Best Power(A) Poems
You possess me with those eyes of pyromania
a tidal wave of temptation thrashing into my need for euphoria
romanticized on appetite for agile reckoning of kiss ravishing, harnessing my hysteria,
plumed with lashes lent from love's wings, curling wet wishing
brows preened sexy mean, fur strip stiring me,
hypnotized by your hot umber rings
I learn how suspense stings
circles of crave unbuckling my brazen brandishing,
deep set on my desire I'm unraveling for the vixen fire, heart sweating,
born from the brown of beauty's sweetest warmth
eyes that bite and suck the stress
right out of my soul's duress,
for you I go forth...
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You possess me with those eyes of eagle blue
you use a single glance my hesitancy to unglue
soaring in the sky of my sweetened fantasy
these blue crystal orbs foretell of ecstasy
But first...the hunt...looking for prey - it's true
it's you - the Eagle
brutally brave and fiercely famished
you glide on the wind of my desire
your wings ablaze with fire
your eyes fierce, Oh, how they pierce
again and again
my inner sanctum deep
their hue puts the sky to shame
demanding passion and cravings untame
they bore deep into me
slashing bonds of inhibition free
Our eyes speak
Brown and Blue
Me and You...
in your eyes the need to seize
in mine, the need to please
yours dominate
mine capitulate
yours subjugate
mine consummate,
your eyes speak...
mine respond...Bonded, we belong
Eagle and Dove
poetry love
Our eyes speak...
A Collaboration Made From The Quills Of Justin & Eileen
The Garden Of The Soul Nourish And Admire
With gratitude the soul shall respire
As the divine fountains ooze many blessings
The garden of the soul nourish and admire
You shall reap joy of life and kind feelings.
*****
A Deep Feeling So Divine
Love, in words, if only I can define
A human power, a deep feeling so divine
Strong bonds of life and bliss shared
In Love, unabating drifts would be dared.
Lind30 Wordcount and Rhyme
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With Verve Huge Of Me In Verse
Within each word my thoughts rhyme
With verve huge of me in verse
The highest I strive to climb
In poetry soul I would immerse.
*****
I See Beauty In Mankind
I see beauty in mankind
As bliss and pain are aligned
I see Light blooms in true heart
As seeds of Love yields a work of art.
*****
Lind30 Rhyme (7,7,7,9)
Ample vicissitudes we both had faced
after the blood-curdling shipwreck while on voyage
trapped in a warren, dreams sailed in a haze
my young master bravely tamed me for his advantage
I became his bosom friend, worth not to put back in a cage.
Young master, what a strong faith you had!
despite the danger you didn’t give up
you had the power, a gift unparalleled to any other lad
to commiserate a beast was not your mishap
nature’s realm was exalted by your heart to the top.
While the wave-tracks lead to uncertainties,
life-boat drifted along the sea in misery
you felt at ease with me despite your difficulties
as fishes miraculously abounded, I fed myself happily
believing that you were the best angler who did all things for me.
I hummed a song in a long journey of anguish
on our way awaited all the scorching hassles
the gale of storm flogged once more its piece
mysterious island beckoned with its ostentatious obstacles
but, your courage and prayers walked over all troubles
finally, I found my lair through your ardent struggles.
August 12, 2013 6.30pm
©2013by Leonora Galinta
Second Place
Contest: any poem goes
Judged: 12/30/2013
Sponsor: Poet Linda PD
The time of day to power a poet's fancy
Is that delay between the day and night
When rosy glows streak in the west horizon;
That lovely interlude we call twilight.
Somewhere between the daylight and the darkness,
The remnants of the sun still hanging there,
The twilight chases burdens of the daytime,
And gives us sweet respite from daily care
This mystic time the poets call the gloaming,
A lingering salute to end of day,
Comes long enough to usher in the nighttime
And welcome in the moon and star display.
This half-light often brings quixotic dreaming,
Lulling noisy birds to join the quietude.
A gift from God for those of lonely spirit,
Bestowed on them to bless their solitude.
A Beckoning finger glides her flight
tasting the wind,
to gather insight
Lifting her arms tendril-ed to light
drifting in feeling,
is darkness and fright
Soaring to plains,knights had fought
in helmets and headstones
her passion is wrought
A Flaming phoenix,re-birthed no more
A splendor embers
to ash on the floor
Wizards are slain and witches dispelled
majestic they hung,
to final death knells
Screams of mercy,rip into heart
calling the magic,
dirt caged in part
Exquisite white witch dripping with love
trembling her spirit,
watched from above
Releasing her power A dragon breath pales
kaleidoscoped magic,
lifting dark veils
Four elements drawn earth,wind and fire
water poured forth,
soaking a pyre
Earth stamped evil beneath his sin
wind settled hell,
the flames did rescind
Dusted of tragedy,on hallowed ground
sucking black magic,
in gasps that resound
Echoing Demons,soaking with shame
anviled to stone,
now have no name
Fire burnt mercy back into heart
myths of history,
now live the past
Drifting in peace,a witch found rest
laying her head,
is all she requests
Your Indigo Ink, Yes, You
“Great spirits have always encountered
opposition from medicore minds”
Albert Einstein
Your very best poems are about truth, goodness or
beauty!
Yet, ignored, over something... not only ghastly base,
but something mindlessly fruity.
Do not fret if they are ignored, move on and close
the door.
If you are here to be loved and very popular, it
shows in your poetry, which is mostly jocular.
Let others write exactly as they choose.
Get up, read a poet you like, by wearing your
poetic soul shoes.
Why keep reading, only those at the top?
There are thousands rarely read, they are humans
after all, not floor mops!
Ah, those photos on that homepage are so very
deceiving!
Poses of love and great beauty, and then come
their vicious comments~ indeed a very, dark soul
revealing.
Never mind mean cracks at your poems!
These are unloving poets staring at their
contorted faux image.
Under their own cruel mind-domes!
Best we learn from one another.
Than to do all in our power, a good poet’s writ,
to ignore and smother.
Tell me, how great you must feel, when you turn
off your night light.
When some here really do choose to
make of another, a joke and a blight?
Better to support than do all in your power to
smother one another.
Than to prance about here, pretending others are
not your equals or poetry brothers.
Jealousy here? A purely teenage emotion!
It destroys friendships here, and creates a painful
commotion.
I cannot use his name, it would not be right,
But his humor is impressive, classical and a most
appreciated delight.
10/4/2021
Act 1 Scene 1
Water: “ I am water and I create Energy without using coal.”
Air : “I am air, and I can now create Energy without using coal”
Water:” I flow through a pipe, then push against blades in a turbine that spin
to power a generator to produce clean green electricity.”
Air:“It's discovered that clean green electricity is generated from my humidity.”
Act 2 scene 1
Water : “I cover 71% of the earth’s surface”
Air: “I cover 100% of the earth’s surface”
Water: “I contain Hydrogen and Oxygen”
Air: “ So do I” “ I am needed to produce fire”
Water: “ I extinguish fire when its out of control or no longer needed.”
Act 3 Scene 1
Water : “I prevent dehydration in humans and animals and without me they
could not survive” “I have no calories”
Air: “I prevent suffocation in humans and animals and without me they
could not survive” “I have no calories either”
Air: “ Vegetation, birds and mammals need me to survive
Water:” Vegetation, birds , fish and mammals need me to survive
Water:” I am needed to swim."
Air : “ I am needed to swim and run and climb and walk."
Water and Air in unison: ” I guess we are a special pair”
"This earth is lucky we both are there." They take a bow- Exit stage right.
THE END
let me feel your rhythm manifest
infuse to my liquid being
your power a seed of desired secrets
mesh yourself deep to my tissue
with each roll of your might
I embower myself with succulent thoughts
each waves shush of sand softly speaks
empathy curling itself over my aching
…Today your turmoil is smooth
…Tomorrow may rage dark against me
still your essence will shine
within the clouds as they kiss your skin
your white foam scrambles forward
and rushes the shore, serene in abeyance
I too await the promise of today
9-3-2020
Brians Choice 3
1st place
Inspired by Charles B. Widmeyer’s hymn “Come and Dine.”
COME AND DRINK
It’s inside of him who waits—
passion afore it’s too late.
The stirring of the waters, his healing close.
With no working legs, no boast,
has no friends to help him coast
into the waters…then Jesus overflows.
Refrain
Rejoice! Rejoice! Oh what joy there is in Him.
Kind of joy that bubbles, rises to the brink.
With richest blessings poured, to the chalice rim,
overflowing cascade beckons, “Come and Drink.”
Magdalene’s seven spirits—
viscosity that digs deep.
She’s haunted by nefarious wolves—sceptic.
Deeper still, one touch of Christ,
draws her to the highest heights.
Deeply cleansed from impure thoughts— Christ heals the sick.
Refrain
Rejoice! Rejoice! Oh what joy there is in Him.
Kind of joy that bubbles, rises to the brink.
With richest blessings poured, to the chalice rim,
overflowing cascade beckons, “Come and Drink.”
What’s better than this? The lamb—
led to the cross…great I Am
eaten up with all our suffering and sins.
What’s better than that? The dawn
bursts forth lovely as a swan—
Christ with life-giving power, a righteous win.
Refrain
Rejoice! Rejoice! Oh what joy there is in Him.
Kind of joy that bubbles, rises to the brink.
With richest blessings poured, to the chalice rim,
overflowing cascade beckons, “Come and Drink.”
10/18/2021
A game of hide and seek breaks out
In the living room I duck behind the couch
Like a ninja on vacation
My dog trots by
Sniffing
Chuffing
Absolutely unconvinced
Until I pop out with a peekaboo
She jumps
Like she just met a ghost wearing my face
She sprints around the house
In victory laps of pure joy
Tail wagging so hard
It could power a small village
I pretend I meant to hide better
But she’s already celebrating her win
Like she solved the world’s greatest mystery
Round two begins
I “stealthily” slide behind a door
My dog staring straight at me
Because I’m terrible at this
Yet she still plays along
Bless her goofy heart
When I leap out again
She wiggles with delight
As if hide and seek was the greatest game on earth
- abuse of power ~ a political goldfish -
27.01.2018
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
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I know that you have seen them walking,
and I know that you have heard them talking,
'bout all thoses rhymes and reasons,
the birds and bees and,
sometimes I can't understand,
how that they roll them eyes,
and stomp their feet,
smacking their lips, in the summer heat.
See they belong to a prestious club,
where none of the fellas get no love.
They are the coochie committee,
secretly meeting in our towns and cities.
I tried to infiltrate them,
by going out on a date,
when I nearly met my fate,
only to find out that my sister, mother,grandma,
and aunt, all participate.
They all were up in arms,
One lady shouted,
"sound the alarm!!!"
they planned to do this man some bodily harm.
I ran as fast as i could,
back to my neighborhood.
called upon my brethern there,
but they couldn't relate,
as I tried to explain this place,
bout the coochie committee,
Some brothas, didn't care.
So I just hold my toungue,
whenever a woman is around,
contemplating what will go down,
cause you never know,
the power a woman has,
and if she posseses a pass,
with the coochie committee,
as matter of fact,
It always seems to,
have her back!!!!
This mystic time the poets call the gloaming,
A lingering salute to end of day,
Comes long enough to usher in the nighttime
And welcome in the moon and star display.
written 7/18/19
For Arbitrium Divisa 3 poetry contest
Sponsor Gregory E. Barden
Taken from my poem "Twilight" Posted March 21 2005
Twilight
The time of day to power a poet's fancy,
Are those short moments between day and night,
When rosy glows streak in the west horizon.
That lovely interlude we call twilight.
Somewhere between the daylight and the darkness,
The remnants of the sun still hanging there.
Erasing heavy burdens of the daytime,
Removing all the weariness and care.
The mystic time the poets call the gloaming,
This lingering salute to end of day,
Comes lonr enough to usher in the nightfall
And welcome in the moon and stars display.
The half-light often brings quixotic dreaming,
Even lulling birds and beasts to quietude.
This respite is God's gift for lonely spirits,
Bestowed on them to bless their solitude.
By Joyce
An image is but a reflection, a picture, a mold, but do you understand the power a man holds? His extraordinary mind, his value, his soul, is life to bestowed.
To women, he is meek, strong and yet weak, he loves and he cheats, he comes, he goes, fighting to maintain a place, in a world he once thought he owned.
God took a man's rib to give life to his woman, and his future kids. To build a world, a nation, for all future generations. He was given knowledge to teach, to build, and to lead, to nurture a world, for all to bear seed.
Man was given the commandments from God's very soul, for his woman, and children to behold. He wrote the bible, with his own hands, he wrote the declarations of independence, for which we stand.
Man took us in and out of slavery, chained liked animals, he did not forget we are his family. Man took us in and out of war, time and time again, fighting to to preserve life, and our land!
A Man's self worth is more than gold, it is life to cherish and behold. When I think of "The father, the son, and the Holy Ghost, It is during these times, that I understand
"A Man's Self-Worth" the most!
I believe in God, Our creator, Father almighty, his only son Jesus, and the Holy Spirit, therefore, I believe in you!!!
On the outskirts
of a line comprised
of two landscapes;
The distinction
is lost on how you've
managed to captivate me.
Afar, my pupils study
you several times over;
succeeded by dry run
thoughts yearning
to be verbalized.
Words escape me
walking on tiptoes,
holding on the possibility
that if heard, they
stumble not to the fore
of inexistence. Due to
clocks power, a measure
of petite conversations formulate
in between. My aroused pupils
correlate with yours...(SIGH) Your
soul accompanied by the brown sand you're comprised of
is indeed...
Exquisite.
Pace, G INK-U-SCRIPT