Best Messengers Poems
Old and ugly and well married is the visage
that I carry, and yet, there is another world
that keeps opening up its magic door.
It sends me notes and emissaries
that I could be,
I should be much more than what I am.
The first message, that I was aware of
came to me in the high desert where
I sat Walden-like by a pool trying to
get back to the source, I'm told, is
within us all.
Suddenly I saw a flurry
a mile across the valley floor,
a point took flight and became
a mystic preying mantis
that picked my shoulder as a perch.
Mid day church bells rang
at that moment and I watched
the sound reverberate
shaking bushes and trees
down the valley, scattering
birds and small animals.
Yet the mantis on my shoulder
calmly sat, cocked its head,
and in its eyes there was a question.
I replied to the mantis' query that
"I was old and ugly and well married and
I am simply not quite ready,
but keep the offer open and
I will be ready soon."
After a month of worrying that
perhaps I had gone too far,
in refusing to go through an open door,
I summoned it again.
Right there in my backyard I heard
a flurry and found a grasshopper perched
where you had perched before.
The question in its eyes left no doubt
it again was you.
I replied that I just wanted to make sure
that the offer you had proffered still
was mine to take.
You flew away as I explained that
"I was old and ugly and well married and
simply still not quite ready but keep the offer open,
and I'll be ready soon."
Years went by and I forgot the magic,
indeed, avoided magic.
I went to a marriage yesterday,
I sat alone, away from the others,
on a bridge, by a pond,
amongst tall pines and redwoods.
I thought again of the mystic mantis.
Suddenly you were there.
You came out of a crowd of happy guests
and crossed into my solitary space.
You touched my shoulder and my hand
and kept it there for the fastest hour.
We talked about nature and
books we had both read,
the giant puppets you made,
and about things
I'd never tell a stranger.
I looked into your eyes
and realized
that we had met at least
twice before and saw the familiar offer.
In my mind I pleaded for more time because
I am old and ugly and well married,
but please, please keep the offer open
because I'll be ready soon.
Suddenly you were gone.
Categories:
messengers, allegory, old, me, old,
Form:
Free verse
This morning I hiked a wooded trail
And while quietly strolling along,
I was pleased to hear a lonely quail
A singing his mournful song.
And then again this afternoon
While drawing water from the well
A loon began it's soothing croon
That echoed 'cross the dell.
And in the evening as I dined
While resting in the swing
A mockingbird was very kind
To perch close by and sing.
Then later, as I knelt to pray
In telling God, "I love You"
That, I wished to hear Him say
Just once, He loved me too.
Then Father spoke! "Don't you know?
My son of course I love you too!
I sent couriers today to tell you so
Did my three messengers not find you?"
Timothy I. Brumley
Categories:
messengers, animals, faith, inspirational, naturelove,
Form:
Narrative
Death's Messengers
by Rick Rucker
Death's messengers came for me today,
I eluded them, though, I crawled away.
Seeing just the smallest chance,
I sneaked into an ambulance.
I thought that it would surely fail,
That I'd soon be cold, and pale.
Noting that my blood did leak,
My future prospects seemed rather bleak.
One second, an iron horse riding,
And the next, my suit of leather sliding,
Down the road, at times bouncing,
My feeling of luck taking a trouncing.
I couldn't speak, my breath was leaving,
I knew my wife would soon be grieving,
I thought myself quite brave,
But I heard a medic say “Grave,”
Where I knew I soon would be,
On a hill, under a tree,
Thinking about the riding fraternity,
A biker through eternity.
Suddenly I felt a pain,
A searing blue flash went 'cross my brain,
Something just wasn't right,
Don't people say to “Go to the light?”
The only light that I could see,
Was red, and on a CHP,
Cruiser that was straight ahead,
Probably thinking I was dead.
Could it be that I would live?
How much fluid can one give,
And unfailingly survive,
Or , possibly even thrive?
I had to get into a hospital bed,
Before “THEY” knew I wasn't dead!
How fast can a medic go by rights?
Use the siren and the lights!
I wasn't feeling too nice,
But we got there, in a thrice.
Many doctors rushed me in,
Just one pain, from toes to chin.
To ease it, they gave me juice,
Soon, I began to feel quite loose.
Knowing that this dulled pain's talon,
I asked, “Could I take some home, a gallon?”
Seeing me under the weather,
The doctors all gathered together.
Discussing all the effects most tragic,
The witch doctors began to work their magic.
Soon enough, I knew I'd live,
I thought to take the time to give,
To The One that let me stay,
Above the ground another day!
I don't think about it much,
There's little pain to the touch.
The only legacy I carry,
Past cemeteries I do not tarry,
I haul as fast as I can go,
If I go a little too slow,
Death's messengers might see,
The one that got away-that's me!
Categories:
messengers, recovery from..., me, me,
Form:
Couplet
My grandfather once told me that the death
of a poet was as saddening as a burning library;
how right he was!
Before, I thought poetry was just a smart
combination of words in verses,
making everything you understand to be hard
to decipher, akin to the hieroglyphs scribbled
on the walls of pharaohs' tombs.
As I grew older, there it was! My grandfather's
statement!
Verses in the Bible, Bhaga-vad-Geeta, revolutionary books,
lyrics of popular songs.....; all were dependent
of the fact that a poet somewhere did what he was born
to do; inspire the world with words that ignite emotions.
Categories:
messengers, identity, imagery, inspiration, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
xoxo these are messengers of love
xoxo lovers end their letters with a x and o
someone who's intereste is just to flatter
their message is simple looks do matter
but if a true lover has the time
they'll write a poem or a rhyme
maybe send it as a valentine
a message that is oh so fine
three little words written on a note
messengers taking care to devote
flowers and candy are in demand
they look so surprising in ones hands
yet the message is easy to understand
"You make my life more than grand."
all it takes is a little call
and from your voice some love will fall
like rain on a seed in a heart
the message is the sunshine
that gives it a start
but there is one sure thing
that's the best messenger in the land
never under estimate the power
of holding hands
not much more in love can compete
because without the physical touch
the message is incompleat
Categories:
messengers, lovelove,
Form:
Rhyme
God’s
Heavens
Messengers
Feathers of course
Dainty orbs, cardinals, and dragonflies too
Categories:
messengers, heaven,
Form:
Tetractys
Boten des Frühlings / Messengers of Spring / Mensajeros de la primavera
Boten des Frühlings
Margeriten, Löwenzahn
Dicht bei der Straße
Und Hummeln im Freudenflug
Über dem Blütenteppich
Messengers of spring
Marguerites, dandelions
Close to the road
Bumblebees in joyous flight
Over the flower carpet
Mensajeros primaveral
Margaritas, dientes de león
Cerca de la calle
Abejorros en vuelo alegre
Sobre la alfombra de flores
Categories:
messengers, seasons
Form:
Tanka
You hear them everywhere,
spewing their venomous words of hate
And if you're like me,
a lover of peace
Then I implore you, do not take the bait
You see them ubiquitously,
their angry images on electromagnetic waves
And if you're akin to me,
a lover of tranquility
I beg of you, don't succumb to their beastly raves
They're always just a touch away ---
from your laptop, cell phone or tablet
Sending subliminal toxic rhetoric,
spread by way of the digital alphabet
Their violent words are as contagious
as the most virulent Ebola strain
Don't let them seep into your heart,
don't let them circulate to your brain
It's a nasty virus packed full
of strident malevolency
Attacking the body politic
with vitriolic intensity
Your soul's not immune
from its poisonous effect
So purge, then delete
and mentally disconnect
Infection's assured if exposed too long,
a final warning issued to link disengage
Or you will fall sway to the siren song
transmitted by the messengers of rage
Categories:
messengers, anger, political, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
With or without wings
From the white clouds of heaven
They watch over us
In the most happy moments
And in the life saddest days
Nayda Ivette
12-30-2015
Categories:
messengers, angel,
Form:
Tanka
Gods’ Messengers; light beings are always around when needed.
Feather-light wisp of winged energy; a miracle prayed for;
These beacons never leave us; always stay right by our sides.
Categories:
messengers, angel, poetry, spiritual,
Form:
Sijo
"I heard an angel speak last night and he said,
"We are only here to comfort, inspire and give you hope."
Winged messengers, of all variety, we hover over
and protect to help you cope.
Maybe in form of a dragonfly
representing lightness, elegance and speed.
Symbolizing regeneration, we're beneficial
and help you succeed.
Cherubs adorning children's graves
so the precious ones are at peace.
Cultivating a sense of calm
so that pure love will increase.
So if you happen to feel the wind
or shiver out of the blue.
Please don't fear, just realize
its souls we like to renew.
(By Kristen Bruni for Angels in Cemeteries Contest 6-17-11)
Categories:
messengers, visionary
Form:
Rhyme
AIRY MESSENGERS
Serene weightless flight of dandelion
Seed puff-balls : thoughts ascending,
Gestating across the invisible void -
Untroubled, they silently float, glide,
Delivering a concept
On the air measureless
From somewhere else to here.
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Categories:
messengers, nature,
Form:
Free verse
With Holy Bible in her hand.
With voice and fist
and all command.
She marched up-down
the carriage ways.
Convincing all, that
what she says,
was from the Holy Script.
Yes many carried on to chat.
Ignoring this old lady that,
with every glance
and every stare
saw light and hope
For all out there.
And echoed yet more reprimands
and firmly held her stance.
With Holy Bible in her hand.
And more, demanding reprimands.
This lady gave
but all a choice
to think, to listen, to restore?
How long man will you, still ignore?
Bless Your Holy voice.
Categories:
messengers, woman,
Form:
Rhyme
Betimes they’ve been sent
to speak
And when they spoke,
they were mocked
Oft times the holy messengers
did preach
the doctrine of self-examination:
How were you living,
was it idol loving you were giving?
Was it hate you were pig pity wallowing in,
was it naked lust covering your body of sin?
But the heralds of hope,
they were ridiculed
for asking others to speak honest truth
Light bearers put in dark dungeons
Baptized in pain
for trying to cleanse souls
Placed in chains
for wanting to make minds whole
Tortured bodies slain
for daring to monarch oppose
Their message of truth tho’ mocked
by most,
some salvation ears heard —
One lost sinner saved by another,
two atoned souls plucked from the flames
The message to forgive each other,
caused two repentant hearts to be changed
Categories:
messengers, religious, spiritual, truth, visionary,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
MESSENGERS
Serene leisurely flight of dandelion weightless
Seed puff balls, thoughts ascending
Across the void measureless
Between the marguerites and the hedging.
Untroubled, they silently float, glide,
Delivering the seed of an idea
On the air’s measureless tide
From somewhere else to here.
Categories:
messengers, imagination, introspection
Form:
Quatrain