Best Predecessors Poems
Oh Goddess Moon, you induce painters to paint,
the crazed to rave and poets to praise your grace.
How many love affairs have you helped to consummate?
With a woman’s many wiles, you change your shape.
How you beguile, yet never do you vacillate.
You stay your course and never stray!
Like yin to yang, you are to sun a cool and pallid pool,
changing, yet constant in your rule
as you steadfastly move from New to Quarter To Gibbous to Full,
and then you wane . . .
till in Crescent Balsamic you reign -
there to shortly contemplate the wisdom you have gained.
Your fortnight ended, you journey back again.
We all beneath you are an ocean mystically pulled,
heirs to the gifts you weave at the time we are born.
Like our predecessors who learned to heed
your rhythmic sounds as they planted seed,
it would behoove us, with our vast technology,
to stop and study the sky, your teachings there to see!
Categories:
predecessors, moon,
Form:
Verse
The golden hour for rising has arrived, and there are violet roses in the sky,
So, I bid hello to you, my robust friend, as the vibrant, cerise birds float by.
The obsidian night, it was very long, and was filled with pleasant dreaming,
Like scenes from the heart of jade forests, where lush nature is screaming.
But the dark hours seem as ages past, since you have risen on the horizon,
Reflecting your glory in the limpid waters, as day slowly begins to brighten.
So nice to see you again, my old friend, peering in the doors and windows,
As beautiful songs from emerald trees, begin their daily, rapid crescendos.
Soon all the world will be colorful and glad, like skyward birthday balloons,
Drifting on backlit skies of somewhere, like the aromas of various blooms!
We've traveled a long way, you and I, and like orioles, we've gone together,
Screaming our joys at midday hour, as warmth blankets the divers weather.
You trail every individual, peach dawn to dusk, and from season to season,
Forever going in and out of our lives, silently, and without apparent reason.
My work as a seasonal park ranger, has kept me in the glitter of your gaze,
As gorgeous wildflowers pursue us all, down the myriad, natural pathways.
Living with my family and my cat, and having a happy life on Pretty Street,
We danced all through deep amber days, terribly soon to become obsolete.
And often enjoyed memorable outings, birthday parties, and get togethers,
Like the euphoria of your floral days, are inclined to following predecessors.
Days at the beach, days at the park, ballgames or fun backyard barbecues,
At the happiest of times, everyplace I look, the first thing that I see is you.
And in olden, golden days, when I played on and on, your warmth was felt,
Like the presence of bittersweet autumn rose, though unseen, lately smelt!
Sweet summer evenings, you gazed redly, to say your melancholy goodbye,
Like the redness that strangely appears, when you're trying hard not to cry.
Crickets in the lilac bush, butterflies in the grass, all smile to greet the sun,
And yellow days are started and soon done, in dreamlike, skyward visions!
Flowers titter in warm, fragrant meadows, and oceans shudder with delight,
People beam at your kind warmth, and robins sing once they see your light!
Categories:
predecessors, fantasy, imagery, joy, nature,
Form:
Couplet
A bloom breaks out afresh from its swollen,
green bud and then stretches skyward into
the sun-infused sky. A feature of nature that's
timeless and perennial, it faithfully flowers and
adorns its surroundings like its predecessors.
Never alone, and joined by its floral neighbors
of its own kind in fragrant numbers, it suffuses
the atmosphere all around with a heavy, yet
sweet stench of lavender and honeysuckle. The
thick odor attracts and entices the flower-
borne bees, hornets, and yellow-jackets nearby
into a steady, rhythmic pulse of continuous,
busy labor over the perfumed blossoms and
vibrantly-tinted petals. From an adjacent pond
the over-abundant and majestic beauty of the
lily-of-the-valleys add its distinctiveness to
the already rich and vibrant, floral landscape,
now teeming with the vibrancy of spring:—
so lush with fulsomeness of life and movement!
Categories:
predecessors, flower, nature, spring, summer,
Form:
Imagism
Mystery symbols in our dreams
Are night's telegrams with strange themes
To grasp the message
Of what these scenes presage
The ancients knew decoding schemes
Author's note: Our inability and lack of desire to interpret dreams in the "modern age" is partly the result of our reliance on reason and science. Our predecessors would be shocked at how illiterate we are when it comes to this skill. Eric Fromm's book with the same title as this poem makes this exact point. It is unfortunate that modern man can not properly decipher these gems of information from the subconscious.
Categories:
predecessors, dream, language,
Form:
Limerick
Ga Ga over Green
This green parrot pecking the green coconut,
Under the shelter of long leafy huge tree,
sings ' Green de la Green'
On this velvet green bed, in the open, I lie,
I can feel green sucking my fatigue
Ooo la la,its a refreshing and healthy feeling,
These golden corn capsules atop the green field flutter,
The green grasshopper hangs around the green caterpillar,
Transparent pearly dew drops create an emerald green effect,
Green leaves had the honour to cover our predecessors,
Green Man of the Pagan period signified fertility,
My religion venerates peaceful green,
Green band of my country flag connotes hope,prosperity,
Green is pious,national,rejuvinating,,,,colour of life,
Ma ma mia,,I wanna sink into this green,
"O Green! ,unburden me,embrace me ,sanctify me",
Wake up world,save green and prefer to go green.
P.S-Green is connected tolife,youth and vitality.Ancient cultured Proto Indo Europeans got it started first.The word green is closely related to Old English verb "growan" means "to grow".
Contest:United coloures GREEN.
Sponsor:Silent One
02.03.2016
Categories:
predecessors, appreciation, beauty, green, growth,
Form:
Free verse
For all the complex science of my mind
The crow still flies
For all the profound answers man may find
The sea still sighs
For all the glass and steel from which cities rise
And fabled disciplines new perches find
Archeologists explore their predecessors demise
Sifting over things that stare us blind
I want to stand alone in moonlight and night
And kiss your lips again
And need no answers breath or clothes is tight
With passion in my vein
The truest that comes when all my joys in flight
Manifest their meaning to my domain
Or children playing ring games while logs burn bright
The sweet harvest of the latent pain.
Categories:
predecessors, imagination, life, nature
Form:
Verse
Proud brothers and sisters once
again having to defend The USA,
at its Southern Border. But, today,
unlike threats of the past, the invading
army are sick, hungry, destitute bands
of migrants – who have been tricked
into entering the Nation illegally. Tricked
by evil, Marxist tyrants, our Present
Administration, advocating for a far less
free Republic than that imagined by noble
and honorable predecessors. Will we let
these Texas Patriots stand alone?
Perhaps damning future American
generations, to the hellish fires of
Despotism.
Categories:
predecessors, evil, introspection, judgement, patriotic,
Form:
Free verse
there waiting for me
on the other side
i like to think
of all those
before me
who have passed
and one day
will line up
by the light
with open arms
to welcome me
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on July 23 2020
Categories:
predecessors, death, faith, family, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
I am the future of this noble land
I look out for you to seek my hand
Although I am young I have ambitions and strengths
For I am the future you must understand
I acknowledge my predecessors, the heroes and souls
Who lost their lives in this struggle to uphold?
The many brave men and women who vied with racism
And followed their heart and altered all perception
Equality reigns supreme, no matter your hue
Past sins forgiven, success long overdue
I look to the sun and see it wink back
Confident am I that I am on the right track
Solitary winds envelop and succumb
Looking at my lands beauty I grow numb
I strive for success, happiness and fame
For I am the future, the youth by name
Categories:
predecessors, devotionfuture,
Form:
Free verse
Tibetan monks share colorful lore
Taking wide-eyed listeners from a valley floor
To peaks in the sentinel Himalayas
So how could such holy men’s tales betray us
A dark, furry creature’s outline has been seen
Startling climbers on mountains so serene
Leaving bipedal footprints on pristine snow
Stumping searchers who try to learn where they go
Yeti, the not-so-abominable snowman
Much maligned being of God’s creative plan
Never attacks, just appears and quickly flees
Allowing sighters to suspect what they please
Howling in the pain of loss from lofty peaks
Perhaps for a missing cousin Yeti seeks
One who traversed a lost land bridge from Asia
Then made his way south from the Arctic Tundra
To explore lush forests now U.S. Northwest
Where for centuries Bigfoot has done his best
To elude capture by settlers and hunters
And scoff at ever-hopeful photographers
Publicized encounters still boggle the brain
But only footprints, blurry photos remain
Of man’s intriguing, unevolved ancestors
Scientists think they’re human predecessors
Far smarter than we, they blend in with nature
Appearing now and then in the newspaper
But their imprints on Earth have been minimal
Never chopping trees or scarring a pinnacle
They’ve reason to hide from one who pollutes
One who doesn’t reason, but only shoots
Perhaps these “beasts” we should emulate
Learn from our ancestors before it’s too late
*Entry for Joyce's "The Rhyming Game" contest
Categories:
predecessors, mystery, cousin,
Form:
Rhyme
Lines of ancestry
and musty records
feature fractured glimpses
of times long gone --
but we deem that we gain
some understanding, some insight,
some feeling
for our predecessors.
Those histories we
think we know
are never true.
We choose from many options,
all skewed by a plethora
of factors that suit
a current bias, and we bend
and blend and fabricate
imaginary
pasts.
Categories:
predecessors, age, history, memory, mythology,
Form:
Free verse
Feel to the anguish of the less fortunate
Picture those who opt for shortcuts in life
Sense their grief for they’ve missed out
They forgot a simple life’s equation
Hard work bares success
See the crack of dawn
Even though the day is not firmly established
Just like your journey, it has just begun
Each second present you with a chance
A chance to better yourself for future
Strive not to be the same as yesterday
For yesterday is history
In life nothing is promised
But through hard work anything is attainable
Learn from your predecessors, O! You chosen ones
See the miles of my journey through my grey headed
My journey was lonely and tiring
I lived as if tomorrow will be dissimilar
Now I know change is now
O! If you would listen to my adage
Our era maybe dissimilar
But the challenges are similar
Let my impediments be your road signage’s
To help you avoid the knocks I took
So that you prosper a satisfying life
Let each opportunity fill your artillery
To allow your mind to discharge missiles
That can help you crack your impediments
Just like the light penetrates the darkness
Fire the thought that says, you can’t
Because your love for life, tells me you can!
Yes you can
Categories:
predecessors, courage, grandson, inspirational, school,
Form:
"National Anthem USA"
Hands to hearts with baseball capped compassion
We swear on a timeless treasure of freedom
Asking new artists every time to hit the tender spot of America
They beg for the chance to sing the Francis Scott Key to our hearts
Rebellious revolutionary days forced us to face
The king of England, most taxing on our troubles
A tumor so ugly and far away from the truth
He was growing ever more malignant
With every year of passing this country grew more proud
Endearing us to older countries we certainly had to prove ourselves
Throughout tumultuous efforts
We fought on this land and others
From the souls who struggled with hand packed gunpowder and bullets of balls
To the men who survived amputation and the casualties of consequence
M.I.A'.s and P.O.W.'s in Vietnam with green turtle shells on head, they fought like dogs
Tags to remind us are plenty because freedom is not free
Semper Fi sweet marines
And for new lands so vast, they were to become the new states
Of mind for auspicious entrepreneurs who knew the greatness
We were blessed with the new land to our west
Exploring revelry which led us to find the other shining sea
Gold made us rush while liberty allowed us to stay
Settlers moving west across the nation brought much trepidation
But nowadays we have a future to forage for the best it has to offer
As we dine on democracy from the plate of our predecessors
Begun with the melody that makes people goose bump
The Star Spangled Banner
Categories:
predecessors, war,
Form:
Free verse
"Hungarian Festival"
Pro bono bands gradually allure the crowds
Their effort is unmatched while working unique instruments
To make people understand where they came from
Let us not forget our many predecessors as they sing
About the land beyond our own
Loud speakers tantalize throughout the day
A foreign and beautiful demonstration of national pride
Adorned in gowns and bonnets of floweresque appearance
Little girls dance about in the street displaying lessons they were taught
Cute little sensations build the fantasy and wisp so many away
To a place they never knew of others and their founding roots
A new experience teaches newcomers that their world is not the only one
Where a rich culture runs flamboyant, it is a rare chance to shine
Spices in the air fill ones nose with enchanting scents from every food station
Dishes of colbasse and saur kraut put together with loving care
The dilemma of so many is because their stomachs are only so big
But good spirits will come not from a cup but from the heart
As good people try tirelessly to share themselves with others
The museum evokes a thoughtfulness for the furniture and paintings
Century old representations that the Hungarians were always clever
Sculpted pottery of undecided interpretation warm you up for the air blown glass
These people are to envy for a world outside our own
They are bountiful and harmonious and plentiful
An inspiration to make our own contribution
We should all be as complete as them
Categories:
predecessors, art, life, world, people,
Form:
Free verse
Farewell 2014, God Bless You
Good years pass in a wink
The cup is broken before you finish a drink
The bad ones each day, a hell, an inferno
Sheepishly creeping in, you made tall promises
Peace, tranquility, harmony
End of conflict, strife and poverty,
Rule of Law, good governance, redeeming of grievances
Your promises fell by the way side
The high and mighty you served like your predecessors
You reincarnated Hitler, Mussolini and Caesars
Humbleness vanished, ruled arrogance and pride
To Syria and Iraq you gifted ISIS
In Afghanistan and Pakistan you created crisis
The cruel hands of Satan like Taliban were let loose
For the afflicted, anguish and pain you choose
You were a silent spectator to Israel’s atrocities
Like Nero you fiddled when Gaza burnt
The cries and wailings of Palestinian women and children
Fell on deaf ears; didn't melt your hardened heart
You unleashed sufferings to Muslims in Myanmar
You saw the massacre of school children in Peshawar
The sit in observed by the leader Imran Khan
Against the corrupt rulers in Pakistan
Which good deed you boast about
It is best for you now quietly to slip out
And allow me to welcome two thousand and fifteen
See the seed of New Year’s dawn sprout
With radiant shine and glow of hope on its face
The New Year may as well enter the race
May through Almighty’s sublime grace
The conflicts and sufferings to leave no trace
Exit 2014 and enter two thousand fifteen
May tomorrow promise a life tranquil and serene!
Sintra, Portugal -December 31, 2014 -23:54 hours
Categories:
predecessors, conflict, corruption, goodbye, history,
Form:
Rhyme