Best Preeminent Poems
I held the calligraphy brush and
Practiced the movement for hours and hours
Somewhere betwixt art and dance
It was meant to look as effortless as a breath
Simplicity at its core
At first glance you recognize
A tall wispy tree on a little island
Surrounded by a flowing current
That’s when I tell you that my avatar
Is the calligraphy symbol for ‘play’
Not only do I love the fact
That it is crisp black on white
But the symbolism is multi-faceted
Several correlations come to mind
Play and nature are preeminent and dynamic
Unpretentious is the notion of freedom and grace
Creativity’s natural interaction with the universe
Welcome to my avatar its play that I embrace
AP: 3rd place 2020, 3rd place 2021
Submitted on January 20, 2019 for contest WHO IS THE STAR IN YOUR AVATAR sponsored by MARK MASSEY - CONTEST CANCELLED
A lady in a white dress and a yellow hat,
All filled with a fragrance of the preeminent perfume,
When I hold her tight with my bare hand,
She makes me content full of amuse.
She is the best healer and companion for me,
She took me out of my black misery,
When she touches my soft lips gently,
I feel like I don’t need anybody only she in full tranquility.
From the early morning until I close my eyes,
I find you there as you’ve become my only bride.
I will never let you go till I collapse,
With the embers of fire full of passion, I burn you alive.
You have always suffered and smiled in agony,
I tortured you but you gave me comfort,
You were in pain and in distort,
You endured everything and silently kept on burnt.
All my life I thought you were the perfect companion,
You took vengeance on me for burning you alive,
Now I know I didn’t burn you instead you burnt me,
By sucking my youth, putting an end to my misery.
I regret all my courageous effort,
I made you my pride keeping you close to me,
My life is frozen now full of frost,
Even your heat and warmth can’t warm me.
Today I see myself disappearing in a thick cloud of smoke,
I lie on my earthy bed covered with white snow,
I set myself on my own pyre ready to blow,
I didn’t leave you and you didn’t let me go.
ATLAS SCRUBBED
Let’s all sit down and discuss this rationally
Since it is of import internationally
And hysteria will get us nowhere
So let’s get a few facts clear
First of all, from the first of us to the very last, we are quite frankly,
F*cking up
Wait………… before you fly off the candle
Allow me to defend and amend my statement
What I really meant to say was we are all f*cking up this atmosphere expediently
And exponentially
This is an emergency of preeminent planetary proportions
We are inventing diabolical devices that scar the flesh on the pride of Atlas
And hold our grandchildren hostage to a hoard of hedonistic heathens
Who mar the face of even Mars
As if f*cking up the earth forever isn’t near enough
Perhaps I’m not making myself clear enough
We don’t hold our environment dear enough
And flocks of flagrant fools don’t hear enough
As the magma is moaning
And the crust is turning to dust
Because countless millions of mindless men decline to design what they must know
For absolute sure………..
that there is an absolute cure
But men don't listen and will come to rue what must eventually come to pass
Because their all f*cking this f*cking planet straight up the f*cking ass
© 2012…PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~
Rock paper scissors,
Wizards of utopian flavored wizardry, exquisitely triumphs in every gamble beyond these doors,
Flawless tangled reversed reflections, remain forever forbidden to thoughtless mentors,
A cursed emotional seesaw bleeds and wrestles each end hardcore,
Roaring and agitated amassing vacillating backwards tripped out cognition galore,
Attuned intrinsic tutor restoring more miraculous palaces placed within your space and time,
Sublime tribes of chrome plated words alive and congregating, hitting hard the hammer of stamina utilizing backyard grammar,
Autodidact physiques pack preeminent techniques fond of higher states,
Earthquakes from snake riddled concealment shake the anointed with disappointment,
Appointed fools lowering vibrations of stations frequencies,
Advocates underground traveling through lands and over sea's,
Undetected forward vision upwards,
In the presence of cowardly lords using swords of misfeasance,
Eyelids glued open, still unobserving rulers, kings and queens with blinding evil pupils,
Topple till stagnant misplaced silence takes vengeance over souls,
Walking gods of earth observing a hole as the devils henchman transform from the fallen,
Never forget the calling, the called out elect without verbal speech, supernatural telepathic freedom,
Finding Eden beyond quantum universes unlocking Pandora’s Box,
Mundane conscious blocks, angelic psychedelic capabilities,
Infinite possibilities traversing dimensions with three sixty peripheral vision,
Subatomic divisions, galaxies of particles coexist omnipresent yielding disorienting mechanics,
Organic fractals, geometry sacrosanct, divine kinematics pure to awoken viewers,
Future past tense, retrocausality effecting cause of events presents questions,
Spooky beauty interviewing intentions, synchronized oscillating firing patterns,
Exploding fireworks of hierarchically organized neurons, circuits and networks,
Knowledge or Ignorance? Defective decision fostering Berkes, Apple believers the first?
Earthborn mortals thirst!!! For cash, philosophy of money doctrine, man cursed.
Quincy Mac
Date Written:4.5.2016
Which is the greatest conduct of them all,
which one denies terpitude & futility most strenuously,
which exhalts productivity & nobility most vigorously,
is there a single method of action, behavior of best results
that is preeminent & priority above all others, a vangaurd conduct marshalling the rest,
I am the voice of Sympathy,
where there is woe, misery, lamentations abounding like leaves on trees
you'll find me, not as uplifting but reveling,
speaking as Efficiency I confidently state that none is more pivatol
to success or goal, on my balance constructs & destructs are indistinct,
Compassion, the cornerstone of virtue, I am enabler of empathy,
the isolated instructor from within,
the summons of sorrow & vision of victory,
as Education I say essentially,
expansion of intellect shrinks the world & ignites ingenuity
fascillitating personal progress like the breeze pollenates,
the attitude of Art, this is I, violent epiphany,
serene sensations & resolute reflections,
a communicator of a cosmic kind, imagination hammering,
I'm the bell holler,
the quaint choir of warm Exhaltation,
a muse of meditations & mandalas, I build temples from tissues
and citadels where fears nest,
calculator of consequences, a storm of precise pursuit,
I am that which commands, conquers & survives demolition,
Leadership, heart's precinct,
you cannot deny my supremacy,
I am that ravenous stimulation which can kill or invite life,
Copulation is the term, that impetus which fascinates,
Love is my name,
I engender shame, pride & sacrafice,
a mountain whose summit always rises,
I arouse life forces to ever increasing standards,
Warfare, desire's demon,
you all blame me for the wrongs & feverishly recruit me
when your charms fail,
I am fire upon the soft flower of rewards -
J.A.B.
Preeminent is the birth of Christ.
We worship his life and seek his devise…
His dominant presence arises.
Aroused is our spirit.
Our soul is incandescent.
We are obligatory to the glory of God.
Luminescent is the essence of The Holy Scripture.
We sing gloriously.
We pulsate victoriously.
The Gospel is our voice harmonically.
Christ died on Calvary.
Hoisted to achieve amazing deeds, our life is a radiance of Heaven’s lights.
We worship the life of Christ.
Ascendant to prophesy of the world, peace is influential while war destroys.
Famine is metaphorically dumbfounded for the knowledge of God’s apostles.
Walk in rightful luminosity.
Insofar, your life is brilliance perceived.
We shout gloriously.
We pine exultantly.
The Gospel is our harmonic expression.
Christ died for our salvation.
Today we praise Christ, the Son.
Today we praise God, the Father.
One does not supersede the other.
Thru the Holy Spirit, we thump.
Through the Holy Spirit, God sends his Son.
The beat of our heart pounds in prayer as we bow.
Knees bent, by all means, amidst effervescent shimmering.
Croon praise!
Beatify the Lord’s way!
Our reliance is devoted to the Gospel resonated!
In mantra fortifies giving the highest praise to the life of Christ!
Refrain via song augments the Father and the Son.
Thru the Holy Spirit, we thump.
Through the Holy Spirit, God sends his Son.
The beat of our heart pounds in prayer as we bow.
Knees bent, by all means, amidst effervescent shimmering.
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Penned on September 07, 2014!
Preeminent nurse, pet topic in the land
Love supplier that unfolds every loops
In her wand melts ice cold heart at hand
Love will she turn every loathes in a troop
Moves and words confidently she unfolds
Not just the physical or emotions she restores
But the spirit as well carefully she succors
For she’s the nurse every client adores
The procedures she makes ethics she observes
In the OR, ER or CPR she meticulously performs
All the times she share worth the times we lose
For hearten words she’ll nail in your norms
One day - a beauty, a blessing, a boon.
One day - a promise, a prospect, a pledge.
At times a faint hope of the unobtainable,
at times a great vision of what's to come.
One day, I yearn to be among equals once more,
to allow wit, warmth, wisdom and wonder
to again have their time in the light around me -
one day to see them, too, have their day.
One day, I long to finish this hateful accounting,
to forever close this tedious, tiresome tab;
to stop thinking, over and over, of the fateful tally:
one more day down, one more damn day done - each day.
One day - the best benefaction for the besieged.
One day - the preeminent panacea of the plagued.
One can keep going, keep fighting, given that one day;
can change it all, if they can only hold on - to one day.
"Love is the relevance that brings purpose"
"Love makes the purpose of existence preeminent~real~ideal"
"Love makes relevance relevant~appropriate~illogically orderly~ideal"
"Love brings purpose into existence"
"Love renews-magnifies purpose's existence"
"Love is the source of purpose"
Our beloved armed forces
In the US - of - A,
Are resigned in full measure
To the prices they pay.
When they fall, most are given
Due honor and fame,
But a few get NO laurels,
No prestige or acclaim.
They not only pay
The ultimate price,
But honor is silent
For their brave sacrifice.
These choice few contend
With a war unperceived,
With no hills to be taken,
No objectives achieved.
The battles they fight
Are hard to define,
Without demarcation,
With no thin red line.
They do what is asked
With inappreciable thanks,
Despite all the heroes
That make up their ranks.
Their work can be risky,
And quite often dire,
Yet they willingly jump
Straight into the fire.
And when their assignments
Are all said-and-done,
They bring home no glory
Or grandeur, not one.
Not they or their loved ones
Can discuss all they gave,
For the land of the free,
And the home of the brave.
And those that are taken
By Grim's mortal call,
Are thereafter naught ...
But a STAR on the wall.
Yet for them that's enough,
That wall and that star,
For it represents all
That they honor and are.
And if serving their homeland
Means that their life is lost,
Then our freedom and safety,
Is to them, worth the cost.
They answered their country's
Preeminent call,
Now they're stars up in Heaven,
Watching over us all.
At ease
I have acknowledged your ambiance for quite some interval,
Going thru the ups and dejected of courtship with you.
But something that has dire you,
Just wretched my soul,
And now my coziness with you has been meddled.
I know I’m not a flawless soul,
Or even calm to get along with;
But I attempt my preeminent to make you pleased.
My heart pains like someone just treaded on it,
And didn’t caution about how I may feel afterwards.
I love you very profoundly,
And know that there nothing on this God green earth I wouldn’t do for you ‘
But I am confounded by your actions of the propaganda.
I hope in your core you dearly attempt to fix this agony of mine,
Or this stronghold of love we have,
May tumble.
I do love and care for you ;
But I am not at ease.
What's your Flavor?
Flavors of life differ
The good life doesn’t come without choices
To some, life is vanilla
No ups or downs… just smooth sailing
If you take your chocolate with a smidgen of mint,
You’re ready for scintillating surprises, no matter what
Lots of choices out there…
If you really want to relish the lifecycles--
To test your boundaries, mix those flavors up
A mango sparkle, spicy strawberry, luscious lemon
Get a tornado---feet may never touch the ground
Is there a best flavor?
That’s the beauty of a bountiful life…
What tastes savory to you and what penetrates my palate may differ--
That’s kosher… no one said we all had to spice our lives the same….
Whatever tang aligns your authentic inside with your outside…
That’s the preeminent, paramount flavor for your existence!
While a sovereign prince
I visited a sovereign state
Whose name shall remain
For the time being a secret
I hoped to find a sovereign cure
For a malady that had afflicted
My paramount sovereign ruler
And hampered his dutiful reign
Need I remind you that I, myself,
Was a royal blooded offspring
Of a sovereign lord? Or that I
Was on a royal mission abroad?
Nonetheless, and that notwithstanding
I traveled abroad on this secret mission
To find this most rare sovereign remedy
Of an even rarer sovereign contempt
The doctor (or to be frank witchdoctor)
Whose sovereign virtue was sovereignty
Had been accorded a rare sovereign right
To explore these rare sovereign remedies
His sovereign- whom he called president-
Was not as preeminent as my sovereign
As you will in due course come to learn
He was of a much lesser breed, I guess
But his people- also of a lesser breed,
Had given him what he called a mandate
Not sovereign power like my monarch
But he was very proud of that mandate
If he had been a Czar, or Emperor or King
I might have reciprocated with a noble bow,
But that is reserved for an indisputable chief
Or heads of powers like the United States
This one had the supreme remedy that I needed
That my sovereign had ordered me to procure
So I bowed quickly, a shorter version, anyway
And then rose again to my full padded height
Upon which I was handed several magic portions
Several thousand carats of gold, diamond, rubies
Several thousand acres of land for my experiments
And several virgins to cure my sovereign’s ailments!
To Be Seen of Others
Written: by Tom Wright
January 2015
If we’re only doing things
For a pat on the back,
Then likely, that becomes,
Our earthly reward;
While being seen by others
Might garner us a plaque,
Matters done in secret,
In Paradise, are stored.
Some of life’s preeminent moments
Have been the outcome of things done covertly
Tom
My preeminent life test
Cometh not by voice to air,
Nor composition be;
But my lifetime overlaying
The image of Jesus Christ;
The transporter of my sin
To Calvary's tree;