Best Optimum Poems
Well hopefully you've read the last "Poetry for Poets", now here's the one I wanted to write, enjoy...
POETRY FOR POETS
(I own this- edition)
Poems
more organic than fertilizer
rooted in the **** of life
manure
Some grow wild
seeking their light
through a gnarled thicket
of images
and symbolism.
Ill watered
or sprayed with chemical defoliants
they strangle themselves,
few
managing to blossom.
Manicured
Poems thoughtfully precisely planted
to achieve optimum yield
banquet
though occasionally
poems require to be forged
beaten into shape
like a horse shoe
with a few holes
accurately placed
ensuring they will be nailed
to their purpose
Pruned
dead words and metaphors
selectively snipped away
stunning display
There are times when it’s best to live with your poetry
Cover yourself with its words until they stretch and become sloppery
For its comfort increases as the stanzas begin to fray
Patched elbows illuminating what you intend to say
And eventually you’ll have a poem to slip into by the fire
To savour with hot chocolate as it ignites your desire
Poems
more organic than fertilizer
flourish when tendered
with love
There is much to be loved and appreciated about the United States Constitution, and
Heaven, I believe, breathed upon the founding fathers in their pursuit of good government.
England was ruled by kings and state bishops but never were there to be such in New England.
Christianity was indeed the driving force behind the nation, but no religion was to be mandated.
One of the things I appreciate most about the constitution is its God-Awareness and wisdom.
Nothing in history had provided the new nation with the idea of a government of, for, and by the people.
Sudden and swift suicide seemed certain a decade prior, except to those men willing to die for their cause.
Thirteen states united and saw themselves as, "We the people in order to form a more perfect union".
Independence had been fought for and obtained, and now it was time to establish a secure government.
Their time had come to be a beacon, a city on a hill, and it was time for good principled laws among men.
Unity was paramount, but it also required an agreement to disagree when a total agreement was not possible.
Tolerance among countrymen of like purposes was far superior to the intolerance and tyranny of Britain.
It was now time to put into practice, to implement, to execute and practice their plan before all the world.
Optimum care has been implemented, making this document the envy of the world.
Navigating and activating this sacred document need never be a constitutional crisis.
07022019PoSoupContest, Another Eight Word Challenge, Kai Michael Neumann. Chosen word: Constitution
Once there was a famous king,
More famous than Ozymandias.
His name was King Wolf.
Sultan was his nickname.
He called himself a benevolent despot;
And his style of government
A ‘democratic dictatorship.’
He spoke good English—
A foreign language, though;
Only a minor problem with 'l' and 'r':
Once, for instance, a reporter asked him,
"What about elections, Your Majesty?"
His response:
"Why, I have them everyday!"
The poor reporter was thoroughly confused.
His kingdom was a land of superlatives:
The oldest civilization,
The largest standing army,
The largest population,
The largest exporter—of people,
The largest emitter of carbon dioxide,
Now the second largest exporter of goods, too,
And will soon be the largest.
Since his was the most populous kingdom,
Demography was his obsession,
Which he called his specialization.
Of course, Sultan had tried his best
To check population growth—
By means of family planning.
It didn't work.
So he curbed people’s Right to have children.
But still there was a huge difference
Between the optimum number
And ground reality!
Therefore, Sultan hatched a wonderful plan:
Started a war with a friendly neighbour.
Every section of twenty soldiers in his army
Had just one primitive rifle between them:
If a soldier went on,
He would be shot.
If he went back,
Again, he would be shot.
A Catch-22!
Many of his men were slaughtered.
But still Sultan won—by sheer numbers!
Oh, God!
But the King did not believe in God.
Like king, like people!
But the dead soldiers were only a small number.
So, now another plan:
Government is the boss.
Let people overwork.
Sultan cracked the whip.
And a number of people died—
Of overwork, year after year.
Further reduction in population.
Production increased:
Cheap goods flooded the world market:
From PCs to push-up bras.
No warranty.
The economy boomed.
Ah, his kingdom became a Big Power!
But once some workers gathered
In the Capital and protested—
Against exploitation.
The name of Karl Marx was in the air.
“Listen,” Sultan roared, “Marx died—
Long ago.
So should you—now,
For raising his name in vain.”
So, still further reduction in population!
Now, when this narrative ended,
Sultan was busy, planning for another war.
Poor soul!
How else could he solve the problem—
Of overpopulation?!
***
Are winners defined by prowess
In business or in sport
Or by intellectual power
Backed by academic report?
Is losing determined
By lack of financial wealth
In lieu of big-hearted happiness
Or optimum good health?
Why do moguls and titans
With no Faith take the leap
While penniless paupers
Leap for joy from their feet?
How come rich men's wives
Are miserable, children spoiled
While laborers are elated
Though clothes and hands are soiled?
Are winning and happiness one and the same
When the affluent are unhappy is money to blame?
Why are the poor who struggle hard to survive
Still able to know jubilation in their lives?
Their money's still here when the rich are long gone
Just like when they came they leave naked and alone
With wealth or in poverty life is borrowed time
Where prime dividends are the spiritual kind
Abundance is far too uncommon to be the standard
By which winning in life might be judged
Suggesting those without means or money
Were never in favor with God
The value of winning might be in dollars and cents
But the price of happiness is the lack of pretense
Copyright 2016 Iger Rolyat All Rights Reserved
She, Of The Cosmic Essence
Aware Of A Power
Aware Of A Presence
And Aware Of The Need For Our
Desire To Rise Higher
… and Higher
To Our Optimum Height
Patricia … You Are Like The Alaskan Lights
Those Northern Flares and Colors In Cold Night
Floating Dreams, So Mesmerizing
Patricia, Brings It To Her Poetic Themes
Such Are The Verses She Shares To View
And Reading Them, She's Showing You
Her Cosmic Essence Insight
Oh Patricia, You’re An Alaskan Light …
So, Keep Reaching, Keep Speaking … and Write !
For The Girl, Who Shared A Comfy, Snug Book Read
On One Of Her Snowy Days … (Via Her Poem- ‘Autumn’s Passing’
Also - Your Poem ‘Journey’ is One)
See … It Brought Back Some Wonderful Memories To Me …
Your Poet-Friend,
The MoonBee
In quiet, space breaks down into insight.
Opposing the edge amidst deceit and blight.
Imperceptible resonation is reflected back.
On a hunch, or at the stroke of night track.
A lethal tree is still close in the woodlands.
The spirit was trailing on the kist of the tree.
At first, kids looked to chip with their hands.
Seep into the night in a ruddy shrunken spree.
I wake up early to the Greek myth of Zeus.
A vessel drifting on the Dal Lake in Udaipur.
The sound of a woman sobbing in sadness.
Over calm green oceans, echoes in Jupiter.
She was performing in a velvety baritone.
Pain in the midst of the tranquility of dawn.
Endeavoring to perform the icy top in June.
Mountains that frame the Kilimanjaro awn.
Ghastly calamities smash and deeply devastate.
I rightly fear that wide-open harm didn't recover.
You can expect the best, yet I will never hesitate.
My dear life depends on your choice; kindly usher.
I regularly defied to bid someone to criticize.
The one-sided truth was dazzling blindness.
My space was thwarted in the related size.
I felt as if somebody led a ruin process.
Sacredness to which humankind might relate,
With the moon sitting on edge of the world.
Mountains meet to uncover the ornate.
Smiling and radiating, from high observed.
There are times when I can feel the crests fly.
I'm being held down as my blood is drained.
Brain scars result from ruined sight and sway.
When I perish, a chasm arises in my mind.
A lean, edge-on which rests one's optimism.
Please be cautious of steps you split wide open.
In fate, a walk on shells will be optimum.
Shift much fatal shooting and be woken.
I minded my name being said in a whisper.
I was adducible of a hand tapping my forearm.
When I swung around to direct a look closer,
I found myself alone and aching for smarm.
How might a heart that dorsum and delicate,
Have the sway to bear a vast part desolate.
But we're apt despite our humble eyesight.
To discover the earth and the vast infinite.
The monstrosity of the encompassing world.
Encompassed by both the sight and the sound.
Emotions energize the heart within the darkness.
Eyes that can consistently scan such elegance.
1st Place Contest Winner.
Written: June 01, 2022
This Or That, Vol 12 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Written: April 6, 2024
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We dwell in the sanctuary of slumber.
Where stars fade away, light may encumber.
Oh, the comfort found in weak rays of light.
Do they disappear quickly as a passing night?
Fireflies dance upon the summer's veil.
As winter jar embraces me, I stand pale.
Gazing at horizons, seeking a distant light,
Does it seek me, too? In the depths of night.
It softly murmurs, filled with a deep desire.
An intricate interplay of destiny and attire.
Does it hunt me down as well?
It behaves as if it were a mild wind swell.
Keeping hidden tales from the light.
Articulated with precision and clarity.
Seasons, adorned with heavenly sight.
Nature's pattern was weaved into parity.
In hues of gold and crimson blaze,
A symphony of beauty, nature's praise.
Whispering gently, my name echoes.
Through the corridors of time, it flows.
A melodic refrain, gentle and sweet,
In the realm of echos, our souls meet.
Bathed in a light embrace,
Reaching optimum grace.
A speck emerges, sudden and small.
Darkness that outshines them all.
Oh, that ethereal glowing
A strange beauty, perfectly flowing.
Gravity, oh, how it strikes, high
With a force that no one can deny,
It hits adamantine, with all its might.
A power that holds us tight.
Part 1
Lithium, Sodium, Potassium
All from Periodic Table Group One
Their reactivity is maximum
And they affect the human condition
Rechargeable batteries use Lithium
As a component in their production
It tries to make mental health optimum
In treating the bipolar condition
Sodium is essential in nutrition
As sodium chloride salt in food for taste
Sodium compounds home products are common
Some are baking soda, soap and toothpaste
Healthy nutrition needs Potassium
A good source of it is the banana
It's used in fireworks which are awesome
And also used in plant fertilizer
Part 2
I can still remember quite vividly
Watching alkali elements' power
It was in a lab class in chemistry
Demonstrated by our class teacher
A piece of sodium placed on water
Began to hiss very furiously
It then sped up under its own power
And ran around as if it was crazy
Potassium was much more violent
It made an extremely loud crackling sound
Then suddenly up into flames it went
And scared the wits out of the class around
"I Do Believe"
The purpose of LIFE is to {Living In Faith Ever}
to enrich God within us
to an optimum level
so that We as Humans
can be guided by God
to fuel out brothers and sisters
with the same driving force
to connect with the living God,
to His existence and
to See the Invisible,
Believe the Incredible, and
to Receive the Impossible
to our everlasting journey
to Heaven.
Rev. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2013
http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com
When money becomes a man’s greatest motivation,
timely treasures metamorphose into timeless temptation...
his desire to be richer than others will be the foundation
upon which he will build the castles of corruption.
When reckless rodents become the rulers of a great nation,
they preen in the pomp of power, prejudice and perdition...
And in their boisterous bid to win the next general elections;
they mortgage the future fortune of unborn generations.
A nation without a definite destination needs no direction...
to such, every side attraction becomes a source of distraction.
Since manners and morals were murdered by modernization...
Common crimes have become the core creed of our civilization.
“Change begins with me” is our new national salutation,
let every man carry out a mental environmental sanitation.
Politicians should embark on a socioeconomic disinfection...
Budgeting billions to milk millions should go into extinction.
Investors should put service before profit maximization,
Consumers should put need before undue satisfaction.
Family and societal values should be given optimum attention...
We do not need to re-brand a product still under construction.
If political offices continue to be a juicy platter and position
for the few to get economic and financial domination...
We should put the change-chains in the right direction,
Change begins when chain beckons on terrifying traditions.
say no
say no to war
how pity it is
to see young innocent children
innocent of the evils of this world
crying for their dead mothers and fathers
with no promise to the future
for religious and political
falsehood causing disaster
the poor always has to fight
in other to see the sunlight
but the optimum principle
is to do right
for life has turn to war
no that guns are sore
and words are pure
for that am sure
but who cares
love they abhor
materialism they adore
prevention they say
is better than cure
so say no
say no to war
like told before
a godly tree provides a good shelter
and it fruits satisfies hunger
why not live in peace and harmony
so that we all will be
free and happy
By destiny, became friends
Not by real contact but e - contact
Great was the distance that separate, yet felt so close
Shared dreams, goals and ambitions
With optimum passion of achieving them
Shared knowledge which empowered onto wisdom
Got to know the common and contrast
Hours after hours, laughed and frowned
Days after days, shared pains and gains
Months after months, the hearts seemed too close for an e-feelings
There arose a need for some definitions to be made
Necessitating some decisions to be taken
Alas! picked the word 'distance' even in the digital world
Anytime the past memories beeped,
It seemed treading the future path was impossible
Month by month, could see more possibility
Day by day, could get rid of the past memories
Hour by hour, the future path became clearer
And at the last minute when everything seem to be new
There appear the e-friend in the real world
Like a shadow under the sparkling light
with blast of some melodious music of Spanish touch
Thought everything was over
But not the impression left by love
which could lead to something new
And definitely in the real world
Carolyn Devonshire’s angelic face.
Artful beauty my heart can not erase.
Ravishing grace bestowed mine eyes.
Optimum feelings in my heart rise.
Love at first sight you captured my heart.
Your smile enchanting my soul at the start.
Now and forever you will live in my heart.
Dear Carolyn, I saw your little picture to the left
of your comment to Chef’s blog . Your picture above
your bio walking along the shore, barefoot blue jeans rolled
to your calves and the top whoa a silhouette in the sun sitting
on the water. This is my first poem but I have read all of Chef’s
Love poems . He once told me you do not need a pen to write
Poetry , you need heart .You have given me that heart. If I may
LOVE kenny
Cryptic contours charade,
Rousing riverfront raid;
Young yonder years yielding,
Prosperous peace prancing;
Taunting tale telling trite,
Icon imprints invite,
Clever casting charm cites...
Minds merge mingling motives,
Embalm emergent edge;
Rising riches restive,
Lofty lion-maned ledge;
Instruct inbound inklings,
Outline obvious oozing,
Niche nice new nurturing...
Fancy fish-tail flings flair,
Age aligns apt affairs;
Sense survival seeking,
Hope's hasty hurts hurling;
Intent invents impasse,
Observe optimum ooze;
Now nimble nascent noose,
Salty sea spray surpass...
Sculpt seaward sea-bubble:
Taut tensile tendency,
Obscure odd odyssey,
Raise roomy revelry;
Years yield yarns you yodel...
See sensuous story stay,
Charm cleverly cheers clay;
Raise rousing ripe refrains,
Indulge instincts ingrained;
Prime plot puzzling playground,
Trailblazer touching town...
Move myopic mindset,
Yesterday yielding yet;
Tease trouble's trying threats,
Hoist happy hustling hat...
Leon Enriquez
01 November 2014
Singapore
NELSON MANDELA
N-National
E-Endearing
L-Leader,
S-Society’s
O-Optimum
N-Nostrum
M-Mythical
A-Apostolic
N-Negotiator,
D-Divinity’s
E-Emissary,
L-Liberty’s
A-Apotheosis!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 DECEMBER 2013
GREAT MEN NEVER DIE!
Dem. Trifiatis