Best Partnered Poems
ANGEL'S TOUCH
Did you ever stop to think,
What this angel's touch really mean?
Smiling at you at a flower's blush
Giving you the time to think and hush
When you wanted a melody to hear
She sang you a song in joyous tears
When you badly needed determination;
She is ready to give you inspiration
When only a joke could make you smile;
She flashed it to you in shortest mile
When you wanted a game to play;
She partnered with you in gay
When only an hour you swore to spend;
She wants to be with you until the end
When strings of thorns are poured upon you;
With arms wide open, she welcomed you
She comforted and gave you might
All these all she did with heartfelt delight
Now, I ask you...
Have you ever felt the touch of an angel?
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Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Contest Name: Beginnings Matter
Placed 2nd
©O. E. Guillermo
2:39 am, June 30, 2013
***my first ever poem @ fifth grade elementary.. :D? I was nervous when I posted but am excited and thrilled to see, how many reads it will get and the comments.. :)
Something about water:
Ancient and ageless
The precise quantity since the dawn of creation
(Give or take a few space missions)
Partnered with Sister Sun and Brother Moon
Constantly recycling and returning
Gently raining down upon us
yet rising up in outrage and fury
Flooding the hapless, helpless land
Destroying our false idols
Obliterating our arrogant Towers of Babel
Washing away our filth
Reminding us who is in control...
Something about water:
Quenching my thirst
Pulsing in my veins
Showering me; anointing me
Cleansing me...
Busting forth and gushing from my eyes
Washing away my sins
Cleansing me...
She rose from the table moving slowly to the sink. This was not her favorite time, too much time to think. Her body moved from memory now, the right bit of dish detergent, she must refill that bottle soon, moving the faucets to memorized positions, water streamed out on cue, precisely the right temperature, “hot to clean - not to scald”.
She and water worked well together, having partnered in so many chores; laundry, toilets, sinks and floors. One plate now, one knife, one fork. Sometimes she would cut things like meat loaf or fish with the edge of the fork, skipping the knife, one less utensil to wash. Less time at the sink, less time to think. Against the outside darkness she could see her reflection in the kitchen window. How old she had become. Reminders were everywhere of how her life was dwindling, shrinking, shriveling. She felt too small for her skin, which hung loosely on her like a half-filled bag of potatoes, pouches and folds everywhere. She would need to put this dishcloth in the laundry after finishing. She always rinsed them in cold water to inhibit the bacteria growth but they would start to smell after only a few days. She had become accustomed to foul smells. The smell of dying cells and incontinence pads and bad breath, side effect of certain medicines. She hated eating alone, living alone, being alone, but sometimes she hated it even more when memories of better days settled in upon her. it was like a visit, full of joy and expectation, exciting conversations, catching up, and sharing fond memories. But it was always followed by goodbyes, the pain of separation, and a return to loneliness. She put her plate in the cupboard and was reminded of how she had put other things in her life away; her younger sister from an accident, her only son from someone’s war, her husband three years back from cigarettes she had threatened to divorce him over. She put her silverware in the drawer and closed it tightly, closing her mind tightly at the same time. It wouldn’t do to dwell on any of this, what’s done is done. The dishes were done
A windswept meadow neath an ambling Apollo lone journey,
Witnessed the efforts of a crowd studded web of twinkling wished upon stars,
Lose its envious magic that they had cast upon the eyes of star-crossed lovers,
To an army of Cupid's charioteers who pulled its blanched Master Moon,
Whilst guided by the genteel gallops of endless Cherubs whom together,
Unleashed a hailstorm of heart seeking arrow tips that were dipped,
In honeyed filled molasses of numbingly sweet treasured quietude of,
Desirous lust that burst upon contact and release its alchemy concoction,
Affecting even the strongest of resistors into a fathomless mirth of ecstacy,
Swimming in divinational depths whose relentless currents unite the noumenon,
Beyond their measure for its extension enwraps the partnered heart to be as,
The eternal one, inseparable, until twilight trips into the arms of dawn,
For be it a day, until the fall of dusk the story perpetuates a new page it be,
Blank as before as a pen and a windswept meadow waits for lovers tryst.
Date: 06/06/2019
One cannot deny the Light
Of love
One can hide, reject
Forbid entrance thus presence
Can give love a random face and
Common form
But in splendid reality
Love is specific to each of us
Irreplaceable – no priceless jewel
Approaching such heart-felt
Effulgence – no finely crafted
Instrument with a more enchanting
Voice…
And when tenderly expressed, I love you,
Every fond star and partnered Heaven
Align, and are blissfully immortalized --
Love is creation at its eternal best
Sincerely manifest~ angels sing and God
Rejoices!
"Winter breath flutters to an exhilarating dance on nostalgic moments, giving way to beauty."
Quote by poet
The bursting sun, a flower of gold radiance,
An idle footprint of time. A sweet, warm, healing
Friendship, spiced with the rhythm of nature's affection.
It weaves perfection upon longing hearts and souls.
Brightening the world, toying upon the window.
Spun frozen dewdrops glisten under the sunlight.
A walk in consolation, about hopeful fields,
A rebirth exhalation to marvel and sigh.
Rainbow shimmer of magic grackles and ravens
A perfect partnered dance on naked tree branches.
Leaves in downward whorl upon the latent carpet;
Cheerful, awe-inspiring as squirrels wobble through.
Throughout the nineteen-fifties, times were neat;
full, long flared skirts and bobby socks gals wore,
while rock and roll and doo-wop moved our feet
to music slow and fast on the dance floor.
Each Saturday, we'd all go to Hi-Y,
where classmates gathered to have fun and dance.
Most partnered with their special gal or guy-
that music of the fifties did entrance!
A Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On,
would move our bodies- arms and legs so fast.
But, with slow songs like, Love Me Tender- drawn
to dance real close with partners unsurpassed.
So simple were the times we spent back then,
that dancing, for teenagers, was the best
treat we looked forward to each weekend when
we could relax and rally, unsuppressed.
Only You, and Rock Around the Clock-
It's Only Make Believe, and Peggy Sue;
Don"t Be Cruel, My Prayer, and Jailhouse Rock-
these drew our feet to each dance rendezvous!
March 8, 2020
~2nd Place~
Contest: The Good Old Days
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Judged: 01/17/2021
~1st Place~
Contest: Strand Pick 4
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 04/08/2020
~2nd Place~
Contest: Dance With Me
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Judged: 04/07/2020
Song Credits in order of appearance:
A Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On -Little Richard
Love Me Tender -Elvis Presley
Only You -The Platters
Rock Around the Clock -Bill Haley & His Comets
It's Only Make Believe -Conway Twitty
Peggy Sue -Buddy Holly
Don't Be Cruel -Neil Diamond
My Prayer -The Platters
Jailhouse Rock -Elvis Presley
Light, essence white shines in beauty, eyes green,
human heart, spirit’s hull, please don’t despair,
life, your trials tinctured light-dark I’ve seen..,
you’re never alone; with you I am here.
Mortal being -- sainted soul -- hand in hand,
partnered; life’s pebbled footpaths, we do share.
Someday, we’ll traverse azure’s Promised Land..,
you’re never alone; with you I am here.
Free will; color palette pastel choices,
through hues of happiness or stains of fear,
muted disappointments, rich rejoices..,
you’re never alone; with you I am here.
Each tint a test each shade a solution,
lift song’s surrender to Him in prayer,
till final breath – Divine absolution..,
you’re never alone; with you I am here.
Susan Ashley
September 7, 2017
~ Second Place ~
Contest: Poems That Paint a Picture
Sponsor: Silent One
*based on painting by Saatchi provided by Silent One on contest page
Along the fair road
On which I amble
I conceived this ode
In which love is ample
God bless this stump
Supporting the tree
That provided so much
For our futurity
When counting its rings
There can be no doubt
About all the things
That tree brought about
For the pencil to compose
Cherished love letters
On paper I chose
So you’d love me better
And it offered shade
Plus spots to snuggle
Near a lovely glade
Away from life’s struggles
We enjoyed peaches
From that old tree
As we partnered to reach
Picking memories
It blessed our marriage
Shaped as a steeple
And framed the carriage
To make our jaunt regal
And It supplied timbers
For the house we live in
Built with skilled fingers
On boards thick and thin
When cold overtakes
We always say grace
For the warmth it makes
In the brick fireplace
Our love will not slump
It’s always burning
Because of you, stump
Our world keeps turning
THE GIFT: REBIRTH
Oh God, my Dearest God...
clothed me fine
with your love divine
upon magma pits that hid me
Oh God, my Dearest God...
take me, save me... Save me!
My life gnarled
old like cathedral trunks
deep rooted under brown solid soil ground.
Branching trials somehow
coiled and pinned me down..
So as dark cyclopean sins fog me;
shuddering my peace and sane.
Oh God, my Dearest God
how calm, oh so calm, you came.
How quiet, oh so quiet you cared
How gently, oh so gently, You cushioned me
Lovingly, oh so lovingly, YOu rescued me.
Tumbling twixt to pillars of dawn and twilight
Oh God, my Dearest God
With You, threading mountain to mountain of woes,
lead me to harvest free
to orchard gifts of wisdom, hope and strength
even to crystal stairs of limitless amber wonder,
You let me experience to pursue these borders.
Oh God, my Dearest God...
With our partnered walk
icy drizzle of snowtalk
melted gradually...
Oh God, my Dearest God...
By siblings of smiles and golden gestures
You permitted me to have anew nurture.
Oh God, my Dearest God
allow me then to hymn a psalm
let it be a humble hum
of my gratitude to Your matchless charm.
Barefoot, oh God, I will come
baring all and bowing down.
I will deliver my soulful cry
that my aged misty life is gone
And that,
now
is a present rainbow valley of rebirth..
© O. E. Guillermo
10:21 pm
September 02, 2014
Sponsor Verlena S. Walker
Contest Name The Gift
Placed first.. :) to God be the glory..
Inspire by Biblical Verse:
2 Corinthians 5:17
Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away; behold, new things have come...
Please speak to me of love in gentle tone,
That I may recall her voice in your inflections
Never were her words shrill or monotone,
But sweet like honey-frosted confections,
She spoke to me with love and sincerity
In phrases coming from her introspections.
She and I conversed in contented solidarity
I so miss those times of sharing intentions,
When together we searched for our verity.
And, sometimes, we cast aside conventions
Speaking in intimate terms only we knew
We were our sole-partnered redemptions.
Once again I yearn to hear her words so true.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
Written July 5, 2022
Submitted to "The Meaning of Love" poetry contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Mrs Emma Peel
Undercover operative with true sex appeal.
Partnered with fellow Avenger John Steed
She helped battle villains perpetrating evil deeds.
For My Holly
I never knew myself until you came into view.
'new girl' was my name ~ yours was the same
We mirrored each other's army brat depths.
we had unique views ~ we sought hidden clues
You left the ground with me so we might better see.
We pushed against boundaries blocking our free.
After a year and graduation day, both families moved away.
A year apart then we cheered for you were moving near.
Silence crashed gray around me in jarring strikes.
news glued me undone ~ chilled shade blued my sun
Mere seconds flogged me numb with scarring spikes.
your mind failed its start ~ I bore a shelled heart
We two had overturned set stones to deep-learn.
We partnered our uniqueness to bloom our yearn.
I rushed to your bedside …
Blocking mental ills, pills trapped you within.
I wore my softness ~ you trip-talked nonsense
Your eyes would never more answer your grin.
we used to free dance ~ your sweet eyes loved chance
Your soul art was partly shaped into my adult themes.
Our wings had barely spread from our teen dreams.
We promised to lifelong gentle the other’s twin stream.
I never knew myself until you came into view.
I rushed to your bedside … where my heart first slow died
That night when I saw you
Your tear stained face
That inexplicable heart ache
I could never explain
I was glad ... Very glad that you lost something
And glad that I was able to find it.
I felt blessed to have loved you for years
Without either of us having known each other
Perhaps it was your voice or your feelings
May be it was those lyrics
May be it was the peace
That I relished from your songs.
The time when we met
During the fireworks festival
Bumping into you
Was a blessing
You have no idea how I felt
I knew your innocence
I felt your passion
I lost myself in your eyes
A labyrinth which was
But I still feigned ignorance
It was a blessing to be partnered with you to look after the class
To teach you piano
To sing together
To taste victories.... together
Tell me ... When Was it that we started to fall in love
From being strangers how did fate support us ?
When did you become my strength ?
When did you turn into my weakness ?
My dearest , do you know ?
You added colour to my life
A unique painting our memory became
Your pure smile swayed my heart
My dearest you gave me all
I love the scarf you made
I love the food you made
I love your angry face
I love your care
So where did you go ?
Why did you go so far away ?
Where I cannot reach
Should I leave this world to accompany you ?
The separation was unbearable
I lost my memories
I forgot you
I forgot my daughter but then
You still kept hope alive
Fulfilled your promise
Left without your heart
Embedded in another body
I look at her like I look at you
She smiles at me like you smile at me
Now I remember you
I see you in her
It's your heart her beats
My dearest ! I'll miss you
I'll miss you, keep missing you
Even though you left your essence
Even though you cared about me
In your time of death
I'll miss you
For you are an unforgettable memory
A beautiful story
For you my love
I'll live on
Love her as I loved you
Raise my children like you want me to
And when I sit and cry hard alone
Like a desolate child
Come into my dreams and make me free!
Face framed ornate, or curl corner blu tacked up
Childhood fanciful daring must softly be contained
Dispicable hovers inside cherub cheeked adorable
Challenge for enamoured to create correct shape
Administer discipline with compassion entangled
Potential beckons infant innately curious
Toddler discovery meshed with messiness
Woven with wonderment routine can't limit
Succumbed mother disowns justifiable furious
Besotted witness, sure estate for mischief
Nudging daughters towards beings approved
Beyond old rigidity, modern option multiples
Youth spoken forums we're foreigners to
Images of genuine and fake indiscernible
Listened to lunacy delivers messages askew
Duty to daughters reflect our similarity
Penciled declarations stuck to fridge
Devotedness focussed on child precious
Inflated effort, parents' universal currency
Whether meagre expenditure, or excess
Snippets of your prosper are written in me
Lawyer loads clothes into washing machine
Submerged both classes in a world severe
Puppets of striving in fast passed society
Consumer boom boldly commandeered
Disparity reveals parental symmetry amazing
Faithfully accommodating girls' shifting needs
Working mothers, each of us 'unaccompanied'
Various sized resources serve child raising
Sacrifice made by dedicated souls equally
Providing guidance, friendship gripes quieten
Line of latitude curved by desire to control
Old school wisdom bolsters brains susceptible
Dramatised screen infused new century children
Content quickly spirals into unacceptable
Desperately hoping, we Mother soldiers
Shield children from future provocation
Hold fort, nest feathered dedication
Thrusted comfort, reluctant scolders
Admist mixed rails, reliable station
Within swayed pre teen trajectory
Sturdy parenting depots journey
Home stands firm from outside duress
Finances overshadowed by reliability
Partnered peers approve sole success
17th July 2020