Best Originates Poems
Courage of Youth, Battle of Ypres, Flanders Field
(A Tribute)
Tough as nails young man with a red right hand
red-fire and whiskey ran in his blood.
Courageous seed of vast and cold hard land
quick temper, power of a surging flood.
Seeker of life, its promised mysteries
rash gambler with all he would ever own.
Born on ship in high wind swept, roaring seas
toughest warrior his town had ever grown.
Met his fate by volley of red-hot lead
buried on ground scared and battle blasted.
Aye boys, fodder that machine guns were fed
fools marching to death, long as it lasted.
Now flowers cover up and Time denies
scenes of battle torn soil and blood-red skies.
R.J. Lindley
April 23rd, 1975
SONNET-(DEATH AND WAR'S FUTILITY)
Tribute to Courage of Youth-- Second Battle of Ypres, April 22nd 1915 .
Note- added - 8-26-2017
Wiki-
The name Flanders Fields is particularly associated with battles that took place in the Ypres Salient, including the Second Battle of Ypres and the Battle of Passchendaele. For most of the war, the front line ran continuously from south of Zeebrugge on the Belgian coast, across Flanders Fields into the centre of Northern France before moving eastwards — and it was known as the Western Front.
The phrase originates from a poem titled In Flanders Fields by Canadian Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, inspired by his service during the Second Battle of Ypres. The fields were not maintained for years before they were made into a memorial. Today Flanders Fields is home to thousands of poppies.
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Found this while rummaging through some of my old poems. Decided not to edit it. Leave it as it was composed over 42 years ago..
Added the note for those not familiar with that battle and its horrific carnage, primarily from the insanity of large bodies of troops marching into direct machine gun fire.
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Note:
This poem was selected and requested for teaching purposes at Cambridge University. Permission was granted for educational use.... RJL
Categories:
originates, conflict, death, fate, sorrow,
Form:
Sonnet
Sacred Dwellers
I am of Native American born
To be caretaker of Mother Earth sworn
I heal with powers, a medicine man
Tribal’s wise supernatural shaman
I am a sacred carved out Totem Pole
To recount familiar legends, a toll
Insightful spirit animals pride in
Taking a part as a loved guardian
I’m the buffalo hunted to survive
Tipis, meat, fur, vital to stay alive
I’m the turtle known as the peacemaker
That’s firm, serene never a forsaker
I am lizard, killing me brings bad luck
The creation story I play, soul struck
I butterfly bringer of dreams, arrange
Transformation and life cycle of change
I the wolf early ancestor of thee
Totem animal, wise, social, and free
Icon salmon renews energy rays
The legend conveys, respect natures ways
* Shaman translation- The word originates from the language of the Tungus people of Siberia. It can directly be translated literally to “one who works with fire”.
* Tipis (teepees)
Categories:
originates, animal, native american, spiritual,
Form:
Couplet
The Painful Facts
The nervous system originates in the brain.
Nerves send and receive signals to feel pleasure, fear or pain.
A baby’s diaper rash causes crying, pain and suffering,
Her torment needs attention , care and buffering,
She is so sensitive to pain, as were you and I ,
The slightest discomfort caused us to cry.
But because this is pain we can not now recall,
It does not mean we didn’t experience it all,
The nervous system is developed in Mom’s womb long before birth,
Of course, most people know this fact, for what it’s worth,
Why else does the babe instinctively move away,
When the medical probe is maneuvered her way?
She does not know the terms “women’s rights“, “choice” and “abortion”,
As she is killed, screaming in a fear and pain filled contortion,
But that baby’s pain simply doesn’t matter in this world of darkened lights,
She missed the boat when the flag unfurled for choice and women’s rights.
Dear child, you are just not old enough to be without pain and fear,
You see, we have too many excuses times one million a year.
May God buffer your pain my little friends when your shortened time is through,
And forgive your Moms and Dads for we may or may not know what we do.
And ask God to have mercy on us self blinded pretend Christians too,
As we vote for politicians who promote killing your siblings and you.
Dedicated to Chantel
This is a repost of the poem written 5/01/2010 in answer to a charge that babies don't feel pain anyway so it's okay to abort them.
The news today 4/17/2012 (AP news) reports that the fetal pain abortion law which recently came about in three states because of the scientific proof that unborn babies do feel pain is now under attack because people want to kill the little ones anyway in spite of their proven torture.
Perhaps some day our society will become civilized and history will reveal these acts for the barbarianism that it indeed is. Until then let's keep praying for our youngest most vulnerable minority friends.
Apparently now, Jan in the year 2019, States like New York have opted to let go of civilization altogether and drown their laws with paganism and child sacrifice. Lord God have mercy on us !? or not?
-Robert A. Dufresne
PS.
ET TU VERMONT ? FEB 20 2019
Categories:
originates, holocaust,
Form:
Rhyme
It all begins in the darkest part of our empty souls.
When we realize we won't or can't possibly reach our goal.
We gnash out bloodied teeth, crying to a crimson sky,
Lashing out..... "Why, why, why?"
So we bring out our heavy clubs and our iron chains.
And just like Nazis kill people with our words and ignorant
quills and propagandized brains.
There's not a scintilla of humor whatsover involved in this.
Just knives, cruel words and even our baseball bats and fists.
Keep reading and listening to hateful words and soon they
are your own.
The grass you walk on turns to broken glass, your hateful
words become shards that you cannot disown.
Making fun of others or belittling them to mere nothings?
Is one Hall of Fame to save ourselves from and find positive
moorings and dockings.
To take the gift of poetry and turn it into a hapless mockery?
Is surely is no show of goodness, humanity, nor is it poetic gallantry.
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Exodus23:1 "You shall not circulate a false report.
Do not put your hand with the wicked to be an
unrighteousness witness.
No matter who originates the accusation, we should
not repeat and spread it."
Lots of people in the Bible have been innocently accused
and since.
*It goes on daily on the Internet and so called news sources*
~*~*~*~
February 2, 2020
7am PST
Categories:
originates, evil, humanity, people, perspective,
Form:
Couplet
The nervous system originates in the brain.
Nerves send and receive signals to feel pleasure, fear or pain.
A baby’s diaper rash causes crying, pain and suffering,
Her torment needs attention , care and buffering,
She is so sensitive to pain, as were you and I ,
The slightest discomfort caused us to cry.
But because this is pain we can not now recall,
It does not mean we didn’t experience it all,
The nervous system is developed in Mom’s womb long before birth,
Of course, most people know this fact, for what it’s worth,
Why else does the babe instinctively move away,
When the medical probe is maneuvered her way?
She does not know the terms “women’s rights“, “choice” and “abortion”,
As she is killed, screaming in a fear and pain filled contortion,
But that baby’s pain simply doesn’t matter in this world of darkened lights,
She missed the boat when the flag unfurled for choice and women’s rights.
Dear child, you are just not old enough to be without pain and fear,
You see, we have too many excuses times one million a year.
May God buffer your pain my little friends when your shortened time is through,
And forgive your Moms and Dads for we may or may not know what we do.
And ask God to have mercy on us self blinded pretend Christians too,
As we vote for politicians who promote killing your siblings and you.
God bless you Chantel.
This is a repost of the poem written 5/01/2010 in answer to a charge that babies don't feel pain anyway so it's okay to abort them.
The news today 4/17/2012 (AP news) reports that the fetal pain abortion law which recently came about in three states because of the scientific proof that unborn babies do feel pain is now under attack because people want to kill the little ones anyway in spite of their proven torture.
Perhaps some day our society will become civilized and history will reveal these acts for the barbarianism that it indeed is. Until then let's keep praying for our youngest most vulnerable minority friends.
-Robert A. Dufresne
Categories:
originates, caregiving, daughter, life, people,
Form:
Couplet
Brain scans
A brain scan is viewed
and seems to record
the busyness of a brain
most independent and active..
A brain viewed as creator
with the scan recording the
colors and shapes..as this
electrical flesh originates our
minds and our lives..
However..we are invited to pause
and experience a revolution..
a revolution of reversal:
a top-down point of view replacing
an old and worn bottom-up..
Consciousness-only is napping
and dreaming of you and me
as we live our bottom-up lives..
on a promising day..a new
point of view finally dawns:
top-down is a gift of freedom..
we are shocked to find that
we are the one napping
and dreaming of breakfast and
jewels and brain scans...
~CC
Categories:
originates, celebration, discrimination, encouraging, graduation,
Form:
Bio
Written: February 15, 2024
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I ultimately rule over these stunning valleys,
Elm trees with mossy brows line the alleys.
Where distant peaks arise, calm and azure,
Akin to the strong tripods used for rapture.
Who can't view river stones as viable paths?
A scad of scramblers on spurs stoning laths.
To slay fair faces, who bartered leaden blasts,
And weapons because of their leopard casts.
Who inflicted lasting wounds upon the land,
Those who pursued the avian crowns stand.
Fetched to flatten fascinating flesh but failed,
Who still flies above "fallen Tomahawk," veiled?
From my awakened gaze, I view a world,
Across eyes that bear a black shade furled.
A confined space, restricted and stretched out,
Then I cast a velvety gaze over a dumb doubt.
In a shadowed visage, this is how I mumble,
These walls, built by oppression, must crumble.
I must quit as I gaze upon my unique form,
Through opened eyes, no longer blind corm.
And behold, my unique hands create,
The space exists within my mind spate.
Nonviolent activists avoid causing friction,
Path for discovery, not building any tension.
Yield your tension a flight and let it depart,
God will never strain you over skills to impart.
Stress is only a reaction, probe not to worry,
Oddness from bodies and beliefs is blurry.
Not all stress stems from having a lot to do,
It originates from a lack of follow-through.
The potential increases with increasing strain,
Growth comes with a sense of life's innate pain.
I'm feeling hollow, not due to any sorrow,
Yet, in a sense of relief, each knot fades hollow.
The most crucial factor in ensuring lifespan,
Is staying clear of tension, worry, and strain.
Life is not a rising conflict or a stressful scene,
Life ought not to be painful; it may be serene.
It's habits that induce tension and relaxation,
Cutting rituals and building useful tension.
Categories:
originates, analogy, anger, mystery, time,
Form:
Rhyme
A romantic silent language spoken in feelings originates
in gleaming stars projecting into dark sky at three a.m.
Illuminating imagination in the loveliest of ways.
ideas from stars
arrive at witching hour
three am madness
Categories:
originates, imagination, star,
Form:
Haibun
THE UNKNOWN GOD
Heavy the burden, but light is [the way].
That’s when you put the Lord [in its place].
The sun may not be shining, but your [spirit shows].
That’s your [inner being aglow].
Never a path undefined.
This is because his voice speaks divine [via the mind].
The teaching he provides is transcribed.
To share, sermonize.
What a wonderful life and beautiful choice to do the work of the Lord.
No man or woman can deny that you are the [Keeper of the Lord’s Shrine].
That is [a Holy place Divine].
The abstracted flush went astray.
Standing were the shadows of yesterday.
Awry the eyes appear in the dark.
Two clouds of gray were shown.
Midst sleuths prayer was heard.
The rays of light beamed from high above.
Sending tension to the silhouettes that stood where the shadows left.
The vibes were felt as fear took shape.
This is the Holy place of the Lord.
The Shrine has formed [as a precarious world].
This is where [iniquity meets the unknown God].
Transgression is natural within the seasons.
Through faith and belief, omnipotence is perceived.
The laws of humankind were transliterated and conceptualized
Until the [aspects of life] formalized.
[Politics, religion, family, work, and leisure time] are originates.
Faith is demarcated.
They said the Chariot of Fire is operated by the Lord’s Army.
Distinct is the chimes hearkened.
Pay attention to the alarm.
Stand your post and remain strong.
The universe has contravene and people will be destroyed.
The acumen is the perspicuity.
The knowledge is gen.
The voice is enunciation ascertain.
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Written November 05, 2015!
Categories:
originates, creation, spiritual, symbolism, universe,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
A kingdom with flower citizens
competing with the west with discoveries and inventions,
boasting of a time-stretching written language
and a non-stop dynamic civilization globally significant.
White is for sadness and red symbolizes happiness.
Even with its obese geography,
all of it is timed under one scale.
Its culturally molded body-defense arts
originates from ancient hunting and farming skills
Unique in its glamour and special in its glory;
from the awe of greatness of the forbidden city
to the great modernization and powerful skyline of Hong Kong.
Also the beautiful intimidation of the stone forest
and the amazing human grit exhibited in the terracotta army building
all stand tall in the flaunting of the globes bragging rights.
Popular is the amusement established in the combats of crickets.
Inhabits one of every two swine in the planet.
Creation of ghost metropolis as its exhibition of economic power.
American census can’t even beat the number of its English speakers
and yet, the pipe sucking out its mental potential
is known to be the largest in the whole world
Categories:
originates, earth, environment, society,
Form:
Ode
PYRRHIC VICTORY*
Written for a friend who has cancer!
Who are you, oh Death?
Are you:
A friend
Or
A foe?
My liberation
Or
My condemnation?
The end of my troubles
Or
The beginning of my tribulations?
The sunset of the temporal
Or
The dawn of the eternal?
Whoever you are,
Unafraid before you I stand,
Waiting
For the moment we meet face
To face.
If
As a friend you come, in the middle of my
Peaceful sleep,
With great joy, I will throw myself into your
Cold arms,
BUT
If
You come in the form of an incurable
Disease
I will fight you with all my might,
Yielding not,
A single molecule of mine, to your voracious appetite,
Without
A ferocious battle to give
Thus
When your anticipated win ever comes-after
A billion battles-
Your victory, Oh Death, a Pyrrhic one would be!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 JANUARY 2014
*When Pyrrhus, the king of Epirus, Greece, invaded Italy in 279 BC and engaged the Romans In the battle of Asculum he was victorious but at a great cost, for he lost a great part of his army!
After the battle, he declared: "If we are victorious in one more battle with the
Romans, we shall be utterly ruined". It is from this declaration that the term
"Pyrrhic victory" originates.
Categories:
originates, courage, friend, health, hope,
Form:
Didactic
Lord let me walk more gently and quietly today
Down this road of life you’ve placed me on.
Give me the strength and courage to smile in the face of adversity
Knowing the worst that could happen to me is death
Which is far from the end of life because it is our true home
Where You reside and the birthplace from which all creation originates.
Give me the presence of mind to focus not on past or future time
But on the eternity of now which is the ever-present magical moment
You give us always and forever to contemplate
The miracle of creation of all that is seen and unseen
Throughout the infinite universe.
Let me fully appreciate the incomprehensible gift of awareness
You’ve provided which allows me to
See the wonders of the world at large;
Feel the soft sand beneath my feet while walking near the water’s edge;
Smell the sweet scent of gardenias on a moonlit summer night;
Touch the face of a mountain as I climb;
Hear the symphonic sounds of Mozart, Beethoven and Bach and
Taste cherries, grapes, lemons and limes freshly picked from tree and vine.
Lord, teach me to forgive those who offend me and how to be non-judgmental
Knowing that I too, have flaws and idiosyncrasies
And the need to continually polish the rough stone of my own imperfections.
Lastly Lord,
Let me love like there’s no tomorrow because there is no tomorrow
And help me to reach heaven here on earth
By opening my heart, mind and eyes and seeing
The deep-seated intrinsic value of what everything and everybody is worth.
Amen
Categories:
originates, prayer, universe,
Form:
Free verse
Wandering
Through an art gallery
I couldn’t help but wonder where
The ocean of artistic ideas may be found. Down
Deep inside our brains where cells contain the seeds
Of every memory, emotion and intelligence lying scattered
All ‘round. Later I dreamed that things were not quite as they so very
Often precisely appear. Angels danced while we romanced like we were
Making immortal love right here. Intertwined and intermingled, interconnected
Separateness turned single.
Leaving me and you somewhere reaching the outer Limits
Of space between your mind and mine and a concept we call time.
Reeling and Dealing
In the perplexities of where thought originates, I was left concluding nothing more
Or less than Consciousness as the Ultimate Intangible Underlying Everything
From soup to nuts and saints to stars leading me to believe in Thoughts
No less things than birds with wings and songs to sing
As close as you and I are near enough to
Far.
Categories:
originates, imagination, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Incineration of Love God Madan ( Cupid )
Three of Many
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994
English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Prelude to this epic.
According to Indian mythology Madan the Love God or Cupid was asked to divert the attention of Lord Shiva*, the supreme God of Hindus, who was lost in deep meditation, so that Lord Shiva may be requested to help the Gods from the attacks of the demon supreme immortal Tarakasur. However, when Madan disturbed Him in meditation Shiva became too furious and opened His third eye. Madan the Cupid God got burnt by the fire of the anger of his third eye. This epic reveals many interesting incidents about this story later in this series…..
(Hindi Name) Madan Dahan
Passion had not attained,
Control over human life,
Serene Love then prevailing,
Was the ideal worship.
Gold had not blackened,
Mind and heart of humans,
Service of all was then,
Lives most glorious action.
Work of Brahma* the creator,
Was at the verge of completion,
Vishnu* the preserver of Universe,
Had created livelihoods for all.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 23rd April 2012
Protected under the copywrite provisions of Poetry Soup
Clarifications:
*Brahma- According to the Puranas, Brahma is self-born in the lotus flower. Another legend says that Brahma was born in water. A seed that later became the golden egg. From this golden egg.. The remaining materials of this golden egg expanded into the Brahman?a or Universe.
* Vishnu -Vishnu is the supreme God of Hinduism. It describes Vishnu as the All-Pervading essence of all beings, the master of—and beyond—the past, present and future, one who supports, sustains and governs the Universe and originates and develops all elements within. Vishnu governs the aspect of preservation and sustenance of the universe, so he is called "Preserver of the universe".
Categories:
originates, god, god, love, universe,
Form:
Epic
It originates with a blank canvas.
White.
Eerie silence like snow drifting
A fermata.
Silence is music too.
Then a sonata of yellow breaks the spell.
The arpeggio of a laugh
The trill of the buttery sun shinning through a canopy of leaves.
Then red timbre intercedes warming the tone.
The fortissimo of a polished apple
The triplet of a beating heart.
The rubato of blue instantly tones down the orchestra.
A rippling pond plays a chromatic scale
A tear drop strokes a resounding note.
Then,
White again.
A last tacet.
Don't hear it yet?
Look closer.
And listen.
Categories:
originates, art, color, music,
Form:
Ekphrasis