Best Knoweth Poems
Love’s Alchemy is Eternal
Your look, touch, and scent now so perfect pure,
Enchants my true emotions and soaring passion.
I knoweth now our love shall always endure,
As God unites our souls as one by divine action!
Our sensual passion defines love’s spirit entire,
As we caress and kiss for this moment’s bliss.
Love’s alchemy maketh our spirits soar afire,
As we embrace our lips find that deepest kiss!
Our hearts beat now in a sacred tempo of love,
That reflects our real destiny, two souls as one.
This is God’s gift to us from Heaven high above,
As we wish these magic moments of eternal fun!
By Heaven, I pray our love’s alchemy forever,
And declareth my love shan’t leave you ever!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
June 27, 2016 (Shakespearean Sonnet)
Categories:
knoweth, dream, emotions, god, heaven,
Form:
Sonnet
God’s Holy Whisper of Love
I long to hear now God’s holy whisper of love,
For its sacrosanct sound abounds most high above.
This subtle soft tone mirrors forever God’s grace;
It maketh our souls one in His heavenly place.
God’s whisper reflects his love and passion in kind;
It’s His wish for poets to set them in true rhyme.
God’s whisper is our music on this mortal Earth;
It sustains our love spirit for holy rebirth.
Warm tears symbolize always our human passion,
As we seeketh God’s plan for His divine action.
God’s whisper sustains us true in all times of need;
He teaches that love conquers all, and we must heed.
God’s love shall be with us until the end of time;
He knoweth that poets shall set His words to rhyme!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
July 15, 2016 (Canzone)
Author’s Notes:
One Stanza
14 Verses
Meter: Iambic Hexameter
Total Syllables: 168
Rhyme Scheme: aabbccddeeffcc
Categories:
knoweth, emotions, faith, god, heaven,
Form:
Canzone
The Curse of the Dead Sea
Dark ghosts traveling through the chilled air mist
where rare rough rivers, eddied and revolved, in
twists around into a violent, furious funnel offshore,
as this turbulent salt sea of iniquity opens up its storied,
salted bowels with its turgid moving fluids drowning
into a space of predestined bedded death—for all who
unknowingly venture into the embrace of the Dead Sea.
For knoweth that Poseidon, the ancient god of the sea,
may not be there in time to spare thy life that be in the
fatal grip of this salted deadly destiny, and its jeopardy,
as it’s written in the “riddle of sands” that remain blowing
as this earthly desert speaks to thee, spiced by the coldest
of raindrops carried on winds held deep within, as dark
clouds escape with their droplets running down into the
mountain “waters of life” that feed and form an evil river
that pulsates through the deep veins of existence, as drums
inside heartbeats play to a harmonious harp filled with a
mystic music dancing to visions of a salted angel who lives
deep within the Dead Sea.
Falling throughout the depths of time in the history of this
ancient sea of sure death, are grains of sand and pure white
salt which hold misted gems that speak to each and every
human footprint, leaving an imprinted, indelible image true,
behind the frame left crowned in the deep well of a forlorn,
shimmering pond that presciently knoweth that this ancient
Dead Sea, with its “salt of the sand” shall explain to you,
in kind, of the dangers that lurketh within the waters of its
salted, deadly grip, if thou chooseth unwisely to venture in
knowingly or unknowingly.
For Poseidon shall not be there in this “modern age” to
saveth thee and thy immortal soul!
Amen.
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – December 16, 2018
(Narrative)
Categories:
knoweth, allegory, death, emotions, evil,
Form:
Narrative
A Parable of Love’s Spell
We danced and kissed passionately whilst feeling that frenzied,
flushed-rush of two people together now as one under love’s spell.
Love’s that mystical, magical emotion captivating every aspect
of our senses as we succumb to its aura of delicious enchantment!
Love’s power is a divine omnipotence which touches us tender
now as we walk this night watching the Moon smile back at us.
Love’s that moment when two people’s eyes search and discover
each other and their hearts know it’s much more than mere chance.
Try fate, try destiny, but knoweth that this special emotion is oft
beyond the pale of any ready explanation of the mere commonplace.
Love can be palpable, spiritual, promising, hopeful, bashful, and
even disappointing—but full of surprise and true wonderment too!
We savoreth our embrace as two lovers mesmerized in this moment,
whilst we fall deeply under love’s spell as the Moon smiles back at us!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved – March 28, 2017
(Couplet)
Categories:
knoweth, destiny, emotions, fate, feelings,
Form:
Couplet
For Our Love So True
For our love so true lasts now forever
For I knoweth I shall leave you never,
Here on Earth ‘n later in Heaven’s light,
Whilst God is with us on this cosmic night,
Angels sing to us with all due pleasure.
Our passions are beyond mortal measure,
As we walk tonight, hands held together,
We know our emotions feel now so right
For our love so true.
God’s divine love is our special treasure,
Our souls, are bound now together ever,
We ascend now with the angels in flight,
We bask in God’s holy blessings tonight.
With our souls now one, no one can severe
For our love so true.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 18, 2017 (Rondeau)
Categories:
knoweth, angel, god, heaven, imagery,
Form:
Rondeau
God’s love is alive, a fire inside
Poured out by the Holy Spirit
Washing away all of the pride
Assuring of a comfort explicit
God’s love is a sincere promise
To give generously of real hope
A joy and peace that is flawless
Reassurance that helps to cope
God’s love is more than emotion
It is wise, faithful and passionate
Filled with a sweet, soft devotion
The sensation is fully extravagant
God’s love is the answer to prayer
Fills the heart with joy overflowing
Knows that there will always be care
And knowledge that faith is growing
God’s love is a compassionate embrace
Reminds us that we’ll always praise
It ensures the spirit of the thrill of grace
There is the awareness that does amaze
God’s love is a whisper that tells a secret
It is beautiful and charms the wild beast
Without pride, it produces a real meekness
And it gives from the heart to the very least
God’s love is a healer of the worst sorrow
Without a word it confides the best truth
That goodness and delight fill tomorrow
With all the lovingkindness that will soothe
God’s love is salvation of the soul
When it’s felt deeply, it truly consoles
Creating a sense of what is the goal
A life that the Holy Spirit fully controls
1 John 4:8 “He that loveth not knoweth not God: for God is love.”
Categories:
knoweth, christian, faith, god, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
Thy love for me is sure,Knoweth I,
right from genesis,my heart goeth to thee,
ours had the permission of Cupid and holy saints,
Thou knoweth my strength and my weakness,
No dame like thee,my diamond!my moon!,
we -two were paired by the heavens,
whether thou goeth I go,just like Siamese twins,
The perfume of thy body filleth my nostrils,
Thy blinking eyelids beacon for affection
with twilight of hope and passion without caution,
I`m enthused,bemused and amused,O`! thou angel,
Thou art my golden crown;precious jewel!.
But now,thou jewel! Thou art being tarnished,
Sickness and ailment override thy being,
Thy blinking eyes are darker than scarlet;
Thy succulent lips drier than tanned horse skin,
Joy of motherhood turns to sorrow of departure;
O`death!,coward!,where lieth thy face?,
Our bond is stronger than thee,
Stretcheth forth thy hands, but thou hold her not,
For my hands standeth in-betwixt like a rock,
Summon all thy tools,we shall reigneth supreme,
O`,mother nature!closeth not thy eyes,
help us to fight this eater eating into her blood;
O` eater!,for thou to be a victor;
Prepareth to eat two meals at a time,
for our vow remains sacred and true;
"In death,we are one" and
"In death , we have won".
*Eater--cancer of the blood
CONTEST:'Bringin'out the "thees and thous" sponsored by Lisa Cooper poetessdarkly
Categories:
knoweth, life, love, art, art,
Form:
Free verse
If I could compose a
symphony for thee, my dear poets,
twixt the heavens and
the earth we would dance.
A garth of stars would
gather about thy beauty, my dear poets,
Wilt thou be my love
for all eternity?
We shall hearken to
the ways of love,
ere we drift asunder,
holding only our hearts.
Forsooth, we never die.
Dost the seed knoweth the ways
in which it becomes a tree?
We too shall shed this mortal
form and thrive amongst
the forest of immortal beings,
my dear poets.
Categories:
knoweth, analogy, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Gracious engagements we now insist
Healthy bonding for friendship’s wealth gain
Allowing welfare’s peace to persist
Midst loving bliss and respect that reign.
Healthy bonding for friendship’s wealth gain
We do learn from each other’s wisdom
Midst loving bliss and respect that reign
Devoid of pride that stains good will’s freedom.
We do learn from each other’s wisdom
By partnership along helping mirth
Devoid of pride that stains good will’s freedom
Fulfilling God's aim for us in this earth.
By partnership along helping mirth
We accommodate varied delights
Fulfilling God's aim for us in this earth
While appreciating unique traits’ sights.
We accommodate varied delights
Aware of wondrous differences
While appreciating unique traits’ sights
In closeness where love* indeed blesses.
Aware of wondrous differences
Allowing welfare’s peace to persist
In closeness where love* indeed blesses
Gracious engagements we now insist.
*1John 4:7 Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.
May 10, 2020
3rd place, "Pantoum Rhyme and Personification" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 6/13/2020.
Edited on June 14, 2020
Categories:
knoweth, appreciation, blessing, christian, faith,
Form:
Pantoum
1 John 4:8 (KJV) “He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.”
It’s our love that our God expects.
He gives blessings; not just objects.
Perfect gifts like love, hope and grace.
While holding us in His embrace.
Even though it might seem complex,
It’s our love that our God expects.
When He listens to our prayers,
There’s no doubt He really cares.
Let His love shine down in your soul.
Without Him, you’ll never be whole.
It’s our love that our God expects.
Beyond our dreams, His love effects.
Prayers go up, blessings come down.
Without Him, my spirit would drown.
Trust in Him who never rejects.
It’s our love that our God expects.
Categories:
knoweth, appreciation, blessing, faith, god,
Form:
Quatern
"The Repeat of Fate"
Deep buried in a dead forest
I hadn’t heard of before,
Wycoller lies in ruins, barren
no trees nor foliage remain,
no tenant can be found,
but here I am
like a ghost glued
fast as a succubus to its walls
rain like poetry falls hard
the wind stinging the loveless hymn’s
continuous tin-hitting torrent to breathe
and it fills its chanting monkish boned gutters
with pages of leaves, rivulets cascade
burning like copper-coloured tears
like rusty blood the signature stains
down and over and through
its windows’ broken panes
pink-eyed writing stories, still life,
falling like laced crimson snowflakes
melting to sleet the messy sludge
sliding down its unchaste whitewashed sides
to be scraped away the scarlet lye
and underneath the nails that pierce
the sharp words tightly furled
like Rochester waits
torn on his wuthering
cliffs of heath;
which one am I?
which word?
which name?
the repeat of fate?
Unsaved by the Wildfell grace,
a small but loud device
runs with its unthinking heartless mouth.
On Pendle
a daughter seals her
mother’s fate;
too soon
it is opened,
the closed Malkin gate
Candide Diderot. ‘25
“Jennet Device, Daughter of Elizabeth Device, late wife of John Device, of the Forrest of Pendle aforesaid widow, confesseth and saith, that her said mother is a witch, and that this shee knoweth to be true; for, that shee had seens her spirit sundrie times come unto her said mother in her owne house, called Malking-Tower, in the likenesse of a browne dogge, which shee called Ball; and at one time amongst others, the said Ball did aske this examinates mother what she would have him to doe; and this examinates mother answered, that she would have the said Ball to helpe her to kill John Robinson of Barley, alias Swyer: by helpe of which said Ball, the said swyer was killed by witch-craft accordingly; and that this examinates mother continued a witch for these three or foure yeares last past.”
lye/lie.
Categories:
knoweth, betrayal, muse, mystery,
Form:
Narrative
1.
This is Truth that to you, mortals is now speaking,
I’m the one that in the kernel of everything that exists resides,*
That no human has ever seen**, up to this very moment and
No one, I affirm will able be, eyes to set upon my
Divine essence!***
2.
I know, the vast majority of you believe to be with me, very
Well acquainted,
Some even declare that the best of my friends are and
Instead of me, they could do the talking
Even there are those who boast to be my associates and
The ultimate reality only them to know
Thus
Each one of them “his truth” declares according to his doctrine,
Fervently maintaining the veracity of his established principles,
The principles of his policy, his history, his religion, his morals
That with me, the Truth, I assure you, have very little in common.
3.
So, I the Truth, with many faces came to you be known
As different colors are always used to paint my visage,
Colors with hues of their opinions to better fit their purpose
According to the era they are living in, their reason and
Understanding
4.
If a day, I the Truth, among them decided just a walk take
Certain am I that no one of them, would able be, me to recognize
For the bigotry that is deep in their uninformed heart planted
Unable has made their eyes the supreme Truth to identify
5.
Enraged am I, of all those criminals who kill in my name,
Regardless of their color, creed, sex, ethnicity,
For even if a little bit they knew me, never would they
Commit a crime
For
I, the Truth next to God live. It’s from Him I draw my existence,
Impossible thus for me it is, divinity’s will to disobey
And commend someone to do something that is immoral
Because God is love*** and love, you should know my friends,
Never commits a crime!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 OCTOBER 2014
* There is nothing that we with certainty know because the truth is found in the depths of each thing!
Democritus, Greek philosopher, 5th century B.C., the father of the atomic theory
**No man has ever perceived the truth, neither anyone in the future will know it but only opinions of things we will have for the reality of things!
Xenophanes, Greek philosopher 6th century B.C.
***John, epist. First, verse 8. “He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love!
Categories:
knoweth, god, love, truth,
Form:
Personification
How does on measure the worth of a man?
How does one try to surmise it?
Can a man be appraised like a parcel of land?
There are so many things that comprise it;
For the gem of his soul has such faceted cut,
That we're hard put to judge by set standard.
It depends from which angle you're viewing the gem,
How it's depth and it's beauty are rendered;
So how can we measure the worth of a man,
When we can't see all sides of the jewel?
Do we measure the body, the spirit, the soul,
A man is not single, he's plural;
So to even attempt to judge part of a man,
Without giving thought to the others,
Is like trying to sing just part of a song,
It's left lacking as you will discover;
So leave the appraising to He who is worthy,
To judge on the part or the whole;
For once He's refined him the whole man is worthy,
And he comes forth shining as gold.
"FOR HE KNOWETH THE WAY THAT I TAKE; WHEN HE HAS TRIED ME, I SHALL COME FORTH AS GOLD."
Job 23:10
Categories:
knoweth, devotion, faith, inspirational, people,
Form:
Quatrain
Watching from the shore for long,
tides and waves roll with a rhythmic beat all foretold.
New blossoms of temple flowers bloom,
As some did fall face first to the ground in sweet surrender.
“Oh dancing leaves on this rainy day!
Dance how you may lest you sway.”
At the sea’s edge, a rush of wind parts memories left far behind...
With remorse stood I conjuring the self-imposed torture;
with pain that soared with the cross I bear.
Like the dancing dew drop that rolleth from the blade of the staggering leaf on a
withering tree,
like a merry soldier whistling his final tune to the tip of the guillotine,
looking skyward stood I dripping in complete surrender.
The zenith had no bounds and the nadir inched too deep;
wanting to dissolve in the hastened fury, complacency the soul rendered;
knowing for sure that certain dreams are better gone when awake.
The wine rolleth well, piercing those buds screaming for more.
Till the blood-red wine knoweth not if its the blood or the wine
that tasteth so well in the mouth it rolls.
"My poisonous mushrooms! Left behind with the serpent's kiss,
knowing too well and none better than he will know what he knows best…
that he desires to be plucked undeserving to be tasted;
unless death beckons the soul from deep for the one who plucketh."
Categories:
knoweth, introspectionwine,
Form:
Personification
Give praise to the almighty’s work
in His moulding so well my frame
indeed His workings in me so intricate
everyone’s so different not two the same
Great and marvelous are God’s works
nothing man made can any compare
for God is the original creator no doubt
look at His wonders one stands to stare
Truly when one stands and considers it all
the specialty of God’s precise craftsmanship
words fail us to truly describe such splendour
all of earth’s beauty proving divine authorship
(' I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvelous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.' )Psalm 139 v. 14 (KJV)
Categories:
knoweth, god, life, spiritual, thanksgiving,
Form:
Rhyme