Best Leasing Poems
The Tempest
Upon enchanted sands of shipbreached shores
Dethroned beggar of a borrowed callow mystery
Heaves a lightning staff into the waves -
Thunderous and raw clandestine secrecy
On luminous swirling ariels sheering the celestial –
Into the curfew of castaway souls as a hoary appeal
Where storm surges loot delirium in foreboding typhoons
As rioting angels brood in their search
For the orphaned heart in tattered rags of upheaval.
Hear the muted tempest of dark depths roar
As wintered tantrums rock the shores
Leasing waves with unseen spells and charms,
Harnessing the tidal astrals in purifying
Tsunamis of holy risk –
Storm watch night, for souls in cataclysmic squalls,
Reshape the shallow shoals infected by deceit
Refresh the tidal pools emptied by betrayal
Now calm the ruffled gales -the shattered glassy sea,
Return from shipwrecked isle to fury abandoned shores.
11/3/2020
Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 6
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Inspired by Shakespeare’s The Tempest
Categories:
leasing, life, ocean, peace, storm,
Form:
Free verse
Everyday I am Rah-leasing More
I must make room for what's in store
I became who I became so I could survive
I honestly didn't think I would be alive
Now that I am, I can do something different
Wealth, Health, and good relationships seemed so distant
Health- I will work on daily
Wealth- Not explaining any further, I am a servant, but F-U Pay Me
Good Relationships- I know now I will not beg or ask to be accepted. I will gravitate towards where I am respected, not neglected.
I will be where I am celebrated and protected
I will receive much more than I expected and accepted
I know, because I am Rah-leasing - Like releasing - but engaging the chakra
I deserve clarity. The human mind- so messy
I am now rah-leasing anything that's constantly stressing
I am alive again in other dimensions
I dreamed everyday for a week
I will inherit the earth, because I learned to rah-lease, watch how I speak & stay meek
I Rahlease 999
Categories:
leasing, 12th grade, abuse, america,
Form:
Rhyme
A touch of grace upon the face of the earth is what she is, this
Bacchus of sweet ecstasy that resides within us strong and true
Cheek of the Gods, amulet of power she pulses through us with
Dulcet lights ingratiating the mind and heart like a warrior of old
Echoes of past lives transgress silently as the pure essence of her
Flashes before our eyes, suggesting that we strive to live a stoic life
Garlands of gold precious as honey, ribbon through like the sun
Heartbeats pulse with motion and it feels like a thousand butterflies
Immaterial part of our living experience she is often mistreated
Jam packed with survival moments rough as diamonds un-tumbled
Karmic turns of the sacred wheel she turns us around each time
Love and love alone exists here, a litigating lioness, she owns a
Mothering instinct and a fathers protective incline, because
No other part of our bodies can do what she does, she brings
Oneness to that inner world, she thrives on meditative states
Pleasing the senses more thoroughly than any earthly pleasure can
Queen of the night, she contains more light within than a Sirius star
Review her as you would review the latest good film you saw,
Soulistic Beauty Of The Soul, ...that is what I'm talking about
Trust in the nature of all things that are good, no never quit for
Universal truths she will bring to you, if you search and find
Veer towards her light and bathe in her perfume dear one
Whilst God and the Angels rule the heavens, she rules you
Xebec sails flapping in the wind, remember to glide don't run
You only get once chance to get it right my friend, so live life
Zealously, in the face of adversity, ... use your soul power.
Categories:
leasing, appreciation, spiritual,
Form:
Abecedarian
Mourn me not when I am dead,
Gone to a place remote from this land;
When thou canst no more say:
‘I love thee in just this way;’
Nor tell me jokes, nor kiss my hand.
Reminisce of me nevermore when in bed,
Just know that I & life were never friends;
Recall that life was just my living –that’s all.
So, the moon shone and declared my passing;
My body lifeless, for the moon saw me grassing
My days with prayer, but that was just a holy call
And no one should weep when my life ends.
Like the period of autumn in every leasing year,
Bid me farewell when transitory be my lifespan, and –
Dost thou not mourn me, dost thou not mock me
Nor sing praises for me like a silent sea;
If such there be hope that I’ve not gone to a foreign land
When my blest soul enters the pearly gates, beware,
I shall sleep not mournful but better in my grave!
Knowing that my family and friends osculate me goodbye,
That with songs sincere they’ve only compared me with me,
That they rejoice with me as I travel to paradise, and be
Glad that Heaven will revive and revitalize me, so that I
As I die be the best that I could ever be with Heaven my cave.
Categories:
leasing, death,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
As i'm up on the cliffs,
i get a sight of the town.
A calm day,
not even a sound
I sit there & ponder the profound
Because my mind resounds
Like bloodhounds who
Discover murderous true-found's
Who put 2 rounds
Into blue clowns
Who were too down & always frowned
Because the weight of their success
Weighed half the amount of a pound
&, their progress climbed a hopeless mound
Off the focused ground
Of the All-Seeing Eye...
Of tall beings who fly
& came from the sky
I soon discovered why
This knowledge hasn't passed me by
For, i am taught that in life you must always try
Who gives a damn if you are soon to die?
The ones you think care,
Are the one's who will truly lie
In order to solidify
Their place in this cold-hearted
World of the spy & the fried
Who live petrified by the evil inside
Us all that will create the fall
Of ourselves & all the power melds
Into the Industrial Revolution of our
Illustrious Evolution
Seeking disastrous resolutions
& claiming that regressed illusions are the Essence
Of the Almighty's presence
Yet, humanity keeps getting picked off
Like bullets towards a pheasant
Our wings are gone &
Now, one cannot take to the skies
For our collective ignorance extends too long
& the masses believe these repressive lies
Strung together with unbinding ties
& hopeless vies for assistance
to the very ones oppressing us
Seems like a mindless policing
Of the people instead of
Joining the resistance
& defeating the blind mess
Of the ones leasing the steeple
To the creeps full of it
As they pardon us all
Yet, go behind our backs to get lit
Making them unholy hypocrites
Categories:
leasing, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
High spirits in a dance with a flying mood
All burdens at the moment are in memory’s black book
Pleasing and pure the world seems
Perfect and powerful a person feels
Yoyo’s bounce of the heart reflected through the body’s oscillations
Categories:
leasing, emotions, happiness, happy,
Form:
Acrostic
Singing and laughter with a smile,
Prancing on toes acknowledging others;
Round in early morn
Ebullient spirits.
A day wherein to wake,
Doth quench
In dulcet sun's warmth,
Nature's ravenous
Grace to others.
Happiness is just to make one feel happy.
As peace and dreams wanting,
Pleasing uplifting joy.
Participating around one another
Inspiring love a finer praise.
Nurturing strengthen self-worth inner self.
Empowering joy by saying
Something positive, like I like.
Spreading happiness is just a simple; THANK YOU :)
3/19/2023
Spreading Happiness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Categories:
leasing, happiness, heart,
Form:
Acrostic
Living in a jobless country, thousands emigrating every month,
Long gone are the times of the Celtic tiger and the Irish punt.
The economy has collapsed into a heap on the floor,
A depressing recession is hard to ignore.
Politicians are greedy and getting more desperate,
Now this country is turning into a cesspit.
Honestly dishonesty is at an all-time high,
Profiteering politicians telling lie after lie.
They expect us to believe them, but it’s clearly all lies,
It’s so obvious you can see it without opening your eyes.
Rent and homelessness increasing, too expensive to be leasing,
Health and education decreasing while politicians keep fleecing.
And that phony Simon Coveney is nothing but a clown,
Do you really think he cares about the people in your town?
Democracies don’t become corrupt overnight, this takes time,
Slowly but surely it starts to decline.
Categories:
leasing, anger, ireland, political, trust,
Form:
Rhyme
In today’s news, we bring you details,
Of the Goldenberg scam, that hit this nation,
We bring you details, of the participants,
And the court proceedings, and keep following,
Keep following, until we have news of another one.
In today’s news, we bring you updates,
Of the pyramid scheme, that robbed our citizens,
A commission has been set up,
They are well paid competent independent experts,
Keep following the updates, until we have a new one.
In today’s news, we bring you details,
Of the Anglo-leasing scam, that took us like a storm,
What it is and what happened,
You will know where the money went,
Keep following the trend, until we have another scam.
In today’s news, we bring you details,
Of the trending maize scandal, that left our people starving,
The government is on top of this case,
And we believe the mystery will be solved,
Keep following the trend, until the one cooking is out.
In today’s news, we bring you details,
Of the mysterious sale of the government embassy,
We have competent lawyers on this one,
And we are sure the taxpayer’s money will be saved,
Keep following the news, anyway, you will soon forget.
In today’s news, we bring you details,
Of the county saga, that robbed the taxpayer’s funds,
We will know, who ate which money,
The president himself is on this one,
Keep yourself updated, until we find another of same weight.
In today’s news, we bring you updates,
Of the embezzled youth funds,
The anti-corruption commission is on it,
We will reveal the names today,
Just keep following, another serious one is on the way,
In today’s news, we bring you details,
Of the allegedly misused government loan,
That’s likely to increase our future burdens,
That’s likely to enslave us to end of our generations,
Just keep following, evidence is on the way, soon, another one will be in,
In our nation, it’s our daily news.
Categories:
leasing, corruption, political,
Form:
ABC
When men of fame do meet discord,
They find a way to prove their point.
Then it is, they think of the art,
And call to play artists of doom.
The artists too, who know their art,
Would play the strings from their guitars,
Releasing pleasant sounds of doom
That leave men gasping for breaths of air.
Babies wail, toddlers weep;
Their mothers too have felt the sounds
Taking rise from the guitars of war,
And lay by them with gaping eyes.
Young boys leave, all on their heels,
And flee without their closest ones,
Fear oozing out of every pore
That yet has not been blocked by blood.
Sounds of horror fill the misty air:
Bombshells cracking open, ‘leasing doom,
Creaking sounds from shattered houses
Under attack by massive arson,
Rhythmic thuds of bodies to the ground
From mortal tones that vade the air,
The agonised screams of innocence,
Dwarfed only by the dreadful cannonade.
Screams of little girls, barely grown,
Receiving men they’ve never known,
Left alone in shattered raiment
To brood and lick their bleeding wounds.
Tender ones, better off dead,
Trudge along, barely standing,
With sunken cheeks and pointed ribs
Peeping from transparent chests.
They’d give their leaf-thick fleshy parts
Just to lay their hands on flour,
Before the next artistic blast takes them unawares.
What a sharp contrast they are
To all their mates that live with fame.
The day is dead, the show is off,
The artists then return to base
To meet females with smiling kids
That know not what their fathers do.
All is well, their lives are good,
As pay bags do weigh higher.
Victory is here, but for whom?
The hundreds that hushed the thousand?
Fellow men, what have you done?
Composed your master piece i guess!
Categories:
leasing, africa, metaphor, political, satire,
Form:
ABC
memories are like mistletoe
kiss them well and let them weep
after all it's the subtle things
we fail to keep
living like the poison seeps
lay awake just to fall asleep
laughing like you meant it
despair marks martyrs,
no contest
painting my soul on the chapels
of sixteen shadows
it's the beauty we come to confess
drifting away
on the late side of michigan
holding on to a widow
like you're forever missing her
i feel your shadow
i know your leaving
it's getting closer
i know we're not suppose to
memories don't respond to infatuation
and melody's don't mock the sad
tickles, trickle down like shame
smiling like you're right where you belong
a moment here and a moment there
we were just a moment outside of home
thinking back like
time always leaves you alone
hiding in the shadows
moving like there was no atmosphere
vividly free falling
no here-after calling
you touch rivers
like the rush given
failed to deliver
cursing labor
like the child
failed it's savior
we were just moving along
i hear thats all you can do
holding on to the pain
trying to make it last
as long as you need it to
i know your leaving
i feel your shadow
it's getting closer
i know we're not suppose to
Categories:
leasing, conflict, how i feel,
Form:
Spring is here!
Planting time is too.
Replenish and revive
Embracing life anew,
And relish being alive.
Dive in with delight; plant seeds of your own.
In this way, joy can be sown.
Nourish those seeds with your special style.
Grow flowered gladness with your sunny smile.
Hate can have no place in your garden space.
A haven of sweetness you must grow.
Pleasing peonies, precious primrose and
Perky pansies
In your garden you will show
Nodding in a warming April breeze.
Everybody then who
Sees the product of your glad pursuit
Shall also feel the need to follow suit!
March 27, 2023
For the Spreading Happiness Poetry Contest of Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Categories:
leasing, happiness, metaphor,
Form:
Acrostic
R-est and relax at the seashore,
O-verwork causes harm than good;
M-ay fifth finds a perfect place,
M-aking you feel the merry mood.
E-very deep breath you take makes tension become less;
L-et loose to drive away anxiety, worry and stress.
P-leasing sound of waves
A-llows the mind to feel at ease;
N-egative thoughts you leave,
G-loomy glare you release.
A-lleviate the physical force,
N-o more pressure found;
I-nspired spirit shall soothe you,
B-e brave standing your ground.
A-s you view the open ocean, you can never ask for more;
N-ice and beyond compare, to rest and relax at the seashore.
Categories:
leasing, birthday,
Form:
Acrostic
Flamboyant, fabulous fall waits in the wings
As sultry summer gradually winds down,
Losing strength to chilly changes September brings,
Leaving lovers of long hot days wearing a frown.
Delights await those who favor fall.
Exciting festivals and special days
Enliven our spirits. Outdoor scenes enthrall,
Pleasing the eye with vast, colorful arrays,
Inspiring, serving as poet’s and painter’s muse.
Nature lends progressively less daylight.
Trick-or-treaters have cute costumes to choose,
Ornate orange bags or buckets—adorable sight--
And sweets to eat on Halloween night.
Umber earth is rendered white by frost, then snow.
Thanksgiving feasts and football are November fare.
Ultimate fall plans center around coming yuletide glow.
Merry Christmas! Gather; gifts and blessings, share.
Now winter waits with a new year in tow.
September 26, 2020
Contest: Pick-a-Title, Seasonal Acrostic, Choice: Fall Deep into Autumn
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
January 11, 2021
entered the Podium Placing Promise (6) Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
leasing, autumn, christmas, halloween, thanksgiving
Form:
Acrostic
G-rand someone whose old but yet young, leading the youth with wisdom;
R-ossting royal comings to be completely bald, yet teaching the truth never fail;
A-ppraisals and appearances up keep while rallying children get off the streets;
N-ews today and days to sweep, remembering history and history feats;
D-oing most things for others not selfish relentless gathering family reunions;
P-leasing all well almost all else, elder Mother, elder Father, grand...
Almost dying, yet still revealing one's self;
R-epeat turn the other chin cheek, little children, young adult in Ahh! in
shock can't speak!!
E-nter in the rustic dried out golden
N-ever say no to friend or for, always respect your elders;
T-odays the day for being golden and born
Simple said, simply heard senior minded stop the habit of disrespecting the aged;
Close your mouth open your eyes hands and heart if you wanna live long life like them you should
these are the words for the Grandparent HOOD
07/31/14
Categories:
leasing, allusion, community, dedication, destiny,
Form:
ABC