Best Ordains Poems
Bestowed with femininity,
wisdom, elegance, and grace,
exemplifying dignity,
daughter of the human race.
X chromosome integrity
ordains attributes endowed,
according by propensity,
a nature kind and proud.
Beauty and vitality
anoint her noble gender,
magnum opus artistry
imparts celestial splendor.
Her marvelous complexity
gives complementary disposition
to valiant masculinity
for a perfect coalition.
Exquisite physiology
yields licentious pleasure due
the wanton sensuality
of erotic pas de deux.
Magnificent hologyny,
woman becomes by thy behest,
sacred vessel of posterity,
with honor ever blessed.
Well, Gypsy Guy would rather die than hunker down in chains,
be ridden south with bit in mouth, or heed the hold of reins.
The ruling lot are in a spot, the boss man he complains:
“The gypsies’ soul, I can’t control, my patience wears and wanes;
they will not cede to common greed, which conquers far domains
and furtive spies and news that lies have barely baked their brains.
“But in the court of last resort the final fix remains:
in boxcar bins with violins we’ll freight them out in trains
(should one ask why, a quick reply: ‘It’s that which God ordains!’),
and in the bogs, they’ll die like dogs, and everybody gains.”
there once was a time of simple pleasures
like hop-scotch, marbles and electric trains
hop-scotch turnd into scotch on the rocks
when i got drunk enough to realize what adulthood ordains
childhood led to my becoming a hood
i held a lot of adoration for adolescence
my youth was an era of hopes and dreams
and faith formed of fact was at its essence
stealing kisses in the kitchen became blatant thievery
i played spin the bottle until i spun out of control
jumping rope landed me at the end of my rope
and sin seeped deep into my soul
I recall when nursery rhymes first became rhetoric
And when reality dashed the dreams to which I once clung
Now, at sixty four, I have only one regret
And that is the fact that I didn’t die young
© 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~
I sit in golden gladness on the shore
on this – an early summer peaceful day.
Sun high in blue sky. Who could ask for more?
My toes are children! Happily they play
by wiggling down into the sun-kissed grains
of sand into which I have dug my feet.
Cool water of the ocean now ordains
I take my feet and give them a nice treat.
I run at waves – refreshment rolling fast!
My feet, splish-splashing – leap! And the minutes fly.
If only I could make this feeling last.
I’d bottle it! When grey days happened by,
I’d splash it on! Now back to the dry land,
I run to plunge my toes again in sand.
June 4, 2020
for the Splash Contest of Kai Michael Neumann
Luna, lovely Luna,
she is a goddess
and also
~the moon is
an honest Manipulator~
See her, this beauty
waxing and waning
so steadfastly.
She is always there
above us
like the immutable God
who planted her
at the planet’s genesis
as the night scape
for all humanity.
Who can say why
she inspires painters to paint
and poets to praise her grace?
With the wiles of a woman,
she changes shape
yet she stays the course
set by her creator,
for never does she stray
from her usual pattern.
God did not make her
to be a liar,
yet oh, how she beguiles!
Throughout millennia,
she has glowingly gazed down
on numberless lovers.
How many affairs of the heart
did she help to consummate?
Her constant rhythms
turn the oceans’ tides
and when fully bloomed,
this mysterious moon
is said to induce madness.
Yet who can pin guilt
on the face of such
pearlescent innocent
luminescence?
Like earth’s seas,
we are mystically pulled to her.
A portion of our fate
she pre-ordains,
and whether she is silver,
ivory white or golden,
she steers the way,
and we are fools
who do not understand
her power.
Decem in expectancy has come anon
This morn, dress in bridal mist
Of late night dews that fall on
Worn ferns, Bahama and Lilies amidst
A slim cool air in the atmosphere
Gently bids adieu to a fleeting year.
Alas, in a lull have all the waters
Make their confluence in crystal Heav’n;
Solace plants derive from dew showers
With stalks and buds and roots swoll’n.
Ha, a weaver in flight put up a nest
And makes to breed with a new guest!
Adieu, adieu, adieu ye lonely years
Adieu, make way for a conjugal bliss
To sapp drops of tears as with fears
When hearts in harmony conjoin with ease;
For HE who mould a woman out of man
Ordains them for warmth in storm and harmattan!
Stride the aisle then, daughter of Anwu
Thy beauty God’s house brightly lit
All things beautiful, and marvelous too
God makes them all, God did it!
Happy day, happy hearts, happy love
Happy as the wings of a soaring dove!
Happy still, the one who finds his rib
That one and one no longer two but one
And yet multiply by eros in filial crib
With new born babes; daughter and son.
Hence shall the fountain of health and grace
And the spring of joy flow all thy days!
(For Goddidit Esiro Igbape).
The poppies grow in fields of corn
Lamenting days gone by.
Once they were soldiers
Sounding their battle cry;
Now distant memories lie stillborn.
Each poppy a memorial between a
Sea of proud husks bray,
And each corn of scorn
Ordains the soldiers day;
Once aromatic flowering placenta.
And the generals did it in for them.
Whoa! toxic compounds really flow
Who knew this Earth was not a ho?
When with her we toyed
Her life got destroyed
And oh no! we’ll reap what we sow
Humans are the planet’s riffraff
Our trash ordains an epitaph
This green world seemed sweet
Now smashed and not neat
So who's not the wheat but the chaff?
Some say affection is a farce.
I’d surmise a soul who feels as such receives it in sparse parts.
Yet most will one day find themselves in amour.
As the Temptress ordains by coitus sustained, you will remain.
Not out of plight or by oath, but through providence.
For love is the ontological constant, so says the monogamous ominous.
That who created us oxytocin automatons with a volition so insidious, that both our spiritual and biological imperatives became synonymous.
If life were a game, than the deck is 51 cards; bearing one irrational inequivalence that's strikingly obvious.
The Ace of Hearts.
The fiercest and the kindest, as inconceivable as that may seem.
Yet if a boundless arithmetic exist in mathematics, than it will persist; to be the only quantity that realizes it’s infinite significance.
Gracious
Omnipresent
Defends
Saves
Forgives
Acquits
vindicates
ordains
undertakes
Redeems
You have granted me life and favor, and Your care has preserved my spirit. Job 10:12
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You anoint my head with oil; my cup runs over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Psalm 23:5–6
What is man that You are mindful of him, and the son of man that You visit him? For You have made him a little lower than the angels, and You have crowned him with glory and honor. You have made him to have dominion over the works of Your hands; You have put all things under his feet. Psalm 8:4–6
job 33:26
Then he will pray to God, and He will accept him, That he may see His face with joy, And He may restore His righteousness to man.
Isaiah 30:18
therefore the LORD longs to be gracious to you, And therefore He waits on high to have compassion on you For the LORD is a God of justice; How blessed are all those who long for Him
Zephaniah 3:17
"The LORD your God is in your midst, A victorious warrior He will exult over you with joy, He will be quiet in His love, He will rejoice over you with shouts of joy. Amen
The howl escapes me,
I cannot help it;
an ululation heralds my arrival.
I am commanded.
Something has slept
but wakes now, is loosed,
something primal, instinct
given licence to devour.
She drives my sweet new youth,
my keen eyes, my potent musculature,
the urgent hormones
that set my new agenda.
She directs, she is
my dominatrix;
her whiteness
is fire in my veins.
Feelings unfurl from within
like a flag declaring dominance.
Hair bristles, bones crack,
she ordains my morphology.
And I am thirsty, and so hungry
to sate this new appetite,
to experience, to touch, to infect.
I change irrevocably. I am Alpha.
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OUR GALACTIC PASSION
We are not yet one but no longer like sky’s distant two,
I sense your tender skin’s pulse and feel the lips’ pull of you,
And know from fire’s smoldering iris I need look no further:
Orbiting closer, jeweled worlds swirl around each other
Like planetessimals, no longer wanderers of ashen night,
Yet charted by twined veins, twinned together by buds so tight,
Gliding in space forever warmed in heaven’s embrace:
A fresher paradise than that created on earth’s rockface.
What existed then as a seed in your eyes faintly glowing -
All around now, winds of celestial fragrance blowing;
If lovers hold candles when time of after-dusk trembles
Then two can be one united by stars’ and sands’ marbles,
With only paradise’s soul bare as vulnerability’s essences,
This gift of near-sacred vow awakens everlasting senses.
So, on and on this carousel of dance and passion sustains -
Leaning on your hair’s trellis, you deign a kiss that ordains
A rehearsal of flamed vows for a lifetime in this bower
Where fruits’ memories bathe in love's enthralling power.
Our star visible to all as if multiplied nebulae are ascendant:
A twin-point merging in the expanse of lit galaxies resplendent.
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Submitted by nette onclaud
Written for competition “WHAT LOVE MEANS TO YOU”
written jointly by
nette onclaud and sydney peck (both members of Poetry Soup)
Fate Of Mankind...
(this prognosticator ordains,
which if came to pass no brains)
necessary to impress any
goo goo dolls, nor swains!)
Cited in crosshairs of thermonuclear warfare
quite an about face from bursts of creativity,
yet omnipresent palpable threat everywhere
unlike sangfroid hermitage within Abbey air
habitués hosting religious peacemongers care
ring about spiritual well being, nsync by prayer
regular quotidian discipline dissociating scare
re: global apocalyptic genocidal holocaust sear
ring significant sinister malevolent electioneer
macabre mushroom clouds vitiating atmosphere
burnt offerings charred flora and fauna cohere
glommed together undifferentiated pulverized
conglomeration bespeaks devastated biosphere
survivors (if any) few and far between gallows
humor, sans mockery former Amazon billionaire
irrelevant wealth superfluous banked nightmare
*****sapiens like mummified zombies blinded by
light, eclipsed contaminated heavily sheltering sky
succor solemn deliverance bombed appallingly revere
inescapable damn earth bottled genii raiment austere
foretold prophecy regarding Doomsday clock spare
ring extra crispy char broiled ribs aplenty profiteer
awaiting her/him able to make a killing apprenticed
savvy entrepreneur opportunity, though no cashier
to pay, hence former Trumpeting strictly volunteer
job with bone fried benefits superior than Medicare
accompanied by death as fine companion buddy sincere
need not be grave concern, so minus annihilation and air
choking stench, viz total extinction moonscape sphere
flora obliterated only scorched landmarks thoroughfare,
humongous bajillion shades of gray cremated vaporware
vague hint former edifice Taj Mahal wanting consigliere
so opportunities galore to look as smoking hot fleshpot
overactive imagination helpful to conjure all in the
family Maude Lynn good times MASHup of yesteryear!
Villanelle: Is there ever a moment when reason reigns
Is there ever a moment when reason reigns
“Never! Ever!” – cry the forsaken by Life
“Friends depart, Enemies approach,” Yi Jing ordains
Hold not to friends and think you can sever chains
Even to raise children you must beg the wife
Is there ever a moment when reason reigns
Friends are also humans the other self disdains
Like as not the same humans bind you in strife
“Friends depart, Enemies approach,” Yi Jing ordains
Stand alone and your World will collapse in ruins
But what a lovely fight you got out of Life!
Is there ever a moment when reason reigns
You can spurn the mean the blackguard: “Filthy swine’s!”
Turn back on hypocrites retreat into self
“Friends deoart, Enemies approach,” Yi Jing ordains
The same humans who to you cause all the pains
To some others serve as saviours in strife
Is there ever a moment when reason reigns:
“Friends depart, Enemies approach,” Yi Jing ordains!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
2. "over the waters blue the night winds sigh, the breakers roar ... Samual Taylor Coleridge
Wailing wind amid strongest ocean storm
Night falls swiftly on tumultuous scene
Sailors aware for they have been well-warned
This is their reality not a dream.
Through long hours before sun ordains to rise
Neptune's wrath bombards with no sign of grace
Mariners strong, elements they defy
Lighthouse aids battle and fear is erased.
As ocean's tantrum slowly does abate
Sunrise breaks through the darkest of dark night
Yet, sailors' love of ocean 'tis innate
Phlegmatic, fearless men removed from fright.