Best Mainstay Poems
I found him at the entrance of my youth and still,
as the friendship bloomed freely that summer day
beneath a sincere sky of blue we both chose at will
and propelled our hearts forward, with mainstay
He was darkly handsome with eyes of coffee brown
and his smile was attached to a pair of lips so fine
when he first spoke the flowers grew a pretty gown
and sang to us a song of love, as fine as April wine
And when the children asked , how did you meet?
we told them how the sun and moon began to glow
and how I recognized his soul so many years ago
through friendship ties that rose in sweet replete
He will always be my best friend, until the day I die
I know he loves me, and I never have to ask him why.
Dec. 11, 2019
There is a moment that stalks my solitude
the one where my soul breaks from your absence,
it lurks with the confidence of apocalyptic attitude,
from my fortitude a firecry of absolute need attacks resistance
revealing your fingerprints upon my heart, patterns in somatic multitude
making lust an onslaught of obsession, soul ignition, kiss cognition, partner permanence,
there will be no heart barter, no angle of defense, just you and me in beautiful exactitude,
I discover you everyday, the omnipresence of your love's mainstay
warm on the ******** of my morning, leading me into creation,
I find your poetry in freedom's pain, where love and life play
and when pity drums a cold doubt I see your brave grin,
as the battles end with quiet fatigue you stay
strong and sweet, a promise pure within,
when night softens the body I lay
you take me to bliss again -
J.A.B.
Variations on the Malay Pantun : The Old Man and the Short Story - VII-IX Continued
for Georges VOISSET, the "Master Keeper-Nurturer" of the Malay Pantun
Check out: www.stateless.mysite.com/Pantouns-20-Aout-2017.pdf
(The pantun line varies between 8 and 12 syllables and is most commonly found in the anonymous quatrain form. Cf " Poietics of the Pantun ", pp. 49-67 in T. Wignesan. Sporadic Striving amid Echoed Voices, Mirrored Images and Stereotypic Posturing in Malaysian-Singaporean Literatures. Allahabad : Cyberwit, 2008, xix-244p.)
VII
The One-Act Play's the favourite Old Men's roman fleuve
Experience shows Old Men how to keep the Wench in hell
They know how to stoke the Imagination with love
They need no how-to softwares to write a novel
VIII
The One-Act Play they say is still Old Men's mainstay
Though on Freytag's Triangle they slip down climax
The Wench cannot make Old Men still come up their way
Not so the Youngster his horns gore Wench's false syntax
IX
The Wench always seeks to milk Old Men in side-burns
Old Men know One-Act Plays don't box-office burgeon
Nor drips invested in banks ensure big returns
Not so the Youngster who banks his bit in oven
© T. Wignesan - Paris, November 11, 2018
Natures fields, plains, moors, deserts, wonders rife!
Habitats alive,
where life can survive!
Why? Civilised beings murdered all life!
For personal greed!
Used slaves to set seed!
Natures plan, the survival of the fittest.
Mans plan, to remove all not of interest.
What's changed? Nothing, I fear!
We poison oceans, deplete atmosphere!
Science always knew,
Governments poohed poo!
Now, as we've learned nought, for our lives' we fear!
We're told it's too late.
Then what is the fate
that our children's children just might have to face?
Stop pollution now, and, it might slow the pace.
What's changed? Nothing, I fear!
Back in the nineties re. health and safety,
plastics were discussed.
Virility, hushed.
A seminar did close most hastily.
I was asked to stay.
Asked how I knew, hey!
Documentary, Tomorrows World, I think?
Chemicals from plastic leeching into drink.
What's changed? Nothing, I fear!
We will stick with plastics, it's on the news.
Microplastic kills
fish, clogging their gills!
If you feel like I do, pass on your views.
On telly daily!
No longer maybe!
Plastics polluting the oceans poisons fish!.
The mainstay of many, it's their staple dish.
Pollution is killing, and, we're all remiss
What's changed? Nothing, I fear!
Clocks ticking, can't you hear?
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5/9/18
QARINAGE - Any Topic' Poetry Contest sponsored by Gregory R Barden
I
Your writing takes me higher, to a brighter day
Response: Your words, too, doth reader repay
II
Sad and poignant, yet depression held at bay
In good and bad times, you display a mainstay
NOTE: the longer version was lost in space .... Cyberspace. Maybe it is ENOUGH SAID, by the Universe. ThanX for reading PS. Bless u, shalom shalom
Will you believe if only humans exist?
I'm sure everyone has wondered.
Our solar system is in a difficult stage.
It has several different types of stars.
Planets, the same as our planetary systems,
There is no life in any of those worlds.
Likewise, it may be over humble.
Either it's too hot or too cold.
The Earth is just right, green, and calm.
We must maintain and replenish the Earth.
Are there other worlds the same as Earth?
Do life forms such as us live them?
What project for dealing with them?
In the Goldilocks world, that life is likely.
Our own Goldilocks planet is just right.
No wonder it's been a game of lowlifes.
We're living on the moon on one foot.
We're off to space in an Earthly pose.
We should never play with a telescope.
Waiting at the ending of a taut rope.
Our preferred zone is the "Goldilocks zone."
Alpha Centauri is ideal for Earth-like stars.
Alpha Centauri has one planet Earth-sized.
Red dwarf stars harm life around there.
A fresh Proxima B is four light-years away.
75 thousand years to arrive on the Voyager.
Proxima Centauri would take 215 million years.
Please don't follow in our footsteps, next generation.
Have you finally resolved the issue?
It must exist, and you'll find it.
Faith and hope bind us together.
The mainstay of our efforts has shifted to space.
Until we reach the red planet Mars,
How long can you last with no food or clean air?
Water first, then stay there.
Whatever funds we throw, it's never enough.
All would be lost if this Earth dried up.
We must feel the urge to analyze Goldilocks.
written: April 10, 2021
Goldilocks Zone Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Posit the guile entity
The lost, enters without warning
Mostly death, but severed hearts
Also are placed within its hands
A signifier of painful art
Worshipped by the insane
But longed for by the lonely
And lost, who enter knowingly
This being bends, and breaks
The bones of the weary
And lowers the esteem
Of all those that are still lost
And which have given up hope
Those that bring in the pain as if
This is their world now
He kills the lost
Like it is nothing but sacrifices
To him and his flawless bones
He likes to play with the souls
As if they are a toy
To squeeze and to pierce
Blood escapes their pulsating hearts
The lonely believe they are supposed
To be there, and experience this pain
That the world must crumble
Just like what he does with his hands
Once within his sights
There is no escape
Pain is a mainstay, until death
Comes and take you away…
Russell Sivey
As Hedgehog-type cactus in bloom,
With claret-cup desert perfume;
Red-orange petals
On top of nettles-
I guard with my sharp, thorny, broom.
I'm hardy, resistant to clime
In weather where sunshine is prime.
Yet, still thrive in cold
When nightfalls unfold;
A mainstay for mundane, sublime.
My flower is tender and smooth
As velvety surfaces soothe.
My buds, I protect
With me, they connect-
And nurturing them, they improve.
Yet, thorns are my standby defense;
Protecting my blossoms- intense.
My keen spears await
To keep safe our fate-
And predators- anxious and tense!
July 9, 2020
Premiere Contest: The Flower, The Thorn, Or Both
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Theme: "You are the flower, the thorn, or both."
Scriptures rich with esoteric wisdom deep
Each has it’s validity
Yet without direct knowing, words are cheap
For where’s the certainty
That there’s the Trinity
Allowing that sages have gone to the roots
We walk not in their shoes
Each path unique, all doing what heart suits
Until grazed by bliss hues
Ignition that renews
Once head melds with heart, baptised in the stream
Our lower mind falls away
Entwined with oneness we know life’s a dream
Desires no longer hold sway
Love divine, our mainstay
God’s omnipresent, so must be here within
Thus, let’s choose cessation
We embrace the current as bliss burns our skin
Freeing us from delusion
Earth life then celebration
29-January-2022
“That ego residue of past be shorn ~
We are time and again, on earth reborn”
~ quote by poet
Linear time sounds love's chime,
that soul may heavenward climb
but most of us heed it not,
trapped in a narrow thought slot.
God enables if we're still
but if we defy His will,
we're tossed about like a leaf
by fate, shrouding us in grief.
Life, as it plays, is ordained
to test if our soul's yet stained
by ego spawned dark desires,
that deluded heart aspires.
Both joy and pain come our way
but if love is our mainstay,
fate has no hold over us
and fears no longer nonplus.
Life's a school, we're here to learn,
to grow in love, as we burn.
Redeeming sins of our past,
as we chose, the die is cast.
Making lamp of love soul's sconce,
what matters is our response,
moment to moment in life,
free from strife, always joy rife.
Oh hermit, this life's a dream,
where love not fate, reigns supreme
and once we truly know this,
soul becomes the flame of bliss.
10-March-2023
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Writing Challenge - 'K' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
HMS, Rhymezone, PS Gramnar
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oLCHXfkGOIw
One day we'll all go to the other side of the world
where the moon is launched near the stars unfurled
We will assemble in the hubble of the milky way
and find no trace of earthly bodies in this mainstay;
We will hover inside the palindrome of heaven's loft
restructure like dancing orbs of light, bouncing off
the walls of the sky, born to never be born or die;
One day we will escape this crusty earth of touch
and leave for a place where we don't need a thing
No surgical headlights to see the cavity of man
no scalpel to fix a little girl named, Marianne
We will find our loved ones smiling on the other side
they will be the hinges on the door that leads inside
Exhilarated and free we will shine softly in the night.
as if we were the only light aglow, far and out of site .
(While Pondering The Pavement)
Pondering, we walk on pavements of summer days
Opening ourselves to the sun and its guiding rays
Neanderthals at heart we take the same path each day
Driven by our past we troddle on with sobering mainstay.
Every step propels us forward, ... take time to pray
Regardless of the outcome "belief will show the way"
Immigrant of earth keep walking even on a rainy day
No matter how old you are always remember to play !
Grass is never greener on the other side, so they say.
THE
Pavement can be slick or smooth depending on your view
Abandon not your dreams, don't ask others what to do
Victory is hard work but don't take more than you can chew
Eliminate doubt and fear be brave but know your cue
Meander slowly round the curves, whistle when your blue
East West South North, where you go is really up to you !
Nod to the crowd but share your thoughts only with a few
Take a path that will lead you to the roses filled with dew.
Mexican petunia
Magical nectar drips
Monarch butterflies drink
Maintaining their body
Majestically fills
Magnifico for you
Mainstay for fall beauty
when the pendulum swings
does not our attention sway
or are we vibrant within the storm
with love and light our mainstay
to be poised in tranquil calm
is this orientation too not grace
left to our feeble resources
we are a victim of our disgrace
silence then is our soul’s refuge
found within the cave of our heart
bending low in childlike prayer
‘tis here our meditation should start
Study what God has made known;
ponder His Word, our mainstay.
Ready in your exchange zone
pass the baton, be alert and pray.
Plan for success in life’s race;
contend, despite handicaps
Relay God’s love and God’s grace,
leave no room for generation gaps.
April 1, 2022
Sponsor Chantelle Anne Cooke
Contest Name LIND30 Rhyme
inspired by Rick Fleenor, professor at
University of the Cumberlands in
Williamsburg, KY