Best Number Poems
“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.” Matthew 5:5
Jesus said, “Blessed are the meek.”
It’s better - turn the other cheek
than let yourself lose self-control.
Vengeance will rob you of your soul.
A humble person is not weak.
Jesus said, “Blessed are the meek.”
When we use self-discipline,
we show God’s power from within!
God implied to stand for others -
not ourselves, but for our brothers.
Jesus said, “Blessed are the meek.”
Be thoughtful and with kindness speak!
The world is filled too much with pride.
Submit to God; be on His side!
If peace on earth is what you seek,
Jesus said, “Blessed are the meek.”
For Beata Agustin's 'BEATITUDE RHYMING POEM' Poetry Contest
From 1/15/2012
“One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do”(?) - Three Dog Night
One - The Number of My Name
A melody I knew so long ago
comes echoing its lyrics through my mind.
It’s telling me through modern radio -
how hard aloneness is and how unkind!
Reflecting on its words, I have to say,
I rather like the number one - I do!
I spend a large part of my life each day
alone! For me, this time has had great value.
No sadness do I feel to be alone.
Around the world, thanks to technology,
are friends I chat with. When I’m on my own,
I do fun things like writing poetry!
Determined and creative, I get things done
because the number of my name is One!
*Number 1 is just ONE of my three main numbers. If you want to know YOUR three numbers, including the number of your name, please see the links in my notes!
Here In The Now, Amidst Fleeing Of Twilight
Here in the now, amidst the pale twilight
that fleeting moment, - dying of the night
that most precious air, - dying of the light
cometh, morn's breath, - its beautiful new sight.
Here in the now, within mind's newest eye
that pondering thought, - let my spirit fly
that exquisite joy, - sweetest tears I cry
cometh, renewed hope, - truth I'll not deny.
Here in the now, as that whisper so thrills
that divine promise, - love needing no pills
that merciful vow, - relief from world's ills
cometh, beautiful truth, - love over-spills.
Here in the now, amidst fleeing of twilight
That stirring moment, - waking God's divine might.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-01-2020
Sonnet, ( A dream, A promise, A sweet renewing of faith )
Syllables Per Line:
0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 11 11
Total # Syllables:142
Total # Words:112
Note (1.):
Poem born from a dream last night
awakening to a day so bright
as twilight's new rays therein gift,
sweet poetic words to uplift,
heart and soul into joyous praise
relief was born from dark malaise.
Note (2.)
A new month, a vow to have a new and positive new start.
To attempt to compose more positive and uplifting verse.
To deny the dark clouds that attempts to overcome
To walk in the light and deny the dark that seeks to destroy....
Impressive
Vice presidential
Walking on lily pads
Sinking within illusions
Snow drops bloom
Wisdom is waking
Darkness fades
Light pervades
We all seek to be one
Destiny sometimes makes us number two
Quite the topic to contemplate
As I wander off to the loo
Notes
As they say a pence for your thoughts
Amazing how see end up right where they belong!
Billy don’t lose my number
No ones knows the darkness
Other than one who knows... the darkness
There is no snow
There is no white
Wings are clipped
There is no flight
Answers fly away in the air
Leaving the human heart in despair
Whiskey tumbles down the throat
No more am I the ambitious goat
Broken glass and twisted rope
Dusk invites my... my final cry
Love gave me peace for a while
Then love became ill as death hovered
Over caskets and flowers soon to be
Dancing with my dead thoughts in the open air
How do I say, I really do not care?
Seeking death and pain, a solace I wear
Angels greet those other than me
I, deserving of the dirt, you shall never see
The labyrinth of pain upon the graveyard paths
Many shall walk, yet not a one will be
Any angel that could take me to the sea
Drowning in pain, the knife sets me free
Too long I limped along a lonely road, born into this Sahara desert of a life,
parched and hungry, face weathered and gaunt.
A deaf, dumb, and blind man, drawn and quartered by her knife,
back tarred and feathered by a vulture's taunt.
I searched the wide world for your wonderful smile,
tired soul devoid of that whole, found wanting of the other half.
Try to find the right words, after each lost and lonely mile,
my sorrows washed away by that sweet, infectious laugh.
Like hopeless romantic's lot, who climbed out of a dark place,
beyond my wildest dreams, I finally found you.
Yet daft was I to hear not., your prayer for love's embrace..
as two hearts lifted in love were bound to.
When last moon fades, no more hopeless romantics left,
and strings of sanguine hearts untwine.
I will hold on to memory's tender touch yet,
and all the warm days when you were mine.
With spring approaching quickly and milk is upon the rise,
our factory employs seasonal workers to resize,
the employee pool to accommodate the milk intake,
which means twenty-four by seven with such a lot at stake.
The milk dryer needed packers and more cleaners on the floor.
There’s a need for extra lab staff, truck drivers, and some more,
‘til with most positions filled, except one so it did seem.
The warehouse needs another forklift driver for the team.
Mick our production manager had from two nominees to pick.
But must consider who was better; which one will do the trick,
so in my control room we met to show me their régimes,
and both of them were similar so had to find another way.
Bjorn was Norwegian who is back packing for a year,
while Murphy is an Irishman who has settled very near.
And to try and solve the puzzle on who we think may be best,
we came to a conclusion they should take a written test.
So Mick prepared for both a twenty question simple quiz,
hoping this would prove that one, is a better fork lift whiz.
Mick sat them inside his office where he could watch the pair,
as they gave answers to this company’s questionnaire.
It’s never pretty telling folks they miss out on being hired.
They can get very angry once they know they’re not required.
I was ushered to the office once a decision’s made.
The losing candidate was Murphy and he was quite dismayed.
Mick explained to Muphy that from twenty questions asked.
“Bjorn and you got nineteen right with the answers you both caste”.
“Why did I lose?” Murphy whined. “It’s a case of being biased,
seeing we got nineteen right; one more would be the highest”.
“That’s your problem Murphy. The question you got wrong was eight,
and after reading both your answers, here’s what sealed your fate”.
Mick gave an explanation looking Murphy in the eye,
“Bjorn’s answer was ‘I don’t know’ - and you wrote ‘neither do I”.
Earth's Porch, Sunny, Sweet Summer Breeze,
Sonnet number VI of XII
Barefoot and walking white beach sands
waves meeting shore gentle splashing
Sandcastles built, kids busy hands
all about, their bright smiles flashing
Beauty of Life, this glowing scene
peaceful calm enters eager soul
Seeking more, those rambunctious teens
yet unaware of world's great toll
Feeling cool winds, deep need to pray
for this dear happiness will flee
Ask God's love, be blessed to stay
with full faith in the trinity
Earth's porch, looking into abyss
Humanity begs more of this.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-17-2019
original June 15th, 1989
Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thought)
Note: Brought from my private journal.
Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light...
three billion missing birds
the skies are blue
with nothing to sing about
11/01/2019
Lamenting sadness of my empath soul
Ten supine feelings hit me hard and whole.
The weeping willow of my heart so fine
Incidental weakness is truly mine.
My sweet soul feels bliss of veneration
A heart-felt idyllic situation
I can see auras around every soul.
Written July 9th, 2019
Contest: 17 is the Lucky Number
Theme Chosen: Shelter Me
Sponsor: Lu Loo
Syllable count: 10 each line. Checked with www.howmanysyllables.com
On Tuesday night, Nick died quietly at home in his bed
He left a grieving wife and their two adult children
After a long and indescribable journey he reached his goal
He was well received by St. Peter
"A simple question before you can go through the gate, said St. Peter
to enter the kingdom of heaven,
I must have your username and password "
Nick always had trouble remembering numbers
He tried with his own name and date of birth
"Sorry, that's wrong," St. Peter answered
His wife's name and their street number ... he had to try it
"No, it does not fit," St. Peter shakes his head
and said, "you only have three chances ... your last try"
Nick started to sweat ...
Date of birth to the children - (he did not remember)
Bank code ?
Car number ?
Door code ?
mia 2045 - ... pia 7822 ... - happiness 5090
cat ... 4456 - ... sun 1087 ... - stone 5344 ... ? ? ?
Nick, was completely empty for more suggestions
"Dear St. Peter, please call my wife
she always remember a number "
St. Peter :
"Sorry my friend ... goodbye"
20.03.2018
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
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Acute power or a mystical virtue?
Not daring to venture further
Became superstitious by token and sign,
Leaving the most positive meanings behind
Ends with a 3 that reminds me of the trinity
A belief that kept within
All good things comes in double,
You're not alone just behind 1
Together you became 13 an age in certain
Tradition when a boy became a man
Among the many numbers
People pretends you came out the worst
even saying that you are a curse
But besides all others, you came first
Ignorance do hurts,
So they put you behind as a negative sign
Thinking of you makes me enjoy
The intricacies of mental calculates
A million seconds in 13 days,
13 stripes for thirteen states
A Friday 13 in every year
Again let me be a bit humoristic
Since I'm in love with mathematics
For those who calculates well,
Come let me play with your head
Close your eyes using the power of your mind
Pick and choose which power hidden inside you
The clock strike 13 hours, the mind reminds
us that it's 1 'o' clock,
infact we're back at the starting block
Since things became a mystery we tend
Not to go beyond our senses
13 is a number that all human share
The 13 major joints in our body
13 lunar cycles in a solar year
And the moon travels 13 degrees across the sky everyday
Making things works in a mysterious way.
By kelleyana junique.
The moon so close it was touchable,
framed mid the snow clad ancient trees.
written 11/21/2014
contest: Frozen in Crystalline
sponsor: Andrea
syllables 9/8
I'm half-way through this one..,
and long before it becomes one,
I usually erase the
entire thing
I chose to call a poem.
But after a while, one thinks,
That like energy,
the truth radiates in spurts..
That continuity is a daydream,
That all growth is involuntary,
That not all coincidences are coincidental.
...
Like things, people too die,
and, that just like the root of a negative one,
One too, was an imaginary i.
The silver moon gleams on soft set snow
Setting tired winter hearts aglow