Best Predominant Poems
POTD 4th Nov 2019
Vanquishing all reservation
twilight's prelude heralds
shadowy anticipation
of a secret amorous thirst
He surrenders once more
to his darkest desires
amplifies the sultry ambiance
with star spangled bursts
A slave in her entity
tremulous in her splendour
Captivating and illuminating
this shadowy tryst
yet her heart beats not in rhythm
to the songs he composes
she dismisses him once more
Saying… ‘it is what it is’
However, through chinks of his ardour
ebbing resplendence
Predominant primacy
hard to resist will persist
refusing to believe …’it is what it is’
refusing to believe …’it is what it is’
The intricacies of love
too difficult to fathom
Her preference mismatched
he cannot define
her daily mantra
heightens sensations
reserved for the one
who appears to outshine?
Nothing but ineffectual
is her discordant course
the unyielding reality
of it drives him insane
and through the ebbing darkness
she hears him screaming ….’it is NOT what it is
It is Not what it is’
No satin ropes will tether
her cosmic line of duty
No romantic soft liaison
would induce her to stay
Tremulous and tender
her love cruelly wanders
from his romantic serenade
she turns her light away
Succumbs to his enemy…Day
whispering softly…. ‘it is what it is
It is what it is’
POTD 4th Nov 2019
FILLY’S FAMOUS STORY
Although I am pink, don’t ever think
That this filly is just frilly and silly,
For I am a thorough bred filly who instead
Of eating just oats, for my owner dotes
On me, am fed in a pasture of my very own,
Whose green grass is a sight to be seen,
And oh, so pristine!
What is my mode of work you might ask,
It certainly does not involve any task,
For I am shown off to the rich and elite,
Who think it’s an absolute treat,
To be shown a beauty like me
I do sound vain but where else would
They find a pink filly to see!
My mane is brushed every day,
With a gold plated brush by Fay,
She is so proud, I always draw a crowd,
And is quick to explain, I’m a descendant
From the stables of the ex and late
Senator Nicholas Brady, I’m no ordinary lady!
Fay has desperately tried to find me a mate,
But am truly fussy, I know my destiny and fate
Is not from the regular horses around, but to be
Found amongst the Arabian horses abroad, for imagine
A local brown dowdy horse, I’d be fraught!
Yes I’m a snob, my mate must be a real heart throb,
For my vision and dreams are of never
Ending meadows, and flowers, and trees and streams
And a handsome horse of the same breeding as me,
Maybe even a Lipizzaner who has a reputed background,
They have been around for quite a while, Fay reads
My thoughts and gives me a smile, hey Frilly don’t
Stress pretty friend, for it is my eternal intent,
That you be matched one day with an aristocratic
Horse, and together you will take a romantic course,
And have little foals, of which one might be pink,
So never, ever think that your predominant,
Pink genetic line will become extinct, you re such a
Refined fine filly, nothing about you is silly,
You will go down in history and be recorded,
As the most beautiful pink horse ever born,
Have patience, you will be rewarded!
Frilly looked at Fay, and gave her a neigh,
She loved Fay so, would Fay ever know, Frilly
Hoped so, for if Fay looked deep into Frilly’s
Eyes, Fay would know that she had won
Frilly’s heart as first prize!
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The wind blew constantly,
Judas felt cold, cold outside, cold inside.
He had betrayed his love.
Could he make atonement?
Show some self respect?
Will love find out
how deep his guilt was?
Must he despair?
He was truly lost.
He sat down against an olive tree
A rotten fruit fell.
His despair increased.
The Bible never mentioned what fruit Adam and Eve ate. Certainly it was not an apple. Biblical studies considered the olive trees as the most predominant in the Mediterranean. It could have been large and sweet. After the fall of Adam and Eve, the olives turned sour and shrank. So Jesus began his Passion in the garden of olives. All this is theoretical. One can believe what he wants.
The Iris - the spectrum in my glistening eyes
Beauty be that of rainbow hues on my face
Pigments painting mental images in my brain
Bewitching in art- coloring this my world
Enchanting creating the beauteous hues , I trace
I conclude - the beaming shades of awe
What a beauteous phenomenon perplexed wondering why?
The wonder amazed in the pupil of my eye
Visions - seeing the glamorous trees
I paint the birch flows with the black and white beauty
Thus I also see shades and the bark so prominent
Luscious the white - the ivory embedded in my mind
And the branches of the willow also flowing with the wind
With the breeze on my face - and the autumn leaves we find
Ah - gardens - flowers prominent too of hue
Bouquets of roses reflecting on you
I see the mountains - I see the waters
Still tracing the reflections in my id - my mind
Mentally I see blossoms - I see a solid rock
Of which to stand - God bless our land
May we walk paths feeding our eyes with colors
Predominant - Imagery now , I see the light
Painting the pictures in the beauty of daylight
In my world thus I appreciate and this I love
With the sunrise too in my eyes , from skies above
I am walking in life with God side by side
Instilling thoughts in my mind inside and outside
And may the world be always glistening
With thoughts in mind that God is always listening!
The love of Ganesha....
Born upon the branches of the Monterey cypress', ucalyptusly turning leaves
Joyfully displayed reflections this retros, predominant vanguards of the times
Preceptencies vibrantly rainbowic colours; renditions aside the sea
Peace signs embracing the Eastern world of Katmandus, serenities scene....
A spectacular renaissance of Victorianly vaulted venues; splendours
Painted hearts upon smiling faces so arrayed amid, these Cathedrals dreams
Flowers of divinities delicate epigraph flowing gently through, a totems breeze
Upon their way towards the Golden Gate Parks celestial celebrations, wherein
The militant Magi meets, the brightened Prince of Peace....
Ribbons and bows of Isalms ideals meshed beneath, a Buddhas tree
Adorned by Imagines precursed writings from, Lennons visionary keys
These, Egyptian teas with their green leaf beads and
Kissing doves of iconics love, less, such still framed ironies....
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....Haight Ashbury ~
I have been to Ireland
Noticed the Colour Green
Is predominant in the fields
Where the produce is seen
Besides the grand potato
Of which Ireland is renowned
The green bean that grows
Put in a broth, will add the crown
Amongst the variable farm stock
Pigs, sheep and cows you’ll see
The cows are at the foremost
Phhew the smell meets me
The aroma of the cows
Brings tears to the eyes
But the taste of the steaks
Makes one drool I tell no lies
So what have I got now
Green beans, beef and Pots
Sounds like ingredients
For a fine Irish Broth.
But I need some onions
The finest in the crop
Will have to travel to
Spokane, to Isaiah plot
A dash or two of pepper
A pinch or two of salt
A few herbs for good measure
That’ll be a fine broth we’ve got
After that hearty eating
How about a jig
Gather in the barn then
Of Guinness we will have a swig.
Dance to an Irish fiddler
Whose fingers move so fast
All the weight the Broth put on’
Will be a thing of the past.
No one sees the tears of Nature...
When Pollution propels her heart to rupture...
No one feels for the predominant pain...
When we torture our Mother like kids insane...
Her tears...her pain...her yell...
As though She has been transformed to Hell...
Fail to sway our heads indifferent...
As we continue to crush our environment...
But let us not forget this undisputed truth...
We will also suffer for this voracious loot...
If a mother cries...the child will cry...
& one day,the entire civilisation will die....!
Beauteous! hues so prominent
These eyes see blues of blue
Dawn broke! Thus then the radiant sun
Heavenly skies I see predominant rays
String colors on my face so evident
Shimmering gold , that rising star
Nourishing my mind in the skies I find
Those periwinkle blues - I trace
Hence - Beauty yes I meditate
Those rays embedded in my days
I wake each born new day to unwind
Elegance I see surrounding me
I walk the paths standing on the rock
Looking at my radiant sunshine with the hues
And I pray to God while I oppose the blues
The ground I stand on nourished by thee
Nurturing my soul - I start my day
I speak! I tell my prayers I believe
I am enlightened with the skies I perceive
Blessed by my heavenly father he listens
And with the prominence of the sunrise
It dawned onto me
That while I walk the gardens everyday
God is holding me and giving me strength
Hence! God's beauty that he created
With the rays stunning and with length
I know my true friend to live my life
Loving God with me today and each tomorrow
Cherishing every morn! smile with the sun
I am encouraged by his beloved presence
Bewildered I am truly hypnotized , hence
I look in awe! At such a beauteous sky
And I appreciate the true beauty of God
A glimpse in my eye
With those heavenly skies - I am telling you why!
He listens - I pray each born new day
That those elegant sunrises capture my soul
Walking in Gods dreams ! I am shining
My seeds of faith - I bond I am whole
Is life only about education and learning
Followed by working and earning
Up early to get to work and midnight light burning
Never satisfied but for new stuff yearning
Is it about gathering possessions abundant
Or are you in training for something more important
Like living a life of love for God predominant
Like living a life over base passions triumphant
Like living a life over daily sins and wrongs repentant
If you died today where will you spend eternity
Will it be with God in the golden city
Will it be in the fires of hell what a pity
Choose carefully as there is only one opportunity
There is no return from your eternal choice
In heaven you will forever rejoice
In hell the heat the pain the screams and the noise
Jesus calls today listen to his voice
Decide now as at the edge of eternity you poise
Will your short years on earth count
At the end of your life what will it amount
Will you drink living water from the eternal fount
Will you live for Jesus who died on your account
Soon the silver chord broken and you’ll be gone
The curtain between physical and spiritual torn
Loved ones and friends for you will mourn
No more chance to be spiritually reborn
Decide before you leave the body you adorn
Where will you start your eternal dawn
For temporal pleasures hold not him to scorn
Who on the cross your sins has borne
Mysterious and majestic mountains, mellow as gold,
At the sun soaked summits, sweeping clouds enfold,
Basking in brilliant beauty, beneath a boundless blue,
Welcoming willing wonder, while ages wandered by you.
Picturesque, predominant, and so pleasingly permanent,
Enormous, exotic, exhilarating, exalted time testament!
Inspiring imaginative, impassioned, illimitable dreams,
Like the lovely lazy ones, of moonlit lustrous gleams.
‘Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign…
and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! …
Yet… It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
On the Planet, however Polluted or Profane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
Wherever the Delusional -Dimensional Plane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
Or Danger-Plot, Prison-Door or Deepest Pain
Or Present-Defeat, or Darkest-Hours-View
even Thru Dying-Breath, Devout Prayers Proclaim
to Be Delivered- New, True, and Pulled-Thru
to Claim The Prize of Life-Perpetually-Sustained
… For Particularly, By God’s Unpronounceable Power
Thru His Son’s Unparallel- Principal-Purchase… Dower
God’s Dependents and Dreamers Will Prosper-Gain
The Prophecy, The Promise, The Paradise-Preordained
The Perfect-Future and The Victory-Parade
… The Distant, Destiny of Eden – Never Been Doused Nor Degrade
Then… It Won’t Matter…So, Please Dismiss The Paltry-Strain
The Days of The Deformity and Damage-Train
Will Be In The Past … Departed-Detained
Disaster and Disloyal Will Lay In A Destroyed-Plain
Damned For All Of Time –Proliferate-Blamed
A Suppository-Prophylactic-Puddle-Shame
Patience-Persevering…Demands Punishment - Prediction-Sang…
… Final-Draft …Stop-The-Presses!... Poll-Loudly-Refrains
When You Really Discern and Pragmatically-Attain
The Divine God and His Son’s King- Domain
Publicize Their Progenitor and Predominant Names
and Preach and Deify Like-Doting-Platoon-Swains,
with Pedestal-Passion and ‘Plum-Plumb’, Persistence-Ingrained
For On Position-Comparison, We ‘All’ Pale-to- A-Feigned …
…Puppets and Peons and Dim-Witted-Parasitic-Great Danes
and Dopamine Defective, Demerol Addicted – Darwin-Poisoned-Sprains
Disoriented-Drivel, Droll-Drooling-Inane
or Just-Plain ol’ Dire-Derelicts-Insane
(and now… I have a P D Q,… for Me and You… Migraine)
Oh… May They Accept This Poor-Placard-Crane
Amen… Again… Amen
Theories long forgotten, strategies of self interest predominant
The war of Forces, Principalities so dark, no man walks away untouched
My senses so keen I feel it all a mile away
I send the Angel's and it's all said and done in the breath of a second
Then a healing beam of light caresses me
The Angel's of God or a womans love
Both so deep and rare here
Both protecting me from the evil men devise against me
And I feel the force of love as they combine together
It relieves me of my worries and now I cling to the hope it gives
Be strong, be courageous, follow the soft gentle voice
As they light my path, As her inner beauty shines through I am just a cub in her arms
Just a sheep for the slaughter protect us both God
Born May 5, 1818, in Trier Germany
to Heinrich and Henrietta Marx,
sans the third of nine children
(and second oldest heir)
Karl Marx thinking begot incendiary sparks,
asper his two most controversial publications
titled The Communist Manifesto,
and Das Kapital
which political philosophy
incubating seeds of self destruction didst birth
doctrines of class struggle,
historical materialism, dearth
of equitable wealth, and inherent
contradictions of industrial capital
distributed unevenly
across avast swath of Earth
thus inviting his perspective
(conveniently exploited,
mined, and usurped) advocating
the working class (proletariat)
to expedite organized revolutionary action
to topple capitalism and bring about
socio-economic emancipation,
where wages of sin exchanged for labor bled
fingers to the bone life source, viz proletariat
till slaving laborer nearly became gratefully dead
despite being cased in 12 point
Times New Roman garb, who incessantly fed
insatiably maws of production,
(no way to get a supportive talking head)
particularly highlighted
within schema of Capitalism),
a predominant paradigm
stratifying society led
to internal tensions engendered
between bourgeoisie red
dilly controlling means
of production codified as said
as die a critical approach Marx coined
as historical materialism,
where figurative landmines forced one to tread
gingerly, thus above stated philosophy
would supposedly lead down the road
where self destruction wrought marriage
birthing Socialism offspring from shot gun wed
ding, thus coaxing eventual establishment
of classless communist society meant
to establish free association of producers who spent
exchanging merchandise amidst classless
campy population hood pitched a tent.
Hey, I'm in no position, to pre-judge or undermine
What beggars my thoughts, just what do others find
Hey, look out today's windows, pray tell me what you see
Is it the World of forty years ago, I don't think so for me
Hey, where has it all gone wrong, whether your Islam or another
Just maybe Islamist countries, needed the West to discover
Hey, tolerance has probably bitten, just where's our resources
Or even the proportioned profits, is it horses for courses
Hey, with predominant factions growing, having their say
It looks like the West has festered, their modernists display
Hey, especially to this day, have the fundamentalists sight
Have we gone beyond before, and we find nobody is right!
Hey, look where this has lead us, incredible as it sounds
Simply hatred unknown forty years ago, by who's Devils Hand.
The song still reverberates
with a clarion call to everyone
love as its predominant cry
embodies the message of being human.
It’s also what the gospel says
in Christ the Lord, our Model,
who always tells his disciples
love God and one another.
An act of charity or act of love,
shows already what God is all about;
through him we become part of his kingdom.
However, a radical response implies,
especially at the major crossroads
when we don’t get along well
with our companions or friends in our lives.
To love our enemies can be hard
when our vulnerability is hurt
and even tested in a number of times
It’s really a test of faith, a challenge indeed.
St Luke in his gospel says, ‘love your enemies,’
‘pray for those who mistreat you,’
involves a huge amount of renunciation,
emptying and saying , ‘all for the Lord.’
Pride causes everything to get crippled
from within where the heart dictates us
never mind and ‘bury the hatchet now’
because God himself did it himself for us all.
Like those crooked lines deep within us
are lines that depict envy, hatred and anger;
through our efforts and God’s assistance
we can straighten them in a gradual way.
The historical figure of Christ,
our measure in today’s world;
he’s the compendium and source of all
that love we share to everyone.
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