Best Portrayals Poems
BUT SERIOUSLY
“The Unprecedented President”
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who’s the greatest President of them all?
“I am the voice beyond-beyond...
A truthful answer I must respond.”
Yes, it is the truth I quizzically quest
I ask again, who is the beauteous best?
“You are”, the mirror said with fingers crossed
The mirror knowingly well a lie was tentatively tossed.
In the mirrors, we see rewarding reflections
Layered lie's of life’s derailed defections
Illicit illusions with abundant attractions
Pompous portrayals of diplomatic distractions.
Jan.22.2017
BUT SERIOUSLY - Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
Darkest of Confessions
Voices in my head
Dancing abreast with the abstract
Shattered glasses and shattered dreams
History repeats many a lovers’ defeat
I demand a duel
With my heart
I welcome the sword that shall draw first blood
Ending the torment of duel nationalities
Kissing lovers and slaying love
The ménage a trois of all duels
The sword, the heart, the opera of nothings
Graveyards hold the court, from dusk to dark
Lovers return
Some are loved
Some are slayed
Regrets in my diary of misery
Hold me true
I shall sing of you
In my darkest confessions
As my sword pieces your heart
You can bleed in tranquility
With your last breath
It’s I Mademoiselle de Maupin
That laid you to eternal rest
Julie d'Aubigny 1670Aprox–1707, better known as Mademoiselle Maupin or La Maupin, was a 17th-century swordswoman and opera singer. Her tumultuous career and flamboyant life were the subject of gossip and colourful stories in her own time, and inspired numerous portrayals afterwards
We worship* You, Lord … praising You for Who You are
majestic in Your radiance, verily magnificent
splendid in Your goodness, constantly present
wondrous in Your glory, drawing us near to Your altar.
We worship You, Lord … trusting You and Your might
subduing our problems midst persecutions and trials
fighting our fears by Your omnipotent portrayals
meeting our needs with Your provisions' delight.
We worship You, Lord … listening to Your instruction
truths helpful to our miraculous transformation-seal
statutes ready for our revival with rejuvenation-zeal
precepts vital toward our maturity and sanctification.
We worship You, Lord … clinging to Your promises
faithful are they like Your forgiveness, greatly triumphant
immutable, remaining steadfast with Your bestowed covenant
reliable, though unbelief within us, intermittently oppresses.
We worship You, Lord …thanking You for Your counsel
guiding us through life’s puzzle to vanquish skepticism pout
leading us against vanity’s dazzle to learn from challenges' bout
teaching us to flex spiritual muscle to build divine testimony-castle.
We worship You, Lord … submitting to Your will
perfect in its entirety for us to enjoy serenely
holy in every angle where You direct us persistently
blessed in each aspect moving us to work, while Your purpose, fulfill.
We worship You, Lord … waiting for Your coming
reminder for Gospel sharing that grants everlasting life, indeed precious
inspiration to labour, propped by Your mercy, always gracious
excitement of eternal fellowship, truly heart-warming.
*Psalm 29:2 Give unto the LORD the glory due unto his name; worship the LORD in the beauty of holiness.
August 8, 2021
1st place, "Your Favorite Rhyme Poem in August 2021" Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 9/2/2021.
She left me enlightened
With her “Heart’s Imagination”
Taught me about love
In the ink of “Melting Point”
She gave me a whisper of insight
Within the breath of “O April”
And sang to my soul and spirit
On the wings of “Germination”
She colored my heart in hues
Of lavender with her psalms
Who spoke to me of hope and love
Joy birthed in “My Iridescent Garden”
She illuminated my soul’s faith
With “Soulful Journey of Shooting Stars”
And breathed pain into my nostrils
On the tone of “Heartbreak Hill”
She graced my thoughts with light
When she penned “The Virtue of Motion and Life”
I felt the waves of her pensiveness
In the words of “Mirror of a Son’s Eyes”
She left my heart in bright adoration
With “Rebirth of the Third Angel”
And encouraged me to listen to silence
On the reflections of “Wire Walker”
She delights, enlightens, flavors my thoughts
In amber, scarlet, sapphire and emerald
All the colors of inspiration and sensitivity
Inviting me to listen to the hopes within me
She inscribes a bit of enchantment through me
With her vivid portrayals of imaginations
So loving and graceful, like psalms that grant me
A light to guide – a hope to ignite my faith
She is a writer who has left me with appreciation
For the empty pages that draw her in
And bring me such beauty, light and laughter
Love that points me to a heart that is perceptive
A woman of grace and beauty and wonder
Polishes her poems with flavors of amazement
Inspirations so thrilling, so revealing, they take me
Through the poem into places I’ve only dreamed of
Her poetry holds a trace of stardust, a flame
Of expectation, a promise of illumination
Fulfillment and pleasure, satisfaction with words
That brightens lives and leaves elegance wherever it flows
In her poetry… there is hope for words!
Title Wave Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
May 19, 2021
For a wonderful poetess, Susan Ashley
Titles of Susan’s Poems are in BOLD
Facing various challenges along life’s race
My faith* in Christ strengthens my spirituality upon salvation-brace.
Battling against many facets of unrighteousness
My faith in the Saviour arms my sanctification-holiness.
Conquering several stages of difficulties
My faith in the Lord heals my soul-infirmities.
Fleeing from different angles of temptations
My faith in the Master upholds my standard-convictions.
Subduing pride of towering arrogance
My faith in the Creator corrects my human-ignorance.
Striving to win over tough and rigorous trials
My faith in God anchors my service-triumphs by His miracle-portrayals.
Pursuing for good success in sharing the Gospel story
My faith in the Messiah powers my labour-victory.
*1John 5:4 For whatsoever is born of God overcometh the world: and this is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith.
September 2, 2019
To the poetic community
This message to you, humbly, from me
To those with that fire burning inside
The portrayals that create this image alive
And to those that refused to bleed
From wounds of battle and scars that seed
With emotional hurt, and the tears that soaked
Within our earth, and forever in dirt
This is my message to the all of you
The few, the fire, the deepened desire
I wish for you to join with me
A new, a profound, a distinct creative society...
The place, a spot, for us to belong
This divinity, that can change society
To right their unanswered wrong
Thus in my humility
I ask of you to share with me
To reach beyond our tempered glee
This message, my words to the uncommon man
Within your intuition, you'll understand
To the Aries with fire in their hands
To the Taurus, Virgo, and Capricorn man
With the lead of a Leo, whose ego, loves command
And in the faith of Aquarius, our humanitarian man
The nurturing Cancer, the opposing Scorpio, and the addictive Piscean
Self justified Libra, over spoken Gemini, and the travel loved Sagittarian
All our Zodiacal signs, all hand in hand
Join with me, beyond these words and beyond this land
In our creative mind, we are the uncommon man
So email, comment on the rights and wrongs
And never tire, share your fire, words fueled desire, our passionate songs
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a new creative society...
Could it be there is a sacred place
Where the lives of humans live on—
Portrayals of every mortal face
Alive in memory faithfully drawn?
If we are to be judged by One above,
A record must have been made.
Will it show we knew how to love
Or will it project a darker shade?
Deity must have a memory supreme
Of every human who mortality knew.
If that seems a notion wholly extreme,
Recall there is nothing God cannot do.
4/14/17
Across the ages
There was many changes
During the beginning, middle and end of phases
Above and below any stages
Some left to be found, written upon pages
Leaving a lot or little to if any traces
Among any places
Considered tiny or spacious
Regardless of their being nearby basins
There is nothing funny about starvation
Nor the greed of certain corporations
Makes me have more rage than Jason
With a hockey mask, causing mayhem
Current situations
May have involved more complications
Close and far from any vegetation
Currency came in different faces
Among many nations
Or federations
Above and below the basement
Near and far from any pavement
People making and taking payments
Due to desperations
Some continually gave into temptations
Had hesitations
And made zero preparations
Meanwhile others reached the intended destination
Achieving a state of elevation
After much determination and hard work, followed a possible celebration
Or revelation
With concentration
Have some motivation
From within find more inspiration
While making adaptations
Throughout trials and tribulations
Many civilizations
You can see in person, or only through illustrations
Certain locations
Full of radiation
And/or known to have a dangerous reputation
Still yet to be proven with a solid explanation
Continual paranormal investigations
Regarding anything, accurate portrayals or misrepresentations
Unknown or famous
It was or wasn't caught on surveillance
Crystal clear picture quality or blurry with some grayness
Rituals conducted on certain occasions
Some of which involve shamans
Meanwhile apprentice or master, blacksmith and masons
May be wearing protective aprons
Working on something considered complex or fairly basic
Near and beyond any waters with or without crustaceans
By: Dalton Ogletree
Came looking for a verse to transcribe
Couldn’t think of anything to inscribe
Mind wasn’t directing any orderly lyrics
Composedly accepting everything as is
No ripples of thoughts, no dilemmas,
No judgements, no opinions,
No portrayals of any sorts
“Why does anything need description?” was its question
“Just be” was its proposition
Decided to ruminate on that
A feeling of freedom came just like that.
Smita Kulkarni
02/11/2021
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Cessations tying balloons; glittering now amid the colours of the wind
To build this fairytales city while as closing obtuses intangible eyes....
Animations sparkling fortress afore dangling, majestic manifold crowns ~
Heliums manifestations, lifting these walls atop their monolithic pillars
Foundations, to be pasted unto the rose gardens heirful bouquet skies
Analgesias dreams in flightful hues; higher and higher within florals arrays
Ascending; reaching for the kingdom born, betwixt prosceniums buttercup stars
Parfaits chalices of golden promises poured from poincianas royal fruitful palms....
Picturesque montages in memorabilias souvenirs; portrayals unto bluer realms ~
Gregarious volitions harbored amid the ports of chamberlains tangible truths
Cessations tying balloons; colours in the wind building this fairytales fortress
Beyond analgesias momentary dreams for you and me; heliums manifestations
Coming to life their breath atop the monolithic pillars, rose gardens floral skies....
Betwixt prosceniums stars and poincianas fruitful palms; heirs of eternal promise
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...."Behind the Green Door" *
If our Moon could be judged as a sex
Female, male- some of both, it's complex
Since its phases do change
And its shapes rearrange
Its true gender could be multiplex.
Glowing round on a clear starry night
Poets think it's a she when they write
Perfect curves and a smile
Moon is set to beguile
smitten lovers to swoon at her sight.
But less feminine- Moon takes a turn
Looking gray amid storm clouds that churn
Like a sailor at sea
The Moon then seems to be
Manning tides as his only concern.
So, for sure, when we think of the Moon
As a gender, find out very soon
It's the setting that shows
In the way that it glows
How we feel its portrayals commune.
Tall and tan, velvet skin aglow
His smile, a film star's photo
Sure of himself, he walked with a swagger
A lady's man, his smooth tongue a dagger
Talented too, a budding young artist
Painting portraits, positively the tartest
Portrayals of la forma femme you ever did see
A lady's man, footloose and carefree
He'd ply them with wine, lure them with words
inviting them to his studio with clichés so absurd
But they fell for him hard, he played the game well
as he dragged them to bed for a night of lovemaking in Hell...
They awakened the next morning to an empty bed
Their fast-talking artist had conned them and fled
A lady's man to the end, footloose and carefree
His life ever-lonelier, an empty sex-spree
Pushing backward the awful negatives
My faith ascends along God’s directives
Gladly sharing His love, moving upward
The awful negatives, pushing backward.
Praying midst Holy Spirit’s revival
Trusting heaven’s grace for fruits’ arrival
I work well while slothfulness defying
Midst Holy Spirit’s revival, praying.
Propelled by mercy against selfish gain
And reaching-out to those who are in pain
I seek Christ Who helps with strength’s fervency
Against selfish gain, propelled by mercy.
Persistent to build lives despite trials
With compassionate caring portrayals
I thank God Who’s graciously consistent
Despite trials, to build* lives, persistent.
*Acts 20:32 And now, brethren, I commend you to God, and to the word of his grace, which is able to build you up, and to give you an inheritance among all them which are sanctified.
June 18, 2020
Swap Quatrain
God’s goodness verily abounding
Prevailed with thankful praise-resounding.
Blessings* encompassed my last year’s nest
Overtaking woes by blissful zest.
Increased trust toward faith altitude
Propelled earnest service fortitude.
Works of sacrificial endeavour
Wafted heavenly as sweet savour.
Afflictions midst challenging trials
Maximized divine love’s portrayals.
Our special child’s milestones … triumphant
Great grants from last year, indeed vibrant.
*Ephesians 1:3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ.
November 26, 2019
Honorable Mention, "STRAND SPECIAL 5..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/19/2019.
Portrayals of love
colored with paint and prose,
has inspired storied hearts to warmth
to fire the coldest of days...
Elizabeth Barrett found her Robert
Percy Shelly had his Mary,
to have found a shared passions magic
gift of words bound in covers,also
bound endlessly with a kindred spirit...
...art in life,true poetry in motion,
yet,some have had to settle with the ideal
of loves fleeting trickles...is it not,
just as so to live for love,than to die without it ?
Dante had his Beatrice,real or imagined,
Leonardo had his Mona Lisa,the other half
to complete his whole...the pain of love
can be insufferable,as a
Shakesperean Romeo and Juliet...
Past great loves,and
love willing to be...
can seem as close as the nearest smile,
or as distant as the distant stars...
but to live for love,
is much better than to die without it,
....real or imagined