Best Modules Poems
Prized for perfumes and medicines,
Rainbow personified & God’s messenger,
Resting the souls of dead women,
Decorum of the graves,
Delight of the ancient artists.
Blooming on Minoan Walls,
Sculptured in stone at Karnak.
Living memories of the French revolution.
Clovis put you on his banner
And won over Germanic tribe.
Louis VII adopted you as device,
‘Fleur-de-lis’ the symbol of France.
Germany suspended you in beer barrels,
And France to enrich the wine,
England to give flavour to brandies,
And Russia flavoured a soft drink.
Then, plucked in a state of chastity,
Now, relegated to flavour toothpaste.
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Contest:
The poem was read by me at the World congress of Poets held in Iasi, Romania in 2002
and has been published in the following international magazines:
Copy and paste in your browser the following links:
http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewpoetry.asp?AuthorID=24119&id=121733
http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?
name=Content&pa=list_pages_categories&cid=58
http://www.boloji.com/writers/rammehta.htm
http://www.inditecircle.com/pro/art.php?artid=31
http://www.kavitanjali.com/pgjuly07/iris.htm
http://www.alittlepoetry.com/vs06rammehta.html
http://www.poetsexpress.com/Winter07/DrRamMehta.htm
http://www.poetry.com
http://www.poetrymagazine.com/archives/2001/April01/mehta.htm
Categories:
modules, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Prized for perfumes and medicines,
Rainbow personified & God’s messenger,
Resting the souls of dead women,
Decorum of the graves,
Delight of the ancient artists.
Blooming on Minoan Walls,
Sculptured in stone at Karnak.
Living memories of the French revolution.
Clovis put you on his banner
And won over Germanic tribe.
Louis VII adopted you as device,
‘Fleur-de-lis’ the symbol of France.
Germany suspended you in beer barrels,
And France to enrich the wine,
England to give flavour to brandies,
And Russia flavoured a soft drink.
Then, plucked in a state of chastity,
Now, relegated to flavour toothpaste.
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Eighth Placement
Contest: Flower Power
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The poem was read by me at the World congress of Poets held in Iasi, Romania in 2002 and has been published in the following international magazines:
http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewpoetry.asp?AuthorID=24119&id=121733
http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=Content&pa=list_pages_categories&cid=58
http://www.boloji.com/writers/rammehta.htm
http://www.inditecircle.com/pro/art.php?artid=31
http://www.kavitanjali.com/pgjuly07/iris.htm
http://www.alittlepoetry.com/vs06rammehta.html http://www.poetsexpress.com/Winter07/DrRamMehta.htm
http://www.poetry.com
http://www.poetrymagazine.com/archives/2001/April01/mehta.htm
Categories:
modules,
Form:
Personification
Into the blue, another new dimension;
into the blue- our destiny is Mars.
A strong reality, long-term ascension-
into the blue among the planets, stars.
Those former sci-fi program memories
will soon become a realistic fact;
our NASA teams now speak of guarantees
that man of Earth on Mars is not abstract.
Into the blue they'll go; six months asleep,
suspended animation all the way,
in modules filled with six and wired to keep
all fed and breathing on their space beltway.
A new frontier for earthlings to soon tool-
to Mars, perhaps a planet in that space
where not too hot- too cold will meet the rule
that Mars is in our Goldilocks Zone place.
January 11, 2016 (revised 03/18/2020)
`Honorable Mention~
Contest: Goldilocks Zone
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Judged:
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Note:The term "The Goldilocks Zone" is used to describe the
"habitable zone around a star when the temperature is
not too hot or too cold." Dr. Charley Lineweaver, Stuart Gary
After the Earth, Mars is the most habitable planet in our
solar system due to several reasons: Its soil contains water
to extract. It isn't too cold or too hot. There is enough
sunlight to use solar panels.
Categories:
modules, blue, journey, space, universe,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Prized for perfumes and medicines,
Rainbow personified & God’s messenger,
Resting the souls of dead women,
Decorum of the graves,
Delight of the ancient artists.
Blooming on Minoan Walls,
Sculptured in stone at Karnak.
Living memories of the French revolution.
Clovis put you on his banner
And won over Germanic tribe.
Louis VII adopted you as device,
‘Fleur-de-lis’ the symbol of France.
Germany suspended you in beer barrels,
And France to enrich the wine,
England to give flavour to brandies,
And Russia flavoured a soft drink.
Then, plucked in a state of chastity,
Now, relegated to flavour toothpaste.
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Dr. Ram Mehta
Third Place win in:
Contest: Best Blossom Design (Flower Poem) sponsored by the Destroyer Poet
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The poem was read by me at the World congress of Poets held in Iasi, Romania in 2002 and has been published in the following international magazines:
Copy and paste in your browser the following links:
http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewpoetry.asp?AuthorID=24119&id=121733
http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=Content&pa=list_pages_categories&cid=58
http://www.boloji.com/writers/rammehta.htm
http://www.inditecircle.com/pro/art.php?artid=31
http://www.kavitanjali.com/pgjuly07/iris.htm
http://www.alittlepoetry.com/vs06rammehta.html http://www.poetsexpress.com/Winter07/DrRamMehta.htm
http://www.poetry.com
http://www.poetrymagazine.com/archives/2001/April01/mehta.htm
Categories:
modules, nature,
Form:
Lyric
MISREPRESENTATION
misrepresentation
defamation with
slanderous insight
modules of crash
courses in life’s
lessons brief
curt and
concise
“no one will ever love you like I do”
nobody ever did..
“being strong is holding back”
it’s ALWAYS about
letting go
“feelings are best contained”
emotions need to be felt
internal bleeding leaves
a deeper
heart welt
precarious this clarity
awakened by confusion
extensions of disparity
misrepresentations
never a solution
modules of crash
courses in life’s
lessons brief
curt and
concise
© Kim van Breda—19 July 2015
Categories:
modules, irony,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Analogy of Life
Faults of
life, might be,
for
opting some analogy;
Humans earn or
inscribe poem,
or write an ode and earn,
with or lacking a logic,
and similitude;
But all manifest in
void and
life becomes a finding,
humans, the modules
and our analogy –
become elements
to instigate the poison
to irrationalize the self.
Categories:
modules, imagination, introspection, life, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
The imagination is
a sheltered womb
Busy with embryos
waiting to bloom
Kindred ideas dormant in
the garden of the mind
Waiting for us to connect
the modules stored over time
As labor progresses the embryos
ready their dreams for birth
The arm of the mind releases the
Words that are born to dazzle the earth
The paper is the earth
A pen is the writers shovel
Words written are the seeds
Planting produces the novel
Those who read enlarge your crop
© Carole Cookie Arnold
Categories:
modules, imagination, inspirational, visionary
Form:
Quatrain
Why
Are some rocks color and pattern of a butterfly?
The answer will lie
In endless nature of the sky
The claw of three
Holding an energy orb you see
It is a structure of mesmerizing beauty
Because with this you write your own destiny
The many theories regarding universe contains the orb
Into one great theory the orb
Smaller theories will absorb
Than new theories will grow and be reabsorbed by the orb
The butterfly is beautiful and cool
To exert ultimate consciousness it is a tool
And absolute value of non existence in this module
Comes after consciousness and this continues to grow as a rule
As the butterfly transverses the aerial abyss
The endless modules of consciousness grow in their abyss
Butterfly often represents bliss
And growing spirit through expanding consciousness also is bliss
Categories:
modules, butterfly, fantasy, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
Children like to craft things,
but then they start to grow.
Pretty soon they’re old
and strange things start to show.
Hair in wrong places
Wrinkles on faces
Bulbous modules
Bilious nodules
When adult children retire,
creativity often re-springs.
Even though they got old
they return to the crafting of things.
Categories:
modules, age,
Form:
Rhyme
5-22-2012 Afraid of You
I let you in ,oh yes I did- a lover in sheep's clothing ,
No matter how hard you tried you couldn't be original in anything,
So as far as I can see ,you've gone- but you pretend you are everything,
Gone as I can see your not even in my memory,
Nothing to have seen ,you've never been here in the clear,
Your just a make believe of something you'll never be,
Walk away my old lost friend,don't bother to look back,
I enjoy the way you've made a big fool out of me,
At least you won't be coming back,I keep hoping,
You just keep reappearing,all I want to say to you,
Is please let me be,until I take my last breath of air.
Just let me be free at last,You'll be a misery,
Until you've let me be,till you've taken today,
My only last request, I will have to take away,
You away from me.
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Categories:
modules, girlfriend-boyfriend, me, me,
Form:
Free verse
All is still and quiet on the drill pad.
Even night still sleeps at zero dark-thirty.
Celestial bodies lend their light, but sparingly.
Though their contribution will hardly be noticed once
she begins their day.
In her head she goes over commands, modules, off-color comments.
She's not nervous, more like a perfectionist, they all are.
Instinctively, she conducts a once-over of her uniform, targeting strings, re-tucking her boot laces and double checking that loose Velcro flap on her left cargo pocket.
Her head gear is pristine. The dark olive-green bush hat, whose roots are deeply embedded in the wild and dusty outback from the land down under, is her pride.
Her subdued emblem of honor adorned with thirteen stars, an archaic breastplate, a torch, a confrontational serpent and the solemn two hundred and thirty-seven-year promise of “This We’ll Defend” is perfectly affixed on her right ACU pocket, this is her hammer. With her uniform in order, the soft-face, beautiful, Native American woman
shifts her thoughts to them, the ones she trains.
Today she will train the untrainable, empower the weak,
give direction to the misguided, and possibly mentor and inspire a hero.
“I’m going up to get ‘em.” her colleague says.
She nods as she looks up into the early morning sky, “…weatherman says rain today.”
She breaks mildly out of her game face just long enough to smirk as she thinks about the slightly over used catch phrase which refers to “rainin’ and trainin’!”
In seconds, the once quiet and still drill pad
will be tranquil no more, and she along with her cadre,
will be in the thick of it.
A 2020 Veteran's Day add.
-Written Early November 2012 at Fort Hood, Texas
Categories:
modules, career, dedication, military, native
Form:
Free verse
People often wonder about it, does it exist, is it a mere myth, so much that,
Arriving at such a point, most often people do want a proof of it
Reading holy books does be no more sufficient
Aboard the ship known as life, why, we all do want to know the truth
Do we need to believe, or do we need to let science take over
Inadvertently making of us mere accidental modules
See, call me a fool if you wish, but I do believe that such a place does be
Emotional do I become when I close my eyes and re-live my secret revelation!
21 December 2015
Categories:
modules, paradise,
Form:
Acrostic
In the first instance under the engine chassis,
Battling complex automobile designs in heat,
Struggles to displays sleek lines in tops delight,
Prayers from bystanders so the car never restarts.
Pay this one for pedestrians joy could serve for long:
Tune this second choice hear suspect toolbox voices,
Jack up the workshop bills while he calls you taxi's,
Nurse your headache as he lightens your bank balance,
Plays with the new car creating coughing modules;
He purrs to your call while the cabs enjoy the runs:
The third internet savvy links his performance,
Climaxes your F I formula breed on first date,
Smiles to trigger shivers down your crumbling spine,
Steps to touch land shying away from the moon shuttle flight.
Aspirant with NASA's body reduction fear:
Hungry fellow the fourth on a three wheeler drill,
Floating long white beard to check directional winds,
Deceiving looks to go straight he watches the right,
A four wheeler to bang around he would learn soon.
Reduced pay if you carry extra big burger's:
Forget the last four I am your best bet with gas,
Even bull carts envy my safe slender fast race,
Hundred miles a gallon 24 miles an hour to pace,
What if I need much tea sips to stay awake.
Veteran of Second World War generation:
The sixth battle weary survivor on the home front,
Can take on drivers in the front or rear attacks,
It is the body heat that makes me real mad,
Good Air conditioning is a must so beware.
Suspended drivers license fellows don't understand:
Last but not the least I am certainly not blind,
At night I don't drive have a wife to satisfy,
She worries about my blind date and kiss of fate,
As it is the bright ones do really scare me.
In the day you could watch the wet roads while I drive:
Throw a dice to bell the selected chauffeur real tight;
Updating your insurance cover would be right.
Categories:
modules, lifebody, car,
Form:
Free verse
The Param Atma manifests
In beings,
As creators in the lords footsteps.
He,
Expounding
The shackles of the soul,
For those undefined
Unconqured paths in nature;
Recreates new horizons
Undoing many more in the process,
And the line recedes each day,
Towards the unspecified, unknown.
Unfolding tracks, defining systems
To varying memory banks;
Somewhere,
He moves cracking natures codes,
Ciphering logics in the mayhem.
Bit by bit
Like
The Midas touch;
He changes
Pastures green to gold.
Tracking his building blocks,
Assigns relations within elements.
Byte by byte, data by data
Growing,
Discovering Boolans ‘I’s and ‘O’s,
Regenerating the roots, modules
And the entire
Configuration tree;
He eats
Into the apple from Eden,
With loads and loads of functions.
Till He hears
I am God;
And he creates the Creator.
Categories:
modules, computer-internet
Form:
Free verse
A
Ball
see it rise
like a
balloon
massive fire-disk reflects
sun on fine sheets of steel
skinned over heat foam all
connected on
a track of circles
pipes and control refined
layers gas filled
rise high into space
tanks compress gas
engines flare and drive toward
and orbit with the Moon and then to Mars
inside a chamber
plates cover spheres
modules with landing gear
for exploration
living quarters
oxygen and water manufacturing
some keep going to Mars and
others stay in Moon’s orbit to collect data
unmanned rockets
drive ships
recyclable into living space
one way ships sent daily
supply Moon base and Mars base are
recycled
new engines build
more modules in space
3 square miles of ship
opened out and locked together with
micro factories and labs
industry space and home
more modules to explore our solar system
and beyond
We need a new Moon base!
Who wants an ice cave on Mars?
money is
out there to
build the economy
sell
6 month trips to your own
Moon Base Hotel
just …
please, please stop killing each other
and if you must leave this world in search of freedom then
it is a big universe
build a new engine
not
a new bomb
spread mankind
not
end it
human race is on
find Moon Gold
wonder what a Mars diamond looks like
lay down the weapons now
pretty please with
jam on it
Categories:
modules, society, war, world,
Form:
Free verse