Best Opening Poems
O God of the universes of Creation as a whole
I raise my hands; and open my heart and soul.'
Prostrate I call upon your power, to bless my
Friends in these long dark hours' these days
Long abhorred stand now at their doors, I ask
You gird their spirits with strength; enlighten their
Minds that they drive hence' each evil time that
They may face, pray turn them into typhoons
That will remove each trace; those of fear, of doubt
and all false pride, beside them; I ask your power
Resides, of your angel throng assign to them
More than they ever need, these women and men.'
Andrea Deitrich Michael Tor Heidi sands Connie
Marcum Wong Judy Ball Bill Baker Robert Ligouri
Joseph May Harry Horseman Brother Jacob
Sally Eslinger Sara Kendrick Sam Kaufman Joe
Dimino Len Gasun Pangiota Romios James
Marshall Goff Billy the Kidster Vince Suzdail
Jnr Kim Rodriuges Beta Augustin Rob Carmac
Robert Lindley Brandy Nichole Laura Leiser
And last, but not least B J Legros Kelly '
Much Love to all.'
May they each put to flight any 5000 that come
Up against them in any honourable venture they
Embark upon, be that written spoken or intimated
May you be with them each one dear Lord in Jesus
Name with the Holy Spirit as witness.'
St. Milt’s Grand Opening today
Come and celebrate with us
On Martin Luther King Day
Worldwide choirs and gospel music
Singing MLK’s best loved hymns
Mahalia Jackson, Nina Simon
It’s grand opening, today
“Poetry Kids” reciting poems
Perfect for honoring the mission
Of this humble man, preacher, and scholar
It’s Martin Luther King Jr. Day
Celebrate the great works he
Did for the Civil Rights Movement
Come and see our gallery
Recitals of Dr. King’s “We Shall Over Come”
“The Dream” his glorious words
That all men are created equal
Representing love and non-violence
We are serving MLK’s favorite foods
MLK was a minister, father, husband
And a son of the South
Here are the foods he loved to eat
Classic Southern foods we all love
A big Sunday meal
Southern delicacies
Fried Chicken
Sweet Potatoes
Pickled Eggs
Smothered Steak
Macaroni and Cheese
Collard Greens
Warm buttermilk cornbread
Quilly-Dr. King’s mother’s recipe
Pecan Pie
Where do we go from here?
Dr. King because of you, we are
Fairer and freer than in your time
Bigotry began to fade
More justice for all
Progress has been made
Dr. Martin Luther King,
You’ll march on in our spirits
Dr. Martin Luther King`s dream lives on
Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into friend--Martin Luther King Jr.
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends—Martin Luther King Jr.
--The opening of a new life--
Airborne smiles under a pessimistic cloud
Peaceful living memories, wiping every frown
Vibrant beams throughout the night
The outflow shadows cloud nine;
Scoot away from the pain,
Enjoy all eyes towards the gateway
An endless fate awaits
Maybe not today
Perhaps not tomorrow
Be Free * Live Happily
And just Believe--
--The Beginning of everything--
By; PD
A Sweet Merry Christmas From: PD
you touch me
and I fall away
to nothing
breaking apart
into a thousand
petals of want
I am as bewitched
as the trail
that lies beneath
your hand
incantations
sing through my blood
and I am wrought,
with my need
to list into you
at just a touch
I need to inhale
but,
you breath life
into every molecule
to overflow my spirit
and in the essence
of love
I lay in want
of the masters
hand
and to fall as petals
at his feet
~~~~
Entered in Catie Lindsay's Competition
Fanning the Flames
Gained 1st Place
Love is a flower garden,
An ocean of emotions;
Photographs of memories,
Love is a journey.
There are many kinds of love,
A lover's embrace and kiss;
Love of family and friends,
The love of a pet.
Love of nature and the world,
Mankind and all creatures;
For me, the love of poetry,
And, I love you God.
Oh, love turns the world around,
Love is stronger than a war;
Hate, jealousy have no chance,
Love, a fragile bud . . .
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May 1, 2016
Poetry/Dodoitsu/Love- A Fragile Bud Opening
Copyright Protected, ID 16-784-525-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Love Turns The World Around
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
First Place
I had an unusual reaction to opening my fridge today
Two cardboard boxes from a long ago memory stood in my way
And I found suddenly I no longer had the appitite to eat
And with the palapating of my heart came the quickening of my feet
And I - without thought - decided to hide from my past today
Bruised knuckles and silent tears
Even sunlit pictures are filled with hidden fears
And a symbol or a number or a song or a smell
Takes me by the eyes and drags me back into that hell
And no memory is left to be sweet
Every thought leaves me trembling at his feet
I hurry to leave the heart throbbing sight
The trigger following me into the height
Of my paradoxal panic - that leaves me senseless
And the memories flow of the nights I lay defenseless
Two cardboard boxes stood in my way
Active PTSD can transform a whole day.
Her touch is gentle
Seeking only to comfort,
To search out the source
Of their trouble, their pain
They lie at first, silent
In fear of what dark form
Has sent this suffering
To disrupt their peace
The worry tears at their heart
Speaking only to their ears
Painting pictures only for their eyes
For they are alone; only they can feel
Her gentle touch, her voice,
Her presence reassures them
They are not alone,
There are those who care
Their fear retreats, recoils
Their ears turned deaf to its voice
Its pictures now but shadows
That no eyes can see
This gentle care, this courage
Opens their hearts, their hope’s restored
They share then, feeling close
To those who cared for them
How reverently he removes the seal,
anticipating the fragrance,
the first small taste,
remembering the warmth and
laughter of the party,
parties, the bar, the taverns,
the men, the women,
long-tailed cigarette smoke curling.
His tongue unconsciously caresses
the corner of his mouth
as his left hand cups
the shoulder of the bottle
gently and firmly as a lover.
Drawing a penknife from his pocket
he pulls open the blade to cut
the black band binding the cap,
his lips slightly pursed,
engrossed in the process.
Deftly flicking the cap,
he lays it aside and pauses;
it takes only a moment
for the subtle vapors
to lift to his nostrils.
Not quite a smile,
something even more
expressive of pleasure,
a submission,
a peace that fills him
as if coming home
from an arduous journey.
He pours.
The governor announced that gyms
Will open in a week
So all the fitness freaks can start
Improving their physique.
At just one-third capacity,
Facilities will let
Much fewer members enter
To absorb each other’s sweat.
Despite the mandatory masks,
(Assuming all comply)
There will not be a surface
That remains germ-free and dry.
Yet hordes will flock to exercise
And take it all in stride,
While others, me among them,
Will continue walks outside.
Right now
I have words
flowing from my veins,
but what if it stops?
That can never happen
all I have to do
is slice another one open,
somewhere to dip my quill,
another way to release
the torrent,
the flows,
the waves
of emotion that crash within me.
To eat away at the walls
that they use to keep the likes of me out,
but that can never happen
I go where I want,
the more unwelcome,
the more I'll be there,
slowly pounding,
eroding,
wearing down
the barricades they set
to keep out the malcontents,
the undesirable,
the vile,
the evil.
Yes tis I
the one no one would welcome
howling in the back,
scratching at the window,
knocking at your door,
pounding on your chest.
I have been here
forever....
waiting....
slinking....
perched on your windowsill,
sitting just out of sight,
'til the right moment.
That's how I do,
that one second
can change your life,
and make mine last so much longer,
every little taste extends my being,
brings me closer to my next target.
As long as fear exists
there will be me....
Old woman let me help.
I can get that door for you.
The sadness in your face says it all.
It's the least that I can do.
So many years have passed you by .
The end is coming near.
Have you lived your life complete,
or do you leave your life in fear?
I can see a tear of pain
as I look into your eyes.
You say you have regrets
and that you wish you were more wise.
You lived your life for others.
For that you stand with pride.
But sometimes you question why
when you look in from the other side.
Your ailing body once was strong.
I'm following close behind.
For my yesterdays seem far away.
Sometimes time can be unkind.
You once stood here in my shoes .
One day I'll stand in yours.
It will be me on the other side of someone opening up the door.
My eyes will say it all , as they do when I look into yours.
So many things that we can see
from opening people's doors.
I don't want to run and hide
From these feelings way inside
That's been shut and closed a while
Emotions were not my style
Anger hurt and revenge
Never made me break or bend
Joy caring and happiness
I never really got to miss
I was always cold as stone
Being on my very own
Feelings never seen or heard
Others tried but never lured
Me into showing any
Even though I had plenty
That built up not getting loose
You planned out a sneaky ruse
Making emotions explode
My heart can no longer hold
All these feelings of love in
My life will finally begin
Slowly and gradually
You have set me free
Being alone for so long
Always acting very strong
Never realizing there was more
Now I just want to explore
All the mixed up things I've hid
No more putting a tight lid
On emotions never felt
You came along with the help
I needed to feel the touch
Of the love I've missed so much
Happiness comes from within
Look inside and you'll begin
To realize life can be fun
Once you seek and find the sun
That lights up within your heart
Those warm sunny rays will start
To heat you up with desire
Leading to a new high fire
Burning into your deep soul
Making you lose all control
Of your emotional decisions
Looking at life through new visions
Seeing all the things you've passed
All the wishes you had stashed
Away, never knowing that they can
Be part of a bigger plan
Including some of the dreams
Realizing now it seems
Every dream and wish comes true
When you see with eyes of new
When we say, ‘I am’, our hand goes to the heart,
signalling it represents seat of our soul,
which drenched in God’s love deems no one as apart.
To open the heart is our very first goal,
without which in truth soul’s life quest cannot start
but the problem is, ego is in control
and so animal instincts as yet prevail,
with thoughts orbiting dark desires that assail.
The heart is all love and love employs no force,
so it’s only by free will that we can choose,
to make our touch gentle and change our life’s course,
heeding voice of conscience, repaying our dues,
atoning in silence and feeling remorse,
praying like a child till love begins to ooze.
Heart is the centre of our chakras seven;
God dwells deep within, so take it as heaven.
I can watch them again,
grown men at a children's game,
the glory of the Show
on the TV screen.
For a while
I couldn’t watch,
knowing
I’d been close.
A phenom
Double A at 18
90+ fastball,
but it didn’t move.
And in Triple A
and spring training
for the Show
they ate it up.
When I tried harder
my arm blew up
rotator cuff - tendinitis
epicondylar fasciatus
Tommy John
physio, drugs, steroids.
Hope springs eternal
but nothing helped
enough.
Now I sit in this bar,
mush for brains
just like my arm.
Don’t care that
drugs and alcohol
don’t mix
as I watch them
knowing almost
is worse than
never.