Best Placed Poems
Compassion Within Us, Placed By Divine Hands
Compassion, weakness or a curse
or expression of mercy's heart,
I denying Love, which is worse
than savagery this world imparts
became blind in my silent pains
an enigma, lost, out of touch
treasuring my ill-gotten gains
my lies held firm, my needed crutch.
In ignorance racing along
my repentant soul yet cried out
I running from world's teeming throngs
destiny's hand, life turned about
compassion's touch, came not too late
*I am the master of my fate.*
Written 3rd February 5th, 2020
For famous poetic lines 2 poetry contest sponsored by Silent One.
The ending line in this new sonnet: **I am the master of my fate.**
is in reference to the line chosen:
"I am the master of my fate" - written by William Ernest Henley
Credit given to William Ernest Henley for his fine verse and the poetry
and gift of power and imaginative verse it inspired.
At dinner, Zach asks
about our nation's history, wars.
I say We're taking on everyone, one at a time.
First Britain, then Britain again: "He was the surly English pluck, and
there is no tougher or truer, and never was, and never will be."
Next Mexico: "Death is indifferent to what hide he tans; life crushes men
like flies."
The War Between the States: "Well done, Mr. Cromartie. Time now
for rest."
Most of Latin America: "Not only humans longed for liberation. All
ecology groaned for it too. The revolution is also one of lakes,
rivers, trees, animals."
Then Southeast Asia: "The slight bump the mortars make as they kiss
the tube goodbye. Then the furious rain, a fist driving home the
message: Boy, you don't belong here."
Now the Middle East: "A land to be admired like all lands. Harsh
mountains and deserts, indigenous plants and people, adapted
ungulates, carnivorous mammals."
Can't forget the Krauts & Nips: "Then I heard the bomber call me in:
Little Friend, Little Friend, I got two engines on fire. Can you see
me, Little Friend?"
Nor the Commies: "You mixed up farewell to an epoch with the
beginning of a new one. I put this book here for you, who once
lived, so that you should visit us no more."
The original indigenous people say: "In time wexll become prosperous,
or else we'll become martyrs. The force that placed us here cannot
be trusted."
When ten minus nine equals eight the baked bean has a chat to a nine foot goblin in an underpass who is carrying sixty-seven bowls of custard to make a very large tart for supper. An instigator is neither an alligator nor a flea. And a dome of teabags makes a very nice living embodiment of a ten trail avenue. It id understood that a physical education is a flat out high jumping curd in a flowery top. High kicking. High School. And a delivery of a smiley happy pizza who discusses existentialism with a pie of fruit. Sat side by side is not sat upside down. And to eat from a pail is to sing about rain whilst spinning an umbrella around and around. Oh look the cats are laughing at the snake who is journeying around a ceiling arch in a garage. Hahahaha. Pickling placing playing personifying peanuts. And a jam frowning. Eradicate no moving potatoes in a steak pastry ball. Hahaha and a big voice booming out from a one kilometre beak. Calibration calling. And a canopy of circular circumstances. No ha to that. So ho up the hill and make enquiries in a tail arch brush. Physicality of an elephant is rife in a head scarf and a dressed man. Six metre beard. And a waistline akin to a moon or a planted planet. Whirl. Xxxxx adjudicator adhere after all afternoons xxxxx talismanic teeth xxxxxx geometrically z
DEVIL ON THE RUN Lucifer Satan Chained Placed in the Lake of Fire
Devil on the run;
Devil on the run;
Demons spit and howl;
Crying to their master;
In pangs and in the spirit;
You don’t wanna go near it;
Demons dwells;
Demons sell;
Sold their eternity for hell;
Devil on the run;
Devil on the run;
One day he’s gonna be caught;
And placed in the lake of fire;
He will never go any higher;
Chained and stained spending all of his eternity in hell;
Bound and chained;
Bound and chained;
Devil Lucifer Satan;
No longer on the run;
10/10/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
& arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. & The Corinthian™©2018
I had no choice that day but to love you
My heart could do nothing else but care
So perpetually my mind began to spin
When you sat down by my side so near
I don’t think I would have chosen you
If that moment in time was left up to me
But your Father had set in motion a plan
Where your grace would lovingly set me free
My heart was swept away so effortlessly
When you reached out taking me by my hand
I never realized my life could be this happy
Loving you as no other human ever can
And it was the most magnificent of blessings
The greatest gift my eyes could ever receive
That moment in time when I became so alive
When my God, placed You God, in front of me.
miss placed purse somewhere
"please help me find it," my role...
radar for lost ark
Brian Johnston
July 15, 2015
Heavenly Placed
(Life’s Refrain)
Fine sand
Softly laced
Where the ocean touches land
Heavenly placed
Fine sand
Sun set
Closing the day
It’s time to take a rest
Along the way
Sun set
Each day
With seeds of love
Grateful heart come what may
Send from above
Each day
Stars play
Sky of deep blue
Don’t let it go astray
Let it remain true
Stars play
“ Life’s Refrain” by Erich J. Goller 12.12.2011
5 lines 2/4/6/4/2 syllables--
Rhyming 1/3/5 -2/4 lines--any subject--
The first and last line are the same in each stanza
At least two stanzas- no stanza limit
Was very confused.
I was becoming poorer
everyday. The depletion was complete.
Polymorphous ? Where do I find
the affinity with saneness ? I
wanted to quit now,
drawing the faces of dead.
Farce embers,
in white fire. Climbing on a
fence for a fatal jump after
cavorting with drifting icicles
of blue eyes. Can you sleep-
walk in full moon ? I am
ecstatic.White death has become my friend !
Satish Verma
I'm haunted with vision
I can't resume my mission
My eyelids split open
Sprawled in my puzzled head
Unable to push head down
Sleep never exists here
I'm missing my slumber
The clock spins madly...spiraling
My wings are unfolding
Blurred by the galling night
Crying desperately for sleep
My eyelids are cut off
The matrix has you in its grip,
Follow the rabbit and let us go for a trip.
This world is a veil pulled over your eyes,
To blind you for where you body really lies.
What you sense is not real,
Even the hair on your head which you currently feel.
Beware of the agents lurking in the mist,
For they come in the form of any person on this list.
You say you want to know more,
Then come with me to the highest floor.
There my crew will be waiting,
As I pose a question which you will wind up debating.
The blue pill will put you back to sleep,
And the red pill will show you the harsh reality which will make you weep.
Which pill will you take?
I hope it is the red one for humanities sake.
You have chosen well,
Now soon you will see what I could only before tell.
Brace yourself for the upcoming ride,
When you awake you will be on our side.
Welcome home my friend you are finally here,
Take a deep breath there is nothing to fear.
Come over this way and enjoy some stew,
For you are now one of the very few.
We're headed to Zion our last home,
There you will be free to roam.
You're able to do as you please,
Since this reality comes with no hidden fees.
Our love, forever placed in time,
Our hearts forever intertwined,
Like a silver lace vine,
each others hearts,
We keep and hold dear,
Love like this is never clear,
Even though we may not know,
What is planned for us,
We do know that it has grown,
Into something amazing,
Words cannot describe,
The way we feel,
So for you my dear,
Our love,
Forever placed in time.
Once, there was a boy who loved animals,
every kind of animal:
it didn't matter; he loved them all!
He had rabbits, pigeons, hamsters, and a raccoon.
The boy kept them well-fed,
cleaned their cages every day
making sure they were happy:
for that made him happy, too.
One day, he was watching the news
and saw children taken from their mothers;
by the border patrol, and placed in cages.
He saw their misery and heard their cries.
They were not happy in their cages:
and he cried, too.
He loved his pets:
and yet, he also kept them in cages.
Now he realized they weren't happy at all:
for like people, they want to live free.
And so, he released all his animals
to an animal sanctuary, and destroyed their cages.
"One doesn't cage what one loves."
what is death
but a place
on top of
spinning
wheels
a sky
full of
chariots
placed upon
every hill
We Placed A Perfect Wreath
On unknown soldier tomb we placed wreath,
Body remains are buried below and beneath;
That we respect,
In manner correct;
All that was left are broken bones and teeth.
Jim Horn
With eyelashes fluttering, irises caught in a blink,
those windows of yours are opening and closing
like a metronome ticking time to symphonies played.
Within flesh are entrances cradling a floor to nowhere,
leading to a somewhere hidden to all but you. Pebbles
could be placed upon freckles to map out a path; bundles
of autumnal leaves, crunching and burnt amber, could form
steps upon the arch of your nose. Perhaps swimming against tears
upstream, leaping with rainbow salmon, I might reach the
precipice of your eyes. I could scale down branches bowing, from
fringe and eyebrows, lowering myself onto your golden lids.
Those doorways to nowhere, to somewhere, to anywhere, see
the future ebb and flow into a momentary present, with
visions hidden under a lock-and-key past. Those eyes of yours
I could dive into, like gravity plucking fruit from a vine.