Best On It Poems
Come walk with me,
for the path cares not,
the age of your feet.
Look at the butterflies on petals,
their silence does not care,
the language you speak.
Listen to the orchestra of birds,
they sing with sincerity,
care not if you follow God.
See how the trees stand so tall,
their mature branches care not,
about your wallet's wealth.
Feel tiny raindrops kiss your face,
their refreshing mercy cares not,
for the vibrant colour of your skin.
Let's bathe in calm waves,
for their ripples care not,
if you are a boy or a girl.
Relax in the glory of the sun,
it's warm rays care not,
if you are blind, deaf or mute.
Drink from cool spring waters,
for its juices care not,
who's mouth hydrates from it.
Here, hold my pen,
for the ink will never judge,
how you express your scars.
In darkness, let us lay together,
to gaze at an abundance of stars,
they care not, how you spell your name.
They shine for us all,
regardless of the moon.
Sunday Musings
Silent One
8 November 2020
This is an example for my current contest, 'There is a star with my name on it.'
I took a unique angle to it. I do not expect poems, similar to this one.
Categories:
on it, discrimination, humanity, inspiration, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Oh! how love has bloomed—
fantasies like wild flowers plucked
a collection of candlelight craves and desires
fill a wistful star-maiden’s basket;
a bouquet of white asters from Orion’s garden
grown in a fiery field of light against night
gathered in a hazy ribbon
and held in the bosom heat
of this Autumn bloom’s passion
tender is the kiss blown from star-dusted lips
a need to gain goodwill in the "om" of zodiacal light
incandescence in full blow from a single breath;
fireflies in a fervor find favor
with the midnight-scene-stealer; Selene
of locks of hair fair and skin lustrous bare
fertile with romantic flair—
as this swooning flesh-and-blood-angel
closes her eyes and seeds her dream
with the sheer intimacy and cosmic love-play
of wishes wooed
amid astral petal-points pulsing with promise
rosy sparks burn in a slow-dance dip..
one slips through the water-colored layers connecting
Sun of bright and Moon of dark in the thrill of twilight
where hues suspend in sensual rendezvous until
merge of his-and-her-skies diverge until the next dawn -
there! up there..
falls a star with my name on it
and here..
laid into your wished-for-hands;
a stargazer’s galaxy of heartbeats
with y o u r name on it -
as this dreamy red aster smiles falling like a star
for y o u
Categories:
on it, desire, hope, night, romantic
Form:
Free verse
When I am reveling in love of family
Toasting virtues of revered friendships
Savoring freedoms that let me be
Luxuriating on sandy white beaches
Endowed with means to live carefree
I wonder if my life is laden in dreams;
When sadness reigns face of anguish
Bearing glumness of stygian grief,
In harmony of the galaxy solace I feel
Purging clouds of bleak melancholy
As moonlit gleam rescues my evening
I wonder if my life is laden in dreams;
When new day glints wondrous valleys
As I bask in hues of resplendent prairies
Admiring nature’s ebullient beauty--
Golden sun beams on tenor of streams
Rushing to rivers and mighty blue seas
I wonder if my life is laden in dreams;
When I rejoice in tranquility of music
Strumming rhythms of euphoric lyrics
Cherishing chorus of happy memories
Turning setbacks into success stories
Comforting soul in misery of defeats
I wonder if my life is laden in dreams;
Or is this divinity’s sacred blessing
Evincing revelation of stellar deity:
There is a star with my name on it.
November 10, 2020
Placed 2nd: There is a star with my name on it poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Categories:
on it, blessing, introspection, life, star,
Form:
Verse
And once again the quiet Night comes
Bringing to life many zillion Flames
Some vague, some clear, some near some remote
Smeared on the Night's long black over-coat
Blinking their eyes, these Stars hide and seek
Drawing smiles on every watching cheek
Amid these, some look like burning coals
They have our names crafted in their souls
Every single particle of sand
That slips like cold water through our Hand
And is engulfed by the tormented Waves
When reaches bottom of the deep Caves
Breaks the hourglass ___ Ignites into flames,
Transcends barriers of times and space
Flies___ until reaches the end of skies
Each one that you see with naked eyes
Have a gem in them, an ember wish
A Heart's beat, that refuses to perish
When dreams are shed__ this sand reaches end
Turns to glimmering suns___ to heavens __ assend
(Paghunda Zahid)
(26th Feb, 2021)(3:56 pm)
Categories:
on it, desire, sea, sky,
Form:
Couplet
A Sonnet On It
It comes and goes on idle vagrant winds
hitching rides in briar like dependence
under pressure its aimless trek will bend
for it is not concerned with making sense.
So does it guard its anonymity
its preference - stay lost amid the stir
sought after for its ambiguity
as evil lout or ever faithful cur.
However, it may change with careful groom
take on an aura larger then its self
become the centerpiece of crowded room
festooned with all the trappings of its wealth.
Coyly fan itself beneath its bonnet
listening as others read its sonnet.
5/18/2016
submitted to – Pen A Sonnet On It – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Janis Thompson
Categories:
on it, humor, word play,
Form:
Sonnet
“It” is a dummy when “it” asks the time
or speaks of the weather, like when you say,
“It’s eight” or “It’s snowing.” “It” is a crime
to just ignore “it” in “It’s a nice day!”
In so many places can this “it” fit.
In “Stop it” or “Do it,” “it’s” just a prop!
But then there’s anticipatory “it,”
and here's an example: "It's fun to shop."
And here's another: “It’s good to see you.”
“What’s good,” I ask? “To see you” is good.
Reverse the sentence; flush “it” down the loo!
Folks, though, still will prefer “it” (as they should)!
A singular pronoun is “it,” but much more.
Let’s enjoy “it” and all “it” is used for!
Dec. 5, 2017
Categories:
on it, language,
Form:
Sonnet
I can't love you
If you still in love with her
It's time for you to make your mind up
You either in love with me
or you in love with a ghost love from the past
She parted the earth a long time ago
You say you ready
But I can see it in your eyes
and the conversation that you spitting
you not
Ready to move on
Your heart stuck on a
ghost love from the past
I'am not here to help you make up your mind
You either with reality
or with the past
If you stuck
Pray on it
Only God can lead you to the right direction
Pray on it
You know where I'am at
when you ready
Just pray on it...
August 1, 2020
By Shaniki Smith
Categories:
on it, absence, death,
Form:
Free verse
count on it...
that numbers made the world
we came to believe
after all ten digits
long ago ran out
and we stuck our toes into the fray
to count and be counted anyway
and they too ran out
a foot at a time
and numbers became stuck to
our rulers feet or by meter,
our sole, soul repeater
then we counted awhile,
and soon wired some beads
to a wooden frame
'cause, unconsciously we knew
it'd never be the same
and abacuses counted because
Sumerians knew the power of
columns of orders of magnitude to
give counting a certain, amplitude
and soon balances were forged and
everything compared to something else -
grain to sheep,
sheep to amphora,
amphora to slaves,
slaves to children
children to wives
neighbors lives to our own lives
covetousness counted as
a capital idea
long before Adam Smith
or any form of mercantilism
came to bear witness on a weakness of man
yet who can count on power
is there a conversion factor
that shows more or less
that less is more than some detractor
what's the ratio of
desire to need to
redemption to volition to
love to life -
there's a number of ways to count it
© Goode Guy 2013-04-11
Categories:
on it, imagination, introspection,
Form:
Narrative
Radical Rantings
ants and flys in my fresh soup
strain it out with love
Categories:
on it, funny, on writing and
Form:
Senryu
give priority
to veggies . . .
weight will drop right off
June 24, 2018
For Maureen McGreavy's MagiCicada 13 - Body and Mind Poetry Contest
All my life I struggled with counting calories, different diets, etc. When I stopped stressing and just emphasized in my life consuming more salads & other veggies, particularly at dinner time, I got much better results! My tip for those interested!
Categories:
on it, food,
Form:
Free verse
Up til now I have avoided a scam with my name on it,
Despite it being tailored to suit me,
Even wearing a bow tie,
Appealing to my taste buds,
With words smothered in chocolate,
And smelling like my favourite rose,
Tastefully wrapped up with $100 bills.
All that was lacking was a hint of grammar,
A modicum of common sense in sentence construction,
Some more appropriate phrases,
Evidence of an ability to spell check,
And I might have been hooked.
As one by one people I knew of were reeled in,
I was busy patting myself on the back,
And asking myself, how could they possibly fall for that,
When even my cat could see through that,
And why didn't they smell a rat,
When you could spot the misuse of grammar,
Without the use of a hammer,
And the spelling mistakes,
Could be found in the time it takes,
For me to whip up some tea cakes.
But Now,
My confidence is down somehow,
Maybe it is because when I read the papers now,
I find articles without a hint of grammar,
No common sense in sentence construction,
Few appropriate phrases,
No evidence of spelling ability,
Or attempts at spellchecking
Which leaves me sweating every time I go online,
No longer able to tell the difference between a scam,
And a leg of ham.
I kind of wish I had never learned to spell,
As even those without degree,
Would not be impressed at my tempt,
At spelling mistakes,
So scamming is out for me,
Unless I go back to school,
And study journalism until my mistakes,
Are plain to see.
In the meantime,
I feel safer, spending time with the cat,
While she teaches me how to smell a rat.
Categories:
on it, analogy, anger, anxiety, betrayal,
Form:
Imagism
writing a prose poem
randall edson said im good
should be enough,man
Categories:
on it, art,
Form:
Haiku
I caught your cold
Oh, how remiss
I did not catch it
From a kiss
Yes, through research
I understand
I caught it when
I held your hand
Categories:
on it, funny, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I know I can.
I'm sure I will.
As long as I do
what Im supposed to.
I should grab it and hold on for dear life.
It's the only thing that elevates.
For pete's sake,
I hope it's fate.
I'm too tired to chase.
Maybe you can relate...
It's like when faults separate,
and life comes back together.
The feeling is great!
It makes me tremble.
Like the earth,
after it quakes...
Categories:
on it, hope
Form:
Free verse
Poor Mister Tuffet
Gasps while stocks plummet,
Collecting his shell-shocked wits!
His hair stands on end
As the market descends
It is scaring Mr. Tuffet to bits!
He tucks into his mattress
His wealth and his assets
Now he sleeps with his ass on his funds!
(He is trying to "tuffet" out!!)
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Inspired by John Freeman's Contest "Boistrous Comedy"
Categories:
on it, funny, people,
Form:
Rhyme