Best Permits Poems
Sometimes late at night as we succumb to sleep
We greet creative thoughts beyond those of counting sheep
It’s said Thomas Edison held coins in his hands
That clanged into a bucket noisily as planned
Stirring, he was intrigued by notions for invention
That seemed to emerge from a different dimension
It worked for him and if you enter an alpha state
You, too, may find this source of inspiration great
For it is this exercise of the mind unwinding
That serves to recount the day, subtle reminding
Of the joy you found when beholding a flower
And the thrill of discovering nature’s power
Or the touch of a hand from one who reaches out
When a vulnerable heart is mired in doubt
And the scent of loved ones’ perfume on a pillow
That permits our longing memories to billow
The sounds and tastes of each long day also emerge
As slumber takes charge and begins its nightly purge
So keep a pen and pad at bedside as you retire
Knowing that inspiration is likely to spire
Categories:
permits, on writing and wordslonging,
Form:
Couplet
Rain Dancer
Days and nights of hibernation
within the clapboard walls,
winter winds have eased
and only the sound of rain peals
upon the storm glass panes.
The desire to go out, to run, to scream
is strong, yet, on the rain taps a tarantella.
The parting soil unbound from icy grasp
permits the spear of crocus and of daffodil
and though the rain drones
an accompaniment with the clock
sleep does not come.
Knots of lassitude untwine
as child-like upon the open porch I stand
reaching upturned palm into the falling rain
watching as it strokes the waking ground.
Cleansed are we all by sky and rain and wind
rain on, bless the ground, let Spring begin.
Categories:
permits, nature, rain, rain,
Form:
Free verse
To say the universe always existed violates every concept of our logic.
The origin of our totality could not have been a spontaneous event.
A beginning requires a beginner. We have no concept of what always was, except by supplanting what might be with what is through faith. Faith permits us to believe the incredible, which means; extraordinary things do not always require empiricle evidence.
Faith is unconstructed. It's a gift. It's either presented to you through conviction, or it's not. You eiher possess it, or you do not.
With faith, we know love and with love we find strength. Without faith, love cannot exist and without love, existance would be inconsequential.
To deny the existance of God is to doubt the love in our own significance...
Categories:
permits, faith, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
I AM
I am righteous and rational: God’s bliss.
I am truthful and disciplined: Dad’s wish.
I am lone fighter to attain my goal: Confidence exists.
I am outspoken: Personality permits.
I am free, innocent, fun-loving: Playful kid.
I am optimistic: Sprouting seed.
I am compassionate: Great Generous heart.
I am helpful: Acting energetic smart.
I am decisive, determined: Sturdy mountain.
I am cheerful joyous: Frolic fountain.
I am sincere friend: Honoring affection.
I am loyal in love: Ethereal emotion.
I am sympathetic to sooth: Rains shower.
I am romantic: Fragrance of flower.
I am brilliant bright: Gem to glow.
I am restless dynamic: River to flow.
I am Mathematician: Brain analytic.
I am writer and poet: Touch artistic.
I am blessed daughter: Dad is my idol.
I am oldest sister: Carried responsibility overall.
I am talker: Speech to impress.
I am proud mother: Daughters are my success.
I am explorer: Ambitious dream.
I am strong woman: Soul supreme.
I am now in last phase. Enjoyed life. Completed duties.
Ready to leave in happy mood.
05/05/20
Third Place
'I AM : A LIST BIO CHALLENGE' Contest by Andrea Dietrich
Categories:
permits, appreciation, encouraging, how i
Form:
List
She Goes Back
By Lillian J. Jeffrey
Whispers flow like a river
she will be sold
sold or rented like a cash crop
Born on a Maryland plantation
her mother works the big house
Harriet runs barefoot in the woods
side by side her brothers, nursemaids
her younger brother, childhood ends at five
She is rented, sleeps on a cold, cold floor
shares food scraps with dogs
wounds yarn slow they say
checks muskrat traps in marshes
barefoot in icy waters she looks
Her lungs fill, fill with fluid, her body burns
she is sent back coughing, coughing, holds on
fights off bronchitis and measles
her mother helps nurse her back
Rented to take care of a baby, clean house
the baby cries, she’s whipped, whipped, she runs
runs like the wind, tumbles into a pig pen
pig fights for potato peels
Her stomach empty, rumbles, she
returns to her mistress, the whippings set
her back on fire, she is sent back.
Rented, rented to load lumber
hears Nat Turner led a revolt
losses fighting for freedom
rebellions spark hope in her heart
whispers spread she will be sold
Her master dies, the new master
rents her to a local builder
the builder permits her to rent herself
she makes money, saves, saves, runs, runs
bends with the wind.
Empty of fear, full of dreams of freedom
doors open, slips of paper lead her way
through the Underground Railroad,
a network of shifting safe houses
Her heart skips a beat,
beads of sweat roll, roll down her cheeks
she crosses, crosses the Mason-Dixon Line.
Free at last, lonely, life stands still
like a still life of shells and bones
she is cut off, she longs, longs for her family
The sounds of rattling chains, cracking whips,
echo in her ears, she hears her mother’s
cry, hears her mother's cry, she goes back,
helps her family, friends escape, escape
on foot, through cemeteries, swamps,
around hills, she never losses a passenger.
A will as strong as a rock
a will to endure, persevere
a will to help others
nineteen times she goes back
Shoes worn, spirits strong
more than three hundred slaves escape
Harriet Tubman is nicknamed “Moses”
for her fearless bravery,
thump, thump, thump
bounty hunters on her trail.
Categories:
permits, anger, devotion, hope, passion,
Form:
Alliteration
WHISPERS OF YOUR SOUL
Gentle voice within-- murmurs to shake my thoughts
carrying me to a lair of lavenders and roses
as the wind sways choir with an echo painting poses
it matches the twinkling stars in their bright tons of shots
I shut my eyes from around to listen in silence
Hugging myself in surrender to ardent breeze of remember
tender are the words seeping slow in my heart's chamber
freeing me from dangling touches of conflict and shyness
Candy wrapped around these whispers permits me to move
for like a laughing water, it's lapping, caresses my ears.
ah! how it melt my tangled threads of salad fears!
Arising above to display an open jolly groove,
I breathe an ounce to utter a single prayer
to forever beget these nectarine whispers
where to timeless counts of thorns, I may not shiver
instead-- before despair, I will stand for I'm spared.
Upon twin trial pools of impossibles,
embrace my heart; oh! embrace my soul
Answer my yearning; fill me whole
for if I twine with you, I am unstoppable... !
©O. E. Guillermo
10:24 pm, December 14, 2014
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
Contest Name: Whispers Of Your Soul
Placed 1st
Categories:
permits, inspirational, life, love, romantic,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
CAFE TERRACE AT NIGHT (Van Gogh)
Orbital focus of assured kindness and hospitality
From the waitress in long white apron
Where time stands still for a moment,
Where the golden interior glow of the shelter
Gravitates under the canvas roof and
Permits a little topaz flavor to anoint the cobbled street,
Its dark forbidding geometry of the night,
Its silhouetted shapes of blackened houses
Whose dead windows suggest only a half life,
Whose clock tower suggests the running sands of time,
While dizzying stars, circular orbs of cold white,
Stare unblinking at the colors uncertain
In a neighbourhood of crumbling age,
On the pavement of uncertain difficult cobbles.
The café is not crowded but it is the sun
For the people orbiting its warmth.
Categories:
permits, art,
Form:
Free verse
If only I can ask the world
To gather all the love
Each person has.
If only I can feel the love
Free of inhibitions in some extent
And share it with everyone.
If only I can be
With the love of yours
So that I can have my last wish.
If you permits me to live and die
Unconditionally with and without you
Oneness reflected indeed.
Categories:
permits, anniversary, appreciation, beauty, creation,
Form:
Free verse
If heaven permits
I will be a robin
Perching
Up on a sunlit branch of a tree
Gazing at the far-off light
That flourishes out on the vanilla sky
I will sing
From June to the merry month of May
Every flat
Every sharp
Every note of poetic symphony
That glitters ceaselessly
I will fly
Rough and tough
Beyond ferns and herbs
At odds with
The whirling wind
That might spoil my beauty
And yes
I will soar
Steeper than the milky way
As long as the world breathes
Until heaven
Forbids me
not.
Author’s Note and Inspiration.
- Free Verse Introspection International Poetry Contest
Contest Winner- Honorable Mention(4th place)
March 15, 2008
Contest Sponsor: Deborah Simpson-Author of the Chronicles of a Sage: Spiritual Revelations
via Canto.
- The Celebrating You International Poetry Contest
Contest winner- 1st place
March 15, 2008
Sponsored by Kristine Reynolds
Categories:
permits, happiness, introspection, upliftingpoetry,
Form:
Free verse
Oh, yes, Darling! Please meet me up the street, in fifteen minutes, right past the old tan house with that porch, bamboo.
We need to talk about things, you and me, without your mean relatives, and that includes your cousin Ted Stew.
I’d gladly trade this car for a completely untarnished marriage certificate, cleaned out of the day-old flu.
But, fiance’, dearest, you have yet to show me your love nest, your side honey, or your super-secret tattoo,
So now that you realize I might cost you money, you love me forever, and think you can let go and forget the Queen of Vooody-Voo- Doo?
Sure, Sweet Darling. Being pre reasonable, I would certainly like to review our marriageable status, and begin trusting you anew.
Of course, we had better hurry, so we get this trust thing sorted, and my family decides to re-include you,
I do not think any love-you-forever ceremony, fancy hall, or wedding vows I will seriously pursue.
If you decide to take the challenge, there on the steps wearing their juiciest smiles, are my mother, Grandma Kell and cousin Lou.
Sure, they do all have guns, permits, frying pans, and razors. Confidentially, they’re in a hum dinger of a stew about you too.
What more can I do, Sugar Bear? I’ve led you right to them, right up these pretty blue and white steps, and frankly, honey, it’s the best thing I could ever do.
So saying, I guess all my relatives are ready to talk and slap and pinch and punch, and fight and scrap, and kick, because they’re sort of mad you made me so blue.
Bye, Sweetie. I’m off for the weekend with my new honey, Rick, a gentle, kind, God-fearing man, who doesn’t want to stick around to see what they’re going to do.
Categories:
permits, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form:
Monorhyme
People say you are inimitable,
And they often acclaim you!
But there is nothing so special,
Like we human endue!
Why don’t you make some noise?
Why don’t you dress up colorfully?
May be you don’t have any other choice
To color your life delightfully!
Sky being gazar…
And gems sewed in it, is star
Well, you surround us with blanket
When would you serve us with banquette!?
Learn from us stars,
Learn from us…
How to shine, even when atmosphere never permits you
learn to creep and touch the moon,
learn to be unique in spite of your clusters.
Though you constellate you never intimate to each other.
Hey, don’t look at me with livid eye
all the above is not because of my vanity.
You are the only wonder in the sky
Who would live even after we human die!
Though you stand far apart,
you sow the seed of verve in heart
and whirl as a wheel for the cart,
to join people who depart.
Finally I learned
To make even the darkest night to upbeat …
Categories:
permits, nature, people
Form:
There is a corruption we all should abhor,
It starts on the left, and corrupts to the core,
Cancer of the soul, if left to go on,
It takes bit by bit, ’till the whole soul is gone.
Makes people think that there are no values,
That everything’s fine if it’s ‘true to you,’
Moral absolutes they loudly disclaim,
Then turn and wonder why the world seems insane,
Why their true feelings don’t bring happy lives,
Only leads to a black rage deep in inside,
‘being true to you’ is a moral perverse,
With no standard to judge, things get much worse.
What’s ‘true to one’s self’ for those fond of rape?
Should the serial killer show his ‘true’ face?
And what of the types who change ‘truth’ every week,
Then act offended if anyone speaks?
The corruption permits them to silence all,
Pushing more and more, until it all falls.
The corruption pushes out all real beauty,
Replaces it with the fecal and ugly,
Throws out the masters who’s work defies time,
Declares that splatter and blank space is ‘sublime.’
Renir, Bougereau, Bierstadt, and Degas,
Masters whose paintings amazed all who saw ,
Now me have charlatans, ‘artist statements,’
An art world that can’t uplift, just dement.
The same trend pus music into a plight,
Ignore Beethoven, ’cause his skin as white,
No longer to Mozart do critics clap,
But ‘es and ’hos,’ that’s where it’s at!
Celebrate decline, claim that it’s ‘sincere,’
As it there’s no ‘real’ behind beauty and cheer...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Categories:
permits, dark, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
With all the grace her age permits, she walks with head held high,
her stoic resolution still a marvel to our eyes.
Her ready ear, her helping hand, her never ending care
Dispensed with love and steady hand, in equal measured share.
The love bestowed and freely poured with liberality,
Humbles warms and comforts us, with peace through surety.
A Mothers love cannot be weighed, nor paid with weight of gold,
the silver hair is scant reward, for achievement of her goal.
With every passing moment and every fleeting day,
I visit happy memories that her presence passed my way,
One vital gift, one priceless gem, of love she shared in life
Her Joy of Motherhood still prime, from a Mother, Daughter, Wife.
My Mom, my friend, my confidante, my anchor through the years
I Thank my God that he chose me, to share life with you here.
Categories:
permits, dedicationlove,
Form:
Rhyme
O, I love my dear boy
So dearly and so blindly
I will give him my blood
And life if God permits so
He's so weak and sick
So pallid and so tender
But I know he's an umbrella of snow
In the wide-brimmed form
A rhyme, a loft
Almost in the spelling of my own world.
Categories:
permits, confusion, devotion, father, history,
Form:
Free verse
Souls visit me.
In the blood orange curtains in the back of my eyes
Their faces float in and out of focus as they take turns looking for me.
Some are wearing thick round goggles and peer through
As if they can’t see in my darkness.
One face fades into another appearing in the portal of my mind.
I recognize all but a few, breathlessly I call out and ask them to stay.
But, this membrane between me and eternity only permits a glimpse.
Faces of terror and menace I see only in my dreams.
Waking and waiting peering into the flowing orange mists of my closed eyes
I see my hosts, each smiling and fearless, each saying silently,
“It’s going to be ok.”
Categories:
permits, visionary,
Form:
Free verse