Best Munificent Poems
Farewell, au revoir, goodbye, convivial summer.
The day is late now, and the breeze is warmer.
A vacant ocean-side barricaded motel.
Wild geese are soon flying in lines as well.
Vacation homes drop their literate barricades.
This rich sweeping green tone will soon fade.
In this season, buds and fruits are abundant.
Melons and garden load are ardent.
Tanned skin, sailboats, and folded linen suits.
When the world is more positive than disputes,
Pollen irritates the sinuses of sensitive patients.
Now they've fled to the farm, the coast nascent.
Stop their passing endeavor at escape.
The Ferris wheel in LEGOLAND is agape.
The Cape no longer trades in quirkiness.
A glum family descends from the murkiness.
To welcome their offspring back from camp.
Mature year, scarlet maple boughs, raised scamp.
Sunburned shoulders disappear at summer's end.
Goodbye to the peasant's headband.
Goodbye storms and dirty white shoes.
Goodbye summer friends, pants, shorts, and cruse.
Farewell, tennis peculiar desire to be difficult.
Farewell picnics, ice tea, and plane trips, munificent.
Written: August 19, 2022
To Taste, Trenchant Flavor Of Her Soft Kiss
To taste, trenchant flavor of her soft kiss,
Under night skies' munificent moon rays,
Arcadian smile, touch I now so miss,
Her guileless wit, stirring soul to this day.
To touch yet again, lush lips so divine,
Feel her deep warmth that this soul still invades,
To remember waking, to dawns so fine,
Absent embarrassing human charades.
To hold her heart, as if sweet Life it gave,
Its beauty, her amatory appeals,
Gifts of Love's Truth, did this wayward soul save,
From sclerotic heart, that too oft Life kills.
To think ruminative thoughts and agree.
Such an angel was far too good for me.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-08-2019
Romanticism, ( A Blessing, Lost In Folly Of My Wayward Youth )
The mind of God
populates a universe
there is no distance between
the maker and the made
the expression and the source –
The Almighty speaks
and the sum of Him listens –
responds with creative elegance
we are designed by The Master
formed by the grace of His
Generous Heart, in the studio
of His Divine Nature
Love is His Template
love moves the brush
that blushes and highlights
Love sculpts and contours
refines and presents
The Forger of all canvases
and their gold-leaf frames –
the Architect of breath-full theaters, our
adorned castles of enchanting showcase
we inhabit, exalt, and are blessed to
personally proclaim –
we are living portraits...may
we animate, promoting deep
respect for the Munificent Artist of All
Being – Our Daily Bread! Amen.
Showcase of my favourite painted collection, a
Piled up for years, eventually being inaugurated, b
Without fail, what if colours were amalgamated ? b
No one could ever unveil my apprehension, a
Heart pouncing, breaths endured expansion, a
More and more to the colours as I concentrated, b
My senses shivered and swiftly hibernated, b
My passion, my hobby could not be my profession ! a
Neutral to doctor's innocuous advice on colour, c
Who proved out the reception on retina as deficient, d
Creator himself had prejudiced me in chromacy, e
Dreams of painting vibrant having lost all valour, c
As literary gained power, hues became munificent, d
Enriched in colors, now could be a pen's supremacy ! e
Written on 5/5/14
Sponsor- Craig Cornish
Contest- Miltonic sonnet
the man within me makes me who i am
he is the source of my being
And he controls my life and feelings
Spirit mixed with emotions and grieves
A Breath from the creator
On that faithful sixth day of creation
Natural being beyond description
He direct my steps,
As mother hen direct its chicks
spiritually being of old incarnation
physically invisible to the mortal eyes but,
spiritually visible to the immortals
its leaves as the body dies
just like a gas leaves from a container
To unknown destination only known to it
within, the voice speaks humbly
the ten commandment of mosaic law
Which order your ways purely and rightly
Humbly inserted to enforce holiness physically
when try to channel or control, it leaves you
leaves you to your bidden until you understand
it dying, fainted voice so friendly
conscience of mortal s are the man within
spiritual immortal, unchallengeable mountainous beast of value
friendly synonymous to the whirlwind
vanishable like the gas into the air
Beyond microscopic power when its leaves the body
it stimulate your pains and groans grievously when hurt
when in motion, it becomes mulish
to stop you from crimes
munificent ghost but very grievous
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The Almighty King
God in disguise, a pure soul of divinity,
No wonder the bona fide progeny of God you’re,
The great one highly esteemed for visionary you’re,
So genial and benign, no man as you exists so munificent;
The Grace, all hearts’ desire and the beacon,
Pray hundred more years you live on for the sake of
A million souls’ peace and wellbeing you care for.
So appeasing just your sight is, the balm to despair,
Joyous eyes’ grandeur and love of all hearts,
At all times hallowed thou shall remain and recalled,
Even the threat‘d sway no man against thee
‘Cause almighty you’re, the optimal clout beholder.
In you, our hope and assurance we perceive,
Ideal we see in you to emulate, your greatness,
Flame to our shadowed lives and succor in plight,
You ne’er let the famine creep in and starve us,
No evil you let it destroy our harmony
And no bloodshed you let our lives be taken,
But wishes fulfilled and smiles brought upon,
Bestowal of happiness upon us your deeds betoken.
The great, for your myriad services toward us,
Diffident would be our lips and soul discontented
To express utterance of gratitude with existing jargons,
For beyond measure is your divine humanity,
But deep within truly indebted are your partisans
And reverently,all kneel before you, the almighty King,
Greatest of the greats, the reason we so smile.
An epiphanic moment
pale dew drops clung to silky petals as
light breeze held wispy branchlets in its sway
blooms lay snug steeped in enigmatic scents,
waves pirouetting ,dainty in ascent
soon settled into ripples teasing seas
while mountains stood agape; tall silhouettes
of sand immortalised in castle shapes
bronze temple bells chimed mellific sweet tones
hymns circumambulated God's grand thrones
who poured their munificent boons across
the yearning ambience without restraint.
time bowed down to a standstill watching with
deep reverence; sky gleamed in bright azure
aligning solemnly with beaming sun.
and distant twilight slackened its keen steps
th a t e p I p h a n I c m o m e n t...
Date June 17 2017
Contest : Summer premier any theme any form max 25 lines sponsored by Brian Strand
Three lovers: by Trinity Chasara 14/3/14
I followed two bliss-drunk lovers
Down a country path
Through flitting shadow
The great void of silence
Soothing sweet waves of moonlight
Just to be close to the warmth
That did freely flow gently
Over gentle lips and flaming touches
Munificent creatures in the best entwine of desire
‘My beautiful lover,’ I heard him say
With voice tainted with faux of charm
And the hues of love did spread on her cheeks
Like the beauteous designs of butterflies
That in memory’s cathedral yawned litanies
Sprawled over random hypnotic motions
I looked and looked and drank the sight
Two blossoms warbling flatteringly
Over a dreamy delight
But like birds they did see the stranger
And flew away in flutter
Down the clustered weeds
Of a surreptitious quest
Oh My God. Thank You for being so forgiving ~
He mercifully pardons those who are haughty and rude
Ones who have an impertinent, ill-mannered attitude
If you believe in him, you should mirror his kind ways
instead of willfully hurting others with word or phrase
My God's heart is filled with love. It's not cold as stone
Mend your blunt ways. Make amends for them...atone
God smiles upon us for the good things we do and say
He knows when we hurt others and when we go astray
My God is generous because he has given us the world
so bow your head, say a prayer, and be a good old girl
He knows every move we make, so for goodness sake,
be nice or the ground beneath your feet might shake.
Yes, my God is munificent, asking that we show our love
to our brothers and sisters. He's watching from up above.
With these lines of truth, I give praise to God and decree,
they were written to extol one's faults in poetic mimicry.
Declarative mantras in tenacious pulchritude
reiterate the unbound verisimilitude.
The cohorts cannot comprehend the vicissitude.
Learning and judgments are encumbered in lassitude.
My thoughts are accomplished extemporaneously,
although they are all confronted adversatively.
Examples of life’s essences contrary to me,
adulterated by each potent adversary,
appear contiguous with each stark antonymy.
I seek honest truth from an external faculty.
I search for a scrupulous freelance authority.
Though time is quick, I seek this elusive entity.
I beseech your unencumbered intact allotment.
This installment will help elucidate my judgment.
Will supplies be exhausted in a fleeting moment?
Be munificent in this required fulfillment.
Studying the face’s familiar eyes
Compelled to ask, “Who are you?”
In a cant voiced riposte he said
“Wealthy and destitute”,
“I am impartial and prejudiced”,
“Compassionate and derisive”,
“I am modest and narcissistic”,
“Munificent and niggardly”,
“I am astute and imprudent”,
“Dignified and indecorous”,
“Each piece of this puzzle is me”,
“And I am the puzzle in entirety”
My mirrored face then audaciously asked,
“Now tell me…who are you?”
Contrary to the forlorn attitude,
Thrive for the bliss of solitude,
The vulnerable gets incapacitated,
Keep spark of optimism inside alive !
Helpless gets sturdy, will not mentally die,
Heaps of benevolence, keeps living a lie,
Struggles till the woes get precipitated,
Spark of hope always burns alive !
Languishing tribulations seem incumbent,
A muscular man declared impotent,
Munificent heart asthenic and debilitated,
Spark of hope still stays alive !
Miseries are vaporous, only if comprehend,
Toreador if be, will turn vilipend,
Embrace potvaliancy, rather remain paralysed,
Must keep spark of hope alive !
Written on 1/5/14
Sponsor- Cyndi and Tim
Theme- helpless
Now for contest- ur fav poem u hv ever written
Sponsor- Carol Eastman
My fav coz it's reality based, true feelings of helplessness of the one concerned
and mine .
Now for contest- Vibrant verse 2
Sponsor- Charlotte Puddifoot
2nd Elergy For Auntie Betty Akinyi Oyugi.
Life is scattered.
By Juno Byron(Junior).
Life is a balloon
Inflated full
A'n given to a baboon
Wherefore? though white as wool
Life is a pot
Resting on her head
With water it got
Cool cold as the dead
Life is a charcoal
Collected in a heap higher
Statued to make a roll
Waiting for th' great fire
Life is a nestling
Inside a nest
Lonely chirping
Built over a river to rest
Life is a live band
Played once enthusiastically
Made of a good brand
If played 'ice- loses weight drastically
Life is a flower
That once blossom
Then dry at summer
In the fields at random
Life is ice cream
Scooped into a warm tongue
And melts dim dim dim as a dream
Whose alarm has rung
Life is scattered
Broken
'nd can not be gathered
Yours,mine,hers,ours,his shan't be remembered.
Assiduous Betty is gone!
Charitable Akinyi is gone!
Benignant Oyugi is gone!
Munificent Betto is no more!
Time is a good friend
We shall plant and harvest
And all shall we'll end
When we believe in Christ.
Slow and subtle, mellow and munificent.
Stripes of selflessness run through her veins.
But there’s something about her that
I can’t describe.
It’s love, deep love- spinning its wheels,
It never ends. Sacrifice, kiss goodbye
and cut loose, for love. Undying
of myriad attempts for happiness
For those she has left.
It’s faith-
We will meet again.
To everyone she has lost,
She will find her way.
It’s courage- fighting
Against wolves, against rabbits
all alone. In that gnarly, crooked life
all alone. All alone.
The grief of bereavement,
‘GRAND’mother was so young!
The grief of dependence,
‘GRAND’mother is old!
It’s something nature’s done,
Enlighten, Empower, Entrench our ways,
Pawn or Queen.
My grandmother, a hero
A role model,
Her ways shine.
I can see her in the mirror,
She can see me too.
She is inside me, I feel it.
She feels it too.
We both know,
Land or Water, Dusk or Dawn
Holocaust or Home, Heaven or Hell,
Her time will never end.
She’s an inspiration to the world.
fine collectibles
nature’s munificent gifts ~
infinite treasure