Best Interprets Poems
From the beginning, people have asked themselves,
how God came into being or how God creates from nothing?
The God seekers are advancing ethical axioms
and truth is withstanding the test of experience.
Human mind is made out for reason and truth.
Reason gives us freedom
and freedom makes a human being a moral subject.
The man is a moral being and justice is greater than love.
We don’t know, why protons in the core of atom
are attracted and not repelled
even though, they have the same electrical charge?
What decides that a cell becomes animal or a plant cell?
Every leaf has many cells and each is more complicated
than a human made rocket.
Why stars, Earth and other planets are weightless in space
and what force makes universe to expand?
Expanding universe is astounding.
Space is stretching and does not collapse.
Why Dolphins live in water for millions of years,
even though they do not have gills
and cannot breath oxygen from water?
Nature adapts and man forms himself.
Animals lack our understanding,
but we cannot compare to incorporeal beings
for they are much more advanced than we.
There is more to reality than just phenomenal.
Science interprets things in terms of our experience,
and consciousness is essential to knowledge.
Real world is self contained, independent,
derived from pure consciousness.
Man gets corrupted by the power he has,
but God is almighty and holy indeed.
"Woe to the shepherds who mislead and scatter
the flock of my pasture..."
The king cannot substitute for apostolic succession.
God revealed himself to mankind
and this encounter of God is our experience.
The wholeness of being demands eternity,
otherwise, the being is fractional.
Lord God dwells in unapproachable light
and can deify people and angels and make them Gods,
but only if they are holy first.
Categories:
interprets, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
The writing is on the wall.
The writing is on the wall, an old saying used even until today
for those found lacking or deficient, Divine judgement is on the way
It means that there has been a weighing done on the scales of justice
by an impartial God who knows us, and the good or bad we practice.
The writing is on the wall even today, in our ultra modern society
for those who choose critical and independent thinking, instead of piety
for those who deny there is a God, or who simply worship in their own way
for those whose judgemental hypocrisy is super abundantly on display
The writing is on the wall, for all warmongers filled with nationalistic hate
For all those inciting our youth to violence, malevolent voices that resonate
The writing is on the wall, for those who say good is bad, and that bad is good
and for those who kill the innocent child, it's well deserved and understood.
Writing on the wall comes from the Bible Daniel chapter 5 where the Babylonian King is judged by God's handwritten cryptic message on the wall. The prophet Daniel interprets the writing and the King was killed and replaced that same evening. Consequently the expression the writing on the wall portends judgement and destruction.
John Derek Hamilton
April 19, 2016
Categories:
interprets, bible, evil, inspirational, judgement,
Form:
Quatrain
I hear the rhythm beneath your breast,
music of intense emotion,
with a volume of such depth,
it bypasses my ears
to enter my mind,
which interprets
for my heart
and tears
fall
Categories:
interprets, friendship, life, love
Form:
Nonet
He speaks for the uprooted.
A man of sorts, a twiggy Buddha.
He who interprets
the conferences of frogs,
the unpublished works
of kestrels and voles.
He’s an advocate for the underbelly
of a microbial heaven, for every kind
of uncouth animalcule.
He speaks for the bulldozed,
the displaced. The native and
the nomadic.
He tracks the sins
of yellow, metal Caterpillar’s.
He glides over bogs with the frogs.
He moves under tree shadows,
if there are no tree shadows
he takes a bus.
He talks to the bears - they tell him
how things are going in the suburbs.
Swimming pools and trash cans,
have still to be negotiated. There must be a treaty.
He is leafy, kits and coyote love him,
Whistle-Pigs chirp like sparrows; blow their noses
to trumpet his approach.
When ducks quack his many sermons
shotguns misfire.
He is a preacher, a teacher to tics and turtles.
He is the Green Man,
he is not a straw man,
or a hollow man –
he is green
at least for now.
Categories:
interprets, poetry,
Form:
Blank verse
He speaks for the uprooted.
A man of sorts, a twiggy Buddha.
He who interprets
the conferences of frogs,
the unpublished works
of kestrels and voles.
He’s an advocate for the underbelly
of a microbial heaven, for every kind
of uncouth animalcule.
Ancient is he, yet as fresh as tomorrow,
in green ponds he fishes for sunlight.
He plumps grassy pillows,
quilts nests for the slumbering and slippery,
gardens all dewy meadows.
He speaks for the bulldozed,
the displaced. The native and
the nomadic.
He tracks the sins
of the truculent muckrakers,
the yellow iron caterpillars.
He glides over bogs with the frogs.
Slips between the stringy and tall,
if there are no forested ways
he ambles where the wind ruffles.
He talks to the bears - they tell him
how things are going in the suburbs.
Swimming pools and trash cans,
have still to be negotiated. There must be a treaty.
He is leafy, kits and coyote love him,
Whistle-Pigs chirp like sparrows; blow their noses
to trumpet his approach.
When ducks quack his many sermons
shotguns misfire.
He is a preacher, a teacher to tics and turtles.
He is the bosky bedfellow, not a straw man,
or a hollow man – he is variegated and verdant,
a green man for me and thee
at least for now.
Categories:
interprets, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Farewell, then, AUKN boss,
The next this year makes three.
By the time they find a substitute,
Slovenes will be at sea.
He tried to cover his behind;
AUKN boss of bosses,
As every week, balances grew bleak:
He weighed merits and losses.
With all this he'd no time to eat,
And round and round he flew.
And now he's split in a hissy-fit;
So helmsman, too-de-loo!
Day after day, day after day,
He drifted on the ocean;
Guano-vernment rained on his ship
Their suggestions for promotion.
Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Corporate boards crosslink;
Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Let's take you for a drink.
Accountants talking rot: O Christ!
Missions, visions - oh please!
Yea, slimy characters need legs
And slimy policies.
So has he done an hellish thing?
Not hired who? We dunno:
Was it absurd, to have a separate curd
From the whey Slovenia owes?
This wretch won't play, after 60 days;
Pissflaps, he'll have to go!
God help ya, gospod Bencina
From the fiends, that plague us thus! -
It's time to go — shot like cross-bow,
The AUKN boss.
Ah! walk-out day! what evil looks
Had I from Ernst and Young!
Who's at a loss? AUKN's boss
Wouldn't take a bung?
"You'll be" quoth one, "abolished - no
Stigma to double-cross."
He chose to go - why? We don't know:
Harmless AUKN boss.
Re-reading the original gave me a great idea for dinner until I realised all the storks have all flapped off to Africa for the winter. Pity, as I have some ancient marinade from Tuš. Like the subject of the poem, I didn't have the stamina for a Coleridge-length effort.
Story: http://www.sloveniatimes.com/total-mess-in-state-owned-capital-asset-management
The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand interprets important Slovenian affairs for the non-Slovene speaking world. www.maria.si
Categories:
interprets, absence, allegory, analogy, animal,
Form:
Ballad
URAN'S WILLY
Taking sides in discussions holily
About whether Uran used his willy
Means you're trapped in their game -
Either side is the same:
Cock distracts, cash departs, crowd stays silly.
Story:
http://www.sloveniatimes.com/scandals-in-the-slovenian-church-to-go-on
The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand interprets important Slovenian affairs for the non-Slovene speaking world.
www.maria.si
Categories:
interprets, betrayal, bible, character, conflict,
Form:
Limerick
She stands there in the center of the room
not moving! She is focused on the strum
of the guitar. we see pure passion bloom
before our eyes as feelings coming from
the gypsy's song are transferred to her feet,
for she interprets years of suffering
by stamping them into the floor! The heat
of her emotions makes this woman bring
her palms together high above her head,
then stomp with more and more intensity.
She swings her hips beneath a skirt of red
while slender arms are swaying gracefully.
The gypsy singer utters his last cries,
and the flamenco dancer's flame then dies.
Sept. 25, 2017
Categories:
interprets, dance,
Form:
Sonnet
Balance is the sixth sense.
Like a dreamer's dictionary,
The planter interprets the times and the seasons:
How to till the soil.
How to plant and how to reap.
How to repay the overdue debt
There are margins in the field
Which reapers leave for gleaners.
An everyday cup
Allows water to pass from hand to hand,
To quench the thirst.
Then the day breaks over the field.
The gong is struck.
Massing a little courage the waiting mate
Surges forth with vigor.
All passivity is erased.
Primordial fears are put to task.
Outrageous things are spoken;
Diplomacy is diluted.
Dreams are spun out of air.
Even the slothful are impatient.
Finally the bucket is full
With shards of excitement.
It is carried away
And stored in a cave.
Everyone waits for a turn.
Categories:
interprets, metaphor, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
Failure can never define
My emotions I shall iron
They say love is devine
Change I want,to my state of mind
For my only thoughts is you and I combined
The art of us brings me joy
My heart is playing me tricks like a toy
Failure can never define
The love I have for you,is devine
This cardiac tumor in me is benign
For it shall do me no harm
As long as I have my emotions ironed
My emotions I shall hide
For my state of mind is us combined
The laughter you bring
Did I just mention the butterflies
The red hearts reappearing from my eyes
As my retina interprets the view
The view I have when I see you
Thinking you my boo*giggling and blushing*
My state of mind
You are the ray to my photosynthesis
It may seem early to say this
But you my friend,you contain me
Like pollen grains and the bee
We share the unsaid
Even my smallest atom's shells
Orientate on you
You are my state of mind
Categories:
interprets, beach,
Form:
Personification
Already tiny kittens interprets love Mother's voice purr-fect bond
For Leonora Galinta's contest, "Write Me A Poem...Picture Prompt ( cat and her kittens)
Categories:
interprets, cat, love, mother,
Form:
Monoku
sun interprets heat
skin on sand awakens
sea foam cools slumber
5/28/18
Categories:
interprets, sea, seasons, summer,
Form:
Haiku
To say today has been a strange day would be an understatement. It started off this morning when I went into the den where our eldest cat, Paint, was meowing up a storm. I petted her head a few times and no joke she keeled over and died right then and there. We were kinda expecting it but damn what a way to start the day.
A few hours later I had an appointment to inspect a truck for a family and nobody speaks English except the kindergartener. I pull up to their house and this yard is a mess. Trash everywhere. I see the truck I needed to inspect parked in the yard and the cutest looking little sleeping puppy curled up next to the front tire and yep you guessed it...I go straight to ’selfie with an unsuspecting dog mode’. Here I am kneeling down trynna get the best angle for the perfect selfie and reach out to pet the pooch and this dog is cold and stiff as a rock. Just then the entire family (Aunts, Uncles, Grandparents 2nd and 3rd cousins) pours out of the front door and here I am hovered over their dog trying to explain to a bunch of people who don’t speak a lick of English that their dog is dead. Stupid me is pointing at the dog while pretending to slit my throat...the international sign for your dog is dead ????? The Mexican father reached down and pokes the dog then starts jabbering something about El Diablo and giving me the stank eye. The grandmother breaks out her rosary beads and begins saying the Lord’s Prayer and finally the English speaking preschooler comes toddling out and interprets for me....I didn’t kill your dog! I just want to get the hell out of there so I begin taking photos of the truck. Here comes the funny part. I accidentally step on either a tarter sauce or ranch dressing condiment container and produced what sounded like explosive diarrhea and spewed white looking pelican all over everybody’s pants and shoes. The toddler giggles and I just grin and keep on keepin on. Fast forward to the end of the day I’m digging a hole to bury my cat ‘paint’ and out of the ten acres we own I pick the exact same spot I buried another cat-dog-chicken or chupacabra a decade earlier and there’s bones and ribs everywhere. Anywho I feel like I need a shot of tequila or twelve.
Categories:
interprets, cat, cheer up, death,
Form:
Narrative
This is Poetry , for the reader INTERPRETs ,
Why won't you leave ?
Isn't you whom betrayed me with your actions ?
Do I really care to tally whom started which action or reaction first ?
No, It longer matters you see
Thee thrill is gone in fact died in me
Do I want to live with anger and madness anymore ?
Please honor my wishes , and just walk out the door
This time take all you have in which you entered my life with.
I only want you to find peace and love in your soul of tortured memories.
For these memories lie within you long before I met thee
In innocence wanting to cure and love the soul within
realizing I can not save you nor be your keeper of all pain.
I Love you , Yet Love is not going to save you through this
I let you go now let me go and let us be free .
I no longer wish to live with the lies anymore , let me be free.
Only happiness will return with change , you will see.
Categories:
interprets, addiction, anger, fear, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
kitty!!!
in life pain is invertible
no matter how much we try
or no matter how sad we cry
we cant run away from pain
someone once said
courage isn't being strong without experiencing pain
but it is being strong and maintaining your grounds even when it hurts
people will always wrong us
but we should know between those we need to let go
and those we need to correct and perfect them
you don't destroy what you love unless its trying kill you
but if it only hurts you
correction is better
what if we become that good side kitty?
that wen we are hurt and angry
we will still ask and correct in love
and with love
what if we just become so calm
and well organized that wen something happens
we will handle it wise
cause getting angry eats us up
being worried solve noting
what if i just be a guy or girl who loves
like for real
what deserve to be kept is always known
no matter how much it wrongs us
there is peace in love
and there is success in being honest
there is joy in understanding
and there is greatness is trusting our-self
when people wrong us lets not think too much
lets be calm and ask them with love why they did that
for we too have done so to others
what you hear from them and how your heart
interprets... u will know
if they are worth to b in your life
after forgiving them
or to let go
what if we live like this
how happy can we be
u are the source of ur joy
no one will make u happy
so choose to accept and let go
then smile and experience a life with no grudges against anyone.
a message to you my kitty
Categories:
interprets, allusion, anger, blessing, boy,
Form:
Alliteration