Best Largess Poems
Our Midnight The Unseen Within
( Collaboration )
Silent unto our sense, yet musical
With eternal harmony, they move
About our darkened vision, the beautiful ones,
Angels of destiny.
Pale with the dawn, sun-golden with the noontide,
They mingle with our moments;
There is no sadness that they do not share,
No night they are not near.
Even as flowers that scent the roving winds
With fragrant incantations, - flowers unseen,
That loose the largess of their beauteous dreams,
Even so are they.
Bequeathing endlessly for our delight
The gifts we spurn, the secret revelations
Would make us in our needless misery
True kindred of the Soul,-
A holy kiss to marry us with light,
These sheens where cherubins loose their waxxen wings;
Shear the shadows where fear is oft found,
And quell doubt like a startled imposter
A righteous device to lead us home.....
A wanton wind to soothe the wayward ails;
A flame-cold but bright to illume every wan,
We sleep unbeguiled, where angels tread
What secret shadows skulk to maim?
Strip our bones to sudden death?
Move they winnowed and tarried -----
Helpless to the winged, swift eye
A keepsake (say many) beat of feather;
Hope gives us peace in those hallowed hills,
Where the angels sing like larks and cry a tear of love:
(Our midnight)
Robert J. Lindley and Keith O.J. Hunt,
2-21-2016
Note:
First 16 verses written by Robert Lindley
Remaining 16 verses 16 written by Keith O.J. Hunt
Categories:
largess, angel, appreciation, beautiful, blessing,
Form:
Classicism
Elections are less than a week away
And all the candidates have something to say.
With nervy tenure the ads were on the wing
Tossing the dirt as far and as much as they could fling.
When the signs are all up with their names posted there
I always say..."Voter, Beware!"
It's not their programs that they'll try to move
But the largess in their pockets that they'll try to improve.
I won't say I'm not cynical about election day
I work as a judge during that crazed fray.
Candidates all quote Washington, Jefferson, and Lincoln for sure
It would be better for us, if they knew who they were!
Categories:
largess, political,
Form:
Couplet
Silent unto our sense, yet musical
With eternal harmony, they move
About our darkened vision, the beautiful ones,
Angels of destiny.
Pale with the dawn, sun-golden with the noontide,
They mingle with our moments;
There is no sadness that they do not share,
No night they are not near.
Even as flowers that scent the roving winds
With fragrant incantations, - flowers unseen,
That loose the largess of their beauteous dreams,
Even so are they.
Bequeathing endlessly for our delight
The gifts we spurn, the secret revelations
Would make us in our needless misery
True kindred of the Soul,-
A holy kiss to marry us with light,
These sheens where cherubins loose their waxxen wings;
Shear the shadows where fear is oft found,
And quell doubt like a startled imposter
A righteous device to lead us home.....
A wanton wind to soothe the wayward ails;
A flame-cold but bright to illume every wan,
We sleep unbeguiled, where angels tread
What secret shadows skulk to maim?
Strip our bones to sudden death?
Move they winnowed and tarried -----
Helpless to the winged, swift eye
A keepsake (say many) beat of feather;
Hope gives us peace in those hallowed hills,
Where the angels sing like larks and cry a tear of love:
(Our midnight)
First 16 lines written by Robert Lindley
Last 16 by Keith O.J. Hunt
Categories:
largess, angel, hope, love, senses,
Form:
Classicism
I’ve fewer days ahead of me
than those I have been blessed to see.
Though time moves on so rapidly,
my hopes sustain.
God still has plans for me, I know.
He’s guiding me as to and fro
I move through life with goals in tow
that never wane.
Have I implied that my mind teems
with brilliant thoughts and sky-high dreams,
that life is bursting at the seams
with nonstop gain?
Not so! My peace and happiness
come from relationships that bless
my life, all through the Lord’s largess.
I can’t complain.
I feel fulfilled when I complete
a piece with rhyme and steady beat.
Though it won’t thrill the true aesthete,
it’s not in vain!
July 29, 2020
entered the Tail-rhyme Contest Received NA August 26, 2020
September 28, 2020
Poetry Contest Title: N-A Re-Run, 11
Sponsor: John Hamilton
February 15, 2021
entered in Brian Strand's All Yours (Feb 15) Contest
Categories:
largess, age, dream,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
linger not by the lagoon
where languid legends lie
lost within the labyrinths
of lonely hearts
long laments whispered
atop lofty ladders in lieu
of loyalties mistaken
for lust in moonlight
let us listen you and i
to lazy lush perfumes
borne of lavish lavender
while languishing in longing
let us scribble our letters
both with leaf and quill
laden with levity and love
without one word of a lie
let us unleash the leagues
of lethargic dreamers so we may
levitate leisurely in the largess
of the language of love
Read on air by invitation ~ January 23, 2022 'POETS HARBOUR'
AP: 2nd place 2022
Submitted on January 16, 2022 for contest A STRAND (1053) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Posted on January 15, 2022
Categories:
largess, dream, loneliness, longing, love,
Form:
Alliteration
Republicans? Immoral! Lord, that's all there is to that!
Like in the song, "Their heads are full of cotton, hay, and rags,"
Though Democrats (not better) hate to stoop so low to win,
They feel Christ's death, seek brotherhood, at times admit to sin.
Republicans are arrogant, love "trickle down largess,"
To get rich, they'd leave others bare, stark naked, not a stitch,
The way to know Republicans? They idolize control,
While Democrat's may lust, they sometimes think about their soul!
Republicans say Dems enable poor to stay a mess,
No doubt of that! We think, at least, we ought to offer chance,
Good school for kids, a right to vote, and tools for basic health,
A job that pays a decent wage, slaves owned aren't proof of wealth.
Republicans, some Harvard trained, smoke existential snow,
Think they are free, there is no sin, the mind is only art,
God loves the rich; there’s just one hitch, their virtue’s just a mask,
Their s--t stinks too, their Waterloo, salvation from a cask.
The Democrats parse life with guilt, long for utopia,
In saving others save themselves, they won’t let justice be,
They think that they can honor God by pinning truth to mat,
It’s vanity when man attempts to woo Jehoshaphat.
Though ‘Right’ thinks Rich means they own God, I know God loves them still,
The ‘Left’s’ self-serving brand of justice proves they have no cure,
Both Left and Right think they must fight to prove the other wrong,
The love of others all day long is Heaven’s only song.
Long Tooth
August 3, 2017
Categories:
largess, abuse, betrayal, evil, god,
Form:
Rhyme
International faith
Identical for your thought
Idolatry rejected
Surrender to God
Submit high morality
Safety to your heart
Light in the darkness
Largess liberality
Last justice lawful
All peoples message
Ably ablution to pray
A generous soul
Magnify all you
Mainly to balance your soul
Maintain your spirit
Acrostic Senryu's.
Categories:
largess, faith,
Form:
Acrostic
Autumn 10-2-23
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Autumn Pathetique
God winks with fall in blessedness
A pathetique from a soft breeze,
Silk sonatas, scarlet tresses,
Abundant blessings and jubilees.
Veiled in gold, summer’s parting kiss,
God winks with fall in blessedness,
As amber shadows reminisce
Songs of geese with tender finesse.
Rust tremolos of grace confess
Thankfulness in coral colognes
God winks with fall in blessedness,
Arpeggios in jewel tones.
Autumn’s grace notes in golden fields
Begs hearts to see sacred largess,
Anointed days of hallowed yields -
God winks with fall in blessedness.
Categories:
largess, autumn, blessing, song,
Form:
Quatern
Horizon of knelling bells
Adequate feeling bestowed
Hue, odor, sound, sensation
Harmoniously dwell
Tangible gnosticism
Catharsis
Potency yells
Largess
Ample satisfaction
Darkness, Thy power quells
Allah, family, thought
Camelot...Freedom
Allah: Arabic word for God
Categories:
largess, devotion, faith, family, life,
Form:
Free verse
Darkness in the world suffocates and prevails
I retrieve plaintively The Canterbury’s Tales
Begin my own pilgrimage to the land of kings and knights
When there were other meanings to the word heights
To the time of true chivalry not outrageous impudence
To the time of faith, nobility and reticence
To the time when audacity was more than just a software
To the time when allegiance wasn’t a singular affair
Knights of the Round Table heralded their pledge and prowess
To their fellow men, they bestowed justice and largess
Well, such were the tales of true homage and humanity
Before the human race was destroyed by the caltrops of vanity
Along the path of my journey, I became aware of one truth
It’s our own Renaissance that should be sought by our youth…
Categories:
largess, life, loss, people, satire,
Form:
Couplet
Would that our love were constant as the Sun,
Who though He needs his daily rest too,
And slips under the cover of earth’s horizon
To find such bliss as He can without us
Always in his sight, still rises to greet us,
With each new dawn, as warm as ever.
And if He did not, in fact, miss us in slumber,
Never has He seemed piqued by our absence,
Always ready to embrace us fully,
Nothing between our shared warmth,
(Though we hardly measure up to His),
But imagination, light, and, of course,
Ninety three million miles of void.
For this gift though I am grateful,
For otherwise, I fear, His ardor,
Would fully cook my goose! (1)
As always though, He is a lover,
Who I can count on to pay attention
To the smallest detail and who would
Always 'love my dog' (2) too, if I had one.
In comparison with such light, love,
I fear we both fare quite badly,
As more passive reflectors of His love, at best,
We both have our phases like the moon,
Whose light, though welcome in Sun’s absence
Scarcely measures up in its generosity or warmth
To that which the Sun gives all.
Let us aspire more then to His largess,
And if we never measure up fully
To His example, still let us share our warmth,
Our abundance with others, as Grace allows,
Living always in the spirit of His Love.
Brian Johnston
Sept. 6, 2014
Poet's Notes:
(1) 'your goose is cooked' means that you are 'shot down' (like a bird in flight), that you are the same as dead in someone's eyes, that you are a terrible failure in some way.
(2) 'Love me, Love my dog' means that if you really love me your love must include all those I love as well.
Categories:
largess, love,
Form:
Blank verse
two little squirrels build walls
two little squirrels
having a quarrel
both talk smack
nuts are crack
heads are spinning
why are they hissing
there's a largess of nuts
right there in the tree
but these two
can you believe it
are hissing over a leftover nut
that fell on the ground
outrageous!
chunks of hair goes missing
teeth are chipped
eyes are poked
egos are deflated
smack talk is funny
... i'll fix your face!
neither squirrel wants to give in
outrageous!
each denying the other a feather in their cap
can you believe this?
for of all things
... for a leftover nut that fell to the ground
it seems
it seems petty
it seems so reminiscent of one adult asking
the other ... heaven forbid ... for coffee
connie pachecho
4/11/17
Categories:
largess, anger, betrayal, funny love,
Form:
Free verse
When we were young and lacked the coin
to buy enduring toys, the Woolworth store
defined the reach of acquisition,
filling up the breach of larger dreams
with flavored ice and scooter pies.
We consumed them while on the run
through the hot streets of Washington,
learning thus the rate of sweetness
and how rapidly it melts away.
At the flea market in Arlington
we saunter through the parking garage
and dispense the largess piled on age.
She soothes the ache of toys denied
with a pewter vase and a string
of Lapis from Afghanistan.
I use the hour to forage for
battered trains from before the war
when I could only watch the tin toys run
through the teasing window of the store.
Categories:
largess, age, autumn, desire,
Form:
Rhyme
Let us loose upon the lands our children,
So they shall be in woven sunbeams clad,
And romp free in winter’s snow-lined cauldron,
Drink in star showers, by starlings’ flight led,
With the largess of nature often fed.
Let their minds be lodged in the greenest vale,
Playful under the bluest lagoon’s spell,
In earth’s bosom give them halcyon days.
With a lasting firmness may their hearts swell,
To suffer none to debauch nature’s grace.
Categories:
largess, beautiful, child, earth, environment,
Form:
Dizain
How, oh how, can some endow
A building wing? Well, holy cow!
So many millions must impress
All comers, thanks to their largess.
Such lavish generosity
Is well beyond the scope of me,
For sums like that I won’t pretend
Are numbers I can comprehend.
Yet so much more than any bank
These benefactors we should thank,
For their donations help us out
And that’s what giving’s all about.
Of course, they get some tax deducted
When their building wing’s constructed.
Plus, they get their just acclaim
When on the walls, we view their name.
Endowments, though, will hardly drain
The cash their bank accounts contain.
It must be nice to scratch that itch
And give, but still be filthy rich!
Categories:
largess, money,
Form:
Rhyme