Best Obeys Poems


Premium Member - Delicate Balance, Divine and Fragile -

Always inside living thoughts 
Once held a vision adoring thee  
Beholding beams though these eyes
Star spangled one look totally breathless  

This heart's calling your name precious
Together uniting  strengths join within power
Making hopes and dreams come alive
Saying onto myself breathtakingly gorgeous 

Adding this truly wonderful music 
Into the soul princess cut deeply singing tunes develop 
In every echo out of this world
I wish to retake the perfect soft breath held 
Melting golden feelings burning gasps  warmly sigh 

Why do I love you so 
Wearing the glass slippers 
Fragile as a newborn butterfly taking flight
In all the flowers freshly plucked 
Standing out most beautiful 

A diamond rose stunning dewdrops sparkle 
Touching, kissing, loving you forever more
Holding someone special always showing them
how deeply appreciated they are 

Fireworks display our passion to share
in a world filled promise 
Conveying the love inside each tiny seed
picking you one precious gem 

Your words are sparkling wine
your presence divine 
Your beauty makes me comfortable dizzy
Intoxicating drunken in anything you wish 
becomes the soul command 
In the distance ~ the dying sun forever sleeps with you one dream obeys 







A Collaborated Poem 07.11.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid

Premium Member Seasonal Harmony-POTD

Written: March 12, 2024 For Constance La france Contest

N/A in Contest: No 1294

Rumi Quote: "The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh".
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Beneath a deep blue, clear sky
With wonder, I watch the stars explode
Moon sings gently in wonder
Clouds bear the rainbow icons,
Savor timeless appeal of the night sky
My soul dutifully obeys its hypnotic call
White blooms and gentle azure sky
A scent of musk rose fills the air 
The location is truly captivating.

Crystals gleam alone, pair at daybreak
An onyx sky gleams deep and ethereal
As loneliness becomes habitual, I weep
A bond surpassing the brightest galaxies
Clusters of sunken astral bodies fit finely
A deep clay soil, a dark void of apathy
Enthralled, my soul begins to reveal 
The soul sparkles on a sunny day
A divine place as souls carries on to play.  

 Alarming and true, in the ominous bay
I greet the vulnerable and delight in joy
A starry crestfallen drifts ever near
Alone, sipping solace, words
I found comfort in a blissful rhapsody
My heart is graced with night beauty
Stars above drift on and on
To a tranquil spot for solitary spirits,
I feel a presence in this divine place
A sturdy refuge from life's perils
Caught by weak hold, in joyful frenzy, 
I check my faded stars, sliding into night.

I find solace in this verse at night
The sky is my canvas,
Stars are my beacons of light
Amidst this tranquil oasis
I drift to quiet beaches
A spot where the sky is magnificent
Fills my heart with awe and joy
Into the deepest midnight blue
A link is true, and the spell is cast
Stars glisten in the azure sky
Their stellar flight captivates me
Shooting stars are truly marvelous
Bathed in the moon gentle glow
Clouds display a rainbow of colors,
I find myself in this enchanting realm.
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Premium Member The birth of Venus, Sandro Botticelli

if flowers write about love storms
and the moon obeys the heart’s blaze
would you, O Dawn’s King
become my forever flame ~
the wild-blue fire,
finger-locking our besotted souls…
aching obsessively to taste
the sacred warmth
from the Asclepius arms
of Cephisesus’ spring river
ricocheting and reflecting
the burning desire we breathe…

and I listen ~ in amatory silence,
to your voiced whispers
the slow, soft velour laughter
as you caress my sky
with poetic phrases ~
igniting this ink to release
blooms spooned with fervent sighs
lines linear against 
the hysterical history
of hurt without healing…

but if only the petals
   floating and 
        frolicking in the wind
could empathize
with how my lips thirst
with flares of jealous heat ~
wanting desperately
to be the trembling skin
the only zephyr
that touches your smooth silk fever…

O pursuer of pressed passion 
my reason to remain alive
relinquish into the orchard
of rooted, clandestine utopia,
where I savor the luscious liqueur
spilling from the titillating tips
    of scribbled Shizuka ~

kiss me when the sun sleeps
feel me when the Venus stars awake
dress me in dancing darkness.
I will be the violet spark
to your electromagnetic light…
take me beyond time
eviscerate the 
evil threads of illusion
unchain the steel of
our imprisoned pages,
let the words flow as one..
for my heartbeat now
is the sober mirror to your pulse
nevermore remembering
the final glimpse 
 of an irreversible ending…

** inspired by the artwork The birth of Venus, Sandro Botticelli ~


Premium Member Moonlight Reveries - A Collaboration

My mood is mellow as moonlight gleams
as if she were Orion's treasured orb.
A gilded ornament he's hung on high,
an effulgent light in the vast ebon sky.
I find myself lost in reverie's realm
while Luna glimmers her soft reflection
across these calm cerulean waters,
as gently they ripple over Poseidon's Sea.
Alone in the nuance of this nebulous night,
it's as if I feel his pulse touching me.

"Mighty lord, your sea sways in silken silence
but sovereign, if you could speak to me
what words would you care to share?"

“Why seek my voice when you hear me in ripples,
and if I should whisper through the tide,
my trident would summon storms, not romance.
One breath upon my conch could wake the sleeping deep.
Do not mistake my reflection for my heart,
as Narcissus once mistook water for love.
Even the immortal Gaia knows the ache
of wanting what cannot awaken.
I have left Amphitrite sleeping in her coral halls.
I have watched a fragrant goddess rise naked,
radiantly from a womb of indigo.
Seen Selene spills her silver milk upon my soul,
as her hearts knows what it means to
yearn for he who does not speak.
I am the restless spirit no mortal can tame,
an ancient pulse that controls tempest sighs.
The sea obeys no god timelessly.
It only learns to rise, recede then depart.
Know that infatuation is much like ocean foam,
it forms softly in the embrace of velvet twilight,
then slips between our senses,
disappearing into pelagic sediments.
Do not wander further into my labyrinth,
for, if you dare to surrender to my sovereignty,
I would regret to abandon one as beautiful as you,
in realms where the stars go when they fade."

"I look away from glimmering stars
for their light dimmed in my eyes long ago.
Poseidon, from watery depths you've ascended...
How bold you must think I, a mere mortal
daring to question a god from Olympus.
You speak, not as a suitor but as one in command.
I do not entreat your heart to feel what it does not.
It's not a lover of your realm that I seek.
No, for I would drown at your side 
and wash ashore on the flow of evening tide.
My heart wages war against itself
for I've not the courage to trust in love again.
I refuse to cross the threshold to the past 
where heartache haunts me day and night."

Was great to collaborate with Lin Lane after over a decade.  Thank you.
© Silent One  Create an image from this poem.

Z Is For Zaria , Abc of Disney Characters Contest

A is for Akela of Jungle Book fame
B is for Baloo from Jungle Book the same

C is for Cinderella what a pretty sight
D is for Donald Duck, hope he doesn’t bite

E is for Eyore the lovely donkey that brays 
F is for the Fairy Godmother your wishes she obeys

G is for the Gopher loves Honey from Winnie the Pooh
H is Hyacinth Hippo from Snow White fame that’s true

I is for Ian the Alligator who is always hungry
J is for Jiminy Cricket who starred in Pinocchio story

K is for Kiara means princess in Swahili from Lion King
L is for the lovely Lady not sure where Tramp is hiding

M Is for Mickey Mouse with the best fashion trend
N is for Nala was Simba’s childhood friend

O is for the Owl with eyes so big. Sees everything
P is for Peter Pan in his book he is king

Q is for the Queen of Hearts with a tray of lovely goodies
R is for Rafiki is a Mandrill meaning friend in Swahili 

S is for Simba who likes to live dangerously
T is for Tramp who is looking for his Lady

U is for Uncle Max the Meerkat another Disney star
V Is for Vitani the outsider lioness who looks from afar

W is for Wendy, she is waving to Peter Pan
X is for Xerxes  you will find him in Aladdin

Y is for Yzma from the Emperor’s new Groove
Z is for Ziggy the hungry vulture everyone hates to love



Hope you like my ABC of Disney
Stories for you Zaria to enjoy.



28/02/2013

Dog In a Purse

 Dog In A Purse


  I have the very best pet, the absolute very, very best
    There is  no comparison he is better than the rest
      Funny story how we met one hot day way out west
        He was handed to me in a Prada Purse I must confess
          I first thought him a pest but he quickly passed my test
            He won me over in 2 seconds or less, oh but his name is a mess...

  We named him Prada you see, yah after the purse, so you get it
    He is a stud, definitely, all male but his name, yah I regret it
      So I call him Pra-Dawg instead of Prada because of my own ego
        Yep, uh-huh, he is a Chihuahua but not like any other that you know
          He is happy go lucky, loves rubber duckies, isn't nervous and won't relent
            He barks at big dogs at the fence, the backyard Prince, he's never tense...

  He fetches the ball bringing it back to you, dropping it every time right at your shoe
    He has this cute overbite when he chews, and loves to watch the evening news
      He is lightening fast but not furious, flying around and so damn curious
        He listens, obeys, won't run away, or worry us, he is really just super flus 
          No matter what he never goes potty inside, not even once has he tried
            I am his Master, he is my guide, always and forever Pra-Dawg by my side...




                                                                 02/26/2016


Premium Member - Delicate Balance, Divine and Fragile -

Always inside living thoughts 
Once held a vision adoring thee  
Beholding beams though these eyes
Star spangled one look totally breathless  

This heart's calling your name precious
Together uniting  strengths join within power
Making hopes and dreams come alive
Saying onto myself breathtakingly gorgeous 

Adding this truly wonderful music 
Into the soul princess cut deeply singing tunes develop 
In every echo out of this world
I wish to retake the perfect soft breath held 
Melting golden feelings burning gasps warmly sigh 

Why do I love you so 
Wearing the glass slippers 
Fragile as a newborn butterfly taking flight
In all the flowers freshly plucked 
Standing out most beautiful 

A diamond rose stunning dewdrops sparkle 
Touching, kissing, loving you forever more
Holding someone special always showing them
how deeply appreciated they are 

Fireworks display our passion to share
in a world filled promise 
Conveying the love inside each tiny seed
picking you one precious gem 

Your words are sparkling wine
your presence divine 
Your beauty makes me comfortable dizzy
Intoxicating drunken in anything you wish 
becomes the soul command 
In the distance ~ the dying sun forever sleeps with you one dream obeys 







A Collaborated Poem 07.11.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid

Premium Member Evening Song

meadow obeys the fragrant breeze
caressing the waves encircling love
sweet scent of the passion
while a clement moon rises.

© Harry J Horsman  2014

Bending Spoons

...A poem
is a spoon
that you can bend
with your mind.

It depends on psi
if you 
are mutant 
X or Y 
a paranormal opportunity 
or a wild talent
of psionic penmanship .

Stare at the pattern 
on the handle
as you imagine 
the handle
either roses or unicorns
are emblazon here.

So much the better
as your mind
bends the words
and the metal obeys...

Spoon begins to tremble
there is no knife
to run away with.

Then comes
the period
like an empty plate.
to contain
a bent spoon
with squeezed letters...

Premium Member The Cancer Industry

here in our country,
people suffer in cancer.
it's industrial prism.
no one can't get away.
one has hired just last year,
then see what it'll turn.
 after three trimesters,
a new life will appear.
this pandemic illness.
of somebody's flesh.
cling to one another's,
set an immoral quest.
this world has carried over,
with the hand of a beasts.
and he who obeys him,
will taste the sweetness of defeat.
single or married women,
can be fell on this trap.
inside the cave of a lion,
all its wanted is lust.
people using people,
rulers must play their role.
to stop filling the bowl of trash.



Aiyah_025

philosophical

Entry poem for :Giorgio V.'s Impress me with a small poem V (Yay)

** 2nd Place Winner**

Dancing With the Devil

Dancing With The Devil




Black postered silence as the shadows lights dance
A dark and sadistic waltz with evils romance

Unscented dead roses, bouquet of dried thorn
Grave ravens site the night sounds of drifting mourn

Underground dark chamber the evil buried listens in
A world obeys in silent decay as death craves new skin

Seen without vision for not all blind read by brail
Run for the door, jump in the elevator, next stop...

Oh! Damn it to Hell!!!!!



bmdavey@05/28/16

Whisper To Me

I sit here in silence staring at my phone. 
Hoping to hear her familiar ring. 
I wish she was with me, but I’m on my own, 
Wanting to hear her more than anything. 
Why can’t I hear her heart whisper to me? 

If I’m lucky, I see her once a day, 
Keeping to herself, silent as always. 
She’s surrounded by people, lost in fray, 
Yet she commands the room, and it obeys. 
Why can’t I hear her heart whisper to me? 

I see her walking calmly down the hall,
Her eyes fixated on the muted ground. 
She does not seem to notice me at all, 
Passing me without a glance nor a sound. 
Why can’t I hear her heart whisper to me?
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Premium Member Seek, Seeking Peace and That Far Distant Shore

Seek, Seeking Peace And That Far Distant Shore

Dawn's flowing music has been very fine
This old soul needs more than sweet talk and wine
When deep boredom and sad blues play their song
I drink my coffee, move right on along

Seek, seeking peace and that far distant shore
Life has been so good, I want me some more

Youth had its heart and its finest new plays
Time waits for nobody and never stays
In that huge ring, my best hat I did toss
I boast my wins, I grieve my greater loss

Seek, seeking peace and that far distant shore
Life has been so good, I want me some more

Best when love first knocks, heart simply obeys
Walk that path and thy soul never betrays
Embrace late night hours, enjoy its slow hands
Live to dance with joy, hear music's best bands. 

Seek, seeking peace and that far distant shore
Life has been so good, I want me some more

Robert J. Lindley, 5-11-2018
Rhyme, ( Never Fear To Look Back)

Premium Member Who Can We Truly Trust

Soul passion is not a simple task. 
This is grasped as a soulful bask,
To reserve one's sound mind and soul,
To your loved ones, but not a hack. 

They set down those blessed vows as rule,
In a precise scheme, that's the goal,
Since the pen-pusher by now knew,
I don't dismiss the budding role. 

Spot our bloodline evolved and grew,
When our souls stand, sorely renew,
Our feelings may become muddled, 
With the one, we esteem for true.

Life's chore complications crumbled,
May seldom grasp its rate stumbled,
And shepherd a partner or spouse,
Too wide, gloom, and bleak shaft fumbled.

Although, we relinquish word swears,
To be prized, esteemed with obeys,
to discard each other as well, 
our arduous traipse continues. 

Our sound bodies are shaped well,
that's why many of us can tell,
In the sort of low dust and grime,
Into the scum of smeared lust, dull.

So, within, there is creed sublime, 
Stumbles is near the end of time, 
It discloses straight to our thoughts,
And unholy erects in slime.

Attempting to maintain our wrought,
Is challenging without a brought,
One should reach out to the other,
And squabbles should be held as naught.

Such misgivings may be utter,
Despite this, your tongue is tender,
Those who have shown anxiety,
have a rough time seemly hover. 

Ne'er deem without proof utterly,
Or to be selfish and greedy,
Doubt is a marked first point of this,
We judge that evil eats, truly. 

Don't put your faith in people's glitz,
Since he, too, is made of brain blitz,
Believe in God with all your heart,
He'll view through, stow you on the ritz.


Written: May 11, 2022
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Premium Member Rope Play

Under cold lights, dark air and the still, 
All is quiet, nothing spoken no sound, 
Hangs the softest of rope from the hardest of beams, 
Hanging in a straight sort of proud,

Reaching right down to the black and white rose, 
The rose standing ready for more,
To raise her like a dancer in the moment of yield, 
And display like a trophy of war,

And her hands are bound tight, legs are tied back, 
Shoulder, head and hips cannot moan,
And her hair is secured out of the way, 
She hangs defenceless and naked and owned,

She lives for the love of these cold vivid nights, 
Obeys what the rope will demand,
She relishes the play of losing control, 
When she submits to her dominant man.

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