Best Petitioned Poems
The basis of all beauty is hope,
It gives no cause to sadness...
The sight of beauty will never age the eye,
Its only reflection is from the face of others...
The Grace of beauty bathes the soul with purity,
It never exists until petitioned by an open heart...
Beauty gives life to poetry,
We are as beautiful as we choose to be...
01/05/2017
Categories:
petitioned, beauty, love,
Form:
Free verse
A contracted seafarer...concerning no servile rank,
kept e'er involved watch...away from menial daily tasks top deck,
while steadfast wary of...the diligent taskmaster's whip.
A dawn swift gust...brushes the ship from a rocky pillar,
duly rallies from rest...aids calamitous bellows from crow's nest,
witnessed by crew...rose an angel disguised with devil horns.
Seawater laps feverishly...against ship's wooden hull,
as panic over breed minds...once sturdy legs go feebly about,
cascading thoughts grips privately...every man for himself.
Another abrupt action...frees a churning sea expounds,
and an opening hole...devouring anything within its midst,
as desperation consumes...a ship has long met its doom.
A lone selfless soul of limited else...moved past the lost,
and hastily clutched a burdened javelin...and hoist it upwards,
with his petitioned combined strength...released the deadly blow.
Her dying scream...was drowned out by restored happy voices,
and a wealth of well-wishes and praises...honoring accolades,
as lone eyes of a humble sort...gaze a siphoning pass.
Categories:
petitioned, mythology,
Form:
Sijo
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"I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination"
Here
Inside
I can see
Untamed beauty
A place of true hope and of perfect peace
A wondrous world where love conquers the hate
Refuge is found
In still night's
Within
Dreams
Desires
Resting
Earnestly
Amidst
Midnight
Slumbers
Petitioned upon pillows
Daily devotions
Confess sleep’s supplications
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Chiquita Chiamaka Baity
August 04, 2011
Tetractys
Acrostics
Haiku
Contest Name: Three Gems
Sponsor: Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Categories:
petitioned, fantasy, imagination,
Form:
Tetractys
She watched as the earth fell asleep
Waited for the yellow moon
soft kisses of unfaithful wind..
Images..Images on her head
Nostalgic memory of a forgotten love
Flashes of things she tried to forget..
Her eyes caught the reflection of the moon
locked inside the rain on her cheek..
She was standing alone..
Her grieving heart sought
solace from the moon
She petitioned the stars
Where is he this very night?
Cruel..oh so cruel..
Beneath the silence of the sky
she bowed her head and cried..
Categories:
petitioned, absence, art, blue, dark,
Form:
Lyric
Another dead statistic dawns today,
Contempt dissolved foundations love astray.
Malicious memories of miscarried mirth,
Repetitious resolving rends rebirth.
Too far, too strange, oh we have now become.
Decisions bleeding passions cold and numb.
My frozen frigid feelings fade to black
Behold the barracuda's bitter back.
Oblique sidewalks a house no longer home.
Neglect’s hand opened doors for needs to roam.
Bent and broken, beautiful bygone heart
Past promises play the party-line part.
Divided assets fighting custodies
New boxes cardboard tombs of memories.
Separations and somber songs subside
Choice-less children and contemptible chides.
Petitioned courts and mediation pleas
Sustaining into absolute decrees.
Formerly favored family so forlorn.
Forever festers feeble foolishness.
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A collaboration with Catie Lindsey.
Iambic Pentameter & Alliteration.
Categories:
petitioned, break up, change, conflict,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
To: All who believe in the cross.
After supper, in the garden, Jesus agonized over
His destiny. Mark, says He petitioned the Father
asking Him to 'take this cup away from me.' Luke
describes further how, after praying 'If it be your
will let this cup pass from me, yet not my will, but
thine be done,’ an angel was seen ministering to
Him. Afterwards, He prayed more and his sweat
became as great drops of blood falling to the ground.
I have wondered -- what could He have feared? Oh,
I know He was perfect man and, perhaps, dreaded the
pain of an agonizing death. But, I can't believe this
would have brought such pleas from him. No, I have
come to the conclusion He feared the agony of
paying the only price that would redeem mankind.
He was not concerned with the pain of dying, even
though his pain was intensified many times over by
the sins for which He was dying -- all the sins for
all mankind. How awesome the pain must have been.
But He could handle this. What He was not prepared
to face was separation from God the Father. On the
cross He cried out, ‘My God, why hast thou
forsaken me?' And the answer rings down through
the ages and into eternity. -- So you and I will
never have to suffer the pain of separation from Him.
Author's Comments:
"This came to me one Good Friday a few years ago. Though it is not the Easter season, I believe it is worthy of note at any time. My faith is based on what happened for all mankind at Calvary. "Jesus paid a debt He did not owe... because we owed a debt we could not pay." Major Ian Thomas
Categories:
petitioned, religion, pain, easter, good
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Meribah means” quarreling”
Messah “testing”
Istraelites grumbled a lot
It was about the lack of water
Moses responded by scolding them for testing Eternal God
It only incited the people more
Threatened to kill him
Moses petitioned to Eternal God
Who supplies the water they need
When we complain about our less-than-satisfactory situations
Moses is not around to intercede
A bit of complaining maybe helpful; a lot is harmful
Get complains out by writing in journal
Grumbling to myself when I walk
This keeps me from continuing my inner griping endlessly
To prolong it would definitely harden my heart
When I stop complaining
Open up to the quiet presence of the Holy one
I don’t always receive water like the Istraelites
But I do obtain the ability to let go and live more peacefully
Categories:
petitioned, christian, devotion, faith, god,
Form:
Free verse
My mind and heart will never be friends.
Sworn enemies, they wrestle and box
for control of me, the battle never ends
like the tick tocking pendulums of clocks
I ask my mind when it keeps me awake,
"Tell me, what do you think I should do?"
It growls and huffs, "Oh, for goodness' sake.
If you heed your heart, it will lead you askew!"
It went on to tell me to slow down to a crawl,
and I shouldn't hurry to make a quick decision.
It compared me to Humpty Dumpty on the wall,
headed for a fall and on course for a collision.
I'm weary of refereeing their constant scuffle,
especially when it concerns falling in love or not.
I keep smoothing the crumpled feathers they ruffle.
When they argue I'm the one put on the hot spot!
When I ask my heart, " Will you lead me astray?"
I can feel it ache as though it's crying deep inside.
It replied, "My emotions are not easy to convey,
but from love's fervor you should not choose to hide.
Falling in love is a risk and a big decision to make.
Your mind may be a sage with words and thought,
but there's much to lose if real affection you forsake.
No mind can feel the love that lives in your heart."
An unresolved dilemma, so I petitioned my soul,
but it remained mute, mind nor heart did it refute.
"Which one of you should I trust with control?"
That became the cornerstone for another dispute.
Mind: "Heart, I knew to your whim she'd concede."
Heart: "She chose to love and fulfill her great need."
August 19, 2022
Inner Conflict Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
petitioned, conflict, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
(Inspired by: Mother Liniel Ambrose)
The sadist sings no songs to God
They dance to bells they ring
'Till one mightier within them sing
They'll sit in the land of nod.
Sad people's songs affords them might
They see the hands of God
Carving providence from heavy logs
The weak is made strong, that's right.
They sing because singing is prayer
Or t e s t i m o n i e s, too
Their converse with the Source chases blues
Sooner than soon, God will appear.
Sad singer's song does reach new heights
They hear the voice of God
Serenity is gem He affords
Most of all, He gives delight.
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(J.P. Hopps, 1831-1911) Petitioned thus:
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"Father, lead me day by day
Ever in Thine own sweet way
Teach me to be pure and true
Show me what I ought to do.
When in danger, make me brave
Make me know that Thou canst save
Keep me safe by Thy dear side
Let me in Thy love abide.
When I'm tempted to do wrong
Make me steadfast, wise and strong
And when all alone I stand
Shield me with Thy mighty hand.
When my heart is full of glee
Help me to remember Thee
Happy most of all to know
That my Father loves me so..."
(Mother Liniel Ambrose signature song
When she felt lonely in London, as Missionary...)
Categories:
petitioned, encouraging,
Form:
Rhyme
Having fissioned the mind
To intercede the importunate
And petitioned wisdom inside
Idle and dissipated
As tremendous illusions
pervades the soul
The unsurpassed revolt of
capitulated distortions
A percussion of thoughts
That solicits affectations of such
Categories:
petitioned, character,
Form:
Concrete
On The Road To Damascus Part Two
By Roy Merritt
(A humorous take on the life of the Apostle Paul)
That was my first journey on my second Peter became a friend
And with him I debated the Gentiles and foreskin
He said they had to cut it because the Jews they surely do
And I asked him why they should if none of them a Jew
Jesus is for one and all and that means everyone
He sits on God’s right hand side and He God’s only son
And so we left in disagreement we left there in time
Me disappointed in Peter who with Gentiles wouldn’t dine
I went where I may then and those who me heard
I converted all for my Jesus as I spread the word
I was even shipwrecked on Malta but little did I care
As long as I had an audience and with them the word to share
I even went to Spain and Britain along my wandering way
That’s why I write in English that’s all I’ve got to say
A plot then sent me to Caesarea two years I was in the pen
Two years in this prison for they wish to do me in
And I eventually petitioned Rome for Roman that I be
I appealed to mighty Caesar and petitioned to be free
And that’s where I wound up that’s where I did go
And lost my head to Caesar because he hated Christians so
And yet my letters to the Christians to those I’d set free
Did the most of any and all to spread Christianity
Pope Clement called me the Herald the Herald of the west
And of all in the Gospel I spread the Gospel best
And so now I room with Jesus, Jesus Christ he’s my mate
Because of all that I did spreading the Christian faith
And to this day I’m celebrated the most significant of overall
I was once Saul of Tarsus but now they call me Paul
Categories:
petitioned, humor, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
Wistful is the heart, silent the walls
where the gambols of youth echoed.
A return tale’s sentimental journey
inside the gates of Sweet Briar Road
Long it behoves me my thanksgiving
to you, aunties Yvonne and Jocelyn T.
For all the love you showed withal
and for all the good you saw in me
Hearken the jumbie bird in the night,
the heat of day and smell of rain.
And QRC bell tower sombre tolled
the hills and valleys of Port of Spain
The crowd’s roar filled its cricket halls
on window row to a grandstand view.
And an open door its gates would be
to weary travellers passing through
By candlelight on evensong sabbath
I saw hands petitioned in God’s raise.
And among portrait, altar and chattel
an old ne-gro woman chanted in praise
Downstairs eating pepper mango,
salt prune and sweet preserved plum.
And upstairs the ghosts of the dead
a trickery of wind and light become
With long treetop fruit picker in hand
softly chorused the sound of Greyfriars.
When joyfully as I picked to my ear
sung the weekly Church Group Choir
Up creaky staircase bedroom chamber,
pantry annex and old livery quarters.
Home to where my grandfather lived
with his wife, eight sons and daughters
In Christian soldier evangelical prayer
waited I for sleep’s silent lull perchance.
O but late by BBC midnight wireless
did growl the dogs in lunar trance
I followed the trail back to its past -
a prodigal son on long returned stay.
When time and fate and the risen sun
dawned upon a much younger day
Written: January 1993
Categories:
petitioned, journey, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
THE SCORPION KING-A FABLE BY GWENDOLEN RIX
ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A VERY DARK AND DANGEROUS KINGDOM
ITS GOVERNING PRINCIPLES WERE HATRED AND GLOOM
ITS GOVERNMENT WAS ESTABLISHED BY AN EVIL DICTATOR
AND DROVES OF HIS EVIL INSECTS UNDER FOOT
“FROM WHENCE DID THIS EVIL DICTATOR EVOLVE?” THOUGHT THE INSECTS
“FROM WHENCE DID HE GET HIS AUTHORITY?”
FOR HE STOMPED HIS REPTILIAN FEET AND HE SNORTED FIRE
HIS BREATH WAS PUTREFYING LIKE DEATH
ONE DAY A PETRIFIED ANT CAME BEFORE THE SCORPION’S THRONE
AWAITING A JUDGMENT, A DECREE
HE WAITED AND HE WAITED AND HE WAITED
AND FINALLY THE RULER AGREED TO SEE HIM
HIS VOICE BOOMED WITH DISDAIN
HIS EYES LOOKED LIKE SMOKE
AND HIS NOSTRIL EMITTED MAGGOTS AND VARIOUS WORMS
HE SAT ON HIS THRONE ROOM CHAIR ALL ALONE IN HIS GLORY
SHOUTING OUT ORDERS TO HIS LOW LIFE ORDERLIES
KILLS THOSE LOW LIFE INSECTS! EVERY ONE OF THEM!
EAT THEM FOR SUPPER IF YOU WISH!
WE ARE OVERPOPULATED! WE ARE CROWDED!
OUR RESOURCES ARE DEPLETED! WE DON’T NEED THEM ANYWAYS!
THEY ARE A BURDEN!
SO THEY SYSTEMATICALLY DEVISED A PLAN
TO SLOWLY KILL OFF THE REST OF THE INSECTS
EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM NO MATTER WHAT THEIR GIFTS OR
TALENTS
THEY HAD NO VALUE. THEY WERE ALL LIABILITIES.
THE MASTER SCHEMER THOUGHT HE HAD THE WORLD I N HIS HANDS
AS HIS PLANS BEGAN TO UNFOLD TO LIMIT THE POPULATION OF INSECTS
AS HE PLANNED OF MURDERING MOST ALL OF THE INSECT KINGDOM
A TEENY TINY EARTHWORM EMERGED ON THE SCENE
READY TO DELIVER THE INSECT WORLD…
HE SPOKE OF LOVE
HE SPOKE OF KINDNESS
HE SPOKE OF ALWAYS PUTTING YOUR BEST PINCER FORWARD
HIS CAUSE WAS CLEAR…SAVING THE INSECTS!
HE PETITIONED THE OTHER KINGDOM MEMBERS OF A DIFFERENT WAY THAN
HATRED
HE PETITIONED THEM TO LOVE ONE ANOTHER
THIS NOTION OF LOVE DIDN’T SETTLE WELL WITH THE KING OF THE
SCORPIONS
SO HIS DEMISE WAS PLANNED ALONG WITH THE OTHERS
HE SLOWLY TURNED THE KINGDOM AGAINST THE EARTHWORM
HE UNRAVELED HIS PLANS SLOWLY OVER TIME
HE CONVINCED MANY OF THE OTHER INSECTS THAT EARTHWORMS WERE
NO LONGER NEEDED
THE SOIL WAS FULLY TILLED AND NOURISHED
Categories:
petitioned, betrayal, christian, death, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
…Said the Mind to the Heart, we do not work together to run this place all we do is argue and fight. This place use to run so simple and sweet then you came out your cage to take a peak.
“I know this is true”, you’d plea to the rest of us Body and Soul, like fools we did listen as you said we’d be whole. Against all reason yes you won that debate that we ventured on out and yes it was great!!!
We have not ever since the birth of our seed been as happy as this to see you beat so hard and so strong. As you reached out and grew stronger forged within what seemed an everlasting flame. We took that happiness and strength that it gave and made that Leap of Faith as they say.
Now what happened then, oh strong Heart of mine, you were so filled with joy that it made us blind. You caused us to believe that Love conquers all that we didn’t see the rocks coming out of the falls.
We hit and kept falling all bloody and beat but you continued to believe we would land on our feet. We listened once more, although I petitioned to stop yet your Love was so strong that it crushed all other thought.
We hit and we sank in the darkness of the abyss and it opened our eyes while it weakened your grip. Shattered and weak from the blood that you lost I picked up your pieces and put them back in your box.
I mended your wounds and bandaged you up but a piece still was missing you wouldn’t give up. The cliff that we hit so hard still has a piece of your beaten up heart. You left it there as a beacon of light to find your way back when you’re ready for flight.
My dear fragile Heart I cannot allow it as you wouldn’t survive another fall down it. So we have decided us Body and all to lock you away in the depths of our Soul. Poor mislead, barely breathing, yet you insist that it is not over.
You’re blinded by Love even in your poor state but I pray you keep it that way so it won’t turn to Hate. This is why you are banished and locked back away until we do pass or if Love brings your piece that you left back.
For that piece is the key to unlocking these binds but be sure we will fight it with logic not emotion. So sleep dear Heart of mine as best as you can for you won’t bother anyone ever again…….
And neither they you.
Author
-JS-
Categories:
petitioned, care, caregiving, change, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Gods and Devils
And on the saddest day,
“Men” created “Gods”
bestowing upon them
the power to terrorize “men”,
reduce them to subservience, servitude.
“Men” worshipped these “Gods”,
begged them for fulfillment, forgiveness,
petitioned them for mercy.
Blamed the “Gods” for all things
good and bad, holy or evil,
for all that happens is
“the will of the “Gods”.”
“Men” fear their own “Gods”.
Cower silently, heads bowed, as those
who “represent the Gods” pass -
Grovel before the power of an
unseen “God” – before a “Man”.
The “Gods” created “Devils”
as a defense against the “Men”
who created the “Gods”. Declared
that all who questioned the
validity of the “Gods”, and their
powers, were - “Devils” -
therefore a manifestation of “Evil”.
Thus, the “Gods” and “Devils”
created by “Man” have conspired
to hold “Man” hostage, to punish
“Man” for having the audacity
to create such “Gods” and allowing
these “Gods” to create such “Devils”.
1/7/2015
Submitted to – Gods and Devils – Poetry contest
Categories:
petitioned, evil, fear, god, men,
Form:
Prose Poetry