Best Partnering Poems
Sisters, by far, are the closest of friends.
Though, at times, their bond may need mends,
they have been together from the start.
Nothing will ever tare them apart!
Whether it be death or life,
gladness or strife,
or war or peace,
their love for one another will never cease.
The memories, the memories, endlessly they flow!
Of times good, bad, or just for them to know.
Sharing struggles, partnering in pain,
laughing, encouraging, singing in the rain.
Constantly, to each other, love they send,
for sisters, truly, are the best of friends.
Dancing in a moonlit meadow makes me feel alive.
~ Poet
Sunlight surrenders the sky when night takes hold,
offering tiara and throne to the moon's glow of gold.
Luminous Luna, beautifully and regally she bestows
moonlight over flowering fields, heaths and meadows.
Paradisical and placid is the night to a stargazer like me,
where moonbeams of light resemble fine lace filagree.
The celestial orb shines across the evening's expanse.
Around her stars glisten as if partnering her in a dance.
A fragrant floral perfume wafts along on a gentle breeze
and sweet-scented magnolia blooms decorate the trees.
The calm is comforting, and the world seems less stressed
each night when moonlight shines over mountain crests.
I linger in the tranquility of earth's empyrean embrace,
admiring the black velvet canvas of boundless space.
I feel the need to be grateful for such gracious treasures
that soothe my soul when I enjoy these cosmic pleasures.
When the ruler of tides reigns and I am unable to sleep,
I hear nightingales trilling somewhere in darkness, deep.
Their sweet songs are a serenading symphony to my ears,
a lilting lullaby telling me there is nothing I should fear.
I'm in absolute awe while gazing at nocturnal splendors,
never taking for granted what God so lovingly renders.
Sonnets have been written by poets smitten to compose
verses about the majesty of moonlight on the meadows.
A Collaboration with Duke Beaufort
The youthful memories I have did grate
Upon my innermost self and I'd cry
For my depressed spirit which longed to die
And halt life tainted with anger and hate
Yet now in a manic marvelous state
Akin to alcohol’s euphoric high
My heart's core renewed, can soar to the sky
How this came to be, I’ll try to relate
I trapped thorny issues behind a gate
Forgiveness has become a great ally
Love found every day gives reason to fly
Like a balloon, unencumbered with weight
While able to breathe and greet each sunrise
Living and giving seem like the best prize
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Youth represents life with songs to be sung
Laughing out loud when memories are made
But you wept as your spirit became frayed
Though now you're wiser than when you were young
Having crossed the threshold of angst that clung
See how clover's nectar can be arrayed
Let your heart rejoice and not be afraid
As delight comes from strands of pearls restrung
The door's ajar—from the cage you've been sprung
Take wing knowing happiness will not fade
A heart's compassion will never abrade
Where you go now—no place is too far-flung
Revel in moonlight and dawn's painted skies
An attitude change has opened your eyes
Duke,
Thanks for making our partnering on these Sonnets such fun!
If the clock is ticking, what will we write,
in as conjure a rhythm, a soft beat,
which resonates with childlike heart’s delight?
To do so fellow souls, is no mere feat.
Save by making mind in sync with our soul,
enabled only if we surrender,
can presence hope to succeed in this goal,
which we will later behold in wonder.
As we auto-write, partnering with space,
are we disqualified right from the start
or can it be deemed were favoured by grace,
which we claim openly, is a learnt art?
So here we are then, expressing ourself,
music of the spheres, that flows by itself.
Easter 2008
What A Savior
Written: by Tom Wright
3-16-2008
I sought forgiveness for my sordid past
A past, that God alone, knew the whole
Bits & pieces that with others were cast
Had no bearing on a young man’s soul
Like a three-act play that cast one man
Depression, was partnering with my being
I had drifted long within the Devil’s plan
Eyes opened wide but without really seeing
The world had caused my heart to harden
I could barely utter audible sounds that day
Instead of a parole Jesus granted a pardon
Transforming my heart unto one of clay
This one called Jesus whom I’d just found
From my fears released He on that day
Hurtful memories that long had me bound
Gave way to insight and His perfect way
When God Forgives He Forgets
It is hard to forget our past the way God does
But we must forgive ourselves and move on.
Tom
I do not know how and I do not know why - why you did this to me
You left without a word-you left me in wonders, wondering why
You left beautiful memories- yet should I regret meeting you
You left, yet you said our love is laughter, lighter and life -but I lost your lead
You left your love in my heart - longing for your touch and your taste
Oh darling my heart longing for you, I almost died just for you
I do not have money and I do not have a car-but I know I loved you
I do not understand why and I cannot see how, hoping to see you soon
I do not know how and I do not know why-when something is leaving
You cannot see it, I feel like laughing but I started to cry, hilarious
I do not appreciate or apprehend the pain partnering my past-predicaments
Oh darling my heart longing for you, I almost died just for you
I wish all we had, was but a dream, why should love hurt so much
I wish all people could not just fall in love, but I stay in love with much patience
I wish all vows made and promises uttered, were met to be, oh my love it hurts
I wish all the kisses and touch we had were just in psychic – just hallucinations
I wish all you say and do were in coheres-it hurts that your beauty is not in truth
Oh darling my heart longing for you, I almost died just for you
I left all my playboy games, because I believed in the truth of your love
I left all, for you left all for me, you stood rejection from your family for us
I lefts all my fears and tears at the mountain-where my help comes from
I left all your fears in faith that the Lord is keeping safe in his presence
It was a blessing to have you for a while in my arms-my life has turn around
Oh darling my heart longing for you, I almost died just for you
I put my word in the air for you – the truth is you are beautiful-beautiful
I write my word in the sky for you-the truth is you are a woman of virtue
I put my life on line for you-the truth is you are a great wife to be-proverb 31
I put my light in the dark for you-the truth is you are a diamond, very precious
Though you left, you taught me great lessons and left me a better man - exquisite
He who finds you, finds a wife and receives favor from the Lord, always love you
Oh darling my heart longing for you, I almost died just for you
BY ANTHONY NGABWE
(TONY THE POET@2014,12,)
I struggled holding onto my tears,
My feelings kept pushing my hands,
Towards the sheet of emotions,
My pen kept bleeding the deeds of Africa.
Now pending down the deeds of Sierra Leone,
In tears, I struggled with my pen,
Capturing the source of these emotions,
I wrote with my face standing against my feelings.
Somewhere in Africa,
The lands were sprayed with gun's fire.
Hopelessly, they ran in confusion.
Starvation greeted them without mercy.
Their blood the peace of the land,
Rolling like an ocean.
The land bursted in pains and sorrows,
Giving birth to child soldiers.
Dark and slippery was her path.
Fearfully sucking out lives,
For the endless love for diamonds.
Enslaving the future of the land.
Out of the lake of blood,
They gather diamonds.
Lives flew out bodies like birds from the trees.
Babies sucking lives than vampire.
Out of the heart of Sierra Leone,
Mounted blood and pressure.
Spraying the street from it head to toes.
The act of intelligence, was the only way out.
The whites shadowed their condition,
Partnering with their diamonds heart.
The issue of confict diamonds,
Grew taller than the tower of London.
Child soldiers painting the land,
With blood and tears.
Pulling down the love of Africa.
The moon and the sun became enemies.
Death grew fear like monsters,
Spreading it aroma to the innocent.
In the shadow of death,
They were lost.
How painful it is?
Flashing their own blood,
For the love of diamonds,
Losing your blood to death.
"Go tell my parents,
They will see me no more,
I'm gone"
Was their daily song.
Cow ate cow's ,
Involving all attractors.
The cloud is dark,
Tears pulling down like rain.
On to the breeze that carry news,
I concluded the source,
Of the pains and sorrows in conflict diamonds,
That death is equivalent to blood Diamond.
I’m not your average ghetto schmo,
I’m better than that
Much sharper than those dull D.C. politicos,
me just stating a fact
Another urban legend tidbit,
impo info you should know
Got laid back suburban wit,
I'm ghetto good to go
How do you talk to this Judeo-Africano
in Latin Esperanto?
Ask any of my Hispanic homies,
and head click how I flow
Partnering up with my Asian crew,
they like things going karma kismet
This is what no border brothers do,
from northern Inuit to southern Aztec,
Maybe you still think I’m not legit,
obviously you really don’t know
I got cool hip urban wit,
Me always ghetto good to go
Island ladies and Caucasian cuties,
they touch my heart on the down low
African queens and princess Aborigines,
give me love, not too fast or too slow
Arabic laughter and Jewish smiles,
my twin Pole dwellers are so mellow
Me be a singing cosmopolitan child,
Mr. Harmony be my road good fellow
Did I leave any of my global friends on omit,
holla back, yo ... let this adopted Native Americano know
This soul brotha always gotta come correct,
stay humble ghetto good to go
Underground rivers unsettle thoughts,
feelings on stable ground.
Real estate doesn't sound as real
with thoughts of hyporheic flow
beneath our feet,
out of sight and sound.
Rivers are meant to have light on top,
transparency.
Underground flow must look more like a furtive capillary
than an upfront tributary,
bringing salvific moisture
down into and across and through
deep ecological roots of fertility.
Hypostatic unions
are contrasts between understory backgrounds
emerging into focal foreground,
like darkness of night's flowing complexities
from which light emerges each day
then fades again,
like Yang creation stories
emerging from Yin
hypostatic partnering,
hyporheic flow
deep down within ecological consciousness,
subterranean channels
feeding timeless roots
of healthy real estates,
cooperative becoming.
BE CAREFUL
Be careful what you ask for
One day life is simple, you ask
a female colleague at a partnering
organization not to call you “doctor”,
“professor” and such, then she says
your name the way a symphony orchestra
tears into the finale of a spirited overture
by Tchaikovsky or Rossini and suddenly
your feeling like the primus pilus, the
first violin, the anchor baton, the broad-
shouldered stroke in an eight-oared shell
or the seminal man with genes of genius
in his jeans: powerful, confident, perhaps
dangerously exposed – a burden you
don’t need
If you’re only doing business,
let formality play its role!
It's one of those moments,
the guy in you grabs the micro
starts talking on and on;
mine is often sarcastic,
from high school to career,
spinning around the questions starting with why,
no escape from responding.
It's like life itself, which is always to blame;
and which you can not do away with.
In that moment you go through a mental trance.
Next, a piece of music wakes you from your journey.
It does not matter who it is,
be it Ravel, Brahms or,Rachmaninoff;
But, mostly it's Pachelbel knocking at my door.
in that moment, lightnings thud in my world,
just as my internal lights are dead blind.
The dried, barren soil kisses the wild stream
through cracked lips,
A mom presses her toddler into her chest,
that moment, life leaps into joy
stripped of mournful sorrow.
It feels like seeing the smile on the kid's face
who made her first step;
it feels like being picked up by
the Baroque tune in "Canon In D".
To some others,
it feels like waking up to Miles Davis.
People keep pouring through the streets,
no matter what happened last night;
it's like life itself,which is always to blame
and which you can not do away with.
Next, my eyes get blurry
they see the loved one behind
the foggy hills of my mind.
it feels like covering her naked body with blanket,
shielding off the morning breeze
slipping through our ajar window
as bed sheets smells of our sweat of bliss.
That moment, it feels like sensing life
running through your veins.
So, you show interest in these verses
partnering with me in that moment
don't be intimidated with sharing it
It feels like being a single body, united
with all of our good deeds and sins.
Afar, The Sun sends her last rays
down the snow capped mountains of my heart
that moment, my ears are cozily stuck with
the arias of Andrea Bocelli, warm and gripping
it feels like my dad's still alive and smiling
I have no rational faith
that I can remember,
much less with full-will to comprehend,
spiritual Beings as progenitors
of natural becomings
No faith in "God" as ProGenitor of DNA/RNA
naturally fractal
round orchestrations
evolving regenerate systems
for economically enlightened co-invested relationships,
or politically co-empowering compassion.
No faith in exhaling purgative decomposition,
reductive pathological Evil and Death analysis of
mindbody experience
without prior appositional, dipolar
healthy wealth of information,
fractal strings of (0) soul dialectical polymorphs
confluently optimizing neuro-sensory
win/win co-reception
and responsive experience of healthy regenerative
"EarthGod" is good
enlightened inhalation,
empowering absorption,
resilient ego/eco-consciousness
Peak Beloved Climaxing
Win/Win crowning
cooperative communication,
reiterating primal relationships of mutual-solidarity
positive/negative co-gravitational
re-connecting co-messianic intent.
I have rational bicameral faith
that we can each and all fully comprehend
ego/eco co-binary bodhisattva partnering consciousness
as EgoBody Yang
Positive-Left Thought = NotNotNegative-Right Feeling
EcoMind Yintegrity
restorative binomial equity.
Here, in this polymorphic timespace
metasystemic mindbody sacred place,
we may rediscover treasured wealth without walls
of cytosine-biocentric QByte/8-bit reverse hierarchical
+/(-,-) 0-binary, double-bound temporal/spatial
bipartisan dipolar apposition
normative liberating/conservational
passion/pleasure fractals
reforming eco-political historic knotting
herstoric knitting
resonant octave empowering sound frequencies
of Earth's green/blue/white/grey network crown
enlight/darkening seasonal neuro-systemic harmonics.
DNA health wisdom
leading toward our dual
EarthTribe her/history,
divinely humane
compassionate destiny.
Trees sprout nondual co-arising branch networks,
one system rising to greet sun’s light
also creating healthy atmospheres for Earth’s enlightened Tribes,
the other branch-system downward rooting
into Earth’s rich compost
feeding on gifts of co-redeemers past,
creating healthy Earth skin,
Earth soil-soul economic nutritional trans-actors
of vast ecopolitical harmonizing enterprise.
So too,
human nature’s bicameral-neural nondual mindbody network systems,
lungs partnering with Elder Trees
sharing climate control autonomic feelings
sounds and voices
smelling choices
deepening RNA surfing
spiraling syntax
brained body roots
absorbing Earth’s richly regenerative compost
his/herstory from which we each emerge,
YangEgo Left-dominant
language syntax
with YinEco Right Earth-prominent
DNA fractal-felt networks,
dialectic peer-to-peer communication design
and communion development
of re-ligioning health and beauty intentions,
RNA/DNA solidarity
co-revolutionary strong rooted Elders
supporting Earth’s vast panentheistic pilgrimage.
Trees wax and wane through longer terms
of aesthetic evolving purpose,
transgenerationally co-invested
in Earth’s future fertile health.
We might become re-connected
bicameral branch/root trees
wise to learn from Elders’ re-ligioned experience.
We share an ecological healthy heart
because we are each one
(0)-embryonic center
of EarthLove’s re-valuing
bipartisan
bi-hemispheric
binomial co-arising
bilaterally intelligent
AnthroBranch/EarthRoot
sacred systemic potential.
Can you hear a stardust song woven within the wind?
~ by poet
Stars awaken from daily slumber within the Milky Way
to shine in the enormous expanse of Jet blackened skies.
Each cosmic constellation radiates from heaven's height,
knowingly winking at each other creating specks of stardust.
Descending like snowflakes; or as tiny dew drops, they fall
as if they were tears being shed for their reverential task.
They've been chosen to accompany elder deciduous leaves
upon their journey's end, a privilege stardust takes seriously.
Some of the scattered particles are from long perished stars
who've been patiently waiting their turn for nature to call.
When it arrives, they bid fond farewell to their celestial home.
Earthbound they float, gathered in glittering showers.
Glimmering as if gilded in the golden glow of moonlight.
Stardust falls on mature leaves in the midst of chilled nights.
In forests and Copses, they land on limbs of maples and elms,
partnering with leaves whose time has come for a final swirl.
They waltz as the wind hums the melody of their swan song.
Softly they flutter to the ground, tenderly settling down...
Clinging to the wrinkled veins of crimson sugar maple leaves,
and soothing the tattered russet foliage of time weathered elms.
Above, an Amythyst moon smiles on their compassionate dance
as Autumn leaves and stardust, lie shrouded in each other's arms.
Woefully, narrating their story has me lamenting the loss of both.
Partnering with death, poverty
Of hunger and homelessness
Seek the equality of all—Vowing
Never to discriminate;
But their perpetrators
Continue to control the odds
Favoring a hued majority;
A hued majority remaining
A minority concern as their opioid
Conditions are not prescribed—
Just over the counter cash addictions;
So odd be the ways of mercy and equanimity
When it comes to the hued like you and me;
How odd.