Best Pesters Poems
November 8 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on John 11-12
Key Verse – John 11:25 Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HE IS
THE RESURRECTION AND THE LIFE
Praise be to God for He is the resurrection and the life:
Saving our souls with His security-seal
Sanctifying our spirits along His statute-standard
Satisfying our service by His sufficient supply-support
Sustaining our stewardship upon His Scripture-statutes
Strengthening our supplication through His steadfastness
John 12:7-8 Praise be to the Lord for
teaching us to have Him always:
Trusting Him amidst crises
Thanking Him for His compassion
Toiling for Him despite challenges
Triumphing in His calling and caring
Treading upon His championship charge
John 12:46 Praise be to the Saviour
for being our light against:
Zeal where greatness pretends
Zenith where godlessness prevails
Zones where gloominess pervades
Zooms where goodness is perverted
Zest where greediness against grace pesters. Amen!
November 8, 2024
Categories:
pesters, bible, blessing, christian, faith,
Form:
Alliteration
Crisp Spring day
winds gusting
birds on beach
The West End
where Artists aspire
to live their dreams
Strolling Boardwalk
regulars pass by
enjoying rhythm
Daily excursions
through turmoil
and jubilant feelings
Fog rolls in
under a sprinkle
Ocean in a tempest
Sun breaks through
during lackluster afternoon
children playing
Cell phone rings
friendly voice
amidst chaos
Baseball season starts
America's pastime
frigid eve
Another dawn
breaks monotony
anxiety pesters
Spring snowfall imminent
insomnia strikes
Is it natural?
A child is an angel
my flesh and blood
sleeping peacefully
Video games galore
when you hang
with a 14 year old.
Categories:
pesters, beautiful, inspirational, muse, tribute,
Form:
Haiku
Be beyond belief
Calm cheer conceive
Apt autumn asks
Dance dying dusk
Glimpse glowing grace
Purpose primes pace
Hurl healthy haste
Touch tactile taste
Mind movement meets
Say something sweet
Bliss bearing blooms
Reach rapture rooms
Busy bee buzz
Free fleeting fuss
Lofty looks light
Signs sizzle sight
Notice nice nows
Play pesters plough
Bloom beyond brave
Know naughty knave
Love lives lovely
Live love lively
Reap rowdy rhymes
Taste touching times
Seek succinct sight
Live limpid light
Touch timely truth
Procure plain proof
Faith flavours flow
God gives grand glow
Hope heals hurts here
Design dream dear
Love lingers long
Sings surreal song
Brief blossoms bloom
Zesty zeal zooms
Leon Enriquez
01 August 2014
Singapore
Categories:
pesters, celebration,
Form:
Alliteration
Tiger Lily is my kitty, lives in my house not in the city.
Ferocious markings soft meow, cold wet nose, pounce with a “POW”!
Affectionate with kitty kisses, and when I’m out I’m what she misses.
Beautiful, domesticated, poised and sweet and highly rated.
Tiger Lily, excited tail, when I meow its then she’ll wail.
Baby Boo her kitty friend, loves and cares for, will defend.
Small and white just like a ghost; Baby Boo shares love the most.
Baby Boo shares kisses too, if not aware she’ll pounce on you.
She nuzzles chin, cold nose on you, scratchy kisses, its what she’ll do.
So soft and warm, affectionate, to not have her it’s what you’ll hate.
Piglet is the big meow, the alpha cat, so in the now.
He walks so cool and so in charge; He eats anything that’s why he’s large.
He pesters me behind closed doors, even when I’m eating smores.
Upon the tank, I’m sitting down, to the sink and with a frown.
He stares and nuzzles while I’m busy, walks around and makes me dizzy.
And yet he is so loving too, he tells me things I always knew.
I know he cares, and loves me so, and I love him that’s what I know.
My feline friends are oh so sweet, the cutest kitties you’d ever meet.
Categories:
pesters, animal, best friend, cat,
Form:
Rhyme
Lord, am not complaining
Am just giving you a field report
On the woman I love
The Lady I love does not know left from right
Am not using a metaphor, I simply mean left from right
She pesters me with bright passions and loves me right
It could be a coincidence, but she also takes sprite
Thanks lord, she is all so beautiful, loving and bright
Yet still, she can not tell her left from right,
And I don’t mean wrong from right
She is a cute little bunny
And a thousand times funny
she just laughs off her fears
Yet cries over pizza with real tears
She is truly such a sight and to earth she is downright
She is outright like sunlight and a great sight like moon light
But still. She can’t tell her left from right.
Categories:
pesters, beautiful, best friend, cool,
Form:
Rhyme
Y!...P!M! : asked the sentry at the door of waking
--------------------------------------------------------
yup...past midday!
(yawning...pondering...mmmmm)
yammered past
midnight
yacking propels me
yards...plows
mental
yesteryears pathways...mountainous
yes...puzzling
maybe
yet productivity means
yachting problems
minimizing
yawls...pacifying memories
yearning...premeditations
materialized
years previous...managable
yen-pen
moment
yang potential mediums
yielding...perpetual
music...
yelling pesters me
Categories:
pesters, absence, adventure, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
October seventeenth ninety sixty one ...
Born sixty one years ago,
the follow poem from your bro
transmitted courtesy flagship
named Jacques-Yves Cousteau
constituting countless ones and zeroes
instantaneously traversing cyberspace
as packeted, framed dataflow
binary digits bit of information
to acknowledge when
thee transitioned being an embryo
(approximately the second
to eighth week after fertilization)
approximately nine months prior,
whose birth marked debut
of bouncing daddy's little girl,
whose inquisitiveness nourished
birthed perception buzzfeeding
capital one earthlinked baby
fostering, kickstarting, and
orchestrating cognitive aptitude,
who throughout storied existence,
which kudos ye
proudly promulgate to and fro
hither and yon across
social media platforms
understandably, opportunistically, and
humbly letting family and friends
across the webbed wide world
know amazing accomplishments,
when ye did initially grow
from being precocious genetic pedigree
into a whip smart self confident
globe trotter, whose curriculum vitae
dwarfs (by powers of seven)
feeble accomplishments of mine,
went thee invested with a heigh-ho
positive state of mind
every endeavor undertaken
(in one physically gruelling instance)
biking, hiking, riding
to your private Idaho
(fast as a B-52)
versus humdrum life of one common Joe,
whose heightened perception
aside from singing the praises
of admiration toward youngest sister
after countless years, he failed to know
about her trials and tribulations
exercising your potential to the maximum
invariably feeling dog tired
with a dose of lumbago
thrown in for good measure
nevertheless adept as bilingual person
quite helpful travelling
to Spanish speaking countries
during your roaring twenties off to Mexico,
and just recently taking a jaunt
to Portugal donned accruing
vibrant sense and sensibility
treasuring richly pocketing nouveau
memories attracting natural outgrow
of ardent followers, whether online
or in flesh, who clamor for selfie photo
with thee and steadfast husband
unlike henpecked wife of mine
enjoyable as pesky miss Quito
who pesters me to get off computer
so she can binge watch Netflix
hence adieu as I hop on my cubii
off to complete
another stationary roadshow.
Categories:
pesters, absence, adventure, anniversary, birthday,
Form:
Rhyme
Here once again he pesters me, steps into my world where I’m set
fair, imposed upon by his misfortune, extravagance forced to regret.
He always seems to be around, whichever street or square I walk
jabbering loudly in my ear, though I make clear don’t wish to talk.
Is his the filthy blanket hid amongst the bushes in the park ?,
those kids have used it for a toilet, soaked it in their nasty lark.
The little money that he gets who knows if it is wisely spent,
he may well blow it all on drugs, he’s on the streets for owing rent.
Most likely he's a total waster blaming some infirmity,
claimes his autism confuses, has since over fosterer's knee.
His bedding's now so badly soiled I wonder where he will sleep tonight,
not of course that it's my problem, sure someone else will see him right,
Much better purchase his “Big Issue”,then go home with conscience clean,
as statistics clearly show we’re wealthier than we’ve ever been !
Categories:
pesters, abuse, drug, identity, irony,
Form:
Rhyme
Joy, they named for themselves, the future's blind
Oyster to drink your sand. In salt tides love rises
Yearning to part the twinning shell and there resign.
Empress of the emerald seas, my ship for rich prizes
Listed its name, cargoing only your pure laden weight
Anchorless against the blustering report of bad winds.
I desired you alone, and for you I you alone I freight
Nature's nagging Testament jettisoned among the fins
Eternal glimpse of glee. O how my ship prized your worth
Well in tons delicious of my dreams, your sweet waters
Ecstatic upon the plunging foray of my keel, port
Leaning through tempting triangles, the pirate pesters
Lack speed's pursuit, and through doldrums I evade
Incessant wrongs, until your wild waves wanton decree
Numbed wind and sail in me. Flirtingly you delayed
Giving my ship to port, and then soon abandoned me
Tideless in a salt bog of tears where I logged deceit
Once in a while I come down to the sea, the old receipt
Nested in my mastless fingers, to wail my loss in you.
Categories:
pesters, education, lost love
Form:
Acrostic
In low cut shirts and mini-skirts
she pesters passions through the day,
but my advances she averts
while still continuing her flirts,
she leaves me longing love’s ballet.
But daylight wanes and fades to night,
the thoughts of lustful love turn tender,
and with the bedroom drapes drawn tight
she wryly winks and lowers light,
and gives herself in sweet surrender.
April 8, 2018
Contest: Rhyme Time 2
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Categories:
pesters, love, romantic,
Form:
Rhyme
The beginning word
Has with light
And truthful rays so bright
Descended to teach me the
Difference of good and bad
Grazing my thoughts and intentions
He illuminated upon my
Knowledge the refracted
Rays of desires of this
Moulded Cray
That normally I am pleased
To please
Which also leads to deception
The glowing flame
Whispers of mysteriousness
Of the mystic self
Which I should daily toil for
For a gain with no end
Evicted dusk from my heart
Pesters my mind
To count the cost of the loaded
Burden upon my shoulders
Hunting me back to the
Perishable luxuries surrendered
Always trying to offload
The cross I have chosen
Categories:
pesters, religious, me,
Form:
Verse
I am
Old - and will be older still
Tired - with lots of room to rest
Scientist - I know things big and small
Sportsman - a fisherman extraordinaire
Husband - a gorgeous wife with patience
Father - with kids scattered here and there
Grandfather - with kids who let me tell lies
Poet - with a muse that feels his age
Traveler - to whom destinations do not matter
Texan - given to bragging on every little thing
Friend - to people who make me smile
Nag - who pesters those who dislike algebra
Political Conservative - just because I'm Constitutional
Athlete - with little gas left in the tank
I am a Happy Man who grumbles little and gives Thanks a lot
4-26-2020
Contest: I Am; A List Bio Challenge
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Categories:
pesters, me,
Form:
List
I peer back thro' the mists of time and view a country lane,
That meanders thro' the woods and across the Hoosier plain.
I see a country lad in overalls and floppy hat of straw,
Ambling along barefoot, marveling at everything he saw!
His faithful pal, Spooks, trots ahead of him a few paces,
Scaring up rabbits and other critters, after them he races!
He drags a stick in the dust and whistles a tuneless strain,
With not a care on earth as he saunters down the lane.
He pauses to skip stones across the shimmering pond,
Startling a flock of geese who at him scoldingly respond!
He stoops to study a hill of busy ants scurrying about;
Old Spooks became curious too and was bitten on his snout!
Boy and dog slake their thirst in the clear, rippling "crick."
He pesters an old snapping turtle with his walking stick!
The lane passes thro' billowing seas of wheat on the plain.
He crushes a few awns twixt his palms for a snack of grain.
Anon, they seek respite from the casual summer stroll,
And they both lie down upon a nearby grassy knoll.
He, gazing at the vagabond clouds, building castles in the air.
Ah! Blissful youth and carefree days! Nothing can compare!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
pesters, childhood
Form:
Rhyme
A little leaven leavens the whole lump,
A moment of festering,
The whole body is thrown off balance,
The whole body is out of coordination,
A moment of taking off the eyes,
A moment of negligence,
Wound festers and pesters the body,
It is infected and
defects the body’s mechanism,
Let wound be washed clean,
Disinfected and protected,
Covered with a sterile covering,
Its healing, our benefit,
Its rejuvenation, our energizing,
Festering wound,
A bane to mankind’s pursuit.
March 8, 2022
Pick - A - Title Poetry Contest: Festering Wound
Edward Ibeh
Categories:
pesters, emotions, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
I repose and arouse.
My acridness would not repose.
An inhabitant companion.
In the apexes of my domain
It haunts my mind and eyes.
It pesters my heart and my ear.
How should the boat run?
Furthermore, beat all obstructions.
Indeed, even dismal waters.
Furthermore, my dream.
Besides, I have shrouded my injury.
Furthermore, I covered its lakes.
With stones, I convey from the shore.
To a greater extent, I vanquished the foes.
Likewise, in case I repose came.
I repose
Categories:
pesters, 7th grade, 9th grade,
Form:
Free verse