Best Mix In Poems
Such wondrous beauty held in eyes divine,
I wish this lovely night would stay, be kind,
So blissful are her eyes...I need no wine,
Nothing to match her beauty can I find.
The morning sun shall take away the night,
And I shall wait till moon and stars arrive,
In darkness our love hides...so harsh the light;
Our love is cursed while unsought rivals thrive.
But, when we die, forever we shall sleep,
With unseen wings we leave, fly like a dove,
Our bodies, left in ground, cruel could keep;
We'll leave all things behind except our love.
Now wait for death to mix in dust and sand,
And hope we two unite in God's own land.
May 19, 2016.
Pen A Sonnet On It - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Janis Thompson
Contest judged on : May 30, 2016
Second Chance - 4 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
The Shakespearean Sonnet is written predominantly in a meter called iambic pentameter, a rhyme scheme in which each sonnet line consists of ten syllables. The syllables are divided into five pairs called iambs or iambic feet.
Include a volta- a turn or contrast in the subject of the sonnet usually using such words as yet, but, nevertheless The Shakespearean sonnet has the rhyme scheme ABAB CDCD EFEF GG.
Categories:
mix in, beauty, death, desire, love,
Form:
Sonnet
All Hallows' Eve Black Mass Incantation
We Pray in The Name of Our Father Lucifer,
Which wert in Heaven:
Boil, Boil plague-ridden rats and toads in oil,
With a pair of gleaming snake eyes too.
Mix in fresh hen’s blood and a rabbit’s paw,
With a touch of horse dung and a lizard’s tail too.
Add six cups of Vitriol and a tablespoon of Goldwater.
Stew, Stew this Stygian alchemic brew for ne’r six hours
During Vespers for Our Midnight Black Mass on All Hallows’ Eve.
Serve this unholy sustenance to Our Coven at midnight,
As we pray in Great Lucifer’s name for his guidance
In defeating Jehovah’s forces of good and light.
We do this in the name of Great Lucifer—The Dark One.
We seek Blackness, Darkness, Degradation, and Negation—
As Our Coven has the power of His Power as granted
By His Unholiness when the full moon’s shadow
Crosses the face of the Earth.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
October 5, 2014 (Narrative Incantation)
Categories:
mix in, allegory, dark, evil, fantasy,
Form:
Narrative
With pineapple juice
mix in some coconut milk.
It’s as smooth as silk.
Put some white rum to good use.
Have a pina colada.
Categories:
mix in, food,
Form:
Tanka
Step 1, take two friends before they are lovers
Show them how to share with oneanother
Add a slice of intinmacy of becoming one
Like holding hands under the sun
Now subtract the bitterness and add the sweet
The flavor of a kiss should taste like a treat
Give her a compliment and 1 soft caress
Then rest your head against his chest
1 cup of humor and 1/2 a cup of concern
A pinch of assertiveness
But too much will burn!
100 kisses a day will keep the doctor away
A drop of hope then mix in family and friends
Your recipe for love
Will never come to an end.
Categories:
mix in, anniversary, girlfriend-boyfriend, love
Form:
Couplet
I haven’t been here in a while
At this point in my life that is.
The point where something great becomes misconstrued
more filled with angst instead of jovialness.
Shot through the heart:
Bang.
It hurts me to be here, hurts me to say this
But I would rather kill it, dissipate it
Then let it continue; I know I’d hate it.
I’d rather be preemptive, stay ahead.
To avoid the potentially hurtful aftermath
It’s the type to grip you by your soul and
make you want to O.D during a bubble bath.
This is just to let you know how hard it is.
It’s hard because there’s so much invested
If any shots come my way I understand;
As it seems to hardships I no longer feel the need to contest it;
It’s a love hate type of thing.
I hate that you may think the love was not all it could’ve been,
Yet we both know through hardships we made it, but this is now and that-
That was then.
No need for animosity we’ve agreed to drink in friendship responsibly
And if the time comes again where everything is lined up for both of us
Then I guess I won’t need the help of E-harmony.
This is not to say by any stretch that it is expected
or that you owe me anything by any means
but our present time is past, that’s the way the future makes it seem.
This is a divorce of sorts as are all relationships
No one courtship is perfect and this one’s included in that statistic
So despite what everyone around you might say
(Those opinionated idiots)
And even despite what your anger may make you think
We sailed on love, hurdled every obstacle, made impossible possible
But to perpetuate, a lack of being affectionate, is highly illogical.
Mix in the emotions we both possess and things become highly volatile.
We just need to get back to the basics, start anew,
With our eyes on the future with pens not pencils
There won’t be a need to erase it.
Categories:
mix in, heartbroken, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
Corsican sand
on the Rio Grande
Simon Bolivar weeps
the night asleep
Renegade cycles
hogs gone mild
Gehinnom's Mayor
Timothy Leary's child
Zebras abound
in Peppermint Land
Alan Ginsberg howls
from primal jowls
Leopold Bloom
did not predict ZOOM
Cosmic collisions silent
without Daniel Boone
Country music
Mix in Ragtime
from Alexander's Band
to Motown Rhyme
Andy Warhol's mind
spilled out in soup cans
Campbell's pork and beans
Welsh Rarebit also-ran
When free association
Met psychic gestalt
The resultant metastasis
Petered out beneath salt
Stream of Consciousness is out
New Age Meaninglessness is sin
Wherever Narcissism reigns
Foot Worship rushes in
The best poems at night
often come unbidden
J. Cricket fervently wished
This one hadn't been written
Categories:
mix in, angst, confusion, crazy, howl,
Form:
Rhyme
Allow your thoughts to mix in with mine
I can be the glass you can be the wine
As you are swirled all the aromas show
The complexity of you starts to grow
Like all good wines I realize you need air
Your magic emphasized others aware
You intoxicate a wonderful gift
A little bit of you gives hearts a lift
As I am tipped your beauty does flow
Not too quickly it's better to be slow
Once you have been tasted others will see
You are the words that flow out of me
Categories:
mix in, drink, emotions,
Form:
Couplet
This barren desert hot and dry
as noonday sun is beating down;
I’ve walked for miles, no one in sight,
and over head the buzzards fly
awaiting death to end my plight.
My throat is dry, my skin parched brown
while on my face I wear death’s frown.
I long for water wet and cool
to quench the thirst of this old fool
who took off on this trek alone
to cross this desert on his own.
But wait...what yonder do I see
off in the distance, lush with tree;
perhaps some water could it be?
And shade to cool me from the sun?
It can’t be far until l’m done;
I guess it not but just a mile
before I reach this desert isle.
But wait...what grief as I approach
it seems oasis growing dim;
the visions on my dreams encroach
and disappear with reaper’s hymn.
My gait is lessened to a crawl
through desert sand on hands and knee
that burns my flesh as I advance.
With weakness, on my face I fall
and wonder why I took the chance.
But still in yonder sand I see
the lush oasis luring me,
yet in my mind I know not real,
this damned mirage my dreams to steal.
My life is flashing ‘fore my eyes;
the end is nearer I surmise.
I think of her, the moments shared
and her vile voice that said she cared;
I thought our hearts forever paired,
but like this vision in the sand…
‘twas mere mirage on barren land.
The noonday sun I cannot bear
as grains of sand mix in my hair,
and now I know that doom awaits;
the buzzards lurk as death bells chime;
my weary soul left to the fates
as reaper’s hymn tells me it’s time.
January 4, 2020
Categories:
mix in, angst, death, image, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
take my hand we are to dance in the stars
it is a whirlwind in its arms
as we glide thru they will dance
in a tiara of suns adorning you
now lift your hand, turn in a balance
as we glide thru nebulas
the newly forming stars mix in your hair
as rubies capturing that red seductive glow
the essence you are i so adore
drawn to the center a black hole
becomes weak interacting massive particles
to the gravity in your eyes
i am held in your arms as such
as we escape the event horizon
we are now free to continue in eternity
this is not a dream
it is the next phase waiting
when we escape this mortal coil
there are a trillion galaxies
and upon your dance ticket
i am the only name
wise men say only fools dream
but if you look at Raphael's
School of Athens, there are only men
i prefer the dreams i have in your arms
OKC 9/22
Categories:
mix in, dance, for her, i
Form:
Romanticism
Elton John, Billy Joel
Simon and Garfunkel
Dan Fogelburg, Jim Croce
Streisand, the Hollies
John Denver, Phil Collins
Don McClean
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
These artists created a
brand of music that - no way
has ever been eclipsed
Its mix in me will always stay
Categories:
mix in, memory, music, song,
Form:
Rhyme
A poetic community has many ingredients
Tablespoons of metaphors with Alliteration spice
A dash of Haiku makes things nice
Pour in some sonnets into a bowl
Mix in romance to make it whole
Add a sprig of thyme to the rhyme
Sprinkle in some free verse to make it sublime
Stir in some Limericks into the pot
A cup of Triolets will hit the spot
Savor the flavor as you sample the soup
As Personifications waft through the air
Prepare a Pantoum and add to the group
Add a cup of imagery to give it some flair
6-9-2024
Categories:
mix in, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
British people asked for 30 minutes to eat their breakfast before being evacuated from Terrorist Threat.
When in Britain I like to sit down
To a full English breakfast when I go into town
With sausages bacon eggs and beans
And a cup of tea down the hatch what a lovely scene
But this morning whilst at my repast
A police officer wanted evacuation ‘til the danger had past
For a terrorist with a suicidal vest was outside
Wanting to kill in his mayhem for his 15 minute ride
You see my breakfast had just been served
And to not eat it when hot - what a nerve
So I asked for 30 minutes to finish the meal
You see terrorism and tucker don’t mix in the breakfast deal.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
mix in, violence,
Form:
Ballad
I hide behind a mask—
So you know me as Mrs sunshine.
Light radiates off my shoulders,
As I laugh through the silence.
I hide behind a mask—
So you know me as Mrs talkative.
I shed my worries and joys,
Through talking and parlour tricks.
I hide behind a mask—
So you know me as Mrs perfect.
Cracks never open,
Faults are never revealed,
I keep everything concealed.
I hide behind a mask,
So real you can’t see the lie.
The trick is to mix in some of the truth,
Until you can’t tell,
Which feelings are truly mine.
Categories:
mix in, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
I'm proud to be a Persian, there's no doubt
Though some may look at me with veiled disdain
To honored heritage I give a shout
And here I bare my love in words so plain
When Cyrus captured Babylon's strong hold
The greatest in the world he then became
"Anointed One", in scriptures, name so bold
Religious freedom reigned, he banished shame
And through the years this country has survived
Though some have sought to crush it to the ground
Its music, lore and culture only thrived
The wonders of my country still astound
Rich flavors mix in scrumptious Persian food
The saffron colors brightly long grained rice
Delicacies await past interlude
Desserts so decadent beg one more slice!
My heart just thrills when Farsi greets my ear
A language soft, melodious and sweet
When set to music, all the world must hear
Indulgent rhyming words, a lover's treat
You claim to love Hafez and dear Rumi
“A Thousand and one Nights”: a splendid tale!
Well then, my dearest friend, listen to me
From these great writers from this country hail
Armenian Persian is my ancestry
My childhood in Iran, a glorious time!
Leave prejudices out of poetry
My Persian pride will live on in this rhyme!
Eileen Manassian
Cyrus the Great is mentioned in the Bible:
Isaiah 45:1-13
"This says the Lord to his anointed, to Cyrus, whom I have seized by the right, to subdue nations before him." He was known to be benevolent and to give those he conquered the right to worship as they wished. Also, the Jews were given the opportunity to rebuild the temple during the reign of another Persian king, Artaxerxes.
I thought I would just give a footnote so that the reader will understand the references in the poem. We all have to be proud of our heritage. I haven't been back to my country since I was 11 due to various reasons, but...the memories I have will always warm my heart.
Poetic forms like the Rubaiyat and Ghazal are Persian forms, along with the Mathnawi. Persia is famous for its carpets, cats, and caviar...the three C's...along with so much more. Of course, my daughter's name, SHEREEN is Farsi and it means...SWEET. :)
Categories:
mix in, how i feel, identity,
Form:
Rhyme
Take some patience and some time
Mix in trust and then combine
Heaps of Joy and tenderness
Don’t be shy with generous
Love and hope must also go
Take your time but don’t be slow
Use forgiveness, no regret
Respect and friendliness, don’t forget
there’s no place for dishonesty
frustration, rage or animosity
Just add prayer and humbleness
The end result - a life of bliss
Categories:
mix in, happiness, life, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme