Best Ornamentation Poems
In the beginning there was a lonely word but soon after
there was no room at the meagre hostel for the saviour
Sanguine hopes flash-flooded the sanctuary of hearts
sacrificial blood of Christ awaited to be spilt in vain
Spelt out the message of rusty nails corroding on cross
bones mounted the flesh ready for vanishing memories
Lest we forget Christmas it amounts to summits of wrappers
luxurious gifts opulent indigestion after a vainglorious feast
Reindeer and global delivery services occlude the notion that
taking stock is not about counting presents but reducing the cost
Jesus flashes from i-pads I this and I that please give me more
extra goods additional abundance mince pies and stuffing
Belching and flatulent Tim reaches for his heartburn medication
tastes uppers and downers sniffs white powder on bank cards
His wife smears the makeup she grabbed from under the tree
her new perfume a bountiful offering of disguised scented myrrh
No sense for frank frankinsence as she sniffs expensive fragrances
from benefaction bottle’s decadence and reduces benediction to myth
Gift wrap explodes from the fireplace in the mix of unopened packets
just after Father Christmas has made a lucky escape from the scene
Arson of gluttony self-inflicted suffering self-immolation of sorts
sorts out this unholy communion followed by smouldering mourning
The insurance company refuses to pay as they insist that the couple
had backed the wrong course of action in vile contempt of true faith
They however donate a beautiful bible of careful calligraphy
with gilded ornamentation bound in leather and lather of time
There are no walls standing for wailing when Tim and his spouse
and it remains to be seen whether they might find a mangled manger
To resume business as usual or take refuge in meaning and truth
when the word in the beginning had become a sorry blank canvas
18th November 2018
Contest Christmas Mourning
Sponsor P.S. AWTRY
On a broad street 'neath spreading sycamores sits a stately dwelling.
Its elegance and surrounding grounds are so very compelling.
Gracious gardens and towering pines enhance its wide expanse,
All girded by a charming, yet sturdy, white iron picket fence.
Gingerbread ornamentation adorns its every eave and gable.
At the rear of the house stands a horse and carriage stable.
In my minds-eye I sit upon its front porch, so very inviting,
To muse upon its past and what made life there so exciting.
I see eloquent ladies and gentlemen arriving for a gala affair,
Happily anticipating the fellowship that awaits them there.
Outside huge flakes of snow waft gently to the earth,
But inside a blazing fire welcomes them to its cozy hearth.
The grandfather clock in the hall intones its sonorous chimes.
For decades it has dwelled there, overseeing happy times.
In the parlor a grand pump organ reposes by yon wall,
If only it could speak, what special memories it might recall!
The house has weathered the ravages of time with exquisite grace,
Providing warmth and comfort, when life moved at a slower pace.
Built to last for generations, built when guild took pride;
There, generations of genteel folk, loved, laughed and cried!
Entry for Nayda Ivette Negron's "Enchanted House" Contest
the gate to the old cemetery is rusty and old
though once upon a time is was elegant and gilded
ornate with filigree tracery ornamentation
now, it is d e c a y i n g fragile, beautiful
I push to open and the gate sighs creaks, groans, moans
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the green wraps around me like a warm cloak
Chastity is the jewel of a girl and character ,the ornament of a woman
Exalted are the women of such ornamentation
Like a diamond , like a precious stone
Not to expose , A girl of such Tone(Type)
Like a motherland , like a home
The dignity of a girl Mariyume(Virgin Mary)….
Clubs are not the places of the Holy Frau
The trade of a girl is not worthy of a nation
Not are the sons the whore-monger of daughters!
Like a shield in the battlefield, are the sons of the nation
Character of a girl , the character of a nation
Future builder are the daughters of the nation
Spoiling a girl , is spoiling a nation
Making not marring is the Job of the belle(Beautiful) creation
Purity ,Modesty is marking up(marking up is increase value) a girl
Making her the Mother Mary of the nation
Chastity is the jewel of a girl and; Character,the ornament of a woman
Exalted are the women of such Ornamentation
Fear feasts on our insides
And wrecks decision-making
Evil jumps in with glee
And another one loses trust
And another one down
And another one down
And another one loses trust
Evil grins
At what might have been
As another one loses trust
Housing fails
Markets, too
And countries follow suit
“Be afraid
Be very afraid”
Used to be a joke
But now it’s the match
That lights the glint
In Evil’s eye
Every day we’re fed
Too much detailed
information
- Perhaps true;
Perhaps not -
With stated directives
To be
Very
Afraid
As Evil laughs
And Fear cavorts
Through our souls
With another one down
And another one down
And another one loses trust
I will myself to turn off the media
Not to ignore the warnings;
But to avoid overexposure
To the cancer-causing
Smoking gun
Of fear
According to Article 37, Section 202 of the Code of Federal Regulation, the Congress states that “words and short phrases such as names, titles, and slogans; familiar symbols or designs; mere variations of typographic ornamentation, lettering or coloring; mere listing of ingredients or contents” are not copyrightable.
So thanks to John Deacon of Queen…
A restaurant no less than Disney Land
With ornamentation of all brands
With delicacies and luxuries provided in
And the furniture is covered with crocodile's skin
Finest ladies visit day and night
And on whimsical topics they fight
A lot of noise is created
And the manager gets very irritated
The restaurant is called 'The Lipsmacking'
And the chef is no less than Prince Charming
He is tall,intelligent and very fair
And people like him are very rare
But the staff is just the opposite
To even serve the dishes they are not fit
But they dance and sing and entertain people
Inspite if them being so feeble
Cuisine is served on shining silverware
And the charges are quite fair
Pure Veg the restaurant is
Sad for the Non-Vegetarians out there
Near the river banks it is located
Well into the place it is fitted
When 'The Lipsmacking' will reach it's fame
My happiness will come all over again
what would i do
if i did not have
Your Love
what would I be
where would I be
if i did not have
Faith and Trust
In You
how would I be
through it all,
You moved
mountains for
me as well as
moved me over
mountains aplenty
wherever i was and
wherever i am, the
Source of my Strength
is in Thanks to You
the reason i am sane,
the reason i am well,
the reason i am at Peace,
the reason i am HERE....
OH, how can i forget
no decorative ornamentation
could ever make me do that
i realize that there have been roadblocks,
i realize that there have been stair steps,
i realize that there have been challenges,
i realize that there have been changes,
regardless and no matter what, ALL
THANKS AND PRAISE ARE DUE IN
FULL TOTALITY
Happy Birthday................................
TINA'S BIRTHDAY.
I am so excited,my little hands prepare,
For a party magical,unique that will be rare.
Its my dearest friend Tina's birthday,
A pixie cutest and tiniest of today.
Sunshine amiably reflects a smile like a pogo baby,
Daisies,lilies,roses in my garden get flowy.
Flowers wear makeup for Tina's bouquet,
Devoted fairies cook bake dishes and croquette.
A diminutive magical gnome takes charge,
For garden's ornamentation,he is incharge.
In collaberation with all,my garden gleams,
All well dressed,my pride beams.
A grand occasion its gonna be,
Birthday babe in pink frock,is happy to be.
Contest:Little People.
Sponsor:Shadow Hamilton.
28/06/2016
There is a house in my town at the end of a long lane,
Though a mansion in size, most would describe it as plain.
It has no glitz nor ornamentation,
Yet, I have seen many enter its gates without hesitation.
For miles you can see nothing but green fields and beautiful nature behind its gates,
Alot gather at its gates just to wait.
For though I have seen some enter,
It is only by appointment and mostly in winter.
For you can not step into there without a guide,
I know this for a fact, for I have seen many of fools who've tried.
A friend of mine once got inside, thinking himself clever for his little game,
He began to walk, then to sprint, and then all out run, but not a step did he gain.
Finally, he gave up and came back out,
Full of exhaustion, fear and doubt.
"I will come back and live here, I swear, " he began to shout,
"I am not done yet...I'll figure it out."
He lives there now, saw him enter the gates with my own eyes,
And when I saw him in a few tears sprang to my eyes.
But only for a second...for I saw him greeted by a man,
Who took his hand and embraced him like an old friend.
Why did I cry when my friend got his dream,
Because once you reside inside, on the outside of the gates you'll never be again be seen.
At first this thought is absolutely fear filling,
Fear not however, all that enter are more than willing.
I do worry sometimes,
When I see small ones wandering outside...
But always they're taken care of just the same,
Even the babes are greeted by their own little name.
I have seen some say goodbye to their family and friends,
And walk away with a grin.
I've seen some cling to their loved ones in fear and fright,
And leave the gates running out right.
I have seen many of my own family and friends,
Enter therein...
And as I walk everday can hear them laughing within.
I have come to realize,
That day one I too will reside...
Not outside the gate, but inside,
I get closer with every weary stride.
One day soon I too will be allowed inside and greeted by the young man,
Who will pull me to his bosom and say, "Welcome home, old friend ".
"Come join us at the table and take refuge,
For Our Father waits for you."
The He will lead me straight to the end of my journey,
My home, where because of Him, I will spend eternity.
Poetry Soup
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Tempting touching tickling thoughts.
Rolling rippling rambling resonating in rhythm.
Yielding yearnings through poems in gems.
Sheen shiny sweet zone of creation recreation and interaction.
Offering satisfaction and solace on ovation.
Universal bond uniting poets under unique umbrella.
Passion as pierced to secrete nectar forming pearly poetry.
08/13/22
First Place
Poetry Soup Beyond Its name.
Contest by Beata Agustin
The Chameleon is a remarkable lizard
That changes its color like a magic wizard
Some with amazing face ornamentation
That feels its way by subtle vibration
Some with crests upon their heads
And others with skin flaps that open and spreads
With long sticky tongue and bulbous tip
That shoots out its mouth like a darting whip
With eyes that rotate in all directions
Independent from each other for close inspections
When prey is located, both eyes can face
In stereoscopic vision its food to trace
Chameleons change color according to mood
Or when a venturing rival dares to intrude
They are also affected by temperature and light
And environmental conditions, though ever so slight
They have specialized cells beneath their skin
Yellow and red pigments the first layer in
Below, another, colorless crystalline matter
That reflects among other, blue light in a splatter
Many species are sexually dimorphic
While others are purely incredibly orphic
The males are generally more ornamental
While both genders are slow and amazingly gentle
The word Chameleon means lion of the earth
Some species lay eggs, while others give birth
One has to wonder at this incredibly reptile
And stop to watch them for just a short while
OH, CHRISTMAS TREE
Denial covers its tracks -
clouding the memory.
SILVER, it was freakin’ SILVER!!!
Glittering, glossy, garish, tin foil, SILVER!!
Required no ornamentation,
no tinsel tossing, no death
defying wiring, only a spinning
rainbow disk to splash
crayola colored lights
upon SILVER branches.
It resembled a fringed
strobe light hanging
from an inverted ceiling.
I would imagine
Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders
shaking silver Pom-Poms
cheering it on.
There would be therapy,
recurring dreams –
lost in a tinsel silver forest
on a distant Christmas Eve.
When we threw it out
I placed it in front of
someone else’s house.
Occasionally,
at Christmas,
someone will ask:
“Do you remember…..”
only to be pounced upon
and silenced -
Denial covers its tracks.
©12/8/2017
submitted to – Christmas Tree – Poetry Contest
I have always been a minimalist in my writing
using simple words and no ornamentation
I cannot do iambic pentameter
yet, my writing has a melody and rhythm
I started as a bitty little girl
in an attic room penning stories
negligible
a speck, a smidgen in the scope of this world
I saw a million things from my attic window
the birds, the seasons, the sky
I was bullied in school as a child
so I felt belittled and beaten down
but in my writing I threw off the scars
I still do with words unadorned and pure
I have been to the darkest, fathomless pit
had nothing
been an underling to abuse
kept down
but inside a humble flame burned
and I refused to be diminished one day beyond
so, I crawled up from my pit of nothingness
and I stand here a simple girl
who writes minimal art . . .
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December 19, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/A Small Little Speck
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1095-610-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
One day,
I woke up and jumped
on my new blue English bicycle,
the outside rushed upon me,
crisp and fired up with that final fierce snap of autumn.
The garden state, awaiting it's signal from winter,
sounded the trumpets of the explosions of ornamentation,
leaves,
moving with the force of a falling sun,
from yellow to that final blood spilled aura of red,
matching the color of mama's knitted red sweater,
that blew around my shoulders,
and I became a wild eyed papoose,
on the back of a bike,
pedaling with the roar of the November wind,
faster, uphill, then down,
til I saw the refuge of the hundred year old house,
and joined Amy,
the old woman of that village,
who housed a hundred cats.
A beauty with love
A beauty with obsession
A beauty with life
Lavender flowers
White, pink, purple, mauve also
Perfect bliss in mind
Deciduous vine
Symbolizing obsession
Add colours in our mind
With lightly scented
Bath in strong sunlight
With poisonous seed
True bliss of nature
Perfect ornamentation
A solace of mind
Stunner of nature
Enchanting to heavy eyes
Gift of our nature