Best Merriments Poems
The little drummer boy....
He played this beat for you!?
But you could not hear
Still, he kept rapping upon that drum ~
Even as the salty tears they did flow
Standing all alone?
While the Heavens rains, began to pour....
Yet, still, he played ~
With somber upon his face
As the world about him
Continued to fade away?!
Drumsticks made of flames....
And Angels, that often sang
The tunes of tomorrows, beginnings ~
Amid, todays, shades!?
He played and he played and he played
But no one wished to dance
Because no one could hear or, see
Nor, did they ever understand....
Standing all alone?
They laughed while he stood
Watching, the mountains melting into the sea
The stars, waving their forever goodbyes
To the shadows, upon the rise....
Beating his drum, to these end of days?!
Creation unknowing bathed, amid their moment
Frolicking within the merriments
Beneath this blinking Sun ~
Living, but dying....
Holding tightly these, evaporating dreams!?
But still, he played; rap tap tap
As the end of tears; rain would fall
Yet, again, they could not see nor, did they hear
So, how could they have ever known?!
Though some did; oh, how they loved him so....
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....The little drummer boy ~
Note: Smile ~ Just another repo; Winter 06' & 07'....
"Pride In The Name of Love," by U2 ~ "Love," John!:) ~
Blessed by God as a full-blooded Filipina
I’m endowed with great cultural heritage of Asia
Distinctively that of the Benguet “Kankana-ey” tribe of the Cordillera
Enriching my country, the Philippines, of her unique role in the global agenda.
Grateful am I to the Lord for my tribe’s awareness of the Deity
Shown by my forefathers’ acknowledgment of the Supreme Being’s authority
Thru their festivities and rituals revealing their trust in the God Almighty…
Igniting my faith toward genuine Christianity and biblical spirituality.
I salute my tribe mates for their respect to creation and steadfast preservation of nature
Affirmed by their diligent gardening and productive, yet prudent farming venture
Making them stalwart guardians of their environment, their bounty-pasture
While invoking the Divine Providence against calamities thru sincere offerings’ gesture.
Gladness* couples my appreciation to our tribe’s close family ties and intimate engagements
During bonding moments over cups of coffee and meals along conversation merriments
Especially in clans’ get-together for weddings and feastings’ enjoyments
Aside from reunions in funerals filled with reminiscences of varied sentiments and predicaments.
My tribe with its peculiar culture is commendable indeed
Steadfastly strong in its identity of tenacious influential creed
As it welcomes changes of betterment and prosperity’s seed
Midst technological development toward progress-breed!
*Psalm 4:7 Thou (LORD) hast put gladness in my heart...
December 1, 2018
3rd place, "TRIBUTE TO NATIVE CULTURE" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 12/15/2018.
Spiritedly radiating festive cheer
Exuberant along blest hopeful gear
Prevailing with God’s grace, mercy and light
This month ushers us toward celebration delight.
Eagerly greeting our hearts with triumphant merriments
Mirth-filled September exudes jubilant, vibrant moments:
Birthdays of family members bring reunion bliss
Engaging loved ones together in fellowship we can’t miss---
Reminiscing childhood fun along home bonding zest
Fueled with testimonies of faith, attesting we are blest
Also, we have tribute to grandparents on a September Sunday
Leading our footsteps toward upholding wise legacy’s ray.
Let’s welcome September blessings gratefully indeed
Showered by the Lord* with His gifts to share in word and in deed.
*1 Peter 4:10 As every man hath received the gift, even so minister the same one to another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God.
September 16, 2024
5th place, "September Falls" Acrostic and Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich; judged on 9/30/2024
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a long time ago
mother earth was beauty aglow
near our niger’s banks as top trees
were plain jungle pavements
for jumping squirrels & monkeys
on a long quest for merriments –
yea! at such a time
at the beginning of all time
lived an old graceful tortoise
amdst many a dinta, the hunter –
& slow to speak like the wise
nwaoporocha was his father;
She recall her day when she sat by the window
And saw the defiled sky to brace up on with spiritual phantasm
Of some demonic begrudges – amassing and making
The flushing spirit of the late evening merriments and bichrome realism.
She beshrewed the iniquity rushing by, but it pelted upon
It bastardized her against the immorality of the nature
And she held up with no parole and desires…
She felt herself interred to the nature that despair.
The inquity that brigthened with thunderclaps and silver storm
She averted her fear and assailed against this rage
Acquainted herself with the nature she forefended
Pounded for few moments and synced with the lifelike stage.
She clapped, she laughed, she fantasied with the zesty consequence
She danced, she danced with the drops falling from the sky,
She sung her own rhythm catching her steps divine
The music prolonged as the clouds lightened and twittery lyrics whistled thereby.
Enduring the theme, she limned in her imagination
A life she yearned-for, A life she was not expecting
She painted in her heart an amorist she was looking for
Holding his hand she balled on the miry stage with pavan relieving.
The lust she felt over her drizzly body
Closed her eyes as she felt the touch of his lips on her belly
He took hold of her waist and she accured the fanciful time with reverence
She dangled holding the dampen trunk of a tree, and embraced her amorist
temptingly.
The flushing spirit that bestowed with mightiness and relief
She glittered with love, spirit, esteem and belief
All of a sudden she roused from her phantasies
Withal the monsoon girl lived her day, ceasing all her grief.
“Where there is no vision, the people perish: but he that keepeth the law, happy is he.” Proverbs 29:18 of the King James Bible
Wrapped around my virtual mindfulness spree
I behold our special child basking in freedom
beyond dreamlike fantasy, verily ecstatic
zooming around park, designed for surreal venture.
Never unreal midst my faith-brightened vision
our son radiates exuberance against hazy ambiance
as he recites Bible verses, fortified with distinct gestures
only imaginary in skeptic unbelieving minds.
Outshining shadowy doubts, our young man prevails
sharing the Gospel, enunciating the love of God…
thus I delightfully see in seemingly trancelike enthrallment
while praying for miraculous occurrence, very possible.
Whether those are ethereal or celestial moments
To me, they are heavenly sublime wondrous merriments.
May 29, 2021
2nd place, "Writing Prompt - Dreamlike" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 6/2/2021.
To dwell in paradise
In company of the noble Prophet
Get these ingredients
And have a share in the everlasting merriments
Shaadah
It is to testify
That no other deity is worthy of worship but Allah
And that Muhammed is His messenger
Solah
It is to worship Allah 5 times a day
Yield to the call of Adhan
And Call on Him as much as you can.
Zakat
Give of what you have been given
For when you give
In return His blessings you shall receive.
Sawm
You are commanded to fast
In the beautiful month of Ramadan
Fast my brother, fast as much as you can.
Hajj
Seek the house of Allah
In the beautiful city of Makkah
Go on the journey, do the tawahf round the Kaabah
© 2020 Muyideen Ayinla
Aspire to be more than you are today
Strive for betterment in every way
Yearn for grandness in all aspects of life
Rise above apparent obstacles and strife
Seek the truth in all that you do
Commit to resolution and see it through
Breathe inspiration into every endeavor
Succumb no negative forces whatsoever
Inspire ambition at every level
Delight in the merriments of revel
Expect to be great and hold fast the dream
Remember all things are not what they seem
Listen to all that others might say
Prefer not to act in a pretentious way
Don’t undermine all that you know
Take the challenges that help you grow
Choose the good and defy the bad
Enjoy the happy and accept the sad
Love yourself more than that you acquire
Know yourself and what you desire
This love, love is so indifferent...
When I used to be the spoiled playboy,
My heart scorned me yet I endured the dallies.
Few shed tears and few took casually,
But when the society blamed me
I dismayed, 'whether I can love anybody?'
This love, love is so indifferent...
When I sensed the realism of a relation,
My heart honored me yet I treated my wounds.
Few heard me crying and few kept quiet,
But when my heart blamed me
I wondered, 'whether love is a challenge to fight?'
This love, love is so indifferent...
When I dusked the days of merriments,
My heart wiped me yet I evinced with a smile.
Few fended me by solacing and few turned back,
But when my soul cursed me
I queried, 'whether love is revered or is a cheesy act?'
This love...
Love is so indifferent
When I was a spoiled playboy, the society blamed me
When I felt the realism of a relation, my heart blamed me
When I dusked to be alone, my soul cursed me.
This love...
Love is so indifferent.
Christmas Love Came Down
Christmas cheers chime as chubby cheeked children anticipate and wait.
Hoping that they have lived well enough for presents up to this date.
Reality relies on the realizations that love from parents and God give joy. Really!
Infinite love shares Santa tales enticing dreams of toys for girls and boys.
Dream-like love shows as Santa sits in malls with smiles; children sharing hopes.
Tantalizing wistfulness wanders through young hearts that overtake rational scopes.
Mesmerizing melodies with memories of merriments or maladies gone mad.
Alas, across all aquifers amid alluring skies, altered human awareness seizes…
Santa Clause, a man whose love, once endured the gravest times. Image, freezes!
Legendary love embraced. He lived a life of giving to humble hearts. He eased fears.
Oh, how his happy helping hallowed our Lord and Savior. Saving secret tears.
Very well, Saint Nicholas followed teachings and examples of his Lord, our Lord.
Every night, out of sight, he would secretly deliver. Food and gifts all poverty adored.
Caring and sharing He gave of his wealth to his fellow man with needs.
Almighty God looked down and blessed him more for his good deeds.
Miracles and hope uplifted kindhearted men who in those days joined in.
Eliminating selfish ways, demonstrating love like Christ had shown on earth to men.
Deliverer exemplified by the actions of one caring man. A man, like Christ with myrrh.
Offerings of love, gifts given celebrate Jesus Christ, our Savior's holy birth.
We show our love for Him when unto others we, like Him, help them abide.
Needing no glory for the good we give, since Christ came down. His love thrived.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
December 1, 2009
Inspired by:
Poetry Soup Member Contest LOVE CAME DOWN
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
The little drummer boy....
He played this beat for you
But you could not hear
Still, he kept rapping upon that drum
Even as the salty tears began to flow
Standing all alone
As the Heavens rains began to pour
Yet still, he played
With somber upon his face
While the world about him
Continued to fade away....
Drumsticks made of flames
And Angels, that often sang
The tunes of tomorrows, beginnings
Amid, todays, shades....
He played and he played and he played
But no one wanted to dance
Because no one could hear, or see
Nor, did they ever understand?
Standing all alone
They laughed while he stood
Watching, the mountains melting into the sea
The stars, waving their forever goodbyes
To the shadows, upon the rise....
Beating his drum, to these end of days
While humanity bathed, within its moment
Frolicking within the merriments
Underneath the blinking sun!
Living, but dying....
Within these evaporating dreams
But still, he played, rap tap tap
As the end of tears, continued to fall
Yet, again, they could not see, nor did they hear
So, how could they have ever known?
Though some did, oh, how they loved him so....
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The Little Drummer Boy!
Sun shone cheerily when we greeted our new life.
Merriments, not memories lifted lifelong strife.
Immense endearments, as your wife, I bestow.
Like lavender lilacs laced in loves’ golden glow.
Every kindheartedness liberated pains flow.
Smiles replaced sorrow; together, souls know.
© March 12, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Form: Rhyme written as an acrostic of the word smile with alliteration interspersed.
Carry on, my dear, carry, carry on
For soon, for you, there will be a new dawn
Filled with joy and filled with cake and presents
And if I must, I will throw in cents
A pair, of course, for if that is not there
No advice will be given, for next heir
To keep your property and liberty
And life too, but that is mere wizardry
From Columbian brew, all that divine
Leaves you thinking you are on the cloud nine
Its hole gives you peek at the love below
Your lover picks up snow, and off with throw
It hits one’s face, leaving one very numb
And discerning that all I did was dumb
For love, for life, and all merriments here
Taking it in, for it is but my dear
That loss is all my love, death all my life
Here my two cents, they are all of my strife
Carry on, my dear, carry, carry on
For soon, for you, there will be a new dawn
Sitting aneath her shades tree opening up a pearls box...
Glancing about afore pulling out, his and hers mix as match
Velvet dolls dressed in colours of cream; rainbow swirling dreams
Genavieve, standing tall aside the stream, holding high her torch unto
Merriments magical and majestical, love borne sky; tiny red stars blue ties
Perfumed white strings she sings while from these palms they sway; Beautiful..
Joining their choir a melody today; her eyes aglow bathed of bright, sparkling light.
Moonbeams magnificently magic,
Marvelous modest mimic,
Moments mostly monitoring,
Mellow mood moving
Multiple merriments mostly,
Most muddled motley,
Morbidity means mysterious,
Manifestation matter multifarious
Written: July 05, 2022
Begin with a letter Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Angela Tune