Best Intention Poems
My adored is here, Oh Vincent!
Charming with your perfume's scent
not minding if it costs just 50 cent.
Wishing to lean on you
and form a crescent
on your well endowed body
which is like an expensive present.
Stealing a kiss from me is decent
but pulling me back
and forcefully keeping my legs bent;
even with my resistance,
you would not relent
makes you a pathetic Dog 100 percent.
And I am regretful of my time badly spent.
I escaped, when you were a little complacent
as you rudely smiled
like a badly trained Adolescent.
And all these while,
I thought you were innocent.
How dare you try to penetrate
without passing through my consent?
Now that the beast in you, you represent,
the only thing I have to say to you
is REPENT!
Published: 6/6/2012
LIFE’s INTENTIONS
Across the field in wild proliferation
A multiplicity of forms abound
Not broad brush daubed impressionist collation
But gathering of beings, each one crowned
Every leaf each blade of grass with purpose showing
A will that shall maintain the form alive
From golden flower clock the seeds are blowing
All strive to bring persistence and survive
I see life spark contained within each one
Or is it mere organic chemistry
Or hand of God that draws a thread as spun
And weaves the cloth of every destiny
Explanations are profuse as man’s invention
Nonetheless I’ll not deny a clear intention
WHEREAS
Whereas I see no doubt of life’s intents
All forms self driven to perpetuate
Yet there’s another motive that I sense
That drives those entities to close relate
Each seen to be supportive of another
Although one instinct drives them to compete
While in their interaction as a brother
Contribute to conception more complete
Within a seemed consensual existence
Where help is given willingly or no
In endless reciprocity assistance
Our world proliferates, thus to bestow
The spectrum of creation, whence assigned
Bringing light and satisfaction to my mind
Love's Intention
Intention leads us to
spiritual revelations,
Serene contemplation
of becoming one
with the colors of life.
Scents that elevate the
soul to higher levels
of realization help us
grow and share that
divine part of us coming
from a place of love.
Water, like our intention,
finds its own way to
filter through obstacles.
Our connection flows
within these pure waters
in divine liquid love.
Earth rises into mountains
propelling dreams into
reflections of the rise and
fall of man, yet only
when we release our grasp,
do we move forward to
obtain the unobtainable
souvenirs of love.
1-31-18 rev.
Contest: One In Five Contest ~First Place~
Sponsor: Joseph May
Theme Chosen: Souvenirs of Love
*Photo is Purple Galaxy Tumbir Andromeda
I walk across myself,
In daily grace,
Lacking that which legs embrace.
I bounce.
And trounce,
And pounce upon,
My mind as if, as if,
I’ve been pronounced.
Aching for a feeling felt,
By those before me freed,
By shadows shaking in cerebral leaves,
Melting nature, neither knelt nor creed.
Undulating evanescence of feeling for a now,
Halt your breath or lack thereof,
For you I’ll heed a bow.
Seeking sorrow I wish for not,
Though thoughts seek for your brush.
Sucking me into the rush,
Of mindlessness I’ve fought.
Always fleeing the fear of me;
The one that has no locus.
Ricocheting nervous flux,
Into a constant lack of focus.
Rhyme, no,
Not time,
Nor dime,
Hidden in a pig,
Whose aching effort of swollen holes,
Is but a brief and shameful gig.
Despite the lack of spoken spree,
Or glee within a trance,
A chance to free the me in thee,
Has saved me in your glance.
Hopeless, a joke of hocus pocus,
Abra go grab the macabre who woke us,
For without wishes I’ve only you,
Which make me less than two.
By invitation from a trusted friend,
a medium intervention took place and I went.
The building set in the thick forest by a shimmering lake,
some broken sheds looking sad and strange to take.
Weeded and worn the manor house thatch,
a frail welcome and the oil lamp in my face, opens the latch.
Guided into a stony room, a roaring fire giving light to others,
all wearing coats to darkness trance of matter.
Musky sandalwood and smoke heavy on the eye,
cold winds slapping windows nearby.
Tattered curtains reveal a stone cast from the wall,
a female priestess turns into a fragile light, while some stones just fall.
The purple silver dress enriching her timeless gestation,
taken centre stage and a bow of appreciation.
‘Weary dreary, the lot of You’,
the soft velvet voice seeking attention, of what to do.
“I roaming with a hungry heart,
and I invite you to my noble sphere”.
‘And all I see are empty cloaks everywhere’.
You charlatans and prosperous healer,
you happy clapper and commercial dealer.
‘When will you lot start to provide genuine visions,
which are not based on commissions’.
‘This labor by slow prudence not to fail,
needs the wind of compassion to sail.’
‘Some work of noble note is still to be done’,
Deep moans round with many voices,
some shriek from there own detected choices.
‘We need to be one equal temper with heroic hearts,
to strive, to seek, to find the virtue of healing art’.
The doctrine is simple, ancient and true,
Life’s trial that you only love what is worth your love,
has little consequence by the miracle above.
The fire crashes to a flicker and darkness takes the hand,
The faint voice of the priestess so clear, “Wake and understand”.
Feeling lost in the solemn and strange,
wondering about the elements it takes to change.
It was never my intention,
not a conscious decision,
to cause you any level of grief.
Our give and take wasn’t as envisioned.
Blindly, I let you fall between my gaps.
It’s not right or wrong, but fact that
I got lost in a thronged rhythm
recovering from things life had given.
You have always shone a warm light
selflessly bright into my life.
Stern storms drowned my content,
turned me until forlorn bent.
I pursued a healing renewal but
my drenched attempts were futile -
I didn’t mean to hurl you into my duel.
Please accept my sincere apology
for giving less than you handed me.
I’d never set out to hurt another
but denying friendship gratitude
colors me pallid shades of rude.
Beginning of your route,
May frighten you, and even good
Wish, shimmering at distance as a torch,
Attracted you for minute that is less
Than minute spent, examining
Hay stop come over here and listen I am back and here is my intention to give you the best poetry in this dimension like it or love it. It does not matter either way just as long as you remember the words i say. In your head I want to cause an explosion out of your mind my words your not closing cuz they are the words for you I have chosen. You might think my words are stupid or even a little wack you might even think i don't know how to rap.But my stuff is better then a lot of this other crap and that's a fact.
Every time I see your face somber
And your tone unhappy
Any day that passes without us talking
My heart grows wrinkles
For your pain also pains me
And I question if I’ve done anything wrong to hurt you.
I know times when I’m moody-
Hurtful words may slip from my tongue.
Or I may act irrationally.
But it’s not that I ever want to hurt you.
And I know I rarely show you…
But my heart beats faster every time you’re not home on time.
I know I rarely show you…
But a million questions spin my mind every time you don’t pick my calls.
I know I rarely show you…
But every time I say goodbye, I always wish I’d stay there by your side.
I know I rarely show you,
But my heart smiles from end to end every time I see you happy.
I know I rarely show you…
But my concern for you runs far much deeper.
My care for you climbs far much higher.
And my love for you is unexplainable through words.
So anytime I’m moody don’t judge me harshly-
Just like you, I’m not perfect.
And though my reactions are out of the line at times…
It’s not that I ever want to hurt you.
©GraceM Composition
If I sin with good intention,
Will God forgive at half the price?
Will I receive half of heaven
Or hell for my warranted vice?
What if I stole to feed my kid?
Am I doomed to hot detention
If I sin with good intention?
I sure hope not—heaven forbid!
Would I live in heaven’s ghetto
If I sin with good intention,
Or would my hell be half as hot?
Oh wait, I forgot to mention,
What if I kill in self defense
Or take a half of temptation?
Would He not love me any less
If I sin with good intention?
When the distractions of little things
piled on my found feelings,
you sang with every intention of
drawing me close, out
of the clutter in my mind until
I heard only your voice.
You had me out of my shell, ready
to reach for your hand,
to show me what I dared not see.
But. Your courage was only for show
And held up for only the glow
Of the ghost of you, in
the night, charmed and lost,
hovering over my every mood
While you go on singing of
things never to come, I
bored of things that never were.
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If,
From the amount of kindness
Of
Any given act of altruism performed,
We subtract,
All selfish motivations that may have prompted
Someone to carry out that work of
Benevolence,
Then
The remaining sum, is what is considered to be,
Kindness' sum of pure intention and only that is
Expected to be credited to one’s heavenly
Account!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 January 2016
she’ll talk about
her wedding
her honeymoon
her trip
her house
her bedroom
her livingroom
her yard
her garage
her car
i cringe~
her husband’s sitting there
apparently none of all that is theirs
he sits there outwardly immune
to her inexplicable bouts of poor english
to me it’s unthinkable quite inconceivable
yet she does have her redeeming qualities
because her heart’s so big it could explode
which makes it all the more so mystifying
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Posted on February 22, 2020
That is like a good intention
But watch that bad expression.
It draws so much attention.
Creating high friction on peoples impression.
It would be an amputation of your reputation
Capable of your expulsion not minding
The parable of your redemption.
Good intention plus bad expression
Is like an explosive.
Its explosion will leave bad impression.