Best Lowly Poems
The lowly turnip
Earthy, fleshy
Roots falling from its eyes
Fed to livestock
One of God’s root crops
Yet deemed untasty
By most palates
Carrots and potatoes
Receive accolades
Carrots in orange party dress
So crunchy and sweet
Fit in the school child’s lunch box
Potatoes in russet brown
Mashed, fried and frittered
Prized alongside McDonalds and Kentucky Fried
Do not despair, my friend,
Not all root crops
Are valued similarly
Said the rutabaga disparagingly
Categories:
lowly, judgement, silly,
Form:
Limerick
Take your place among the lowly,
Walk the path that Jesus walked,
There has never been one like Him,
With authority He taught.
With compassion, cast out demons,
Heaven's truths revealed to all,
Many wonders worked He daily,
Won the hearts of great and small.
But, when He stood facing Pilate,
Few there were who followed then,
Still, with Him, there was forgiveness,
For the souls of faithful men.
Because what they didn't know then,
As the lowly path He trod,
Was that He Who hung on Calvary,
Truly was the Son of God.
(copyright 10/30/15)
Categories:
lowly, bible, christian, feelings, spiritual,
Form:
Lyric
The most dangerous critter is the lowly mosquito
They spread nasty germs round the world, mes amigos
Need to squish them flat
With a swat and a splat
Watch for blood and guts all over your chemise-o
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
lowly, science,
Form:
Limerick
Take My Lowly Life
(I hate typing. Wish I could type
with my eyes.)
Take my lowly life then let it be
In our lovely world where humanity
Will recognize each color and hue
In our great flag red, white and blue.
On flag you find fifty brilliant stars
Reflecting wounds and all the scars
Flying on field with shades of green
Truly creating a magnificent scene.
He gave great speech with conviction
At Democratic Presidential Convention
Moving while we waited to hear more
About things for country had in store.
All was so simple and no mind-bender
Equally treated includes transgender
Inequality may have been in the past
Are now free from it all at last, at last.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Glad God gave me the incentive
to write another poem and I do
truly thank Him for it. Best
speech ever given by Obama.
Categories:
lowly, allegory, analogy, appreciation,
Form:
Couplet
Impeccant,
of non-textual matters
one’s covered flesh,
and hidden embrasure’
as diffusate primer
slips life’s veil, and
in agitated pontlevis,
cleaves the universe’ reason…
“Egads! What sorcery is this?”
Holy heart failure, Batman!
“Beavis and Butthead”,
on Soteriology!
or merely, this word wizard’
celebrity; slap my knee,
and pass the shinola please
would you then consider the following:
palliate your lesser selves, or else
where silence seethes, your spirit will
bleed asunderp; and in the depths of space
and time you will forget your moment’ cill
so divaricating your soul, until
that whisper of your assibilate voice
remains in memory’s forever
as that sound of death’s last hissing
And now to secularize
your quarters out per se,
a knotted rope and stallions four
two palms, a cup and nothing
more than, one’s perceived illation
with rigorous and self-righteousness’
precipitancy, my will so locates your
remaining sang-froid serendipitously
and in humaneness casts, this lifeline
out to thee for free for you to grasp,
of each person placed above all things
as nature sings concretism’ simplistic rhythmic
wringing “stream of consciousness”,
a-flowing upon thought’s eternal thaw while
Descartes’ “Substance Dualism” does so
battle, against Plato’ “universalia ante res”
supernal then, is an ideal’s whim, or Ids whine
within one’s thought’s stokehold, as axis bold
or love’s bestow, fires the flesh to render
that pondering patch of thinking’s wrath
awaiting that awakening moment’s bewhisker
in essence, life’s xenium given in kind
as is the universe’s night skies splendor
passing that lending thought, behind a silent chador
visualize the context and intent within
a compelling and perplexing write to win
an idea’s kneel before that “mercy seat”
this particular and incomplete entelechy bleeds
of questions asked and left unanswered continuously
of generations after generations in weeping
conscience wistfully fawning in defeat
and admitting, to a lowly ponderings musings.
Categories:
lowly, giggle, imagery, introspection, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
I bend and bow, Father,
my branch next to Thee.
How happy I am
to be growing on Your tree.
The trials of this world,
they help me to grow,
and teaches life lessons
You want me to know.
Many things that happen,
I don't understand.
But someday I'll know,
Your Grand Master Plan.
Left me up, Lord,
when I am weary and weak.
Strengthen me daily,
and let me close to You keep.
Categories:
lowly, devotion, inspiration, prayer,
Form:
Rhyme
The most dangerous critter is the lowly mosquito
Spreading nasty germs round the world, my amigos
Need to squish them flat
With a swat and a splat
Watch for blood and guts all over your chemise-o
Categories:
lowly, grief,
Form:
Limerick
Rolling away, strolling aside,
Sleepy contradictions drenched in gold.
An image taken, picture saved,
A tiny tribute of memory to hold.
My England. For you are mine,
And not mine. Everyone's Never.
For once would you show me shine?
A prize that I will love forever.
At the fading of the day. Twighlight.
You tend towards a deeper hue,
But I sense and behold this place,
My England, the night of you.
But why do I love you? So dear.
My fickle, boastful friend.
From sun up to sunset. The day.
Then till your night greets its end.
I cannot fathom my patriotic pride,
Yet, you simmer in the half light,
Tearing love from my insides.
To me, all flaws, out of sight.
Smokey skies. Low Fade. Soft shade.
Echoes of pastimes, inherent to history.
Night screen. Moon sheen casts on,
My starry land of mystery.
Categories:
lowly, travelnight, love, night,
Form:
Rhyme
Donkey
Pin back your ears
Settle down for the ride
And you'll find a warm feeling
Somewhere way deep inside..
Here is a story
That has often been told
It's full of excitement
and never gets old
It starts with a journey
You've heard it before..
There's Joseph, Mary and baby
And donkey makes four.
They travelled from far
To Bethlehem's Inn
Where a bed for the night..
..well it wasn't a thing
So the Inn Keeper showed them
A place round the side
With a shed and some straw
And a manger to hide
And here at the stable
As all gather around
The new baby gurgled
a heavenly sound
And the star of the show?
Not the one high above
It's this baby right here
The one swaddled in love
So here is the thing
As our story unfolds..
The star in the sky
Sends a message so bold...
Like a beacon to signal
To nations and races
That this King has been born
To put smiles on our faces
"I'm here for this child
so all people can see
There's a star up in heaven
So much brighter than me."
So to ears that can hear
And to eyes that can see..
A message of joy
Tells of all that can be..
But one creature here
Knowing more than the rest..
Having carried the baby
Having passed every test
Knowingly munches
By the crib filled with hay
That this baby will save us
From bad things one day
He knows that this child..
Is far more than enough.
The reason we celebrate
All this Christmassy stuff
The greatest of gifts
With the lowliest start
For the baby is coming
To reclaim your heart
So pin back your ears
Settle down for the ride
And try not to deny
That warm feeling inside..
@jinjagoliath
December 18th 2021
@jenna.mckell.creates
Image: With the Animals
Categories:
lowly, christian, christmas, jesus,
Form:
Rhyme
Walking down the lowly paths
A man in a fur coat locks eyes with a child
In the head of the child she pictures him dining
Not walking down the lowly paths of her abode
The orphan with glistening eyes bows her head low
The man in the fur coat looks away and continues
He pities her…embarrassed…
Categories:
lowly, childhood, image, poverty, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Treasure of Heaven
There was a wretch who on his deathbed
Thanked the Lord for the gifts He'd been blessed
A makeshift home, just enough money
Living on water, bread and honey.
He knew he didn't have a handsome face
And was lacking both in style and grace
But glancing into a looking glass
He saw a child of God looking back.
His body he clothed in hand-me-downs
He wore them with pride around the town
Strangers would share all that they could spare
Joys come down on the wings of prayer.
He knew the precious gift of true love
A hand to hold was God's hand above
He who had found him shelter and peace
From uproar of life's iniquity.
He had a smile for all folk he met
No fear or unguarded circumspect
To Christ he extended out his reach
In gestures needing no words to speak.
God loved this gentle lamb of a man
Watched over him as a shepherd can
Warmed his heart from a spark to a flame
Saw he'd not hunger or thirst again.
The Lord heard his final, humble praise
To heaven this lowly soul was raised
Eternal life it was God's pleasure
To grant upon this lowly treasure.
2nd April 2021
Categories:
lowly, character, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
better ways to heal
therapeutic poetry~
a dance of feelings
spoken verse trending
curbs obsessive impulses~
when we meditate
breathe in and speak out
demolish your obsessions~
share and overcome
Categories:
lowly, anxiety,
Form:
Senryu
Now life’s too fast
Awake, the day is gone
To-do lists just keep piling up
I can’t think of what went wrong
I wanna go back to better days
When a hundred was my treasure
When summers always seemed too long,
As established through a child’s measure…
When smiles were easy and abundant
When joy came from the simple things
Good naps, good food, and chocolate
Flying high with imaginary wings
Now life’s too fast
The summer’s gone
In this fast-paced life
I’m just a pawn
Limited in movement
Advancing slowly
The plain little chess pawn
Lacking power, is most lowly
Categories:
lowly, life, sad
Form:
The lowly boy with tarnished shoes,
walks the streets alone.
A hunger, that aches, ensues,
whilst drenched, frozen to the bone.
A sad statistic, the truth unfolds
a boy destined to perish,
knows not what his future holds,
it’s a life we all should cherish.
Poverty for those so young,
Is heartbreaking to grasp
The rich don’t care, they’ll take that bung,
As their fortunes they will clasp.
Categories:
lowly, children, poverty,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh, from what demented mind was born
A thing so pointless as a lawn?
Surely some old eccentric lord
In a mansion, born both rich and barmy,
Who could so lavishly afford
A mighty artful minion army
Of sowers of seed and pullers of weed
Of mowers of grass and spreaders of feed
That could do for him each filthy deed
And meet the lawns fortnightly need.
But we, suburban lowly born,
Must perforce do all this on our own
Lest our green and lifeless lawn
Become like a meadow, overgrown.
Oh, from what demented mind was born
A thing so pointless as a lawn?
© Barry Freeman – May 4th 2020
Categories:
lowly, humor, nature,
Form:
Rhyme