Best Outweigh Poems
For Brother Jacob, our fellow poet,
who lives his life
real and true to the call of God:
COME INTO MY HOUSE LORD
Come into my house Lord.
Anoint my house with peace.
Adorn it with jewels of love.
May laughter ring from its walls.
Bring children that call -
that call upon the name
of the living God.
Break the tablets of sin.
Resurrect those ears and chins.
May light flow back into young eyes.
Let them not sleep with unholy light.
May their conversation be
holy and hopeful.
May it spread
like a passionate fire until the end,
for these children are yours;
raised for such a time as this.
Lord, let parents and grandparents
rest on your word, like a comfy-soft pillow.
May they primp and fluff the word of God,
reviving it, making it fresh
for those little ears
and teenagers
and young adults.
Come into my house, Lord.
Let your footsteps be found.
Let every room be blessed
with your oil of gladness.
Overflowing…overflowing -
flood of goodness, your lovingkindness.
Break the habit of sin.
Throw it into the pit.
Raise your arms.
Wait for it!
Wait for it!
Blessings that can’t be contained.
They far outweigh the gods of yesterday.
9/7/2021
How much more are we willing to lose?
Maybe it will just stop with the right to choose.
Have you thought of that child who got raped in the park?
Imagine her pain each night after dark.
Do you know a pregnant mother with young kids at home?
What if a complication suddenly left them alone?
How would they live and where would they go?
Before you pass judgement, there are facts you should know.
What if development does not go as planned?
Should both a mother and child die, because abortion is banned?
Do the wants of the many outweigh the needs of the few?
What if this was your mother or child, then what would you do?
I believe all life is precious, and every breath deserves a voice.
But God gave us free will, and with that comes choice.
Should the decisions of others be controlled by you or me?
Right or wrong is up to God, and always will be.
I’m one drink closer to yesterday
A bottle away from being with you
I’ll be able to say what I need to say
I’ll be able to do what I need to do
I’m one drink closer to yesterday
My mind repeats the words we said
When love was new and could outweigh
The troubles that would lie ahead
Now my love is made of glass
I pour my heart as I trespass
On memories that I know must last
While wishing I could change the past
I’m one drink closer to yesterday
I’m one shot away from happiness
And this time, I won’t runaway
And my words won’t be meaningless
Color is an integral part of my life, essential in
physical descriptions, a blessing to language.
Colors are perfect subjects for character sketches.
For one perusing the color wheel, it's easy to
choose green, a color of such versatility and
profound meaning.
Symbol of nature and youth, signifying hope for
eternal life and respect for the environment,
green nestles happily in the spectrum between
bright companions blue and yellow.
The verdure of spring adorns the plants that sustain
our bodies, delight our eyes, and lift our spirits.
Lovely evergreens grace our forests, yards, and even
our homes, decorated and surrounded by long-awaited
gifts and jubilant families celebrating the season.
These wholesome traits and so many more surely outweigh
the greenness of occasional jealousy or inexperience.
entered in Eve Roper's New or Old 5 Poetry Contest on August 2, 2016
placed 2nd
There is no way that anyone can know
how each new year will be:
how our jobs or our relationships might go.
What great new things might we live to see?
Might we have to endure some tragedy?
I can only hope the good will far outweigh the bad
and that our every tear
might be cried for joy instead of something sad.
May peace abide with those whom we hold dear
as all of us press onward through this year!
For the "This Year in English Quintain" - Poetry Contest of Francine Roberts
“Holmes, what is the secret of your glory,
What keeps us thrilled and rapt right to the end?”
“The hook of a swell detective story -
Quite elementary, my modern friend."
“Your methods by deduction, I must tell,
Earned you renown for the most brilliant mind.”
“Crime is common, logic rare, so I dwell
On hidden clues, the suspects leave behind.”
"Some tricky cases racked Scotland Yard's brains,
What would be your best sleuthing card to play?"
"The very truth lies in what still remains,
As slim improbabilities outweigh."
“With such demanding hardcore duty, you
must have pastime of some distinguished type.”
“No doubt, my curious fan, I have a few:
Observations, dear Watson and my pipe.”
“Where are you in the matters of the heart,
The rumor has it, women aren’t your 'thing'?”
“There was but one I held in high regard,
The one, who could plot well as well as sing.”
“With due respect to your uncanny wit,
What’s your advice to those, who murder still?”
“One’s life is not your own, hands off it,
No one is granted a license to kill!”
“Would you please share your most frustrating case?”
“Here, the cold one to my shame and disgrace :
Watson and I once camping at the site,
Turned out to be a very chilled event.
By shrewdly staring at the starry night,
I then deduced that someone stole our tent!
That scurrilous tent thief getting away,
Like Speckled Band still haunts me to this day.”
"Born most revered detective of all times,
Well, Sherlock, what’s the saga of your birth?”
“This basic question, though I solved tough crimes,
You’d ask Sir Conan Doyle for what that’s worth.”
February 5, 2022
Let's start this issue with hard facts
believe it or not the seed is now planted
from our Lord's spoken words lets address this world openly honest
It only fills us with the wind and the emptiness of pride
Now lets count the cost of innocent lives
through greed and human sacrifice
corrupted where peace no longer exists a humane body of love
Divine lightening is coming with it we lock our doors
the three dark days of darkness lets not forget
when His Supreme Justice falls into chaos
The sins of this time outweigh past chastisements
The wrath of His force is Almighty has never been seen before
when slaying the dragon crushing him with His Power
The low key figure that he is we need to bolt our doors shut soon
as this world is in deep turmoil no one reads the sign of the cross
He who is coming our Jerusalem King and Saviour Sweet Son of the Father
In Spirit baptised and confirmed by the spear of Destiny
striking down petition once and for all
eternity in that battlefield we will lose some of those whom you loved dearly
Into the end prayer could not save them
from this awful emptiness left behind under a trail of smoke
remains shamed tears of choice under ashes blown away
Surprised by sharp reflection’s sudden glance
His dreaming depths awaken to the real
Stark visage draws him in its raptured trance
Square figure’s piercing slate blue eyes reveal
Young vain lad deep within begs him to flinch
Pretensions of youth scurry from hard light
Yet fear will not cow him to give an inch
Reflected nose to his, he stands forthright
Time’s telltale gray flecks ‘round wan scar betray
lean, harried features sharpened by the miles
Yet turquoise buoyance in him does outweigh
thin sun-baked wrinkles deepened by his smiles
To depths, his older eyes can truly see
the dauntless, yet soft soul the boy can’t be
8/10/16
Though it seems like petals fell by the wind
But actually the flower pushed them out
One by one they would fall from the flower
But somehow the wind seemed to know no doubt
Soon as the petals came loose the wind blew
Carried them far in the air, so privileged
But the flower held firm to those last few
It wasn’t letting the wind gain leverage
But as the petals came loose, and wind blows
Petals would dance a special loving dance
Sometimes two would intertwine twice as strong
Flowing was second nature like a trance
Powers of the flower outweigh the wind
But the petals when free get a joy ride
No matter the petal, wind will get you
Free to flow down, nature you must abide
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Gail Angel Doyle's "Petals In The Wind" contest
1/19/2013
It was not so
It was not so
Before the invasion of the vultures
In those days
When being black makes us thick
When our communion whispers across oceans
When our ties thrust distrust
When our dreams were dreams
When our groans frighten their gods
When our cowries outweigh their currencies
But now,
The invasion of the vultures
Mocked our mores
Crucified our tradition with their crusades
Barter our black gem for arms
Conscript our angels into prostitution
Littering our minds with the doctrines of servitude
It was not so
With their holy writ they stabbed us
It was not so
Before the invasion of the Vultures.
awoh kingsley awoh
Being lost seems to be my only option these days
Confusion appears to outweigh common sense in my life
My ability to reveal truth from lies has wreck havoc on my brain
I now strive to train my thoughts to linger in limbo
Never truly desiring to leave
This is now my fortress my solitude
Fear/Despair/Lies/Failure
As I clutch my razor and feel the etching of the sharp metal
I’m forced to think back to a time when
I had a dream, had a plan, had a voice
Now all I have is just a corner
Not even my corner
As my peripheral view is constantly reminded of
Your pathetic attempt to hold on to the past
To a woman that I’m sure was drowning as am I
In the room of torture, clutter and stale air
She has now become my hero
Because she mustered enough strength
To run and start anew
New this sounds foreign to me
My tongue has difficulty allowing
The syllables to dance off my lips, mouth
I have to stop and regain my composure
Hope is something of the past
Hope is no longer associated with me
I now live in a corner stationed between
Past & Despair
Robotic movements mimic life
But as you approach you stand to smell
The vile carcass of my flesh slowly dying
Despair is my friend
Past is my new position in life
I had peace, love and happiness once
I felt it flee each and every time I
Entered your suffocating presence
Mister Kill Joy you have successfully
Accomplished your task of
Killing Me!!!!
There is hearsay of a brighter day
And if it does come my way
I hope it will stay
While the time whittles away
There is no game to play
Struggling with life's daily melee
All I can do is pray
I wont be lead astray
By the things that outweigh
Like the debt of sin I must repay
Only I can defray
With little time there can be no delay
Gods word I must obey
And his love I will never betray
For then he will take away all this dismay
4/19/2017
Here's a toast to your good health
and to multiply your wealth
May God's blessings overwhelm you with delight
Tell your worries and your debts
and those lingering regrets
to go take a running jump and fly a kite
May your joys outweigh your tears
all throughout the coming years
too much dreariness is such a bloody farce
May the things you're seeking after
fill your days and nights with laughter
and prosperity come bite you in the ar$e
May your friends be true and blue
and be always there for you
Let there be so many that you cannot count
May you age with style and grace
with no wrinkles on your face
like you've just been drinking from that youthful fount
May you find yourself a' falling
when your true love comes a' calling
and your lives together be a dream come true
So, you'll need a bigger bed
for the night that you are wed
safely snuggled with your true love next to you
Worry often goes in hand with love.
When all the dark clouds accumulate above.
When all your fears form a throng.
And you have that feeling something is wrong.
It seems natural to think that way.
When your imagination goes astray.
If they are ill or just late home.
Your worst thoughts start to roam.
Its time to step back and remember what’s real.
Don’t exaggerate what you feel.
If something manifests and really is wrong.
You will be needed to be very strong.
Worry and panic can undermine sense.
And work the wrong way, at your expense.
Feeling you’re buried? No you’ve just been planted,
Don’t let your thoughts get too slanted.
Remember what I read, just the other day.
Who wrote it I regret, it did not say.
Worry doesn’t remove tomorrow’s trouble.
It takes away today’s peace, on the double.
So if you wear the cap of a worry wart,
Its high time, a new hat you bought.
Answer each call, with hope you had a windfall.
Don’t listen if they say the sky will fall.
The good things outweigh the bad.
No time to be sad, there’s good times to be had.
If things go wrong and you get a bad news letter.
Your choice, you get bitter, or you get better.
Its all entirely up to you.
But worrying will never do.
I'd rather not relay on heavy words
to weigh the beauty in a proper way.
A third of human languages, two-thirds,
nay, all of them would never outweigh
the heft of weightless beauty on the scale
of ruthless time. Eternity will measure
a downfall, a moon, a nightingale,
a hug, a kiss, a tenderness, a pleasure,
an unexpected daybreak. Farewell,
my poor weighted love. Abiding time
is going to put its deadly spell
on every stanza, meter, form and rhyme.
But you are an immeasurable form.
When beauty comes I wonder where from.
MAY 2019 PREMIER 4,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 14(F O U R T E E N )Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand