Best Instil Poems
Russia's losses have been greater with their Ukrainian invasion
Compared to nine years in Afghanistan, another miscalculation
Many towns and cities in Ukraine are now being taken back
As Ukrainian defenders launch, a devastating counter attack.
At a river in the Donbas region the Russians tried to cross
But were met with fierce resistance and suffered a great loss
An entire Russian battalion with tanks and vehicles too
Have met with a horrific end, as Ukrainian missiles flew.
How many more losses can the cowardly Russians take?
But they'll never admit, that they have made a grave mistake
Their substandard ageing weapons are being put to the test
And are no match for NATO weapons, which are simply the best.
The first war criminal is in the dock, and his trial is underway
For an act of cold blooded murder and with his freedom he'll pay
He'll no doubt serve time in a prison cell ,for a very long time
But surely that is too lenient and he should be hung for his crime.
Russia will never conquer Ukraine and it's a war they won't win
The civilised world is sending a clear message to Vladimar Putin
Russia's botched invasion has now caused NATO to expand
Two more countries will now join the alliance, Sweden and Finland.
Russia is threatening the West and NATO, saying it may go nuclear
It's just sabre rattling on their part and they're trying to instil fear
Even if they launched their missiles, it would invoke article five
The Russian state would cease to exist and they wouldn't survive.
Russia should now do the honourable thing and admit defeat
And for Putin to give the order to his forces, in Ukraine to retreat
Acts of aggression won't be tolerated and the west will not give way
And if you invade a peaceful country, then a high price you will pay.
Written 15th May 2022
My sister Susie loved picking her nose
To her chagrin her little finger froze
It was stuck so far
Doc used a crowbar
Finger up nose - not a ladylike pose!
Our Mother, in a fit of Pique
At Susie's antics with her Beak
Said, "Right my girl"
And in a whirl
Grounded Susie for a Week
Resenting her fate, in bed
Rebellion sparked inside her head
When all were asleep
She'd dress and creep
Though the window and escape instead
A branch near her window hung
Which to its foliage she clung
The branch was weak
And with a shriek
She fell into a pile of Dung
The house woke up only to find
Poor Susie in a dreadful Bind
She looked quite a mess
In her state of distress
That our Mother went out of her mind
"A School for young Ladies, I'll choose"
One, her wildness, I hope will defuse
And instil, at a pace,
Deportment and Grace
To refine the coarse ways of our Suz'
Packed off to be 'Finished' she went
Determined to never repent
Despite all opinions
It's just like 'St Trinians'
And for Susie, was quite an event
Susie boarded at ‘Saint Eloise’
It was there she got covered in fleas
Once she dived in a ditch
To be rid of that itch
Oh, you should see the state of her knees!
When in the first deportment class
Poor Susie fell straight on her ‘ass’
When she exposed her behind
The other girls were unkind
So Susie began passing gas
They had to open the windows and doors
Crawl about and move on all fours
To get rid of the smell
That came straight from hell
Staff told ‘Susie’ no more encores!
Her Classmates all thought it a Hoot
When she lit the gas that she'd shoot
She then vented a Storm
That Blew up her Dorm
Which got our poor Susie the Boot
She believed she should never have gone
From the ones she depended upon
With her Mission, complete
(And a Cork placed, discreet)
Susie's Home where she'll always belong.
20th January 2016
Collaboration J Allison and R Bettridge
What have you done to us my child?
I tore my body to bring you here
He wetted his shirt with sweat to ink your books
23 years of learning gave you a well-paying job
Your job gifted you a high held head.
Then what has gone wrong with you my child?
We chose a man to take your hand
We mistook that he makes your life a merry-go-round.
He used your beauty, brain and brass.
But that doesn't mean you have to suffer all the loss.
Did I give you birth to offer you as a prey on someone else's plate?
Couldn't our blood instil courage in you that you surrendered your life to the fear of a demon?
Didn't your red belt remind you that you are a fighter?
Why hasn't your education given you confidence to face life's challenges?
Why hasn't your job given you courage to live an independent life?
The walls of the dark room shouted beyond their limits to stop you
The wooden cupboard tried its best to hide the bottle from you
The locked door tried to break open its latch to show the world your cowardice
The flickering lamp's attempts to ignite your mind proved to be powerless.
When the eyes of your 2-year old search for you in the middle of the night,
how should I tell that the greed of her dad gulped her mother's breath?
When your father madly waits for you over the weekend,
how should I convince him that his bold daughter has boldly ended her life?
When your friends look for a shoulder to lean on,
how should I tell them that you burnt your body beyond recognition?
When my heart wants to kiss your forehead and hug you,
how should I show it the powdered you resting in that copper canister?
I tell all the daughters out there
Your life is not your wicked blackmailing boyfriend
Your life is not your selfish husband nor your greedy in-laws
Your life is not your snatched virginity
Your life is not a dowry case on the cop's table
Your life is your courage, it should stand as an inspiration.
Your life is your identity, it should set an example.
Your life is YOU.
Your life is YOU.
Your blood is yours, don't let it flow for the foolish.
Your bones are yours, don't crush them under their greedy paws.
You belong to YOU and not to anyone else.
Free will whose
An egoic ruse
Please excuse
Offered clues
The mind body enigma
An outer form we call jiva
Inner layer soul or Atma
All within God or Paramatma
This preamble in place
The line of inquiry we face
From our core at an easy pace
Truth recognised solely by His grace
We the jiva with senses external
Having narrow agendas ephemeral
In joy & sorrow rotation cyclical
Live out a life tragicomical
Our the thus delusion
In myriad of maya borne illusion
Egoic thought fuelling confusion
Mires us in stupor of stagnation
Freedom instant by thought cessation
Resting fear & desire agitation
In restful prayerful meditation
Igniting within divine love bliss elation
However being bound by our own hand
Matrix of life yet we are yet to understand
We ask about free will before we can stand
The light within veiled by mundanity bland
So do we have free will ...
We indeed do if we are still
When divine love in our heart we instil
As the elixir of bliss within overspills
As for destiny
Of mind body entity
There is a blueprint but with no finality
Free will determining turbidity or serenity
When will we be free we hear ourself ask
In effortless stillness getting to the task
Is-ness of presence in joy does bask
Having discarded the ego mask
One day
Any day
Today
Hip hip hooray!
12-September-2020
“The now we live, the to-morrow we scan,
The present we touch, the future we plan,
The seeds we sow today, in sturdy soil
Will sprout to-morrow from our shining toil.” By author,
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The day`s orb is smiling in golden bright,
A moment held with a clear open heart;
Let us inhale fresh air to cleanse our lungs,
Listen to sparrows` sweet songs on lush trees.
The wings of time fly fast and do not wait,
They slide, immutable beyond the space,
Let woeful worries from the past depart,
Let`s embrace the now before it`s too late.
Let us cuddle the present with our will,
Diffuse words and deeds of kindness around
As tomorrow, playground of charlatans,
We may not sight the sun shining again.
If we are at distressed crossroads of life,
If apple of our eyes has quitted us,
Let the morning sun instil in us strength
To make a new start now, not tomorrow.
Yesterday is the shrine of history,
Today is a present of the divine,
Tomorrow is shrouded in mystery,
Let`s make the best of the now, when sun shines.
They practise their guns on the land of the innocence,
these loathsome creatures wipe out the lines of our army,
now we are what left to secure this homeland,
"Come forth my soldiers" the cry of war is heard from leagues away,
we pierce these wind-lances through their corroded hearts with wrath ,
inferno burns the heart of the city,
as we guard behind this ineluctable vile scene like a vault,
keeping these lives we call treasure hoard,
forged iron weapons as our blades as we stand behind this door
waiting for the beasts, we wail our swords in valor
but we are disdained in return, are they blind, do they not see our courage,
in the vast hall the tyrannical emperor sits proud in his throne,
with a crown on his head,
riven by greed he covets this land as much as we want to secure it,
usurper we call him, his eyes instil terror to every man,
he curses the flame of war upon us, he wishes ill upon my people,
his soldiers swimming in blood,
drinking copious amount of alcohol as celebration to our folks death,
our cerulean sea pollute as if there is sickness lies upon it,
It redden and darken as season changes,
our people are driven mad by grief as we scream for mercy,
cadence they say our screams are as we cowered in terror,
distraught by this desolation and mangling towards our kin and home,
we stifled by this thick air where no healthsome air to breathe in,
we could not foretell but we yet still survive this,
we do not linger behind shadows, stench from these shrouded victims open our eyes,
where is the reverence we once deserved,
bairns swear vangeance, cut the head of the snake and you shall be free from this grief.
It is strange
how things that we see
and take for granted
in everyday life
should suddenly instil
in our minds
a new awareness
of their presence
A silent moment
a brief pause
from life's ever quickening pace
a moment of peace -
in times like these
a common thing
like a dried old tree
becomes alive with beauty
It stands like a quiet sentinel
who has witnessed
many an event
through time
Time has passed by
but it remains
silently standing there
O Tree!
What secrets do you store
in your noble branches?
How many events have you recorded
that man knows nothing of?
In your younger days
when you wore your mantle of green
you nested the carefree birds
to their offspring
you gave protection
When the sun scorched the earth
you gave them cool shade
On a cool windy night
you gave them warmth
How pleasant was their song
to your ear
as they sang a song of thanks
to you
You were a playmate to the children
When they romped at your feet
or climbed on your branches
you smiled
Time grew older
and the children became lovers
You saw them kiss in your shade
soft with the light of the moon
The aura of their love
touched your leaves
and you blushed
Today
they have all gone away
but you still remain
silent sentinel
still waiting and watching
How many untold events
have you witnessed
faithful keeper of secrets?
O that my soul could commune with you
and share of your rugged beauty!
Most Noble Tree!
forgive me for my
once-waxen eyes
Closed eyes in world of sweet dreams,
With waving smiles & dancing echoes of sensuality,
My wish winding your squashy lips in excitement,
Creating wobble in the heart of perpetuality.
Your senses will sense that uncanny knack,
Where my wits will arrest that zest honouring you as a thief,
Your sleep will submerge in island of my mischievous deeds,
No seriousness, no promises….only play and mischief.
Pillow will generate a feel of my lap,
Initiating a pursuit for a hand of mine,
The air will dissolve sensational passion in your eyes,
Even the Water in your mouth will turn as wine.
Then your motionless body will run through my eyes,
Scattering every touch in garden of flowerious sensations,
Your lips will confirm it with a smile,
Every second will instil inside you ….elations.
Then my moon will try to rise inside the blanket,
Shyness will rain in draughtiest atmosphere,
The universe will emit syrupy sensations,
Your ear will touch my breadth loud and clear.
Finally my lips will scrub your cheeks,
When you were flying in sky yet sleeping with dreams umpteen,
Suddenly you will open my world through your eyes,
Then a wind will kiss your forehead to say “Goodnite my queen”
Please, please
Save humanity and stop using the W word like that
You have no idea of what wisdom is
Your words wound deep
Your words sting painful
You call me names to bring me down
Am sure you wish I could only drown
Maybe if you talked less, and listened more
You would learn the steps to wisdom-hood
And please please
Stop quoting the bible like that
You are quoting it to satisfy your own agenda
Which is to instil more pain, rather than to help
Wanderings of soul
Couldn't see the colour of the sky,
Nor the birds, their flight so high,
The greens were lost in twilight,
Didn't you see tears in my eyes ?
My stray soul that still wanders,
Passion swamps mind that ponders,
Parallel walk yet no greet,
Will the two banks ever meet ?
Vibrant dreams await fulfil,
Desires in heart deep instil,
Quell pain of eternity,
Do I live infinity ?
Till wrinkles on skin appear,
Emotions to mind will steer,
Till rainbow in sky will fade,
Can I beat my weary jade ?
Wanderings of soul will end,
Love if you could just pretend,
Your lie would be worth a price,
Can't you see tears in my eyes ?
Written December 7th, 2014
Iambic heptameter
For contest 'Iambic verse' by Giorgio A.V.
Now for PD's contest "Best poem of 2014 contest"
Awarded 10th place
Now entered for "Your best old poem contest" by Judy Konos
Awarded 1st place win
Entered for "Best love poem #4" poetry contest by SKAT A
Awarded 9th place win
Now entered for "Favourite" poetry contest by Casarah
Don't ask your heart,
Don't blame it,
Don't chastise your heart,
Don't scorch it,
Make yourself assured
You grasped a true love,
That would never short,
Because I made it as hard love.
I will fill each hole of your heart
To have it eternally to my heart
I swear to my vains and pains,
I will gain the rains of love
Like grains to my brains.
The world was made for love
In animals we have doves
They love themselves without rivalry
That's why they live gourdly.
Don't ask a gourmet about Garri
I swear by the moon and the stars
That live in your steeped heart.
I swear by the love that hankers
To instil in your heart,
I swear by the wisp grins
Of your soft swathed chins
That were dabbed by my lips
I will love your lilac lips.
I will miss your smile,
You are always as my smile.
I will never forget your face,
You are always my pace,
No girl is so worthy in my space,
You are a buttress of my smile
My heart stayed as a wimp
In your love; it can't swim
Your blood is my heart's pool
Your love is much full
I swear by your breathes
That are under my heart's beneath
I swear by your heart's blood
That sprints like a heavy flood
I swear by your eye lashes
That are so hot like high school's lashes
I swear by your trachea's sighs
That allows sweet sighs
To overflow as my heart's sighs,
I will love thee as mine,
Because you're always in my mind.
Sweet love never dies
Sweet love always shines
Sweet love is always my tea
You're a sugar in my tea
By which it tastes thee
Your fragrance fills the atmosphere,
Your sweats dissolve the hydrosphere
Your skin that sways fluently
And the muscles that internally
Hoarded around your bones,
And your bloods within your bones,
I will never forget your love.
It is a long and narrow poem
That goes with touching tones
Your message is a poem
That chirps a melodious tones
Your steps always sound
In my heart's lounge
I will be triumphing your name
I will be caring your name
I will be in your name's fame
Your name will be a game
That I will be hunting as a game
You are frames that frame
My body like a door frame
Your heart will be a legitimate
I'll never be something intimidate
Only those that are magnates
In love will be magnates
That will purchase your heart's magnets
I have a good chiaroscuro
That will let me get a Goro.
(What Susie Did)
My sister Susie loved picking her nose
To her chagrin her little finger froze
It was stuck so far
Doc used a crowbar
Finger up nose - not a ladylike pose!
Our Mother, in a fit of Pique
At Susie's antics with her Beak
Said, "Right my girl"
And in a whirl
Grounded Susie for a Week
Resenting her fate, in bed
Rebellion sparked inside her head
When all were asleep
She'd dress and creep
Though the window and escape instead
A branch near her window hung
Which to its foliage she clung
The branch was weak
And with a shriek
She fell into a pile of Dung
The house woke up only to find
Poor Susie in a dreadful Bind
She looked quite a mess
In her state of distress
That our Mother went out of her mind
"A School for young Ladies, I'll choose"
One, her wildness, I hope will defuse
And instil, at a pace,
Deportment and Grace
To refine the coarse ways of our Suz'
Packed off to be 'Finished' she went
Determined to never repent
Despite all opinions
It's just like 'St Trinians'
And for Susie, was quite an event
Susie boarded at ‘Saint Eloise’
It was there she got covered in fleas
Once she dived in a ditch
To be rid of that itch
Oh, you should see the state of her knees!
When in the first deportment class
Poor Susie fell straight on her ‘ass’
When she exposed her behind
The other girls were unkind
So Susie began passing gas
They had to open the windows and doors
Crawl about and move on all fours
To get rid of the smell
That came straight from hell
Staff told ‘Susie’ no more encores!
Her Classmates all thought it a Hoot
When she lit the gas that she'd shoot
She then vented a Storm
That Blew up her Dorm
Which got our poor Susie the Boot
She believed she should never have gone
From the ones she depended upon
With her Mission, complete
(And a Cork placed, discreet)
Susie's Home where she'll always belong.
(Collaboration with Jan Allison)
There’s so many storms of life
that effects us on our way
tempting us to go for shelter
hiding from these times so grey
These shelters only are temporary
for eventually their seams do crack
lying there prone to be shot
sure to be hit from the enemy attack
It’s better to use strength you have
and use your own eagle’s wing
so fly high above that storm
to be like a victorious king
Train your wings to flap along
giving power to instil your heart
so to soar above the clouds
high you’ll be not just a little part
So this is your way to victory
seeing the storms like an eagle
walking on air so to speak
thanking God you’re not a seagull!
To wake up every morn with a lively song,
And inhale the stephanotis fragrance strong,
Will it not urge us to pass our summer day,
Forget the night and chase our bad dreams away?
Dawn arises above the far horizon
Thoughts and meditations really wizen,
We accept God's gift given freely to us,
Enjoy nature which He has given us thus.
Let us savour our blue lively skies so clear.
Employ all our hours in good and not in fear.
Make certain that what we do comes from our will,
Tasks of honour and charity we'll instil.
On this very special day
So began the rest of your life.
One of you became a Husband
The other became a Wife.
Some say marriage is an institution;
But really it is an art,
It began this day with the vows you made
Not just spoken but committed from the heart.....
To love and honour one another;
By being ready to give and take,
To show tolerance,understanding maybe forgiveness
So the marriage bond will never break.
To be there for each other,
To encourage-to instil pride,
To comfort,care,show compassion
And always stand by each other’s side.
To be aware of each other,
Satisfy each other’s needs,
To communicate from the mind and heart
With kind words and loving deeds.
To like each other,
Value each other’s worth-
Because as well as your lover your partner
Should be your best friend on earth.....
Marriage is what you both make it;
A prison sentence with a ball and chain
Where you feel bound with loss of personal identity
Or a togetherness that will always remain,
With a sense of belonging to someone
And yet still feeling free.
A true marriage is really beautiful
The nearest thing to Divine Love that there could be.....
And so now both of you
Having taken this major step in life,
May you live,prosper and LOVE each other
In continued happiness as HUSBAND and WIFE.
I wrote this for my son and daughter-in-law’s wedding.I have adapted it because for them it was more personal,dates names etc.I also had the privilege of reading it to them in church. They have been happily married now for twenty one years.