Best Paramount Poems
Justice: The paramount divine law of harmony that keeps the entire universe in ballance!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 April 2017
Folks,
Look to what's right and just, not man-made rules,
Keep wary of constituents who cater to fools,
Count not on so-called friends, count on your next breath,
Breathing ominous volumes of understanding curbs the tides
of mental death,
Accompany reason and not just the goodness of the flesh,
Flesh carried unwanted weight, unload that freight,
Seek sage counsel, instant joys that dominate,
Lurk lifelong regrets that illuminate, clean that slate,
Slate out your life expectancy as time carries
no consistency on history except results,
Resulting in fates' consequence, tap into your conscience,
Chivalrous pleasures lead to frivolous treasures,
Leaning on principle speaks surmountable measures,
Measure-up not to other's expectants,
nor simmer down with forgone reluctants,
Understand the value of the priceless and useless,
The hopeless and the ruthless amount to the fruitless,
Rewards from the rootless, lest you flock like aimless sheep,
Can wanders thread fires or scale mountains in leaps!
Forgotten to the motherless that weep,
After midnight will you be left behind asleep?
Acknowledge virtue, honor, and valor,
And never give in to needless squalor,
A man's actions are his final judge,
Judge not, lest you fall to a dreary grudge,
Focus on neccessities, and not what you want,
For this is great lessons paramount!
BLISS OF NATURE
O’Bliss, I am standing in the midst
Of blessed like Birds, Flowers, Stream and so on.
Over the sky, I see my angels, who
Open my inner self into ecstasy.
I sense stream murmuring their love of pebbles
Flowers chat their secret love with breeze
Butterflies whisper the sweetness of flowers
To the stranger who seems familiar to trust.
The paramount of my spirit
Awakening in the realm of love
The love of nature
Which give to me an eternal Bliss.
From
Jayasree.M.R (INDIA)
PEN NAME : Sreekutty
Mobile: 9787410925
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She has been waiting for amount
To her survival paramount
“From my base to the next bikes I mount!
I should, therefore, a whole lot count!”
But Bad Economy is a point,
Big money collecting at gun point:
An Extorting Police at check point,
Perpetually there, self would appoint,
Much like some Pastors self with anoint;
The Thing spending at every beer joint.
Spouse Coleman had this mentioned to her,
On bikes against Cold a coat of fur:
Britain’s Winter’s about eighty ponds
Russia’s Siberia’s a price that pounds…
“And so Life to Christ The Real Amount
One needs for one’s ascent of a mount!”
Leather was absolutely everywhere
The smell of liquor lingered throughout
Long hair, spiked hair, blue hair, green hair
The music was what it was about
We, as teens, came forth in droves
To get polluted and to listen real good
Totally awesome, standing right by the amp
Listening, as one really should
This club in Staten Island was my stomping ground
Snuck in with a bottle of JD in my jacket
Musicians came and played all their songs,
Though my parents thought it was all a racket.
The music was great, each group I heard
Like Generation X, Catholic Girls and Joan Jett
Here I saw the Ramones like five times, too
A better time, no one could ever get.