Best Makes Poems
Long ago, purple was only for the rich.
No one else could wear it, not a purple stitch.
It was just for kings and rulers of the world.
They had all the gold, the rubies, and the pearls.
But all around this gorgeous globe, purple could be found.
On flowers, clouds, and insects--why, purple does abound!
It seems to me a gift from someone way up high,
Saying we're ALL special. ~ That's why purple makes me cry.
January 19, 2019
Purple Premier Poetry Contest
Kevin Shaw, sponsor
2nd Place
How high the bar that makes a poet Real!
(He walks in mists, and shadows of himself)
To be a poet, is to burn with steel
Set short time in the forge, the lesser self!
He brands his heart with fiery words, set down
And burns his mind with thinking, ‘til it glows,
He hopes, of sonnets, his will be the Crown,
And hopes that all the brilliance of light, shows!
But, oftener, he writes a humble piece,
A few words cramped into a simple form,
But somehow, in his feelings, a release!
Yes, humble-bumble often is the norm.
And that high bar, he reaches seldom, and
Leaves barefoot footprints in the fruity sand.
2/20/2019
He makes me see in color
when I’m enshrouded in my grey.
His hues of happiness twirl and dance
and my life takes on a different stance.
~~~Beauty birthed in blessings believed~~~
He gifts to me...
reassurance in reality’s revelations!
His color blind eyes
make my truth blind ones see...
My words are wonderfully wise
Passionately poignant
Honestly heartwarming
Sensually scintillating
Oh la la lacious…simply delicious
vibrantly colored in vivacious!!!
These are the word colors
he mixes on my page’s palette
with his own signature artistry.
He embellishes the plain canvas of my mind
a kaleidoscope revelry….I see
This color blind poet,
this mentoring friend
is a man who carries a name
which says it all...
Lamoureux: the one who loves
He's a lover of colors he cannot see
because he’s gifted them...
He’s gifted them all
to me
Eileen Manassian Ghali
For Richard Lamoureux's Contest
Who Do You Think I am
September 26, 2015
You paint your pictures, on the canvas of my mind.
Ebbing and flowing, as your thoughts become released.
Texture and color, are displayed with every line.....
From another poem
If I could see in color.....
Richard Lamoureux
What a difference a day makes
It's always special
Spending time with you
You makes it that way
Together playing
Or when we snuggle
What a difference a day makes
Spending time with you
You do make a differences
Not just in a day
Spending time with you
When you awaken
Me different hours
I just return to sleep
Till six o'clock
Feeding you breakfast
filling your bowl with
dry food
Covering you warm
Then I grind my coffee
beans
For a fresh cup of coffee
Expresso coffee
To waken me
Then have my breakfast
To begin my day
The Full Moon Makes Faces Tonight
Gazing out my picture window on this darkest of night,
The full moon shone sky-high with the brightest of light.
I spied its eldritch contours and its dark areas whole,
As this lucent orb made faces at me from pole to pole.
Methinks these faces were for this special moment now,
A teasing fantasy-illusion for me to wonder why and how?
This full moon had two eyes stone-set from East to West,
Giving me a very comical-look whilst winking all the best!
This lunar illusion silently sang a sly aria full of devilry,
As it mesmerized my senses replete with all due revelry.
As I studied this comedic-faced orb far from our Earth,
I felt its true spiritual intent was one for a cosmic rebirth.
The full moon made its curious faces on this darkest night,
Whilst I smiled big as I basked and bathed in its lunar light!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(June 14, 2017) (Couplet)
What is it that makes women beautiful
Is it her eyes, her personality, her smile
Her alluring soft and mellow voice
That whispers let's talk for a while
Intelligence is definitely a very big factor
Coz when the loving's all done
Need to discuss the happenings of the day
And the recent soap opera fun
Love is much more than a roll in the hay
To last, it needs friendship as well
So hard to love someone if liking's not part
It's really quite easy to tell
So what is it that makes women so beautiful
Those things and a whole lot more
That overwhelming and totally feminine thing
The beauty that all men adore
I love those days, certain special days
when I can tie up my troubles
and send them away
to set them adrift, a balloon in the sky
getting smaller and smaller
no wondering why
I love those days, certain special days
when I feel in control,
when darkness abates
when direction is certain
and doubt is a fool
happy and positive thoughts to rule
There are many balloons,
I see in the sky
many troubles adrift, all set free by
those who are worried and in pain
I wonder, perhaps
if that’s what makes it rain
I cannot presume
To tell anyone
What a warrior is.
Nor do I claim
To embody any
Of his qualities.
All I offer here
Is a collection
Of impressions
Or meditations.
A warrior is
A state of being;
Armaments
Are mere props.
The only weapon
He might possess
Is implacable resolve
In the face of
Extreme adversity.
A warrior's language
Or internal dialogue
Has no allowance
For the phrase,
"I can't."
All the same,
He discriminates
Between causes
That are just and
Those that are not.
He determines the
Character, as well as
The time and place
Of his battles,
Investing himself utterly.
And he remains
Ever prepared
For those who would
Bring their battles
To him.
Yet a warrior meets life
On its own terms
With no delusions
Of bending it
To his own will.
Self-pity is a
Useless indulgence,
Yet he has compassion
For the weak; he never
Places himself above
Others, for how can he?
All this being said,
And human nature
Being what it is,
His greatest enemy
May yet be none other
Than himself.
Really?
Sure
Why?
Because you smile?
Only a smile?
No, no because you dance
So I dance and this is love?
Yes Yes!!!! Now you see!!!!
I don’t see at all, I dance so what?
Ah but you dance with a smile
You dance with such style
You dance for your lover, you dance for the dead
You dance with the passion of mercy, for those who bled
Well I do dance indeed there be no denying
Ah but your smile, is the infection that spreads
The Ebola of love that brings life to the dead
Do not ask me how I do know
I see it in your eyes and the smile from the skies
Makes me cry, before I die, I gotta say tiss true
What a difference your love makes
Notes: Inspired by this song Basement Jaxx - What A Difference Your Love Makes
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9z8tpaxaipU
you need not be famous or rich
you do not need special powers
to show off to others
but you are special
you are unique
you are your own person
what you say matters
you are willing to ask others for help
while searching desperately for your worth
you are willing to bare your soul
lay it out for all to see
asking for help says you desire acceptance
your inner self shines
stand tall, be powerful
you are strong and talented
sharing poetry from the heart
you are amazing
What is it about you that makes me
Want to jump out of my skin and fly
Like an eagle in the wind, wings
Outstretched wide as if I
Could do anything because you’ve
Touched me deep inside?
What magic potion do you possess
Causing such commotion so
Deep within my veins
That all of my emotions
Seek equilibrium from the notion
You’re a dancing angel in the rain?
For long have I been standing
In this shadow dark and wide
Waiting for the light of day and you
To catch my eyes. In this golden moment
Before the sun is gone again, I’m higher than
Eagles soaring beyond the blue, all
Because of you my dearest friend.
Commitments are hard
Time is swift and life is short
Misfortunes happen
Faith in God makes a difference
Times will pass much easier
By Eve Roper 11/14/2014
I down poison and sleep for days
trying to take the heart ache away
I swallow rasorblades to take the headaches away
but nothing matters its always the same
what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger
liar liar pants on fire!!!!
Overdosed and dieing
survived it and now paying with liver damage and internal bleeding
The car crash of the drunk driver
how relaxing
nail biting aftermath
and another reason to go out and party
for the celebration
of the alcoholic
who just took the life of his best friend
I'm the victom
I'm the victom
I'm the victom he says
but low and behold the survivors in the other vehicle
stronger than ever
all crippled and in wheel chairs
know that
they should really thank the drunk driver and condemn
all the hippocrits who know nothing of survival
so here i am
wishing to be more strong
why bother to exercise
they surely have it all wrong
why pay attention to science any way
all those cliches can tell you about apples and sunshine
but we know what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
so i think I'll cut off my leg
go play in traffic
or fight the wars by doing too much drugs
the place inside the fire can tell you
what doesn't kill you will only make you strong
A second lease on life
a new found reason to get up and go
and find god and praise life
and all the things i should have done
and all the newfound glorious reasons to cry
why oh why oh why oh why
thank you lord thank you Jesus
thank you wars thank you liars thank you lies
thank you doctors thank you poets
thank you psychologists
thank you preachers for truly understanding an age old cliche
I'll peel off this apple to keep the doctor away throw out the core
and know
if it doesn't kill me
I'm probably just weak
and after all the rehabilitation and speach therapy i still don't feel like me
I met the most amazing woman today
So pretty, such a looker all the way
Everything about her had me reacting
In the most sensual ways
So interesting to talk with
I hope she wants to stay
Her personality just carries my spirit out to play
The longer she stays the more I sway
Wanting her in my life more than in just a sexual way
She peeks my interest with all that she has to convey
Such a sexy lady all dressed in casual denim blue
With the ability to shake my world up
Making it feel shiny and new
So cute with her blond hair and bluish green eyes
With a body that makes my adrenalin fly
Her dad tells me that she is not about the lies
Street smart but still vulnerable enough to cry
Not the kind of woman who talks out of order or asks why
To find a lady who doesn't feel like she has to try
Or one that fits in that isn't terribly shy
Who understands what life requires to get by
As hard as I don't try
I find myself staring deep into her eyes
Wow this woman makes my heart just want to fly
I feel her inner weakness starting to comply
Our worlds inner locked like rockets launched on high
From the moment we said hi
I felt something special about her I could not just let lye
Trying not to overplay my day
Enjoying her natural foreplay dancing in such a display
Drifting away wanting to replay the whole day
She captured my heart from the very start
So beautiful funny and smart
If she was my sweetheart
No one would ever be able to pry our worlds apart
Like a shooting dart with a love potion
She calms my ocean
Putting my lonely soul into full motion
Throwing my towel in so we can begin
To know how it feels when we win
Letting her know just how I feel
Everything about her was the right feel
Not trying to reinvent the wheel
Doing it openly of her own free will
Love her smoking hot body
That just makes me want to squeal
I believe a ride with her to the top of the hill
Would make any man's spirit want to seal a love deal
I can feel her love in my heart
That came to life right from the very start
I can see us never being far apart
Now that I have found the woman who lives in my heart
The Only Way Life Makes Sense
Life only makes sense if we can relate it to values which last
Think of people who have meant something to you from the past
Parents, siblings, friends, teachers
Jesus,marriage partners and preachers
All their influence on us is vast
Remove one person, we would be different
Maybe less fortunate if asked
Seeking fame and fortune as goals you most cherish
Many wealthy and famous sought this
Then through suicide or overdose perish
God's love for us through Jesus is what makes life make sense
Being kind and loving to others even at our own expense
Life makes sense if someone might think of us one day
Grateful in their life we passed their way
Sharing relationships, love, blessings leave lasting impressions
To both the giver and receiver more valuable than any possessions