Best Interfering Poems
I look and ponder, watch you grow in haste
Explore with wonder, new experience taste
No fear encountered as you learn the ropes
Your sails adjusting, full with winds of hope.
But there are moments when the seeds of doubt
Without much warning spread and start to sprout
Then you need guidance, words which shed some light
Advice and promptings which once more excite.
I weigh my options when the waves rise high,
Stay in the background, tactful, on standby,
Not interfering, yet with cautious eye
Give needed help should threats intensify.
I am a lighthouse built on sound terrain
In times of darkness, you won’t call in vain.
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This poem has been published in a PoetrySoup Anthology:
“Radiant Verses” Nov 2024 (print)
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Placed 1st in Contest 540 Hosted by Brian Strand in Jan 2019.
Lighthouse Poetry Contest Sponsored by Eve Roper Placed joint first POTD on 24th Dec 2018 © 22nd December 2018.
Note: This is a poem dear to me, as the title would suggest, so receiving a POTD award undoubtedly brought added satisfaction.
Categories:
interfering, grandchild, light, trust,
Form:
Sonnet
Not all the worlds belong to me
Not all the words set me free
What the heart loves
is of will
I just free some words
to confine its spill.
****
A time, my words
on my papers sashaying
the shape to me alluring
the tone of their steps
I hear
as they are dancing
the music they are following
the soul, in a trance, just listens
without interfering.
****
A time, along with my Muse
we keep to each other
our hearts baring
secrets sharing
silently, knowingly connecting..
When it comes to share
our worlds in words
that’s the difficulty!
“That’s to be spelled”
“No! It can’t be!”
“That belongs to my world of poetry!”
“No! that’s a huge part of me!
no words allowed to touch
its beauty!”
****
How dare you invoke me
then deny my poetry!?
How dare you be wedded to me
and deprive your soul
of my verse and divinity!?
****
In my womb
you shape a life.. a reality
a present.. a past memory..
and what is to be..
And you still think
you spill your words out of will!
****
I inspire..
I own the fire..
I pave paths, not all
able to bear the burn
But those blessed
with divine grace
the power to mystery embrace
The ones who, a feeble voice
render a sublime poetry!
****
“All my words can set you free
just follow me!”
I have my say
With my best wishes
Your Muse of poetry..
Silent One contest
October 5th, 2020
Categories:
interfering, art, beauty, inspiration, muse,
Form:
Free verse
A thousand yellow and orange slivers of light vibrate.
Their heat permeates.
Slowly they glide into pairs and groups, singing as one.
Alas, this solitary yellow light remains.
The others have no use for it.
The loathe it for it is an abomination.
Is it really that different?
Is it not one of them?
It grows to detest itself,
Its rhythm is destructively interfering with itself
The other lights for a moment survey the frantic,
They see not its abhorrence of itself.
And If they could- Why should they care?
Categories:
interfering, angst, horror, morning, prayer,
Form:
Free verse
~My Trip With Love~
A arrival from Montreal to San Francisco seeing my son and his children.
B beautiful red roses on my approach expressing their love towards me.
C for caring to have an eye contact honoring my motherly devotion & fidelity.
D for dreams come true when i sleep at night in my own studio.
E for enjoy having our breakfast first day while exchanging our life time stories.
F for faithfulness towards one another was so important since his childhood.
G good friends who invites me to their homes to meet their families.
H for happiness when I run to the restaurant help greett his customers at work.
I interfering with my sons life is a long forgotten issue, a perpetual respect .
J for jokes we exchange together through evenings laughing endlessly.
K kissing me good night when the night is over for me to retire.
L for love that I get from both of them when I cook an oriental dish.
M morning ride on a tour with family & soft music while driving.
N for never do I complain about any subject when shared together.
O older, but I don't let them feel my arthritis pains when I am visiting.
P for pictures are taken as souvenirs from this fabulous journey once a year
Q quite evenings when I leave my son and wife to have an intimate night.
R for roll up my sleeves to clean their home to amaze them out of love.
S surprise when home from work to a house clean & table set for dinner.
T transport for me is the subway my independence not to bother him.
U unique love between a son and mother, he is my rock. Best friends.
V variable outings touring the city while discussing his children's future.
W wanting those happy days to last forever. But will return next year.
X xylophone for enjoying the music of our last dinner together.
Y yearning from my depth to have wanted my stay to last longer.
Z zone when we said farewell at the end of the visitors area. Tears of joy.
Visiting my sons once a year is my dream come true forever. The love for my children has always been, "The Endless Love Of A Child".
Therese Bacha
. 28/5/2013
An ABC poem :For Alfred Vassello
Categories:
interfering, journey, love, missing you,
Form:
Free verse
Here am I enthralled by sunset delight
while beholding celestial beauty blend with horizon's majestic sight
in letting go of this day's triumph as well as challenges' blight
to welcome tomorrow, filled with hopefulness' might.
Sunset colors cheer me when rattled with successive rush-hour dues
Presenting choices of varied priorities’ hues…
I praise the Lord for His interfering beauty-clues
For me to "let go" in vanquishing failure-frustration blues.
Sunset reality witnesses times that I grumble, murmur, complain...
Yearning to yell, "I wish I had the balls midst this strain
"To tell them how I really felt with stressed heart and vexed brain..."
How fortunate I am for the Prince of peace soothes my pain.
Oh, sunset sensation helps me in such condescending, yet humbling moment
As it grips my soul toward radiant fellowship-engagement...
With prayer’s marvels along communion-wonderment
"Letting God" willingly brings joyous amazement!
Through sunset rays of bright heavenly perspective
I’m prodded to be sincerely attentive
So as not to miss my Master’s vital directive
Midst efforts as His steward, to stay active.
So then with sunset glow, I welcome any intervening incident
To teach me to become more prudent
Knowing that those I hold tight with grip so ardent
May break me, leaving a deep hurt-dent.
Basking in sunset iridescence, I thank God, nothing slips from His hand
And He never needs a magic wand
He holds me within His love so grand
He protects my hair’s slightest strand.
Inspired by sunset revelations, I succumb to spiritual bouncing
Learning that I must soar for divine pressing;
Thus, there will never be any loss in letting go, but a blessing
Since I can learn great lessons toward faith*-bracing!
*Galatians 3:26 For ye are all the children of God by faith in Christ Jesus.
August 1, 2018
Edited on September 13, 2023
2nd place, "Sunsets" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg; judged on 9/25/2023
Categories:
interfering, appreciation, devotion, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
The sky looks blue and alluring
The lovers look tired but enduring
Clinging to love which has waned and disappearing
As memories of yesterday kept on interfering
Love looked so real and true
Filled every night with warmth untrue
Made them believe in peaceful bliss
Which did not go beyond the deceitful kiss
Human love so weak and ephemeral
Comes with intensity so ethereal
But crumbles as fast under a weak foundation
Cause it has a beginning and an end
God's love is ever enduring
Neither beginning nor ending
Love so pure and caring
Demonstrated on the cross in a manner so glaring.
Categories:
interfering, bible, christian, easter, endurance,
Form:
Rhyme
I walk through this world alone,
Yet it's still so crowded.
All around people wander.
To them, I am the air they breathe.
I cannot be seen, but I keep them living.
I walk among them silently.
Speaking would break their trance,
They would see the truth.
Their eyes scan the area around,
I am in their vision radius, yet I cannot be seen.
I have done enough to keep them from seeing me.
They may look in my direction, but never long enough to see me.
This is the minimum amount I can do.
They are all interfering with peace.
Killing, arson, thieving, arguing.
These are all signs of evil,
Evil which I avoid.
To bring myself down to their level,
The thought in general is against what I stand for.
I am alone to live life how I want,
To thrive in knowledge and experience.
They thrive in evil and sin.
This is the disease in our world.
I stay away for my well-being.
I can never have what I don't accept,
Instead I choose to live healthy and in peace.
This is how my world works.
A world where I thrive and they sink,
Where I live and they die,
Where I bless and they sin,
Where they crowd and I alone,
Live to seek out a cure for this world's disease.
I live alone in this world,
Yet it's still so crowded.
Categories:
interfering, absence, destiny, giving, loss,
Form:
Free verse
I've roamed the halls of Poetry Soup for nearly nine years
and had lots of ups and downs, cried happy and sad tears
Some poets are super duper people that I call my 'friends'
There are some snoopers who have need to make amends
Soupers are a varied lot from different backgrounds in life
But never should there be reason for enmity, vitriol or strife
I've laughed at humorous scribblings of many bawdy limericks
Shook my head at rude comments that have caused conflicts
Those few are in the ranks of poets I call 'the party poopers'
And there are some who enjoy interfering ~ 'the bloopers'
They spread rumors that cause chaos in the soup kitchen
The site would be much better if they would stop b****in'
I cannot claim my innocence for I've battled a time or thrice
When bullies and trolls have said things that weren't very nice
I've been called a 'mean girl' but it's a name I take in stride
Bet money on it being said again and I'll say, "Let it Ride!"
I've written for other poetry sites, but I remain in the Soup
and if you question why I've returned, well, here's the scoop...
There are fantastic men and women here that I have met
who are sincerely kindhearted. I owe them gratitude as a debt
I prefer to ignore those who cast aspersions with a snicker
But like most kinfolk, there will be times when we bicker
As a community of artists, we are writers of poetic verse
with a common interest shared across the entire universe
We should strive to be united with the same goal in mind
'Respect each other as Poetry Soupers and remain aligned'
Positive comments are encouraging. Ladle them and you'll see
That supporting Super Soupers will keep the site hassle free
Categories:
interfering, community, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
There I was at work surrounded by a thousand stories of drama, love and surprise
when one of the greatest love stories I could imagine unfolded before my eyes:
They came into the bookstore…a couple old and grand
wearing smiles across their faces…walking hand in hand.
I noticed as they walked the store…their gait was deliberate and slow
and they continued holding each other’s hands…never letting go.
They came in to browse, get out of the heat…look for a story or two
Before they left they stopped to talk to me…as customers often do.
It was at this moment when we spoke that I quickly came to know
why he held her hand so tight…why he would not let her go.
As he and I talked about the store…(he mentioned it’s a beautiful place)
she held his hand, stared at me…and the smile never left her face.
When she did enter our conversation…gesturing with her other hand
she laughed and giggled and mumbled…but she was hard to understand.
I imagine it was Alzheimers…that was interfering with her style
but it hadn’t yet stolen her desire…or her ability to smile.
I conversed with her as best I could…not understanding most of what she said
which meant a lot of looking into her eyes, smiling and nodding my head.
Before they left…her husband shook my hand and thanked me joyously
“For giving her the same attention,” he said, “that you have given me.”
She waved as they were leaving…her other hand he never dropped
and as they left the store I heard him say…”We’re heading to the ice cream shop.”
She seemed to quiver with excitement…the excitement of a child
then gave one last glance in my direction, waved again…and smiled.
I wonder how much longer they have together…
before Alzheimers makes it’s final stand…
But I like to think whatever happens…
they’ll be forever holding hands…
Categories:
interfering, love,
Form:
Verse
The more we live, the more we know
But no one wants to hear it
For what we’ve learned from long ago
Makes people doubt or fear it.
The modern methods serve the young
So all our wise conclusions
Are seen as quirks to which we’ve clung,
Our warnings as intrusions.
The irony is as we age
We shrug at the rejection
For youth can never truly gauge
The folly of perfection.
Thus we observe and try our best
To stop from interfering
Since anything we might suggest
Won’t be, to them, worth hearing.
Categories:
interfering, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
LIFE AFTER SUICIDE
In our barrenness, mourning reigned in our bosom
Our wait conquered years, filled our bucket with tears.
My wife taught me to give up,
But Chidi’s arrival widened our joy-horizon.
His birth birthed our real lives,
Reflected his mothers image in my likeness,
My pretty-smart son made us a home.
Twelve months later started the civil war,
Dodging bullets, we forgot our greatest asset
In running for our lives, we ran from our life
Risked it back to the battlefield, my boy was gone.
My heart wept from his mother’s eye, another covenant with pain.
His birthday was our only sweet memory,
Hoping to celebrate his heroic return someday, but
It wasn’t enough consolation for our undeserving loss.
Years later, poverty and vengeance introduced us to a life of crime,
We built a mud house by the village entrance,
Entertaining strangers with death to possess their substance.
One day, the lot fell on a certain man in clergy regalia,
He acted like a lost son of the soil tracing his origin
Such patriotism kills my zeal to send souls beyond,
But my wife insisted I do the usual, again I gave up.
Did the usual; he kicked that bucket of tears.
But unusual was, his death interfering with my peace,
Reluctantly I ransacked his luggage, found a photo
An image of a smiling-innocent infant boy,
I remembered snapping Chidi in that pose, just like him.
As I observed and pondered, I heard my wife from behind
‘How much is in the bag’, my confusion responded with silence.
When her curiosity sighted the cause of my dreary mood,
It loosed a scream from her tongue, she ran to the cadaver,
Stripped its panties, the butt birthmark was not faded.
Confirming my suspicion, she fell dead after another scream.
Still staring at the photo, I saw the image lying lifeless before me,
Only then was I convinced that I killed my reason-for-living.
At that point I didn’t wish for death, I wished I wasn’t born
Wished we remained barren, wished the war ate him up.
My son Chidi was my life, his death was my suicide
That day turned my world to a morgue, I am a walking corpse.
Categories:
interfering, death, father son,
Form:
Elegy
Children At Risk
Every time I hear a child has been neglected
and vastly un protected.
Parents and caretakers have the most important
job of the world,
To raise and mold a boy or girl.
It breaks my heart.
We are tearing the children apart.
We have failed them with our stupidity, sicknesses,
Passiveness and crimes
These things have been done since the beginning of time
We are tearing the children apart
With our greed
Sickly and unnatural need
With our cruelty and abuse
Leading to deadly misuse
Of our positions
And screwed up missions
We’ve taken children from the Aborigines
Some of them biracial
Many progenies of Australia’s elite
Moved them to an island because it was discreet
It was out of sight out of mind.
People were being blind.
We’ve put children in England in orphanages
Because status quo said parents were causing damages
We’ve taken Indian children from reservations
To blend them into civilization.
We’ve enslaved Black children on plantations
Reasoning it is good for the nations
All this done by those in status quo
Because of reasoning we said so.
For the children facing starvation
In India, Africa, Somilia, Ethiopia
and other nations
Who have bombs
But no food and care for there little ones
There is the Tuskegee experiment, hole in the head
Where nothing was said
Indoctrination of the wrong kind
Interfering with a child’s mind.
Categories:
interfering, abuse, childhood, discrimination,
Form:
Light Verse
Nobody understand this,
Not one of them at all.
The love and the hurt,
And the waiting for your call.
They cannot comprehend my life,
I’m lost and blind to see.
Nothing ever feels the same
When you’re not next to me.
Their hours pass in seconds,
My minutes drag for days.
“Oh it’s gone quite quickly”
That God forsaken phrase!
Everyone knows I miss you
But none notice just how much
They’re not there at my lowest
When I’d kill for your loving touch
They just can’t fathom when I say
Its Tom, I need some space.
All I want is you and me,
Not their interfering face.
No one can begin to grasp,
How it makes me feel.
When I hear your voice at night,
It helps my heart to heal.
Not a soul can realise
The importance of a letter.
Bad day? In pain? Anything,
Your words they make it better.
Birthdays, parties, holidays
All these things to do
I think I’d rather wait
Just to do it all with you.
See, love has made me strong,
I know our love is true.
Because you love me so much,
And boy, do I love you.
Categories:
interfering, boyfriend, girlfriend, i love
Form:
Quatrain
Equations
Linear array of
life symbols,
If one could set forth
on left and to the right,
A mere balancing
of algebraic equation,
We swing to tunes
pulleys struggle a balance.
Unlike free birds
that fly limitless,
Confident cricket
that shrills constantly,
Bees humming
still their honey lost,
Flowers perishing
leave fragrance in air,
All celebrate life
no equations saught.
Man wasting
efforts and time,
Interfering into
laws of nature,
Killing and exploiting
in name of equations,
Nothing set right.
Let learnings
of physics, chemistry
and mathematics,
Apply to real living
Equations of love
and laughter,
Wisdom and speech
emotions and trust
Be congruent.
Written March 12th, 2016
For contest "Equations"
Sponsor- Anthony Slausen
Now entered for "101 in a row- 14- poetry contest" by PD A
Categories:
interfering, freedom, fun,
Form:
Free verse
“You won’t be satisfied’
-That was the voice i heard
and i turned the pages of the manuscript,
one by one;
and it featured the pearls impreganted to them
turning gold
dissecting the conglomeration of foresaken words
foxed by (un)bound faith,
berarted by depraved independence…..
i was apt to imagine,
the emblem of affable federalism
interfering the transmission from the scriptures,
The (--(SCRIPT)--)
Don’t shower any light on me
For i am afraid,
If i can make any pretence at eating;
You stony eyes; don’t gaze at me
i won’t be moved by your stagnant glare.
Six days ago,
it had rained heavily
-A Divine Rain.
And now,
Though the clouds of darkness
encompass the darkness,
there may not be a rain today
and sweat may again adhere to my body
pleading for its liberation from self.
Even with the door left ajar,
i will not enter the garden
experiencing severe drought
As i know for sure,
there are only a few white chessmen left
on the chess-board
spread across the cryptic sky.
The reverberations of enchanted hymns
dissolve in my ears,
plugging my veering mind,
drawing the thin atmosphere into nullity.
But…
For how long will I lie this frigid bed
obsessed with wounds,
resisting the warmth,
in the air of sustained captivity!?
I should arise now….
I must arise now
with my black apparels on
to see the Reverend old man guarding the pious fire
And I’ll make sure
my maid doesn’t wipe out
the blood-stains clung to the floor
For,
I’ve to come again to smoothen the wrinkled bed
and to depart,
forever….
Categories:
interfering, death, imagination, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse