Best Nays Poems
Afterglow: The pleasant remembrance of a past experience
Afterglow
When I think of afterglow, my cheeks,
my whole body becomes tinted, as
the skies in passionate throes of sunset.
What is this makeup we wear, this blush,
the maddening red dye of cascading hair?
Touch, not in sight, but the hide’n seek
of mountains and valleys, limbs and bush.
The afterglow of eyes, hidden in space,
a darkness with flickering stars of fantasy.
Words mostly moaned and moist, measured
by the brilliant treasury of two in oneness.
Forgetfulness of being grounded; flying
with forgotten memories of all in all.
Afterglow of hours, after the vanilla moon
and bubbly champagne, or just a restless day.
The yes, oh yes, not the nays. The bursting
of energy, then a melody of yawns. At dawn,
the colors through metamorphosis of night
have faded, plant the feet from silky sheet
to solid ground. Don’t worry, there are rounds
of such, that are not found in a one night stand.
The marriage bed may seem one and done,
the same sun, moon and stars. You don’t know
how the whole heavenly body draws closer
to examine two as one flesh, quite curious.
Curious the knowledge you find when
you get to know the whole park, punctuated
by a segment of life, the volcanic thundering,
the seasonal depths, the arrest of breaths.
Afterglow shall remain in generation after generation.
After all is said and done, cliché style
(Forgive me if this does not rhyme, I'm moving
Past rhyme for the sake of rhyme)
You will have gone away rich and returned for more
Because you thought you knew what you needed
To feel loaded, fulfilled and needed
You thought you knew your needs
And had articulated and defined them to a tee
You knew all the similes that ran parallel to your feelings
But those were nothing more than thoughts
Which is why a mind is such a terrible thing to have
You thought
You knew the right ingredients for happiness
Just the right mix
To make laughter and an electrifying smile
A happy ever after which, you thought
Existed in cash and came contained
In bags of gold marked with silver linings
which you carried a thousand miles
Only to end up clutching a plastic smile
Because all the nonsense you collected turned out
To have a mind of its own
So, you met yourself returning from that place and thinking
Was I better off before I became better off
Or did I believe a lie? Of course, you were drunk then
And you certainly are drunk now
Except you have no idea what it is. You're in the dark like me
And even now I hear a chorus of ayes and nays
And someone letting out a wry laugh and shouting amen
Because the bottom line is this; this will resonate
Even if it doesn't. I will let you be the judge of that
Folks trying to nod and shake their heads at the same time
Take it easy people, this is exactly what you think it is
Name it what you will. If the cap fits, I suggest you wear it
And so, cliché style, you returned
To the place from which you had returned
Because enough was not enough. You wanted more
But needed less of more and more of less
And fortunately, or unfortunately, about this you were clueless
All that glittered was just a bag full of humus
And once you admitted this to yourself a new light shone
And you wondered how come you'd missed this all along
But couldn't dwell on that because you had better things to do
In the end you gave away all the matters that had mattered
And in half breaths cursed and muttered
Words and phrases too precious to repeat in this space
In the end you were richer without the riches
And much more comfortable without the restraining breeches
From a society that had always wanted to define and control your mind
With a golden circle of life
People swimming in ice
More sheeps than migrants of fife
Supple, jolly faces speaking so nice
A place so safe to reside
Viking's tongue so rich to hide
Lovers of books, elves in skirmish
Folklore of nooks, shelves of the bookish
Old democracy, noble Parliament
Delightful delicacy, nourishing not feculent
Old Norse, historical and eloquent
Language of the adepts, minds so evident
Thirteen days before Christmas
Thirteen Yulelads moving around
Thirteen nays for spoiled isthmus
Thirteen Santas with ice cream in mound
Land so free, with ice run so deep
In veins and blood, rich in culture they keep
Ten drops of drink, fun for free
Iceland in wink, pun marvels with glee
A day comes with a
morning dew,
For the words, less
to cope all few,
The breezy wave and
tweeting eyes,
Of rising sun, view
the Himalaya highs,
The trancing
eclipses and
faltering trees,
Held me there,
caught me freeze,
And the prevailing
dusky downy haze,
To falling cascade
of ivory rays,
Where I hied to let
it chase,
This beautiful
bounty widespread
haze,
I look & look, with
a glance and gaze,
With winking eyes
with hot cap,
I observed their
silent nap,
And whence the sun
rise and set,
Sparrow and humming
beak to get,
Food to survive and
maintain life,
And live on sharp
edgy curvy stemy
knife,
Above the grove and
in dense forest,
Where harmonious
peace dwells in the
nest,
Where leaves
levitate and birds
hove,
And oscillate with
desire, solidarity
in love,
A bird in this
hustle bustle,
Jingle jangle and
trilling rustle,
Are not base
generations, it’s
true so,
They rise through
reincarnation, and
grow,
Up to our believe
and reckon,
They are alive and
born,
I ask my conscience
where to hike,
Stood here and there
or by riding bike,
To feel the scent of
this rainy December,
Over my worries and
lethargy to
remember,
His never-ending
silence to end
daylight,
Made one statue,
stunned one bright,
And I put my towel
to have a shower,
This congeal water
pierces me by power,
Oh ablution is
enough for adequacy,
Count on, fend off
with sufficiency,
And when I walk on
flossy meadow,
The emerald tint
fell a shadow,
Upon my eyes to
sensory nerves,
Where the earth,
laid with several
curves,
The invigoration of
spirit rises up
more,
On rambling off and
on, this grassy
floor,
Over this belt with
buoying ways,
No alternate of this
land, O nays,
Where I felt about
flying upon,
Falling, right left,
up and down,
Then I move here and
there, up-to sun
height,
To meet buoyantly
this sunny light,
The sun with
magnetic warm and
beguile,
This morning with
candelabra wile,
Cause a man to wake
and woke,
Sing a flute while
sitting under an
oak,
How this mean, a
life less of
leisure,
Won’t you thrill
this grudgingly by
measure,
A world, an
embarrassment of
riches,
And a life with
plenty of beach’s.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
Rise slowly from eastward, O western setting sun! Blaze
Anew! Get up, swell the human spirit says
Your constant companion moon of days,
Lending wonder to cardinals, chickadees and ‘jays
Who constantly concertize and amaze
Passersby who are in awe of the glaze
Of glory you send! The laze
Of summer creeps upon the landscape, pays
A visit with the promise of ways
To leisurely wind our maze
Through vines tightly wound and gaze
Upon seashore, sand, and plum trees which raise
Our thoughts to delightful eating pleasures; a craze
Of oranges, cinnamons, and chocolates; sways
On breezes, lightly dancing across a phase
Of the setting sun; with piercing yeas
I cheer, settling on her face, the autumnal haze
Reflecting in counterpoint to raze
Prior passages and issue nays!
Recreate browns and grays
Metamorphosizing to new clays!
Two Words – Redux Three
Wax
Wane
Big
Train
Hood
Wood
Tooth
Booth
Gosh
Posh
Purple
Pink
Kitchen
Sink
Ice
Rink
Nays
Ways
Moon
Shine
Vinegar
Brine
Wild
One
Hun
Pun
Smart
Enough
Not
Tough
Prince
Wince
Ping
Pong
Bong
Dong
Real
Thing
Voice
Hoarse
Winning
Horse
Grasshopper
Stridulate
Cosmic
Force
Too
Much
Not
Enough
Poll
Toll
Pool
Tool
Duel
Fool
Bread
Roll
Place
Race
Brawl
Tall
Ace
Chase
Bath
Wrath
Back
Rub
Bone
Daddy
Phone
Mommy
Bingo
Bango
Exciting
Tango
Fango
Jango
Play
Piano
Porky
Pig
Dance
Jig
Hour
Tower
Flower
Power
Witch
Hazel
Nose
Nasal
Eye
Brow
Black
Cow
Bow
Wow
Fat
Man
Diet
Plan
Circus
Politics
Dirty
Sure
Facts
Blur
Sham
Shame
Many
Blame
Propel
Excel
Pain
Contain
All
Same
Total
Insane
Pica
Print
Time
Went
Odor
Vent
Pint
Tint
Rile
Pile
Gomer
Pyle
Vex
Hex
Hey
Tex
Tyrannosaurus
Rex
Flex
Perplex
Flick
Fleck
Bird
Peck
Oh
Heck
Card
Deck
Slick
Wick
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 2, 2018 (Short-Form Free Verse)
I’m most in need of a pure dentition
to make each of my flow stay correct
I fall to her hype of perfection
on each of her ten Nays, I resurrect
the ship sail gets bad on navigation
my mast so shy and not for once erect
one hit and more give the irrigation
wets my big hope with her nod direct
a new dawn but seem not from the sun
the race was long on a rose who’s the run
it is the end and I give a big yawn
I now hold her hand and think time will bend
all love SMS gets real on each send
she’s now in love, this I can’t comprehend.
Never let me go, my Creator-Saviour…
…now that I’m Your named child, grace-in-need;
Nestle my heart within Your love’s nostril
Nail me in Your nearness as to You I draw nigh.
Never let me go, Omnipotent Lord…
…neither allow me succumb to bad new's noise;
Nurture my soul with spiritual nobility
Nourish me midst negligence-naughtiness.
Never let me go, my Guardian Friend…
…no, not in my necessities;
Navigate my neck’s diligence-numbness at night
Notify me midst nuances of doubt-nays’ net.
Never let me go, my Divine Leader…
…nowhere when nastiness negates my nod
Nudge my faith from novice nettles
Negotiate for me against sinfulness-nadir nabs.
Never let me go, my Almighty God…
…nor loosen me toward numberless pride-notches from Your nest;
Note my nakedness as without You I’m nothing*
Nurse me by Your divine nature, nonetheless necessary.
*John 15:5 I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.
March 26, 2019
2nd place, "Pick A Title, Vol.3 Alliteration" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 4/24/2019.
"Limpid pools of prevarications laid down and to the left.The ayes and nays of what lay between us , belie sweet spoken claims of truth.A Chalice filled with promise is naught but empty if held and turned the same. Once upright empty , still ; as silent as a plea unaswered . The void of need unfilled.To late to slake a Knightly thirst. Lips parched and broken , will never hold that cup upright.While misbegotten fools grasping crudely , face her to the ground. With vulgar jibes and leers they sit and drink their fill of She who suffers the slings and arrows of fools thrown coppers for the Goddess , in Whom they don't believe. James Patrick Kail August 4th 2012"
Today I feel sublime.
In awe, it's my time!
High emotions, ring ding, chime.
I feel fine, you know!
So happy I'm breathless.
Dawn's elation is endless.
Goodness is honed, sharply in focus.
I feel fine, you know!
I've forsaken the half-life.
Excised the nays with knife.
Yeah's and OK's now rife.
I feel fine, you know!
Destiny's equation rewritten.
Now, zest and zeal emblazon
My mood, buoyant with beacon
I feel fine, you know!
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29 April 2018
A big fat moon begins to raise
as Halloween gives her appraise
the cat grins, then paw with nays
as the night howls with malaise.
November 16, 2019
I chose image # 2
Contest Name: Good Luck Halloween
July 5 Scripture Meditations Based on Proverbs 28
Key Verse – Proverbs 28:5 Evil men understand not judgment: but they that seek the LORD understand all things.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR GRANTING ME UNDERSTANDING
Thank You for granting me understanding of Your Word
Whenever I seek You without being bored
Becoming prayerful along Your provision-rays
Surely learning from Your statutes I taste as sweet apple, not bitter gourd.
Thank You for granting me understanding of Your ways
Whenever I trust You without delays
Becoming prayerful along Your provision-rays
Surely depending on Your answers of yeas and nays.
Thank You for granting me understanding of Your wisdom
Whenever I prioritize You without feelings of stardom
Becoming eager to advance Your kingdom
Surely enjoying through Your spiritual freedom.
Thank You for granting me understanding of Your worthiness
Whenever I fellowship with You without guiltiness
Becoming delighted with Your holiness
Surely repenting of my sinfulness while begging for Your forgiveness.
Thank You for granting me understanding of Your will
Whenever I abide in You without hypocrisy to stay still
Becoming focused on triumphant Calvary’s hill
Surely obeying Your commandments upon Your promises that fulfill.
Thank You for granting me understanding of Your watch-care
Whenever I hide in You without fears’ nightmare
Becoming grateful that You behold me with Your loving stare
Surely praising Your name in my saved-secured welfare.
Thank You for granting me understanding of Your work-winning
Whenever I labour for You without resigning
Becoming strengthened through Your faith-refining
Surely following Your light for testimony-shining.
July 5, 2022
Time's gears move trickling
At the speed of sound,
Jotting verbs and urges
To make it sexy selling
Souls for fat drunken minutes
Draping rustic yeas and nays
To the critic, it's his job, you know.
Guys waiting, in line with their own,
To catch a glimpse and rote autograph
Signed 231 times today,
Stand and be worshipped,
Exiled author,
Tear down that wall,
Sweat the sweat of the sweet
Sweet sinner.
Crowned immaculate, and hung out to dry,
Beloved, curtsy god-given, and
Pull tight a freedom flag.
Abiding in God’s love, I abound in His grace
Blessed with His salvation of eternal life’s rays
I live for the Lord in His might thru all my days.
Guided by the Holy Spirit for righteous ways
Assured am I to triumph in my Christian race.
Illumined thru His Word along faith-ushered pace
Led by His truth, I’m prospered* upon service-base.
Quest for His favor, I do with His sovereign mace
Upheld against deceitful yeas or scheming nays
Imparted with divine nature of holy brace.
Zealously, He meets my needs devoid of delays
Offering sweet fellowships where I seek His face...
Now and forever, I thank Him with wondrous praise.
III John 2 Beloved, I wish above all things that thou mayest prosper and be in health, even as thy soul prospereth.
Acrostic with monorhyme
October 17, 2018
Happy Birthday, Abi. It’s my prayer that the Lord will continually bless you as you live for Him.
You would have known
If you'd had the sense to have lingered long
Enough to have figured out how things worked
And what gave weight to matters of worth
You would have known what was known
And what you didn't know
And the extent to which you didn't know it
You would have known
Enough to make your ignorance seem noble
To provoke thought about thought
Even with thoughtless thought
And to elicit ayes and nays with little said
You would have known
If you had stopped yourself from taking off
You would have learned some and known
How to tinker with text and make high sentence
Manipulating thought to make sense
You would have known more and more
And mastered notions
Tweaking facts to suit your taste
Or to please, feed or appease emotion
You would have known
The intricacies of the processes of thought
And learned how to follow people
And to lead people, not by force
But through choice, having mastered thought
Most importantly your own
And used what was known to give more
To get more or to appear to be more
You would have known
The mechanics of language
How to make a verbal sandwich
And keep people coming back for more
Wanting
Wanting to know
Wanting others to know
Wanting others to know they were in the know