Best Openers Poems
''Reflection of two world faith's, they're [+ & -] for now, HAIL, the created who followed their rules, be 'change' in their faith that bear's silly nothings but rules & regs that [/'s not x's] = 'warmongers. Rumi kissed Grace = CHANGE"
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GRACE
Key Holders [-] & [+] Door Openers
RUMI
Mirrors seize and free; joys and fears; wherefore,
lost toss and turns while hope waits for morning,
gullible holds keys, knowledge opens door,
Faults are the measures by those that implore,
while patience corrects whose worth adds timing,
mirrors seize and free; joys and fears; wherefore,
The ins and outs of worth; toiling, --encore,
a failed piece that favors one who's holding,
gullible holds keys, knowledge opens door,
Past pools plus and minus the ID's score,
super balanced the pendulums swaying,
mirrors seize and free; joys and fears; wherefore,
Life game's unwinnable; Ace--Royal wars,
snake eyes, don't pass go ..., directly singing,
gullible holds keys, knowledge opens door,
When they announce the winners on All Fours,
be game change--their rules, your games to winning,
mirrors seize and free; joys and fears; wherefore,
gullible holds keys, knowledge opens door.
Categories:
openers, analogy, games, imagery, life,
Form:
Villanelle
If one is hungry
And bored
Of watching over Mecca,
What better place
To steal an apple
Than from another country’s orchards,
With fighter jets
Twanged in the sky
Like flying bottle openers,
Diving down
And peeling back a tin can roof
Of a school bus
Loaded with 40 children,
Whose shoulders are all
Strapped
With blue and red back packs
That look like little lunch boxes,
One of them
Surely containing
The sweet temptation
Of the perfect apple.
Mistaken identity, can happen.
So, a few bombs,
True,
Have to remove
The dozens of windows
And deposit
The million shards like razors
To flay the skin of the girls and boys
And, in an attempt to remain civilized
About this,
First cook
With fire and oil
The cheekbones from the skulls
Of the five year olds
Who are still alive,
And it’s important to keep fresh
The liver, tongues and hearts
Shish-kebobbed
With splintered ribs, white as serpents,
And finally, then
There it is,
The well done slab of lamb’s meat
Still clung, red as a beet,
Limbs and noses,
To be stripped
From that one buried back pack
And within it, zipped,
The fine taste of a ripe apple
Polished by mom
As a snack that was packed,
That day,
For school.
Categories:
openers, evil, grief, international, political,
Form:
Free verse
if absence make the
heart grow fonder ~ presence make
heart run better
if you take money
from high interest banks ~ make sure
they know its a loan
a dime a dozen
are friends that back you ~ true friends
a penny well-earned
Humpty wall sitter
Dumpty egg cracker ~ egghead
scramled hard bootleg
a penny face up
bearers Midas Touch ~ penny
face down ~ leave aground
Categories:
openers, appreciation, imagery, perspective, wisdom,
Form:
Haiku
A long line of waters
Deep in hearts of bathers
A lifeline of growth
Weep of salvation brought forth
Waters of life over a mile
Outrunning a thousand stile
Gifts of life in piles
Surmounting torments of viles
Dreams on waters slate
Streams of sages proliferate
Sun beam of neon flickers
Teeming waters on pickers
Wishers with panoramic views
Dreamer of waters purviews
Like well-wishers throwing coins over heels
Eye-openers on picker wheels
A river full of life
A river lull of strife
Outpouring a thousand mile
Outscoring a thousand smile
On this river of hope
A bigger dream to scope
A kaleidescope of scenery
Grandeur over tapestry
One day the said river dried
No one ever wondered and belied
Gold in pieces on the ground mounted
In the hearts of gold sprouted
Euphrates...
A river
Categories:
openers, blessing, dream, faith, growth,
Form:
Narrative
Leaves, dancing, elegant
Hues of amber, gold and scarlet
Whispering light over the soul
Listening, soft flow of hope
Psalms, comforting, solace
Alive with breathless wisdom
Peering through naked branches
Oaks and maples, undressed by the
Whimsical winds, promising
Inspirations, abiding in the spirit
Swaying branches, gently falling
Leaves – pirouetting gracefully
Sensations, caressing away the chill
Morning dew, always new, sliding
Tenderly, like a sigh or a kiss, easy
Dreams flowing from the spirit
Revealing the kindness of forgiveness
Crisp laughter, stirring melodies
Charming and vibrant undertones
Old fashioned stories, poetry alive
Between the lines, promises aside
Telling verses and visions, wisdom
Trailing the crunch of hurried boots
Over frosted, shadowy eye-openers
Rains pouring out nourishing advice
Sagacity murmuring in humble lives
Leaves, fluid ideas drizzling joy
Through the inspirations, the words
Generous blessings erasing melancholy
Doubts left to resist the peace and faith
Without hesitating, making a way
For autumn grace to breath praise
Worship of the Creator of this place
Where silence becomes nature’s touch
Embracing the one who knows His love
Enfolds those who believe and receive
Through every season – the Son, the reason
For fulfillment, contentment, gratification
The feeling within that reminds – LOVE
Is alive because He pours His light into those
Who know He is the answer to every yearning
While autumn grace sings Him praise in its way
Through jubilant and vibrant tones to awaken
The heart and soul – to always know
His creativity, His muse… is forever admirable
He is praiseworthy and through this autumn
And through this life – I will love Him fully!
Categories:
openers, appreciation, autumn, christian, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Grandpa gets up to change the channels
Grandma has a rotary phone
Microwaves scare them to bits
Garage door openers
ATM machines
Self-checkout lines
Computers
Cell phones
Not!
Categories:
openers, funny
Form:
Nonet
My junk drawer
Too small for so much
Plenty of silverware
Inside it's container
Too many napkins to count
In pile and a few scattered about
Which seem to disappear
Way too fast
A pizza cutter somewhere
Long, sharp knives
Of which most are missing
The last one used for slitting plastic
For frozen dinners
A spatula or two
An ice-cream scoop
Not used enough!
Two can openers
One of which is broken
Enough material
For just one person!
Categories:
openers, life
Form:
It was here that we met.
In monism hearts melt.
here is where you where born.
So young but owner of all trees
Beneath this tree kins came and go
Taught to embrace and to rule;
To repel and to conquer.
Nature's at your call
Then they came;
They they forged gold masks.
Pretty looking yet so vile beneath.
As eye openers they came
But what we saw where shadows
Thus we didn't see at all
As rights lost, branches fell from this tree
Yet so strong the trunk remained
So embrace, repel, elope... your choice
Water passed before realization
Yet we realize a great mind fought
In the name of Mandela he came
A true Lamp light in our lost journey
He taught us to love and unite... a true monist
We will stand side by side
Water and nurture this leaveless trunk
A day will come when it would rise again
Flourish in fruits and blossom in flowers
Only a bright future can fulfill the the past
It was under this tree it began
And it will remain under this same tree.
Categories:
openers, betrayal, creation, cry, culture,
Form:
Ballad
How about this for OPENERS
You STOLE my heart away
With SIGNS of love and caring
A sparkling two way PLAY
You guys are all a HIT with me
You're WINNERS every time
Raising me in the STANDINGS
Such loyal FANS of mine
Since I was just a ROOKIE poet
Had myself quite a RUN
Feel like a real VETERAN now
This GAME is so much fun
Appreciate every seven STAR rating
This poetry fits like a GLOVE
Quite a CHANGE in one short year
Above AVERAGE kind of love
So I'm gonna keep on SLUGGING
Aiming for the FENCES
Hoping to hit a poetic HOME RUN
And SCORE with all your senses
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
openers, funny, poetry,
Form:
Quatrain
This poem was inspired by the interviews by Earl K. Pollon and S. S. Matheson conducted with native Sekanni peoples who were negatively effected by the flooding of their communal homelands by the building of the W.A.C. Bennett Dam. “This Was Our Valley” tells that story of injustice. 640 square miles of riverfront and hunting territory would be flooded to form Williston Lake. The Sekanni peoples were driven from their ancestral homeland in northeastern British Columbia, Canada and dispersed.
The Shopping Cart Injustice
People, place and spirit
All were our relations
Biopeds, quadrupeds, winged or finned -
River language told us so.
Fishing rocks spoke the run
Where the riffles and the rapids talked.
Ancestors, dead and alive, told living stories where
Running the river banks, the children played.
The land was a book written in forms.
We made our mark with love, community
Fishing weirs, aspen dugout canoes,
Hunting trails, camps and sacred sites.
Always traders, we traded furs with
White settlers when they arrived
On the rivers Parsnip, Finlay and Peace at
Finlay Forks, Fort Grahame, Fort McLeod.
We added pack trains, teams of pack horses
River freighters, flat bottom ‘longboats’
For supplies and for mail delivery.
It seemed that we could live together.
Then one day a government agent said
That shopping carts were coming
They would flood our world
Water rising everywhere
Shopping carts with electric can openers
Full, fast to check out,
Shopping carts with electric hair blowers,
Full, faster to check out,
Shopping carts with electric air conditioners,
Full, fastest to check out
Shopping carts with electric stoves.
Check out, check out, check out.
They would make our rivers into a lake
We would move or drown.
Our elders did not believe it.
That was the only consultations!
Soon Saskatoon berries all under water
Next, the banks sloughed back to graveyards
Next, cliffs crumbled, and banks fell into rising lake
Houses of the villages slipped and floated
Coffins, bones and bodies strewed the shore
Where tangled trees, debris and more
Eddied with flotsam in the wind.
We wept for our ancestors!
We weep for our children.
We had to flee the destruction
Caused by tree grinders, D-9 bull dozers
The dam construction.
Now they want to take more
Another dam for more shopping carts.
Please stop Site ‘C’.
Categories:
openers, environment, history,
Form:
Free verse
You and I
Is the past
I am feeling so good I am riding down Alameda feeling so good down here in Baltimore MD on Home coming ( Morgan State University)
Feeling so good a two- three defense can’t stick me
Sorry to inform you this way but I elevate myself to higher position
I didn’t even have to consolidate my bills because everything is paid for opps did I forget I pay cash for every thing
I have that passion to please
I donate to Salvation Army and I didn’t just donate can foods I provided can openers also.
I am so Good and happy Today
I Wish you was Here with me too celebrate ……
JCMT 11/17/14
Categories:
openers, cool, poems,
Form:
ABC
But for those who forced darkness to take flight,
And could never by grounded thoughts abide,
But for those who fought the accustomed fright
At the new thunders rebel minds confide,
Fossil dreams we all would still inhabit,
In the muddied bogs of yore gladly flail.
Dead creeds’ taxidermy doth inhibit
Fresh breaths of reason on intellect’s sail.
Who met decreed answers with questions’ ire?
The gazers into depths and planets' glows,
The starters in gloom of curious fire,
Openers of eyes to vistas long closed.
I bask in the bright truths they dared to glean.
Away with crutches! On their light I lean.
Categories:
openers, books, courage, inspiration, light,
Form:
Sonnet
*Image of Season Openers by MailT.
JUST AUGUST
a romp through August
supine rests outstretched on sands
three-year-old farmhands
blowing bubbles after rain
a finger-read splendid book
2022 August 06
*3rd Place*
JUST AUGUST
~~Andrea Dietrich: Judged 2022 August 21
Categories:
openers, august, autumn,
Form:
Tanka
They wander through the streets smart;
Aleck. Baldwin wrote about inner
City. Limits to where they can . . .
Openers on the counter of soup
Kitchens. Table manners are lacking
Substance; abuse. Mothers crying,
Babies from womb to grave. Yard
By yard. Stick to being invisible.
Categories:
openers, people, philosophy, political,
Form:
Free verse
Some ride coffins
Black and slick
Completely round
The best of linen interior
For when your inbound
Four feet laid under the ground.
Some swim in tears
Blue tinted, salty, and clear
Drowning their cheers
Pain always living in it
Public with their lament
Swollen eyes become slits.
Some hide from fears
Pressure stifling abilities
Alien to feelings of tranquility
Melting into the woodworks
Like lost tribes of gloom
Dead flowers which will never bloom.
Some are searchers
Seeking out the wretches
Desperately taking accolades
Like bones being tossed
To rabid slobbering dogs
Selfishly wanting their own applause.
Some are procreators
Breeders of hate
Tearing the wombs
Bleeders of hearts
Butchers of gentleness they filet
Lost souls for the ones who disobey.
Some take things farther
Openers of closed doors
Never sitting still
Builders strengthening others wills
Unselfishly bringing new beginnings
To those of the nonliving.
Some we never knew
Like aimless doves flying
Wrinkling moments in time
With upside down smiles
Painted onto canvasses
Of blank faces…
Categories:
openers, angst, life, people,
Form: