Best Keenest Poems
Bloom Road
Wherefore be this heavenly place?
Untouched by the metropolis'
inhumane demands?
Tis in your heart, dear friend, such
a place be.
Free of political buffoonery.
One must be a bold discoverer of
the heart.
For if not, Bloom Road is naught!
In the sweetest dwelling of your wishes,
Lies Bloom Road, and warm, delicious,
awaiting kisses.
Life is not an accident for those
with drreams.
It's an actuality that's both planned
and deftly carved and schemed.
Be off now, and the hunter be....
Bloom Road and thy keenest lover,
Are at the ready, just for thee.
August 17, 2020
Categories:
keenest, courage, encouraging, fantasy, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme
I am the predator you watch up in the sky
Blessed by the Lord with the keenest of eyes
I nest in the canyons high up on the walls
Keeping my babies safe from it all
When my babies grow hungry and it's time to feed
I rely on my senses to provide what they need
As I take to the sky it's so clear to see
You think of freedom while looking at me
Protected from hunters I've no need to hide
As upon the currents I gracefully glide
As I circle the sky throughout the day
I scour the ground searching for prey
When prey is spotted I go into my dive
Know that speed and accuracy are how I survive
You duck and you dodge for no use at all
With you held in my talons I fly back up the wall
Back to the nest to the fruit of my seed
For you are the food my babies need
Then back to the sky where I notice under a tree
One peaceful poet is writing of me
Categories:
keenest, animals, family, food, life,
Form:
Couplet
There once was a princess
so beautiful,
That all those who beheld her
Wanted her hand forever
There was, at this time,
A White Knight
In shining armor
(save a few tarnish spots
he'd somehow overlooked)
Who roamed the land
Seeking justice and true love
Unbeknownst to those
in the kingdom,
The beautiful princess
was secretly controlled,
and endlessly tortured;
By evil dragons
Servants of a Dark Sorcerer
Dragons of abuse, loneliness
and jealousy-
She desperately sought a love
One promised in a dream...
A total and true love
Independent of her beauty,
or her wealth
The White Knight;
Clumsy at times-
Had the keenest vision
in all the land
And the purest inner heart
His sword was sharp
(sharper than him)
And dragons fled from him
He searched the land
For the true love he so needed
One day the knight
came upon the Princess's realm
One glimpse and his heart
was hers
But dragons have wings
And the host of dragons
flapped their's
so furiously...
that the ground shook
The knight stumbled,
Smiting his head
Suddenly his vision fouled
He knew in his heart
he had to rescue her...
from these fierce dragons
But his vision, now blurred
Would not let him
wield his sword in defense
Heros sometimes fail-
As did our brave knight...
And the dragons
Prevailed
The princess still waits
In her lonely tower
She will not forget-
His love, and his valor-
She will not be free...
She will await a
new, braver,
stronger knight
But he may never come
And the dragons
may lose next time...
And the princess
our knight prays...
Will be happy,
And free-
At last."
Categories:
keenest, adventure, faith, hope,
Form:
Ballad
Oh Lord, I know you know I have been thanking you a lot lately
But today I want to pray
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Almighty Lord
You know me and you know how in life I pine to succeed
I know all that I want
And I know what to do in order to get it all
The will power, emotional power, confidence... certainty
...and all that entails the achievement of a dream
But there is one thing I specifically need
For with it my success is guaranteed
Almighty Lord
Please give me the discipline of a student
Please make me endear my keenest efforts on my chief pursuits
Just as though I’m about to sit for an exam... for I know in a way I am
Please give me the sense to properly manage my time
And take from my heart the desire to waste time
...and the vice of procrastination
In its place fill me with the fear of punishment and failure
...if I go about work like a truant does
...spending too much money here... and too much time there
Please sharpen my focus like that of a student aiming for that higher diploma...
...knowing the realisation of it will chance him a higher degree
Help me aptly execute the duties entrusted unto me
For its exceptionality will lift me to the reach of even higher doors
Almighty, please fill me with the discipline of a student
To sacrifice my little peer pleasures now... and invest all my heart into my pursuits
Knowing all too well that as that an empowering reality awaits me
...at the end of my truest efforts
Help me to be honest with myself
...knowing that all I do now
...is first of all for my own benefit
And that if I do it so well
It will benefit and inspire even many more to garner more of their potentials
Now my Almighty Lord,
Think of this as a business proposal
I have the dream and capability
You have the power over reality
If you take my dream and capability seriously
...and assist me with your power over reality
Very soon I will succeed, and there will be many wanting to be like me
All these shall be to your gain too for I shall direct them your way as proof
So you see Lord, your help and my efforts will tomorrow make us both a happier lot
Think about it
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Mhmm... Who am I kidding, I know you did think about it and that’s why you
decided to make me live
Thanks Lord
Categories:
keenest, on work and workingme,
Form:
Narrative
Paint a picture with your mind
Dust out your cluttered head
Close the outer eye and open
Imagination’s keenest eye within
See now grassy hills that rise and fall
See the crisp blue stream that winds along
Now the downy clouds reflected in
The water far below its floating waves
Hear the sparrow as he trills his song
Crisply over lofty trees of fir
Listen as the brook sings back the tune
Of sparrow’s joyous song of sweet refrain
Never would one be alone if when
Creativity takes him such a place
He could see and hear and touch and taste
The joys which offered elsewhere can be his
If only in his mind’s eye, he can go
Locations that his fancied thoughts would fly
Nowhere is beyond limit for him,
Whose inventions take such grandiose flight
(This is a re-post)
Categories:
keenest, adventure, fantasy, imagination, nature
Form:
Free verse
The keenest winter wind so shrilly whistled
In the night;
The fire in the fireplace flared and fizzled,
Giving light
Through the wailing winter night.
Within the cabin all was warm and cozy
In the night;
The children's cheeks were glowing red and rosy
From the fight
In the snowy winter night.
The cabin shook and shuddered, softly creaking
In the night;
The west wind wildly stuttered, as if speaking
Through its might,
In the windy winter night.
The chestnuts loudly crunched as they were cracking
In the night;
The popcorn proudly popped, and lips were smacking
At the sight,
By the fire in the night.
The children in the house are sweetly sleeping
Through the night;
The wind, kept out, is wildly wailing, weeping
At the slight,
While it wanders through the night.
Categories:
keenest, children, family, night, wind,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Being Content
Written: by Tom Wright
5/29/00
Lord,
I've asked not from you, the fastest steed.
Nor desire I to possess the keenest eye.
Nor do I seek, from life, an easy, meaningless, course
Wherein, that I, upon my labor, might get by;
I've never searched out paths being arrow straight.
Nor found great satisfaction, lest abiding in your will.
And though, oft times, for actions, others may berate.
I'll follow, clinging to You, Lord, still.
I do not seek, for self, earth's riches untold.
But oft, think I, of others lives and need.
Trying you Lord, I've seen what would unfold.
By ten you've recompensed for every deed.
Earthly wisdom, from none but You, I'll seek.
As each new dawn begins to take its flight;
To make proper choices when times, are good or bleak,
Trusting not within myself or personal skill,
But in your might;
Categories:
keenest, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Descending into a mega-mall, the fluorescence blemishes my skin.
There is a twinge in my temples as I approach the makeup counter,
meeting eyes with a woman whose shoes pierce my gait
and whose artificially white teeth flash like EMP bombs.
But I must not be blinded; there is something behind those calcium shutters,
illuminating inside her vessel and peaking through each crack ... I wonder.
Is her exoskeleton painted so pristinely to brighten the day?
Who owns the day she, in every meticulous gesture, labors for?
But every question is drowned in a clanging,
a clamoring of those persistent teeth trying to make a sale.
Rattling around like new tap shoes, sheening ivory.
White noise, white noise.
Every coherent thought blurred, humming viciously
as done in the shadows of the perfect women in chromatic ads.
But she is not perfect; I can see her pores.
They are weeping the regrets of thick foundation.
Those streaks of saline wet speak gallons and shimmer
as they slide, revealing pockets of uneven flesh tones,
subtle bruises from the hot-lipped sun,
every mar a testament to resistance in midst of the Tyrants.
Gravity, Matter and Time; how admirably this body has battled them,
unaware of its own striking animal; a masterwork of sinew and bone,
of neurons and cartilage, of mucus and moles.
Each electron hums in its proud, puffed little chest.
In earnest I wonder, does the sales lady know every outline,
every wrinkle of her beige, waterproof suit?
Does she wear it in precious stride, beaming just bright enough so as to share
her whole self, lovely-garish, yet never glaring the keenest lens?
There is no answer.
I only nod slightly, appreciating her mottled gem eyes,
politely severing our feeble connection, departing, contemplating them,
that such dazzling blue could exist immersed in milky pools
disrupted by long-legged channels of blood.
Categories:
keenest, age, beauty, body, identity,
Form:
Free verse
from the pacific rim of panama
to the emerald realm of patagonia
lies the eerie sounds the complex sequence of haunting cries and pain
and eavesdropping on the hidden world of the leviathan can be a deadly game
amid the ocean waters the whistling whales can be heard for miles
and the chorus of the whales can be a call back to the wild
as the esoteric echoes slices through the watery plain
the silhouette of the ancient creature astounds the keenest brain
the singers of the deep the harmonizers of h2o
grace us with the fabric of the songs that they bestow
as they rocket into the air they crash land like the boom of distant thunder
but even the breach of the mighty whale fills the mind with wonders
Categories:
keenest, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh, happy are the people who
have loads of chums, both old and new,
who stop and pass the time of day,
or join them when they dine and play.
And yet the luckiest, by far,
are those who know this real star;
a noble friend, a real mate;
whom friends and neighbours highly rate.
With head held high, a noble pose,
the keenest ear, the sharpest nose,
his curly hair, a lustrous brown,
snipped at the best salon in town.
Likewise, he’s known, both far and wide,
for all the love he can provide.
A ‘foodie’? Yes. But I prefer
the sobriquet, a connoisseur.
Sophisticated, debonair,
a certain style, with real flair,
a bon viveur, a social cog …..
But that’s enough about my dog!
And me? There’s not a lot to say,
I trundle on, the usual way,
from here to there, with grunt and groans,
supported by these creaking bones.
~
For Frank's 'Self Portrait' Competition.
Categories:
keenest, character, self,
Form:
Verse
WAITING FOR THE WHALES
with the Yupik
On icy shores the Yupik women grab their down-wrapped kids--
Muscled men push-slide long boats from old white plastic skids.
Squinting grey horizons -- snow-fog blurs keenest sight--
Wondering which hunter fickle gods will take tonight.
Seal skin gear repels the wet while ice finds nervous hands,
Hunters --cheerful-- brave the cold that rules in Arctic lands.
Suddenly a burst of water spits above their heads--
Spears flash—too late—whale disappears--but not a soul is dead.
Note:
Yupik people are one of the Native American tribes
of Eskimos in Northern Alaska whose traditional life included whale, polar bear and seal hunting.
The U.S. government allows them to hunt one whale per season to fulfill their religious
and cultural tradition. This hunt was near Barrow, Alaska spring 2012.
Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
Jan 11 2013
Categories:
keenest, native american, people,
Form:
Couplet
I hide here at the back
Not the last page, but nearly so
The thick leathery binding which protects me
Is starting to fray and the letters fade
I'm safe up here on the top shelf
And none but the keenest would
Peer beneath this tired, tatty shell
But maybe they would appreciate...
For so many years I have remained unread
I almost fear the moment
When daylight comes
And at last I can sing
Categories:
keenest, hope, introspection, on writing
Form:
Prose Poetry
this story's about a good o'boy
that knows his wits ain't the keenest
and a writer that thought he was cock-of-the-walk
we'll refer to him as genius
genius liked to hang around o'boy
and make fun of him all day long
he would pick and poke and make sick jokes
o'boy would just laugh along
now genius decided to protect his work
so he sent it to washington
said i'll be a star, yea i'm gonna go far
and my songs'll be number one.
well, his head began to swell a mite
when he started to receive
the kind of deals that come in the mail
when you register with the L.O.C.
now, o'boy might be simple folk.
he don't claim to have a great mind.
but he can spot a scam, size up a man
and read between the lines.
o'boy tried to warn him
said be careful or ya might get burned
but the know-it-alls are bound to fall
cause there's nutin else they can learn.
they said they'd sell genius his spotlight
make his name known all around
so he bent right over, stuck his head in the clover
and pulled his britches down.
well i can't really say how it happened
but the story soon spread around
and before ya know it that singing poet
was the biggest joke in town.
now, we can make fun of the downhom'eez
laugh at their back-wood way
make the simple folk the butt of our joke
but sometimes it just don't pay.
Categories:
keenest, crazy, education, funny, giggle,
Form:
Ballad
She’s complaining:
Darling,
I thought a thought.
But the thought I thought
Wasn't the thought I thought I thought.
If the thought I thought I thought,
Was the thought I thought,
I would never had that thought.
Darling,
You thought a thought
But the thought You thought
Wasn't the thought I thought I thought.
If the thought You thought
Was the thought I thought I thought,
We would of had the same thought.
But thinking of the thought I thought I thought
Wasn’t the thought You thought I thought...
Start having the same thoughts I think.
Darling,
If you understand, think "I understand"
If you don't understand, think "I don't understand".
But if you understand and think "I don't understand".
How would I understand that you understand?
Understand!?
His answer:
Your brains to me is total mystery
It’s hard for me to comprehend
I have to love you and appreciate your fantasies
And cherish your enigma as I can.
But everything is so solvable
For all the men with simple logic
That conclusion is up coming
And so easy for quotation:
First – we need to earn some money
And second – to appreciate the children
By spending time with them a plenty
By cherishing and loving you
And not forgetting multitude of flowers…
And also: by being fit and strong
And tall and handsome
And having keenest sense of humor
And be a center of attention
When keeping company
(By being gem in conversations)…
And never think of cheating.
Categories:
keenest, allegory, conflict, confusion, culture,
Form:
Concrete
Seems that with nearly every purchase nowadays for a fee,
Sales representatives want to sell you an extended warranty!
I reckon that's fine should you purchase a washing machine or car,
But the warranty that I was offered today I thought quite bizarre!
A warranty for a disposable camera didn't make a whole lot of sense!
I bought it at the Post Exchange for four dollars and ninety-five cents!
The cashier rang it up and I was dazzled at what the computer displayed!
"For ten bucks you can buy a warranty for the purchase you just made!"
I ain't the keenest guy around, but I considered such a deal a peculiarity!
I astutely deduced, "Gee, I can buy two cameras for the cost of said warranty!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Categories:
keenest, funny,
Form:
Couplet