Best Outweighs Poems
Falling in love's magical,
your heart burns as if on fire.
And your ears only hear hope;
not the words of a liar.
When trust is at its weakest,
he shores it up with more lies.
And a pile of excuses,
buries the truth till it dies.
Fear fuels your frustration
as lies morph into goodbyes.
And failed dreams discreetly drown;
in tears spilled from crying eyes.
Yet, time carries you away
to where hope outweighs sorrow.
For, like a river, fate flows
toward a new tomorrow.
Have you longed to give your heart just for the sake of giving?
Withheld for years, for pain and tears spark fear that steals from living
a full, enriched, and glorious life where joy outweighs the sorrow ~
one in which one yearns to live, believing in tomorrow.
And if you thought to finally give what’s ached to be set free,
to make a change, jumpstart your heart, within a moment be
everything you hoped for but could never quite conceive;
then, once again, encountered thieves who lie, cheat, and deceive...
Would you then quit, throw in the towel, no more to fight again;
or hold on tight, steadfast, and strong and pray that love will win?
Engaging in a battle as such may introduce defeat,
but walk away and casualties will knock you off your feet.
Consider this, if it is true that earth is heaven’s floor,
then love should rule ~ a truth transcribed upon each person’s core.
Could we succeed in loving self as much as we love others,
we just might heal and bear the strength to stand aside our brothers.
Then, we could all give from the heart with kindness and compassion
for fear will lose all reasoning when love becomes the fashion.
"In life, grief outweighs joy and laughter is an interlude between two sighs."
~By Poet~
Isn’t it sheer destiny that you and I were born,
In the endless flow of time as humans.
But we are here only for a short interval,
When death calls, we leave the stage ending the show.
As peace is an interlude between two wars
Life is an interlude between birth and death
The moon that fades after lighting the night,
The sun that sets after warming the day,
The flowers that wither after feasting the eye,
Obliquely announce that life is an interlude.
Love once flourished may fade and die.
Trees towering high may fall and rot.
Rivers that swell can dry up once.
The same is true of our life on earth.
At times we soar on wings of joy.
At times we drown and are deep in grief.
Does it not remind us of a vital truth,
That life on Earth can never be the same.
We are travelers on this wild terrain,
Heading timorously towards an unknown goal,
Ever tossed by the vicissitudes of life,
Fated to partake evenly of smiles and tears.
Know that all the paths we tread along,
Finally converge on a single spot.
At the tomb, we just pause awhile,
To resume our journey to lands beyond.
All that counts is how well we lived,
And not how long we have been here.
So, mend your life as your conscience directs.
Bridge the gap between words and deeds.
In the ancient cemetery of a small town
wherein the number of its dead
far outweighs the number of the town’s
current living population,
numerous dirt paths meander
past the beautiful green of well-tended grass.
Where a lilac bush graces one secluded spot,
Lilah stands alone before her husband’s tombstone.
The newness of its polished marble
reflects the newness of the young woman’s plight
as it glistens in the sunlight.
Dropping to her knees,
Lilah feels the glisten of
fresh tears.
May 1, 2019 for Sheri Fresonke Harper's 'Specificity in Poetry" poetry contest
a knee, a neck, a symbol, a tool
the segregationist would be proud
fighting to breathe is a fight where
Vegas is covering all odds
let's lay our money and him down
the spittle, the pool on the ground
does not need to be explained, cleaned or vilified
this is America dammit where change
is not always the objective
where the unwritten far outweighs
the written rule of law
families bleed albeit slowly
that merciful hemorrhage
some swear isn't normal
let's riot shall we
let's set ablaze the constitution
that Letter from a Birmingham Jail
our Holy Bible
I Fix My Eyes On Eternity
“17 For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. 18 So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.” 2 Cor 4:17-18 NIV
I Fix My Eyes On Eternity,
And deny my flesh worldly lusts.
The will of the flesh reaps corruption;
The will of the Spirit’s a must.
I will live soberly and righteously
By the power of God from on high.
I depend entirely on my Father—
His promises, He’ll not deny.
My sinful nature has been put to death;
My life’s now hidden with my Lord.
I Fix My Eyes On Eternity,
Enabling me to stay in heaven’s accord.
My Lord will purify me
And redeem me from every lawless deed.
In my heart, He’s fixed eternity
To grow and bloom like a farmer’s seed.
I look for the blessed hope
And the glorious second coming of my Lord.
To focus on this world and its cares,
I simply cannot afford.
Christ is the author and finisher
Of my faith that does reside.
In His grace and loving mercy,
My life I presently hide.
I Fix My Eyes On Eternity—
Life in heaven and the earth made new.
My heart yearns for the permanent;
Not like earth’s temporary venue.
I imagine my body made immortal—
No more pain or sickness within.
A life that’s filled with joy, peace and love—
A kingdom that’s free from sin!
© Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
Not long, but clear and strong, came Dad to me.
Gone six months now, grief still filled me empty.
One day he helped me avoid tragedy.
Scared, so scared, I left work for my son's school.
His epilepsy was being cruel -
school said .. hot .. red .. damp head .. remote .. no fuel.
Driving, Dad's voice clearly called out to me ....
he repeated my name with somber voice
until I was a good listener by choice.
Then, once, twice, thrice he spoke four words to me.
(no, no, no this cannot possibly be
I am desperate to be worry free,
to believe it, my sanity has quit.)
Five times more he delivered the four words.
Seemed he would say it 'til I believed it.
Directing my moves using Dad's four words
enabled my son's health to be restored.
Epilepsy left and spirit had scored.
Dad gave me proof that death invites no fear.
Souls ebb and flow, roll like ocean's own tide.
Death must be two doors, one souls pass through,
and one love-sealed to hold humans earth bound.
When flesh life dies, one's spirit life remains
on journeys aptly mapped for souls' growth-gain.
Each soul endures umpteen human lifetimes
'til spirit consciousness shines light divine.
Now mortal senses hold the universe,
when spirit senses would spare us our worst.
In race and gender, many are fast wrapped,
yet death shakes gone both sad, human rigged facts.
Misplaced emphasis could be what ends us.
When spirit sense outweighs human nonsense,
we shall seal heavenly wrapped, peaceful traits.
if galaxies were only made to be mine,
I’d give you the universe in its entirety.
last night stardust fell upon our eyes
and constellations called our names-
we sat under the magenta solstice
moonlight and pleaded for the night
to never end...for you are my revelation.
I ache for your touch-
for it outweighs any fallacy I may encounter
in my life.
you long for my eyes-
for you see a whole new word of love and
passion through them.
if you want tears,
I’d give you an ocean-
if you need light,
I’d rope the sun.
for there is no hourglass of time that
can contain our endless tenderness-
only grains of footprints left on my heart.
August 15, 2018
Willed
Vague sword
Weak heart and sight
Boundless wisdom, although
My soul has full enthusiasm
Body growing old and becoming weak
My resolve outweighs the bullet
Reeled swilled
Billed.
(The Bell)
Written: June 27, 2021
Ring My Bell Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Anderson
FAILURE
You will fail
You will fail as surely as you draw breath
Failure is a part of physical being
In physical history failure outweighs success
It is many times to one
man has failed
yet
The added plus to consciousness is
that rare time he wins
The win may be large or small
But it does increase circumference of the ball
Failure if goodly
If Godly
Sincere
Shouldn’t carry shame
unless one lets the sting of failure
take him out of the game
Persevere
There is such grandeur in a win
Color fades into the pines
The whites of the eyes of the birch
Places for the birds to perch
Bark can be seen in tall lines
For now, just a drizzle of rain
Brings dampness and cold to the air
Today, will not be so fair
But, color outweighs the gray stain
That is left in the sky for a while
Storms just before Halloween
Mix with decorations to be seen
But, pumpkins and scarecrow smile
Autumn is leaving its expression behind
Each day, it trots some more
Kicking leaf piles, closing the door
Until it opens, for the winter I find
Heidi Sands
10/30/21
Athena
the dutiful daughter standing behind her father
in lightning thick with aegis assurance
read to protect her family
and counselling them times of need
Athena, the grey eyed goddess
who watches carefully with graceful wisdom
coercing ignorance into obliteration
solutions fly into her hands
for her to dispense and she desires
Athena of the City
philosophizing with the common man
trading amongst mortals
companion to heroes in distress
strategic with the broken soldier
Athena the virginal queen
modesty made attractive
purity prioritized in beauty
who ran through rape's smitten fires
with the strength of civilization in her hands
Yet even you, Pallas Athena,
illustrious among even immortals,
are not without your faults
Even you fear death's decay
dragging your name into Lethe's depths
You weave with Fate's spindles in faulted pride
as your equals fall beneath your altar
spinning spiders slaving in cinders
and gorgons grazing beneath your Parthenon
made golden by their angered gaze
Are you not jealous as well as just?
Is not your immorality made irrelevant
in the light of your immorality?
One does begin to wonder
If your wisdom is mere intelligence
Your knowledge mere luck covered stupidity
Your duty and honor merely a fear
To be seen as a vulnerable beauty
Your prized purity mere pride
Your longevity simply a lie
Perhaps all the exists of you
Is a memory wasted with the false belief
That your good outweighs your transgressions
I hired a robot
To write poems for me
Now I'm able to rhyme
In modern technology
Though his imagination
Isn't quite up to par
The relaxation I get
Outweighs it by far
From 0 to 1
To 1 0 1
He likes to write
In binary bytes for fun
As long as the rhymes
Keep flowing from him
He can have all that is mine
From the head of my pen
If all this goes well
We'll just wait and see
But I might even hire
A robot to read poems for me
Sexy Love
Some say that love is when our rivers join on cotton sheets in mounting passion
when you and I share days and nights with Venus’ delta freely flowing
advance our bodies candlelit caress desires fit and fitting in all the latest fashion
when mingling waters splash the rocks and roll on tidal beaches growing
position musky gushes’ swelling delights’ passages in carefree physical obsession
when springs let loose in coasting caves change blushes into glowing
and we fulfil crescendo’s rhythmic interludes but do mistake loving for possession
Hard truths await when rivers dry turn flaccid stagnant trickle’s scorch our beds
when climate change in our hearts and mating souls abandoned lie exposed
our union built on quick sand crumbling walls fancy contortions immaturely spread
when flaking righteousness only amounts to shallow promises disposed
reveals the hidden secret of why rainy storm clouds erode the lover’s mindless head
when then and how and where the thirsty moonless plights are loathed
that reckoning deserves some thought when all else has been done and said
Sometimes our rivers flow below the earthy needs and wants flown in the wind
when fire’s pleasures kindled spirits need to join beyond sexual application
and thus all sensual heartfelt feelings have to be twined and twinned
when kindness compassion consideration might super-cede awesome copulation
the biggest phallus shapely **** augmented egos and shapely waistlines trimmed
when thinking conversations holding each firmly outweighs the grandest fornication
and then the river riders circle to sheet and intercourse in true love never dimmed
09th October 2016
When I was younger i was taught to believe in god
Now i wonder if i misunderstood, Whether it was all a mirage
Baptized in holy water so the father could give a trial by fire
Suicidal thoughts seek to conspire
As we forget the angels and our demons consume us
Earth encrusted shoulders, each day a little boulder
And I want to be a believer
But all i see is anger and shots of liquid amber
I heard the preacher tell me that god loves us
That we're like angels, simply wingless
And i want to believe
That there's someone out there
But every prayer brings another Sandy
Children in the school yard fall like confetti
Like a bloody ticker-tape parade
As his light simply tiger stripes the shade
Never erases, simply highlights the
Yosemite Sam sound effects that serenade
A generation where white boards double a body armor
And with every dead child i struggle to reconcile
This love-hate relationship
But i want to believe
That the love outweighs the hate
But we're screaming hello
While he whispers goodbye
Like we're that second page in another hopeless fairy tale
Sprinkling bodies like Hansel's breadcrumbs
As we search for that ginger bread house they told us was a church
But we find only the pieces of us we left behind
The parts that shattered on impact as we free fell
Leaving us looking a little less beautiful than before
And i want to believe
But im stuck in this mortuary closet
Filled with skeletons of my past life
Sitting around trading war stories
And i want to believe
I look for god, but i never get pass the neon cathedral
Sacramental whiskey sips and bartender confessionals
Never used a chaser i was too afraid to chase the truth
Mostly cause i was to scared of myself
So i exchange fear for numbness as I use whiskey-scented band aid substitutes
Trying to drown my demons but my terrors taught them to swim
I just want to believe
But first i want to believe in me