Best Partaken Poems
The whisper of your skin
dissolving into mine -
the weight of it is kin
to that of wings of butterflies - divine
deliciousness I can’t define!
My precious love -
We meld into a sky of night that’s never been
so breathlessly partaken of
nor ever will again.
Exquisitely you paint my sweetest sin.
For PD's Any Poem # 28 Free Poetry Contest
Categories:
partaken, romance,
Form:
Quintain (English)
STAND WITH A FACE OF HUMILITY
Thou curse a great angel to fall
from the heavens of glory and power,
though let man build towers for himself alone
letting him gaze on earth down.
Daggers are unknown but
they are directed to oneself
piercing six-inches deep in the heart
though made unreachacble stars of ruthless dreams,
there bete noire, implacable enemies abounds ,
occurring impossibilities cause bitter torments
art a fortress a defense for nothing, nothing?!
A sneering wall for a human being
the lowly thou had trodden down
callused feet has stepped upon.
The anon ignorant void of wisdom infuse a poison
drops dripping from temptuous cup
of sweet assurance, of self-ambition and arrogance.
A pedestal thou arts amidst life's superficial ways
a courage to lift up a haughty face
the narrow rocky roads thou dwell is full of blooms
but will the ends refrain from drowning doom?
Poor man thou hast enslaved
in thy ruthless breaking embrace
secured within thoughts of highness
knowing not where he will stay.
Above, may he think and look unto the ground,
a place of fifth to step upon
for alas he has partaken from thy cup,
so now he's done.
Thou made a distance so near
yet to very far, unreachable.
A human never a god
harsh and vicious
are the gigantic trials knocking him down
Imposing.Intimidating.Haunting. Freezing
but must they be?
Must they be or should he rather
open his eyes and flee
to the flying flicks of times?
Crepuscular are the cascading days
but always they pass epiphanies.
A heart of stone melts but
from it births the human heart
who is able to choose paths which lead them
to face the world not with pride
but with humility...
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Sponsor Name: Broken Wings
Contest Name: Any poem trashed in a recent contest
~~6th Place~~
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
12:38 pm. August 01, 2015
Categories:
partaken, character, desire, emotions, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
O harlot of colored scarlet hath divided the spoils
The wealthy, well oiled, prophesy uncertainty
Thee measures of barley spoil not the oil or wine
heavenly leaven is unmeasured, care to take a wager
A bird in hand of human man, faith is in the bush
O little bird, swish the bush, faith is not a human wish
I will laugh at your calamities O harlot
I will turn a deaf ear to thy wails of anguish
As a queen thou has ruled unjustly
Ground the face of the poor of earnest contrite
Thy kings shall cast ashes upon their heads
And call for the mountains, “Come fall on us!”
I will loose the yoke of bondage, Love, sayeth Almighty
For it is just in my sight, I have waited for precious fruit
You have remained aloof of un-cloven hoof, relieved not poverty
Of the absolute you have not partaken, or cheweth the cud
Nor forsaken thine own way, Love commands pay...
...of the illusionary substance death of your own logical way
Categories:
partaken, angst, faith,
Form:
Elegy
“SHAME ON YOU
HERETIC
THIS BLASPHEMY YOU CONSPIRE
MAKES ME SICK
YOU PLAY WITH THE DEVIL
AND DO NOT TELL ME YOU DO NO SUCH THING
YOU SUMMON DEMONIC SPIRITS FROM THE BOWELS OF HELL
YOU SIN WHEN YOU DANCE TO THE WICKED SONGS YOU SING
WHAT SPELLS DO YOU BREW?
WHAT CURSES HAVE YOU CAST UPON THIS TOWN?
FORFEIT THE LIES
OR YOU ARE SOON TO BE BURIED IN THE GROUND…”
“YOU HAVE PARTAKEN IN WITCHCRAFT
WE ALL KNOW THIS TO BE TRUE
YOU HAVE DEFACED THE CHURCH WITH YOUR HERESY
AND WE HAVE HAD QUITE ENOUGH OF YOU
YOUR SACRILEGE WILL PULL THE WRATH OF GOD PERFECTLY ATOP YOUR HEAD
BUT YOU SENSE NO FEELING SINCE YOUR SOUL IS BLACKENED AND DEAD
NOW SHALL SHE BE BURNED AT THE STAKE
OR HUNG BY A THREAD?. …”
“YOU’VE HEARD WHAT THE COUNCIL HAS SAID,
GENTLEMEN LEAD HER TO THE GALLOWS
WHERE SHE SHALL MEET HER END…”
“FELLOW CITIZENS OF SALEM
WELCOME TO THE HANGING OF THIS PROFANE CREATURE
WE SHALL BEGIN THIS CEREMONY
WITH A FEW WORDS FROM OUR PREACHER,
(“GOD WILL BRING THE HAMMER DOWN ON THIS HERE WITCH
THEN WE CAN PUT HER WHERE SHE BELONGS… IN THIS SIX FOOT DITCH”)
THANK YOU SO MUCH FATHER
NOW, PEOPLE HALT YOUR CHEERS
I THINK OUR DEVIL LOVER
IS EXPRESSING HER FEARS
LET’S SEE IF WE CANNOT DRY HER ‘INNOCENT’ TEARS…”
“WITH THIS NOOSE AROUND YOUR NECK
HAVE YOU CHANGED YOUR MIND?
CONFESS TO ME YOUR HERESY, YOUR WITCHCRAFT
AND YOU WILL BE RELEASED FROM YOUR BIND
NOTHING? …”
“I PITY YOUR SOUL
LET THE WITCH BE HANGED!”
Categories:
partaken, history, religionme, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Lemons make you pucker
If you bite into their pulp.
Limes produce a juice to make you
Grimace as you gulp.
Other fruits are bitter
But there’s one with no escapes
And you can tell, by someone’s face,
Who’s eaten sour grapes.
Those who have partaken often
Find someone to blame.
Others have it in for them,
Is what they’ll try to claim.
Though their feelings might be hurt,
That’s something they won’t share;
But they’ll spew forth their anger
At the ones they deem unfair.
Maybe even sour grapes
We’d view as more benign
If those who bit them, chose instead
To make them into wine!
Categories:
partaken, introspection, people,
Form:
Rhyme
Butterfly wing door vestibule builds anticipation
Shuffled, carpet muffled greetings, familiar embraces
Piloted by Holy Spirit, seated hushed congregation
Ritual of ornate cathedral thanks hidden crypt rib cage
Enduring centuries, pliable sandstone testiment
God's following holds time proof tenacity
Flared proud corners, pyramid reminiscent
Honour continues amidst shifting society
Solid oak panelled door on wrought iron hinges
Greets round barrel key bearer with ominous groan
Down four slouching stone steps from street edge
Solo visit in sacred space never partaken alone
Curved bookcases cater for leather bound learning
Volumes of theology define best ways
Nook with desk lets liturgist imbibe God's word
Tall back chair, acorn emblems engraved
Beneath majestic vessel, clay damp chamber
Rhubarb velvet curtain, tassel tied to sides
Strongest entity relies on the Lord as Saviour
With worship's dedication, faith survives
In expansion, searcher emerges at alter, cleansed
Hive of etched arches tribute precision architectural
Vibrant robes, sashes draped, silken beacons
Of preparation, celebration of overcoming, renewal
Pulpit's ingrained memory both daunting and welcoming
Deep set lead light showers sombre pews in intimacy
Haloed Christ holds baby, shares parables with children
Crease covered hymn books strum procedural symphony
Written July 2020 (no previous submission)
Submitted for : Brian Strand
Completely New Volume 23
on 18th August 2020
Categories:
partaken, baptism, bible, celebration, christian,
Form:
Rhyme
This My Heart Cries Out, Is But A Sad Song
I shall drinketh not of Life's poison draught
Nor when famished, yield to its pleading thirst
Of Hope, goodness in Life, I was this taught
What ego so swells, it will also burst;
As man walks in darkness his steps faltered
In that weaken heart, black enters and grows,
He becomes a horse so firmly haltered
It rests between death's first destroying rows.
This my heart cries out, is but a sad song-
Man is a creature doomed to his demise,
He walketh edge of abyss, helped along
By each tempting lust evil can devise.
When sorrows demand, I death must embrace
I speaketh true,- "nay, such is a disgrace"!
R. J. Lindley, 3- 22- 1979
Sonnet, ( When Wisdom Speaks Out And Prevails)
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Sweetest Of Moans, From Her Desirous Lips
Sweetest of moans, from her desirous lips
echoes night's glory, its fruits partaken
we had collided as love seeking ships
that each, our sad pasts, we had forsaken.
With cargo born, heart's resplendent fires
our search, with its sweetest treasures thus found
gave us cause to join love's hottest desires
and with fervor beg for chains to be bound.
Now in paradise berth, we each swore all
of deep passions to entwine in love's grip
fighting this hard world, united stand tall
swearing to never let true romance slip.
Docked and riding such sweet and peaceful waves.
We gave thanks, to a Love that truly saves.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-15-2019
Sonnet, ( Sweet Blessings In Life That Have Been Given)
Categories:
partaken, appreciation, art, creation, deep,
Form:
Sonnet
Sunday roast
A meal I loved
for some time not partaken
When Ma was here
Well ~ oh my dear
Served on the dot at one o’clock
And woe betide if we were late
it would be on the table
upon our plate
and steaming hot
Whether we were there or not
Nowadays it’s just for one
Has somehow lost appeal
To sit alone now on my own
I really don’t enjoy
Those crispy roasted spuds
with golden Yorkshire puds
buttered carrots ~ roasted parsnips
on my plate roast leg of lamb
a generous dollop of minty sauce
with thick meaty gravy piping hot
Three cheers for the cook
Three cheers for the host
I can almost taste it ~ I can almost smell it
Ma always cooked the best Sunday roast
Now my grandson is a vegan
his girlfriend she is too
my granddaughter a veggie
oh what am I to do
I cannot beat them
so I will join them
nut roast now my Sunday roast
but I'm still yearning for the taste
of Ma’s on the dot at one o'clock
her Sunday roasts delectable
each mouthful unforgettable...
Written 4 July 2021
Contest A BRIAN STRAND JULY 4
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Categories:
partaken, appreciation, food, mother,
Form:
Free verse
Written: April 27, 2024, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "Anything born in spring dies in fall, but love is not seasonal." by Rumi
Poem Form: Fragmented Rhyme created by Constance La France
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In the spring, sensitive blooms awaken,
Warmth grips as leaves quiver with delight.
Lovers enripen with colors so unshaken,
Painting hearts in shades of dawn light.
Summer appears with a radiant embrace,
Passion boils beneath the broad sunny face.
Time moves as waves in a smooth race,
Souls are bound by the ardent fire of love.
Autumn sighs in the crisp air above,
Flowing from dark to light- tones of dove.
Love ages, but keeps beauty partaken,
Yet love endures, steady and bright.
Reflecting warmth from an inner space,
Over seasons, alteration bears to shove.
Categories:
partaken, analogy, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I know that is what you are trying to do until you don’t lose.
Upset the balance of a rightful world to
Destroy a focus that remains visionary to
Defeat the purpose of eternal peace.
Against the odds, you will precede while waiting for the truth to weaken.
A mountaineer never gives up the climb.
He or she seeks knowledge on how to peak the next time.
Even when it may seem a deadly try, his or her mind is with the goal defined.
Rightful is your success.
You are the splendor to your voice.
You are searching for the best way to proceed.
A wrongful world is always depleted.
An alpinist knows his or her rise.
He or she climbs to summit the incline.
Although him or her may scramble along the way, the journey has been
partaken.
A mindset designates a mental attitude or inclination formed.
One that has regiment that is detrimental to ambition.
Ubiquitous deseeding is paramount.
A mountain is to climb once formed.
You are therefore superior to all others.
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Written July 03, 2016!
Categories:
partaken, city, community, culture, education,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
MYSTIC ROSE
Muses sent via conquest.
You have your desire.
Squaddie of a definite stance
This you would deny.
Is it the way I interweave
Crusading my cause?
Rousing your intellect seem to be not that hard.
Ornery is a word I dare not apply.
So I enter your challenges with a purpose in mind.
Every gale I have partaken, I seem to always leave denied.
Mystic Rose, you are highly favored.
I like the ideals you compile.
So I will enter those that captures the signs of the times.
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Penned January 30, 2015!
Categories:
partaken, appreciation, leadership, wisdom,
Form:
Acrostic
SLOTH
Of the eastern hemisphere, regal lies a continent.
A mustering of soldiers walked a campaign for mastery.
Napoleon Army had virtually defeated all other nation states.
From Russia his Army walked after this war partaken.
They had addressed the real threat.
But oh, Russia’s freezing winter caused sin to manifest.
Napoleon and his Army was put to rest.
Sloth took their life stated Nurse Florence Nightingale.
If only they had just remembered to bath.
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Written January 21, 2016!
Categories:
partaken, angst, anxiety, conflict, image,
Form:
Rhyme
Woes’, my dearest friend!
I have partaken in battle.
Facing the fury of ravenous dogs!
They gnashed my bleeding limbs!
In the darkest hour, I stood!
Hands calloused, reaching to the sky!
Gently offering stretched fingers.
Grasping for abandoned faith!
And love.
Yes…. oh yes! And love!
Crumpled upon baron soil!
Knowing well, that within this ticking life...
I will once again - be forced to the battle.
Yes, I carry many scars!
Songs of joy abound.
For, I am victorious once again!
No manner of man shall deprive my stand.
For my pillar …is faith.
My breath is life!
Therefore, in fiery death!
Or quiet, passing in the night!
My presence is known!
Thus, my story is told.
Categories:
partaken, introspection, life, endurance,
Form:
Free verse
The dialogue is love. It saturates every fiber of
The soul. It intoxicates the spirit. Thus, evermore
I dwell at its tavern. I sip from its heavenly goblet,
Thereby, dancing in the spirit. It’s the stimulus of
Miracles—the parent of eternity. From depth the
Soul, I’ve courted love, inscribing its portrait
Upon spiritual leaflets. I’ve partaken of its doctrine,
Inebriated in the spirit, adrift the seventh heaven.
Love is an invasion, permeating the psyche,
Surging through the actuating-cause. I burn for the
Face of love: its depth, its width, its episode. It’s
Ever upon my imagination, as sturdy as oak,
Intriguing my passions come sunrise. Indeed, the
Dialogue is love: its reach, its breadth, its texture.
Categories:
partaken, love, spiritual,
Form:
Sonnet
Red Door
Some say
it’s a victimless crime
People have partaken
from earliest times
Maybe they are
consenting adults
But this is not
what it's all about
Those who partake,
join together their souls
Pleasure commerce
hearts always pay a toll
Faces hidden
both feel their shame
They meet in darkness
all the same
What is this path,
that so many choose
Where both partakers
eventually loose
This is not
what we are formed for
Please walk away
from the sorrowful Red Door
Categories:
partaken, people,
Form:
Rhyme