Deep into the zones of ostensible comfort
Where it rests merely to frenzy
Into the streets of opposition
Straight into the absolute wrong
But the feeling never lasts
It returns to the minute certainty
The mind becomes determined in the conviction it has embraced
And the best feeling rises above the initial fear:
Gratefulness
6-29-13
Categories:
in principle, analogy, angst, beautiful, change,
Form:
Free verse
Trouble free philosophy
Demands you live and let live
If bountiful benefits should come from life’s biography and geography
Which in principle asserts you give
As much freedom
As exigencies require for others
To enjoy maximum peace of mind in the kingdom
Where in harmony they live as sisters and brothers
United by a common humankind destiny
Which guarantees love and peace to all
Without your intrusive scrutiny
In which your associates and acquaintances can’t play ball
Because your accursed curiosity slays the fun
They enjoy
Rather than the boisterous bun
Your lifestyle metamorphoses into the toy
They’d rather do without
In circumstances where their sanity
Excludes the doubt
You germinate alongside the vile vanity you expand into insane inanity.
Categories:
in principle, poems,
Form:
Free verse
I want to go lower, so I can survive the lifeless crazy
if only I could scream so all the stars can hear me
shadow dancing on the river Styx
the river flows that way, while I swim this
and I never ever, let her in again
for she could do damage, beyond repairing
for she could explode in me, like a great atom bomb
and then I'm left dancing, beyond the beyond
Will I ever, never come home?
we shall know sometime, in the near unknown
I've almost gone dead again
living in the only constant
lying in a bed of defeat
bouncing right back, like a song on repeat
I heal so fast, what was that which hit me?
I've already forgotten, you were ever against me
Undefeated, invincible
this world couldn't kill me, in principle
I'm the rising unholy, now know me, immortal
three is the number, that makes my perfect circle
I'm inside the night, all walled up tight
I still haven't faded, that made it all right
I've taken a turn, and learned to be better
after wearing your skin, like an old sin filled sweater
you couldn't get me, it tempts me to fail
then maybe you would have, just once chance, in hell.
Categories:
in principle, angst, death, fear, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Does it make you sad too that Republicans say
That no man is my 'brother' who won't make me right, (1)
That diversities' bona fides died.
Parties punish a member who won't smoke their 'joint, '
It seems all that they care about's winning the fight,
Not their fault if your conscience gets fried.
World of politics now is a loyalty test,
And debate on the merits becoming passé
For the devil one knows has to win.
Give the devil his due, listening's a lost art,
It seems compromise shouts you're the ponce of the day
For 'both parties to win now's a sin!
So where did we go wrong? One place, Nixon's disgrace!
For the party of Lincoln an act to explain,
(After that public trust, a lost cause) .
And then Kennedy died, Camelot crucified,
'Great society' born on the wave of that pain,
'Brother love' was attempted though laws.
Man's distrust, no concern, it was too much, too soon,
Though the pen may win scrimmage, at last, the sword wins,
For no logic can conquer the heart.
It's utopian plan, write a law, change the man,
Human fate sits uneasy on needles and pins,
For real peace needs goodwill from the start. (2)
I am not saying here that I'm sure that you're wrong,
But I do want in goodwill to caution us all,
Clear in scripture, to love men, serves God.
Yes, to honor your family's part of that task,
But the service of others is how you stand tall,
Independence suggests you're a fraud.
Long Tooth
April 28, 2018
Poet's notes:
(1) Politics is supposed to include "horsetrading! " It is a venerable
tradition in this country and essential for governing to work as it
should. Those, of either party, who demand that their members
follow the parties' desires and not those of the member's
constituents are a new kind of modern day terrorist and have more
in common with the Taliban than with American ideals.
(2) When Republicans announced (without shame)their intention to
sabotage every Obama (Democratic)piece of legislation in principle
(even if they liked it), they committed an act of treason against our
country and democratic ideals in my opinion. May God and the
nation forgive both parties for such crimes and try to deal with the
thinking that brings on such egregious evil so that we might move
forward together!
Categories:
in principle, bullying, forgiveness, political,
Form:
Rhyme
Along the seam of existence, we move
in designed gyrations, each tiny prayer
depicting languid entreaties to groove
harmonious over bliss and despair.
Such pointed dedication wanders lost
when overlooking the cosmic random
that promotes us tossed in stardust exhaust
by slingshot forces pulling in tandem
beyond simple gravity or wonder
these notions of eternally longing
to crack the heavens in blessed thunder
with force pure in principle belonging.
Without real trust in this divination
our fluid spin begins unraveling
until there is no sheer combination
left for lovers despite such traveling.
Categories:
in principle, allegory, lost love
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
You’ve seen it before
Never spoke of
The hapless Individual
Helpless in principle
Mercy, out of sale
Withered broke frail
Teenage angst
Hand me down hate
Weaken by the irate
A sitting bomb
Counts and waits
One last push
To the point to agitate
And detonate
An unjust fate
Could have saved
Should have stayed
Didn’t manage a role
Hunting pack cruel
Achieved enlightenment
Silent excitement
Categories:
in principle, angst, childhood, people, philosophy,
Form:
Rich in principle, but not in spirit
The money flows so rapidly, similar to the tears
Happiness can not be bought
Every cent holds an ounce of sentiment
Spending feelings and counting emotions
Hurt heart with full pockets
Unbalanced mind, sees no profit in unhappy work
How can the rich feel so poor?
Categories:
in principle, loss, visionary, work, write,
Form:
Free verse
The Birth of life
I was born by a woman, this because I`m human
and not a horse, my mother had many faults as a housewife
but she instilled in our honesty and forthrightness
and not stay silent if you have an opinion that is not what
everybody else believes, and I have followed her rules.
I happen to think that abortion is in principle a crime against
nature to end a pregnancy for any reason that is not medical.
I`m the lucky one we lived in poverty yet my mother gave me life.
When pre-born my soul had lived aeons of time and
seen how countries had withered and taken over
because people lived in luxury where wine, sex and lust was
more important than giving life
nations who had forgotten their future and imported
children from afar lands which altered a culture
and replaced it with chaos and failure.
The slave is stronger than the master.
Now it is happening again; women have been lured into
thinking that they are not equal to a man if they
bear children, which is the highest anyone can reach.
Women are our future let us not forget this simple truth.
Categories:
in principle, blessing, blue,
Form:
Blank verse
Life is unpredictable, we know this fact in principle, as no-one is invincible; but life can be so hard.
So, we start, to try to write our narrative, each verse we search for positives, consider new alternatives, we keep alert; on guard.
But storms come with aggression, send us into new dimensions, some say trials are meant to strengthen, then they pass.
I’ve seen trauma come and go, more than anybody knows, and hurt can follow like a shadow whilst it lasts.
Some rub salt into a wound, whilst others help to get you through, and when the skies return to blue, new hope is born.
One day we will beat Storm Corona, and destroy its cruel persona, we’ll unite in strength together, and embrace a whole new norm.
I have also produced this in spoken word form, which you can watch and listen to at the below link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wzdxqi6gKOo&feature=youtu.be
17.08.2020
Categories:
in principle, encouraging,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
He doesn’t launch Satellite
Who had not seen the light,
Fears nursed about not-warned fight,
Shows of military might…
Yet, scouts for news from regions,
Launchers won’t mind from Legions;
Granted Data Collector
But it does count: Director:
To nations innards Surgeon
Wherever men live or sojourn…
Perhaps, in principle right,
Still in reality not white:
One is proven the nosy,
In life things are not rosy
Or else the Trouble Maker,
In peace meetings a Faker!
Categories:
in principle, violence, war, western, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
FRAGMENTS 5
Assorted fragments tossing
In the wind-blown gravity
Of being and becoming
Not yet adulterated by time
And mellow beyond space
Yet all-abiding in principle
Where each iota of blood
Gushes in tandem even prompts
Simple harmonic motion hence
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Leon Enriquez
04 October 2019
Singapore
Categories:
in principle, change,
Form:
Free verse