Best Moreover Poems
Trying to get myself together,
I book my dentist appointment.
In the waiting room I sit.
Finally, they call me,
I sit on the all familiar dentist chair.
Looking up, the light shines on my eyes,
Giving my headache advancement,
I close my eyes.
Suddenly they speak of cavities.
“Would you like to get fillings today?” they ask.
Sure, I thought aloud.
They numb my mouth,
Nothing I felt, they asked me one more question.
“Would you like the gas to feel more comfortable?”
“Yes please”, I replied.
Next thing you know I am gazing off,
It leads to my mind wondering, I feel strange.
Images of all my emotions pop up,
They start to seem more real.
I am off into a deep sleep,
Me sitting in a chair carrying my son,
He opened his longing eyes,
My heart felt the joy of this dream.
I was rocking him so peacefully,
My little angel came to me in a deep sleep.
I wake from the drilling of my teeth feeling at peace,
The dentist told me of how peaceful I seemed,
Moreover, of how tired I must have been that I fallen asleep.
No idea they had of how restless I was,
Nor that I am a grieving mother who had just lost a piece of her heart.
I did not expect to had left the dentist feeling happy,
I had a vision a created memory that put me at peace.
Crazy you might think but I look forward to my next dentist appointment.
~My son Bael forever in my heart and if I’m lucky in my dreams he will visit me~
A strange blue rose - alone
midst an array of clustered flowers -
a few of them her friends -
the shy violets, lovely white lilies, and bold marigolds.
In the gracious garden spot the traveler singled her out -
his gaze resting admiringly upon her.
Each day as he passed that spot,
she was the one he sought. . .
And day by day the traveler came around,
speaking through the fence softly in sweet sounds
that wafted her way with the wind.
Persistent wasp, in guise of a honeybee,
he tried so hard to wear that flower down. . .
till unexpectedly, he strode right through the gate,
and blissfully ignorant of a rose's care,
plucked her up, swept her high up into the air,
and uprooted that blue rose from her safe soil.
But he did not a gardener make.
Knowing nothing of roses,
he knew very little of any flower he pursued.
Moreover, one mere blue rose cannot long compete
with the other bright fanciful flowers
which, along that traveler's path, he was sure to meet.
Those soft whispered words
that caressed her blossomed cheek
soon ceased.
And the water to her soul (if a rose has a soul,
he did not care to know), stopped its flow.
Scars he left -
new thorns on her stem that grew outward
from his cruel cut,
but she'd go on. . . .
Long time replanted now in solid refuge ground,
the strange blue rose
has gained self-understanding,
that one thing for himself (she imagines)
which the traveler she so briefly knew
has never found.
From somewhere far beneath,
My father's face is rising to replace my own.
Each year the brightly silvered surface of my mirror
Reveals some other common feature
Pushing its way to the fore.
The silver of the years finds its way
Into the hair retreating at the same rate;
Years marching forward as the hairline marches back
In lockstep time. What's left shines
With the wintry distinction of age.
Whose eyes are these that now look out
From beneath my brow? Are these the eyes that watched my child in sleep,
Or now those elder eyes that watched over me so long ago?
What self is that at rest behind my silvered temples,
That rests its thoughts so heavy on these things?
Photos of the two of us together
Show the kinship of expression
The matching etchings of experience
That leave no doubt
As to the common blood by which we're bound.
I can no longer view myself
Without his presence being there as well;
Moreover, the image of his father
Shows the like upwellings in him.
The visage of the man who came before
The three of us I've never seen;
But I deem it probable there was little difference,
So back this face we share may go, ad infinitum.
Every face is a story
Of the life and its ways that shaped it.
This being so, I cannot help but feel ennobled
By the lines and lessons which have been passed to me.
This is the face I shall carry
From now to the end of my days.
My I tend it, and wear it, well.
We all
Shareholders of good and evil are
Since
This world we share the same.
But
Though the dividend of good, we rush to cash in
The
Dividend of evil we leave unclaimed
Hoping
Someone else would show up to
Cash in the blame!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 March 2019
* Getting the honor of POTD, I would like to thank all my
good friends who visit and comment on my poems!
Moreover, I would like to thank the officials of PoetrySoup
who were so kind to honor this little poem of mine!
why i write
I sit here now and think about today,
Tomorrow and yesterday.
The choices I have made both good and bad,
The one that made me happy and
And the ones that made me sad.
The people I have known and the friends I have made,
Some have left my life and some have stayed.
Some by choice and some by fate,
But all the times we had were oh so great.
The memories I have tucked away in my mind,
Will help me through this difficult time.
For where I am now is not where I want to be,
Moreover, my future is unknown and I cannot see.
However, I will try to be strong and overcome,
This path that that feels so overrun.
With loneliness and heartache and tears,
For I may not have left too many years.
I write my poems to ease and clear my mind,
To leave my thought and feelings behind.
But not to forget or put aside,
All the things I feel inside.
Someday I will make a book
Of the poems that I have took.
From in my heart so deep inside
And share them with the world with pride.
Written by
Nancy Stoy
06/25/2013
I choose to be happy each day
no matter what blocks the sun's rays.
I'll still jump, catch the train,
do sun dance in the rain;
and then gather today fresh flowers bouquet.
I choose to be glad and be grateful,
to count all my blessings, be cheerful.
I may go up then under,
but keep on and I ponder;
it feels good to do things and be joyful .
I choose to be a smile in the night,
a spark in the dark that burns bright;
to someone who’s down,
a laughter and clown,
moreover a channel of joy and delight.
11 September 2015
For Casarah's Get Happy 101 Contest
"I Am Fire"
I am an all consuming one
overpowering any and all!
When I am spreading
and you're in my pathway
most definitely you will fall!
Everyone feels my presence,
nothing can escape my wrath!
Ashes and smoke
make everyone choke,
for those are my aftermath!
My flames, they dance,
they writhe, they soar!
They command the utmost attention!
I am alive, my color is red!
I'm beyond anyone's comprehension!
I dance and play on the surface of the sun!
There is no mistaking my light!
All I need is the tiniest spark,
I cause fright when I do ignite!
When people see me coming to life
eyes widen and fear takes over!
If I touch anything that's combustible
it's mine in time and moreover....
They scream, they yell,
they cry out my name,
my flames laugh with heated desire!
I am a mighty, fiery one!
I can be the unquenchable fire!!!
Strangely though
I am used to describe
many, many things in life!
From fiery passions, to flames of love
I am the catalyst for strife!
WHO AND WHAT CAN STOP ME?
Oh That!!!
I've only one fear I can't slaughter!
Take that away!!!
Don't bring that near me!!!
"DON'T YOU DARE COME NEAR
WITH THAT WATER!!!"
WTA-IV 3/15/2016
There once was a picture that wormed itself into my reverie
On a gray, cloudy morning, whilst it was raining and cold.
In this one picture were four slices of toast and five beverages.
Three glasses held tea the color of honey, and two were raspberry tinted.
Somehow it was important to me that the toast was suspended
In the air above the table by two glasses, like bookends.
For a moment I wondered who had achieved this strange feat, and why;
But then my thoughts turned to how my life was like that toast,
Suspended in air by forces counteracting gravity,
And any moment a passerby might jar the table, destroying the illusion
Of serenity and stability. I've seen people's lives change as quickly.
For the most part, everything seems to go well for them,
Then there is a turning point, after which nothing seems to be right.
Anything can trigger it; the loss of a child or job,
A spouse, or the home in which they have always lived.
Moreover, there is no reasoning to whom it happens;
Just like a careless passerby might bump a table,
And four slices of toast fall to the table, or the ground.
(Poem is written in Prose form)
...... Part 3 ......
The old wolf creeps, the old wolf leaps
on prey he’s been a’ trackin’ –
a deer adorned with branchin’ horns
is torn by beasts attackin’.
The morning quakes, a shadow shakes,
tined antlers left a’ lyin’,
and spattered spots and scarlet clots
repaint the point o’ dyin’.
A magpie flies with frightened eyes
(on ebon wings a’ wavin’),
spies wolfin’ jaws and sated maws
of wolves no longer cravin’.
The snowdrift clears, a cool wind veers,
a dying breath, moreover –
a wraith appears, with shaggy ears,
(one droopin’ down, hung over).
Dawn’s sunbeams crowd, ignite a cloud,
its threaded strands a’ weavin’.
The pack awakes and twists and shakes,
for soon it’s time for leavin’;
it’s bleak, it chills on shallow hills,
as she-wolfs come a’ nuzzlin’,
but north winds scold, the wolf lies cold,
the pack stands back a’ puzzlin’.
On crimson snows neath perchin’ crows,
the pack abides a’ guardin’;
while nights are tight with Harpy kites,
the she-wolves wait an’ harden,
until a groanin’ blizzard stones
the barren forest stowin’
his shaggy ears beneath the weirs,
with icy hails ’a blowin’.
The storm abates and terminates,
the glacial wind’s subsidin’;
the past is past or passin’ fast
and life goes on abidin’.
The herds, today, roam far away,
not thinkin’ of the dyin’;
the pack’ll stray from day to day,
’a stalkin’ hard and tryin’.
As spring sneaks forth upon the north,
they’re lean without their leader.
A she-wolf (bound with belly round)
strains neath a budding cedar.
Upon the morn a whelp is born
(the future forest drover)
in new frontiers, with shaggy ears
(one droopin’ down, hung over).
......End......
Mesmerized by silence
the maiden sips the chalice
dipping drink in pilonce
entertaining life without malice
indulgence fills the music
into the cup she holds
sifted in sobriety dousing with fluid
til the limitless path unfolds
to savor is her destruction
she must be careful of a fall
for the entirety of life's instruction
she'll learn to heed the call
maybe it will relinquish
the magic that it bids
and binding won't distinguish
between the garbage it rids
moreover this gift is freedom
but not ever to be free
the punishment is thrice beaten
will she refrain I guess we shall see
Emotions diverse
'pon reading your verse
laughing and crying spontaneous
face a-beaming
tears a-streaming
joyful and sad smile-utaneous
My head is swollen
my heart all but stolen
wending across the vast pond
may stars shine my smiles
on you o'er the miles
of whom I'm mutually fond
I'm honored; moreover
positively bowled over
by your verse with acumen penned
of untold pleasure
your writ I will treasure
crack poet and much-cherished friend
TO TERRELL MARTIN, A WORDSMYTHE OF NOTE
HAPINESS
HAPPINESS is when you and I, are not STRESS
HAPPINESS is when we are feeling and experiencing being BLISS and BLESS
and, moreover, HAPPINESS, is when we are HIGH ABOVE with much, much LOVE and not with LESS, or a MESS.
In addition, HAPPINESS is when we are HAPPY and not SNAPPY; furthermore, HAPPINESS is when the HEART is feeling STRONGER and FONDER with the real BEAUTIFUL and VITAL THINGS and BEINGS of LIFE without the GRIEF and the STRIFE.
As a matter of fact, HAPPINESS is when you and I, are FREE with lots of JUBILEE mentally and spiritually; also when we have RISE above the NEGATIVE THINGS of LIFE through WISDOM, KNOWLEDGE and with the infinite UNDERSTANDING of the MOST HIGH, LOVE, GOD and our CREATOR, LOVE HIMSELF, through POSITIVITY and MORALITY.
Above all and overall, true HAPPINESS, is when you, me and or the whole wide world, have opened up our EYES and MINDS; or our HEARTS to the SPIRITUAL THINGS in LIFE that money cannot buy; that we cannot SELL for any PRICE. In a nutshell, HAPPINESS is a GIFT from GOD, and not only that, but that it is a GIFT that is PRICELESS, and not TASTELESS; nor ENDLESS. Shalom and be happy. poem written by. (Crystal) Yehuwdiyth Y. Yisrael
"Let him who is without sin cast the first stone", said The Master. Her accusers walked away, leaving the offender alone with The Master. Like our own, the sins of David are more than meets the eye, and I suspect if walls could talk, all the universe would cry. But God has been known to highlight certain sins for the record of man. We are then left without excuse, and all the world can clearly understand. David's sin of adultery with Bathsheba reveals the problem of LUST, and adultery follows lust like hunger pains before a forbidden meal. David's sin of murder against Uriah reveals the problem of FEAR, and fear is often the antecedent and driving force of murder.
David's sin of numbering his people reveals the problem of PRIDE. The sin was not about the census, but the 'Big I' and the 'Big Me' inside. And pride is one of the seven deadly sins and most destructible. Attitudes of 'Look at me and my accomplishments' are never acceptable. Such pride is one sin inherited by Adam's seed which includes all of us. Moreover, a humility that says, "Look at what the Lord is doing", is a must. David's sin of moving the Ark of the Covenant reveals the problem IGNORANCE. In all endeavors of life, without regards to motive, God is to be consulted before acting.
030520PoSp Inspired by James 1:14
030520PoSp Inspired by James 1:14
First and above all
He dreamt me up, had me in regards
Prior to conceived, befit me for salvation
Timely was parturient into realm that was, is and forever will be
Little nothing known I, wholly out-and-out shed He supreme priceless blood.
Could He resent dying on the woods?
Nail-pierced palms’ no hilarity
Doubtlessly fleshly heart as mine was His
Torment and anguish trepidation interweave
Extremity heartbeats.
Shudder to death in imagination of His death knowledge
Evoke mocking and disdains and beatings with cursing render repentance
How innocence turned guilty for wrongs
Cleansed as filthy garment purged in blood to whiteness
Had I gone onto altar for me, I’d fail acceptance as offering.
Lamb worthily solitary slain, sins exonerate
What shall I repay Lord demise on intersection?
His is silver, gold own I not, words of mouth thanking Him the Lord gave
What feasibly of value can I, for Jesus do, equate that He’s done on the cross?
Instead, “Thank you King Messiah, Lover of my soul.”
Who else is worthy to open the scroll breaking seven seals?
Who can go to God arbitrating iniquities?
Only Jesus Christ the Son of the Living God High above in holy heaven on glorious throne
Moreover He’s Love of my heart
None other is Life and Counsel.
He deserves honor and glory and majesty and worship from all
Described as Wonderful, Marvelous, Precious and Adorable
Nothing alike to Him; be it on lands, in depth of waters or yonder horizons
No one matches His standards, but His love endures human imperfections
He is the Almighty, Omniscient, Omnipotent, Omnificent, and Omnipresent.
His name is Jesus-The One and the Only ONE, besides Him is no other than He
Blessed be the name of Jesus forever and ever.
Amen!
If a “friend” cancels you like a stamp, they never were you
friend in the first place!
Friends give people space to be themslves! They welcomed you,
and trusted you in their heart’s space,
Moreover, not one of us wants a friend, that thinks they are a god.
A Mr.or Mrs, stuffed shirt, an inelligensia of know it all?
A friend need not be a Ph,D to us, nor flash her or hishatred in our face.
That is an inhumane, arrogant disgrace!
Just someone who truly cares about us, who and honors us as we are!
With understanding, grace andd gentleness, of and compassion beyond par!
And always remembers.. we all part of the human race,
By God’s most kind and generous holy grace.
Hatred and genocide in any, a hideous and ugly face!
1/26/2025