Best Intrinsically Poems
For years I wore
your shame as my own
and lived unknown
in terror of being seen
like a leper
self-quarantined
intrinsically unclean
Your neglect
became to me
my insignificance
undeserving of your glance
Your abuse
became to me
my fault and utter blame
my soiled but rightful name
Your abandonment
to me
was my unworthiness
unfit and valueless
'Til this layered shame became
a camouflaging cloak
wrapped about with care
disguising me as if
I wasn't even there
How I avoided them
my friends so true
for they could plainly see
the agony in me
and I couldn't control
it radiating through
Yet butterflies won't stay bound
in crippling cocoons
integrity impugned
by wings that cannot fly-
and I at last have found
the answer to my wounds
in exposing you
and all your lies
You were cruel-
I do matter
You were guilty-
I am not to blame
You were unfit-
I am worthy
You nearly destroyed me-
But I overcame
Now my only dread is
of leaving this world
as un-notably as I came
as invisibly as I lived
to be known only
by others
as unredeemed as
you thought me to be-
No! the truth
will set me free...
I humbly give
this cloak to you
it was yours to wear
not mine to share
I'm through
I'm through
I'm through.
Categories:
intrinsically, abuse, hope, how i
Form:
Free verse
All men will…
Will leave a legacy
After life’s journey comes to an end
This is something to think about
In these times of uncertainties
We weave intrinsically, our “eternity”
Man is more than flesh and blood
Our spirit never dies
Daily, we choose
Whether consciously or not
Moment by moment
A word uttered can not die
Cannot become void
But rides a wind into forever
Awaiting accountability
Man is more than flesh and blood
Our spirit never dies
Daily, we choose
Categories:
intrinsically, faith
Form:
Free verse
The sun sinks slow when dreaded dark overflows
giving mere mortals moments to reflect
all that passes in the day these moments take away
and each influence intrinsically inspect
we have known of old the conflict we are told
is the battle between bad and good
what is right, what is wrong, we must make morals strong
gain empathy, love, and brotherhood
if we could just see with our eyes set free,
only hear when wind whispers silent songs
there might be a better you, maybe a kinder me
in the wisdom of these quiet sing-alongs
a mother bird feeds her babies and I hear the words
rhythmic refrains ringing peace into my heart
'His eye is on the sparrows’,and more of you He knows
comfort “every little thing is gonna be all right’ emparts
Turn down the power.. if just for an hour...
sit still and hear nature sing
Categories:
intrinsically, growth, humanity, music, nature,
Form:
Alliteration
Soft notes of a clarinet playing
‘You are so beautiful’, stirs memories
of holding hands and making plans
in the dimly lit atmosphere, so close,
the scent of your after shave
left me breathless for a moment.
My long locks softly wrapped themselves
around the scarlet lei you bestowed around
my neck with a tender kiss to each cheek.
Lighting and music melded into magic.
When you cupped my face
in your masculine hands I could feel
the current flowing between us in
unknown wattage that swept through my body
like bolts of lightning as my entire being
tingled in the nearness of your aura.
They say ‘warm hands, cold heart’, but
I found this to be intrinsically untrue.
I will never forget the passion exuding from
your warm heart, with those warm hands!
Our first kiss spoke to me assuredly as
the material world vanished and
we were alone, alone in the darkness,
alone in our world.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Categories:
intrinsically, love, romance,
Form:
Free verse
Oh my love, we joyously still share it all.
We still laugh over the silliest things...
We only cry occasionally during
A sentimental movie. We need not cry
Because life has instilled a tolerance for
Loss and pain that tears can't bridge.
We behold each other without a gaze
Yet our auras mingle in a swirl of colors.
I sense your warmth across the room
As you sense mine and my presence
Before you notice I am intrinsically near.
This tender intimacy permeates our
dwelling, unites our hearts forever as one.
You've come to expect your words to spill
From my knowing lips when your lips lock
And I share that same psychic awareness.
The branches from our trunks have grown
And blossomed bearing sweet pure fruit.
Time has developed our dreams into reality
Of years spent growing, caring, and sharing.
Yes my love, we still share it all. Amen!
7-9-17
*Dedicated to my husband Michael on our 34th wedding anniversary.
Categories:
intrinsically, best friend, love, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
BEING HUMAN
Benevolent but bedeviled by his demons
Eternally yearning for salvation yet
Intrinsically entangled in a web of self-delusion
Neither able to adopt the earth nor earn the heaven
Garnering good deeds and scattering to the winds;
Human with beastly instincts; godly with an evil streak
Universally perceptive but is narcissist in nature,
Man is made in the image of God, resident of the paradise
Above all creatures, meant to walk upright
Neither to be fooled nor foiled yet tethered to moh-maya*.
(*Hedonism)
~"Being Human" Acrostic contest by John Hamilton
Categories:
intrinsically, humanity,
Form:
Acrostic
How does one compete with a Frost or a Keats,
a Dickinson or Whitman for words,
how can we say in our language today
what we feel within has been stirred.
Like those in our past who intrinsically grasped
the secrets to living and more,
their visions, dreams, and ideas it seems
came through their own secret doors.
I make no pretense I could ever dispense
the levels of beauty they wrought,
Wordsworth, Thoreau, Tennyson, and Poe
A sampling of pure genius thought.
The list could on from Homer to Donne,
Psalms to Shakespeare and Blake,
but this I know well, they cast quite at a spell
on this amateur poet of late.
I beg their forgiveness to think that I may
hold a candle to a stanza or line,
that any one of them penned, each one a Godsend,
still echoing throughout time.
Dare I call them “exalted ones”
though fading voices by and by,
I wonder if in one hundred years
will they still bring smiles and sighs?
Will the books remain with all their names,
and thoughts and deeds be told,
will some still grasp the readers task
is to open wide one’s soul?
I rest my case here in this place
for answers befuddle me,
but I for one am glad they came
and left their lasting, loving legacies.
Categories:
intrinsically, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
What I don't know; exactly what you expect to find
It matters not; I leave authenticity behind
Low, for all of the beautiful light that falls on me
Lonesome I can not help but weep; intrinsically,
Outside sadness; many rings inside internally
Woeful my grove; but it is spectacular to see
Take me down to the ground; such strength in gravity
Reveal to me; all your deepest, melancholy
Emotionally; thrown at me without a mind
Enter my soft curtain; a solid trunk you'll find
Categories:
intrinsically, growth, metaphor, tree, uplifting,
Form:
Acrostic
Down, down, down she came
Into her mother’s waiting womb;
From out of the dark-bright sky above, knowing
Intrinsically what to do.
Find her place, find her place, retrace
Her steps once more;
Down from the blue and black into
Another life of rich or poor.
Earth bound, earth bound,
Beautifully bound like bows;
Wrapped in swaddling gossamer gowns
Where’s she’s been, nobody knows.
Up until now, up until now, up until
Baby’s first breath;
Smiling sweetly, knowing completely
It’s time to wake up, sleep
And forget.
Categories:
intrinsically, life,
Form:
Rhyme
I dreamed of a night for many years
Wandering far from home;
When I could stand and stare at the stars
Silently, on my own.
Head uplifted, eyes open wide;
Points of light eternal
Racing through darkness
Into my eyes.
Desiring nothing
More than this:
To gaze upon the universe
And know its kiss…
Sweet upon my soul within
Lost in limbo there and then;
‘til pierced by the light
(Photons abound)
Filling my soul
With mystery profound.
By gravity’s grace
On this blue and green sphere
Leaving me to wonder
Why everything’s here.
And how long have you traveled
Harbinger of life
Through light years of space
In the dead of night?
Did you begin in the Big Bang
Or perhaps, before then?
Did you see the face of the Creator
And intrinsically know Him?
Or are you a more recent arrival
In the Milky Way Realm?
Did you come from our own
Next door neighbor, the Sun
Or have you traveled farther still,
Out there on the run?
Have you seen other civilizations of people like us
In the distant reaches of time and space
Swarming with stars and planets,
Made from the megalithic turning pin wheels of gasses and dust?
Did you know Andromeda, Orion, Cancer and Crater?
What of Corona Borealis, Draco and Cassiopeia?
Did you fly by Delphinus and Gemini, the Twins,
Past Pegasus and Perseus on your way to Microscopium?
I could ask these kinds of questions
Until time stands still
But we’ll be long gone by then
And I will have never been quite filled
With all of the wonder
Life in this Universe brings
Me to the end of another good day
Far better than the best of all dreams.
Categories:
intrinsically, creation, imagination, science, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
Sunset, occurring daily (and as such, no miracle by the nature of the word),
calls me again to it's evening forum, where I, though vaguely moved to testify - again, only watch.
I watch...And as ever, am left rippling with the quiet swell of majestic privilege felt from inception (I am certain) by each and every oak tree born of ancestral crops in earths red canyons - Intrinsically original, yet universally indistinguishable from it's likewise peerless brothers.
A part of the whole.
I myself am human and in so being, have been much exposed to the impossible pink of a newborn day and to the breeze of sky blue it becomes with age. But this ongoing cycle of singularities leaves me unimpressed...
It is the sunset I await.
The sunset, who, unlike it's younger selves, is fast running out of time. Yet, who each night still requests my audience and waits patiently while I (no miracle myself, by the nature of the word!) valiantly attempt perfect attendance.
Tonight, though I am only here as a bystander, the sunset, now in it's twilight moments, asks a few words of me.
And tonight, I speak...
For I have long awaited the day when, at it's end, I could tell the beautiful sunset all that it has meant to me. And thank it for the elegant gift it has been my honor to accept each and every evening of my life. This being so, now I stand and my face awash in it's molten light,
I whisper to it from my reverent pew...
And the story I tell is one not only of it's own magnificence
But also of mine...
Categories:
intrinsically, beauty, imagery, joy, sky,
Form:
Free verse
Besides the hallowed covenant of The Way
There is only one other univocal tenet I obey
The human spirit is insuperable and indomitable
Though it can wield an evil that is so abominable
Our essence is both distilled and defined
By what I would collectively call "humankind"
Despite war, disaster, catastrophe and disease
We have a resplendent life hidden in the parentheses
With ethnic cleansing, racial profiling, and hate
We have solidarity and unbridled hope to syncopate
Though the warts on the face of this cold, cruel earth
Conspicuously present themselves amongst our glee and mirth
They can be overlooked to reveal a complexion
That represents the depth and breadth of our cross section
As cliché as it sounds, good defeats evil in the end
And we have infinite, exponential amounts of it to expend
So call me quaint, trite, or even naïve
Besides God, there is only one other thing I believe
I am convinced that man is intrinsically honorable
Despite also being innately intolerable
Categories:
intrinsically, celebration, destiny, dream, forgiveness,
Form:
Rhyme
She could have been the
Most DELICATE ROSE.
But a rose nevertheless
She was a BEAUTY
I suppose, a WINSOME rose
She was intrinsically mine.
By ELABORATE design
I AWOKE to a beauty
Well defined and QUITE DEVINE
OH yes REGAL and refined
Gazing upon her ESSENCE
There, one thousand SUMMERS young.
No ordinary rose
Gentle snowflakes and perfumes.
Every tender petal was
An obvious tribute to
Her true beauty
Lovely and overwhelming
I was consumed with
FEVERISH devotion
How PROFOUND, a PERFECT ROSE
A FLAMING beauty, I RESOUND
A precious JOY
I have found.
Categories:
intrinsically, beauty, devotion, emotions, happy,
Form:
Free verse
A mechanism of mind in the inner rune as classicism is twined a spinner rocks Just a song and a half and a doggerel Uhh! And the gong bands laugh in paean Blocks are only doctoral constitutionally when measuring the staff of a rhyme Wind chimes intrinsically with innermore then breaths of pleasure become synergistic An inborn internal fortitude with box inclosed The grave epitaph reads deeply innate inside the confines of a heart beat
Categories:
intrinsically, allusion, inspirational, introspection, language,
Form:
Rhyme
Who, Why, What, Where, When?
Take a meme, and make it clean by belief, engagement,
God meme, Santa Claus or denim jeans are fundamentals,
They offer a magic carpet to all partakers into fulfilment,
When we endorse the concepts behind these credentials.
Like god, belief in Jesus is optional, warranty undelivered,
On two levels: as the son of god, and as the son of man,
The latter being the term more frequented by gospel word,
When he emerged as the people’s hero, up for a ban.
Richard Carrier believes that Jesus never existed at all,
Historically, but he doesn’t speak much of psychosomatics,
Which assumes contemporary phrasing and a high call,
To spread medical remedies and to dismiss ecclesiastics.
Crucifixion was the punishment method used back then,
Just as the electric chair is used today in the United States,
And very many people were crucified each week, like Ben,
Some who’d changed their name to Jesus, or “demonstrates”.
Jesus in the Israeli language meant saviour of the people,
Meaning intrinsically from the Roman government seed,
Trying to figure out how to make progressivism capable,
So they asserted themselves in the court case of creed.
So, if we take the storyline stat, then what does it emit,
Did Mary and Joseph name the boy on their first day?
To call him then by an off the rack name - “Jesus” bit,
Which indicated that he would create medical sway.
If Jesus crucified as god never happened, that's fine,
If Jesus was not born virgin god incarnate, then ok,
But if a Nazarene boy fit the bill as Jesus the myth, rhyme,
Then don't claim that he needed this mould to thus say.
And don't presume you don't have a faith to propel you,
That is, if you believe that a man died for his human acts,
Towards the poor and the sick who upon old age, chase,
Were only encouraged to commit suicide as bad facts.
Reading the text, many Jesus’s were crucified at this time,
So the canonical gospels may not consider just one healer:
Therefore if you think this then life can be not sublime,
And so whether you're called this or that is not clever.
Categories:
intrinsically, faith, god, happiness, identity,
Form:
Quatrain