Best Keepers Poems
old age is wonderful
I get to fumble around my apartment and find things
I never saw before
Categories:
keepers, absence, art, blessing, blue,
Form:
Haiku
From the sublime blue
He, having done his work
Tired and sweating
Sank into the west sea
To have a lave
At the gong of six.
It began to darken
Without the presence of him.
And people and animals
Hurried to their homes.
With darkness filled
And mist hung
It was stilly
With no motion.
Then after a movement in the clouds
It began to lighten
As there came the keeper;
Keeper of night.
She was round then,
And she shone bright
Which made the owls
Hoot with delight.
And I, from my window-sill
Kept still in wonder.
Categories:
keepers, beauty, innocence, moon, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Tonight I sit and wander
through stars~ my perennial
freshening sparkling...of old familiar
constellations –
attention drawn
to some dim and distant
wondering of the many wishes
perhaps misplaced
of mine and countless worlds
of yet searching others....
Tonight I sit and wonder
with a heartfelt sigh, how
many disappointed have
stopped faithful wishing,
stopped their joyful singing –
how many fewer guitars with warmth
of feeling no-longer soulfully strumming
for a heart needs romantic reason
if to keep going its tender humming...
so, myself, a poet~ Romance's ink-full benefactor
tonight write for gleaming heavens, a darling new
twinkle-r – penning words dipped in glitter
for a yearning lonely sitter, as if my lyrical
clusters were enticing jewels for every dreamer's misplaced
coupling diadem....
Surely, some high-flying angel, or goddess will
take fond notice, for bards long the pet and fancy
of the Keepers of Wishing Stars –
Categories:
keepers, angel, feelings, heart, longing,
Form:
Free verse
Shhh...the sentinels
whisper among themselves, there’s
a human coming...
Do not give away
any secrets to them, they
cannot keep secrets.
Remember what we
learned from old grandfather oak
humans will gossip.
Gaia trusts us all
never divulge her secrets
to human species.
We are trees and we
harbor religiously all
knowledge entrusted.
Categories:
keepers, appreciation, earth, environment, imagery,
Form:
Haiku
Who cries for them for they do not weep?
Who cares for them for many do not keep?
Who sees for them for their eyes are shut?
Who eats for them of serving an empty gut?
The sun is theirs for the cold surely comes,
Nights are long for darkness always numbs…
As the frost sits upon their noses and thumbs,
And dinner awaits upon tables of their crumbs.
The clothing they wear does slowly evaporate,
For the churches and institutes do celebrate…
Along their wills and demeanors that do abate,
And the magistrates of conformity do dictate.
Keepers of my brothers so little time is left,
As they prepare the gallows for their theft…
Echoes of anguish as they null in their bereft,
Prisoners of time when captured in their arrest.
June.14.2019
Move me Poetry
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
Background music by Metal Heroes...
A tribute to Tool~' Sober
N/A for contest
Categories:
keepers, depression, humanity, mental illness,
Form:
Rhyme
For this we stand
and hearts we wear,
upon our sleeves
we know no dread.
We rest alone
yet share this love,
the beautiful game
with our army,
our blood.
With arms outstretched
body twisted and torn,
we pray for a fingertip
to shield us in this war.
As the shot skips wide
and we clash with our foes,
this battle is won
as we rise up for more.
This life we have chosen,
the soldiers of our game,
the generals of our clan,
the drivers of our faint.
So if you opt to take part
in this combat we so love,
please have no faint of heart
for us keepers we have none.
Categories:
keepers, soccer, sports, war,
Form:
Ode
Keepers of the "Man Cave"
A revelation dawned today
I've seen the refuge built
Where the boy in a man be saved
Sandbox space with trucks arrayed
Standing guard your sacred forts
Battles wars and raids dissuade
Your hearts from changing their course
Keepers of the "Man Cave"
Protectors of cyber space
Guarding testosterone sanctuaries
This teenage "sacred place"
Slaying your dragons on congenial battleground
Plastic guns hunt the miles cross hemispheres
Where the sound of "what the hell" resound
Joyfully filling the hours of your years
Keepers of the "Man Cave"
Fantasy football and Game Day paraphernalia
Seduction and booze hanging on your walls
Left women thinking it was life dysplasia
When in truth it's not that at all
The weight you carry O'the strain of man
Under constant burdens fearful you'll f
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When In the joy of being boys you could stand
Keepers of the "Man Cave"
Filled with reminders to be young
Hotties looking desirously toward you
Your reprieve from things still undone
Some of us know and even understand
Your right to the "Man Cave" anomaly
And the necessity for which it stands
The place to bear up under all life demands
Keepers of the "Man Cave"
Your work it never ends
And on YOU your family relies
Your eyes and shoulders shrouded in strength
But it's a long row to hoe for you guys
So when the weary comes to patronize
Let the boy in you have his day
It's a right of passage signified
A man can stand if he's given to play
Keepers of the "Man Cave"
Keep guard against perilous fight
For that boy in you keeps our man tender
And in your arms all our world is right
Categories:
keepers, cute love, devotion, emotions,
Form:
Quatrain
Our only reward is to realize
when thinking to achieve,
one’s essence of immortality,
They - we, are as keepers of reality,
this reality...
is seen through our mind's eye,
Drama, Comedy, or Tragedy
~*~ there is but one place ~*~
They may gather to unite, draw strength
from one another, sharing their pains,
joys, hopes, innovative dreams, Love
through a language common to them all,
poetry
That place is here, our beloved Poetrysoup
Categories:
keepers, dedication, love, poems, poetry,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The moors seduced
The Sahara Desert Mountains
Mastered the Mediterranean Sea
Keepers of the flame
Custodian of Egyptian knowledge
Their horses made of moonlight
The world shall never be the same
Categories:
keepers, imagination
Form:
Free verse
“Stealers-Keepers” Questioned
By Elton Camp
If something has been stolen long enough
Then is it all right simply to keep the stuff?
The Guggenheim some art to Italy has sent
Illicit when bought, they had more than a hint
To the original owner, stolen stuff should go
At least United States law tells everyone so
Demands of owners have museums in a scare
Requests for return of what shouldn’t be there
Greece for return of the Elgin Marbles does speak
The way England got them of larceny does reek
Egypt, country of origin of the Rosetta Stone
Says it was an outrage how it came to be gone
If your fine automobile some crook should steal,
What if you should spot the thief behind the wheel?
“That property’s mine and I absolutely want it back.
And from you, you thief, I want to hear no slack.”
Will Mexico perhaps someday make a similar claim
“For stealing half our whole country you are to blame.”
We were told of “Manifest Destiny” back in school
It made American imperialism sound sort of cool
It glosses over an exercise in raw military powers
“People, what you have is now going to be ours.”
If, to endorse this idea, yourself you did first find
Did the idea about Mexico then change your mind?
It’s easy to be in favor of justice in the abstract
Not as much in the face of an inconvenient fact
On these controversies, I take no particular side
Demands are intensifying and are harder to hide
Categories:
keepers, history,
Form:
Rhyme
The sacred hoop is my life wheel,
circular with no beginning and no end;
this infinite circle I must reveal.
The teachings within help me heal,
where east, south, west and north transcend;
the sacred hoop is my life wheel.
The great power in the four I find surreal,
life I will not fake, waste or pretend;
this infinite circle I must reveal.
To the spirit keepers of the four I appeal,
as all life aspects, seasons, elements, spiritual blend;
the sacred hoop is my life wheel.
I ask the sun, air, water, earth to not conceal,
oh, I wish all the spirit keepers to be my friend;
this infinite circle I must reveal.
To father sky and mother earth I kneel,
and pray for the power of four to mend;
the sacred hoop is my life wheel,
this infinite circle I must reveal.
____________________
August 09, 2022
Poetry/Villanelle/Spirit Keepers Heal
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1478-755-09
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, First Person Villanelle
sponsor, L MILTON HANKINS, Judged 09/02/2022
Third Place
Categories:
keepers, life,
Form:
Villanelle
Time marches on but the story doesn't change.
Innocent lives being taken by a person whose deranged..
Last weekend in Pa. it was our state police, one is still
critical, and the other is now deceased..
The unstable shooter is also now gone.
Will this ever stop? What keeps going so wrong?
This tragic story truly rings home for me.
I had a person with mental health struggles in my family.
Psychiatrists rely on the pharmaceutical industry and
prescribe new medications that alter patients' brain chemistry.
Family members are often leery to commit, because our mental
hospitals discharge the patient still unfit, and they are left to
deal with the brunt of it.
At home, these families struggle to keep things in control.
Many times that stress alone will take a major toll.
How many more peacekeepers?
How many more innocent lives is our society willing to sacrifice?
Categories:
keepers, mental illness,
Form:
Narrative
The Time Keepers
Take me back to where hence I came
Where dreams were made that I may regain
The love that evaporates through portal gates
Of passions past within stable states
The present now is a gift of hell
A static solitude a dungeon dwell
Where the guardians of elliptical time
Maintain resonance in a lateral line
The future fades into a voiceless void
Where love is lost and thus destroyed
Illusions of mind form the human race
And destinies delude in hyperspace
Oh keepers of time reset your clocks
For the past and future presently mocks.
Nov.21.2016
Past, Present, Future - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
Categories:
keepers, analogy, conflict, humanity,
Form:
Sonnet
clad in black berets and boots
all camouflaged with heavy guns
their armoured jeeps in Indian file
like obedient dogs they march along
faces pale from the burning sun
peasants tender, weak and poor
gaze helpless at the peacekeepers:
what begets this act of war?
give them a chance to make their bread
lend them a voice to sing their song
show them love, let them dream
that’s how peacekeeping is done!
Categories:
keepers, conflict, hope, irony, social,
Form:
Lyric
You'll never guess what I found at the dump.
I found and soon sold an antique gas pump.
It was made back in 1943.
A Man gave $100,000 to me.
I sure was lucky to meet that antique collector.
Having this much money is like drinking nectar.
Two days later, I met the man who threw the gas pump away.
He demanded that I give him $50,000 but I refused to pay.
He said he's in over his head in debt and he keeps getting in deeper.
He may need the money but I say finders keepers losers weepers.
(This is a fictional poem)
Categories:
keepers, funny, humor, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme