Best Principled Poems
There is much to be loved and appreciated about the United States Constitution, and
Heaven, I believe, breathed upon the founding fathers in their pursuit of good government.
England was ruled by kings and state bishops but never were there to be such in New England.
Christianity was indeed the driving force behind the nation, but no religion was to be mandated.
One of the things I appreciate most about the constitution is its God-Awareness and wisdom.
Nothing in history had provided the new nation with the idea of a government of, for, and by the people.
Sudden and swift suicide seemed certain a decade prior, except to those men willing to die for their cause.
Thirteen states united and saw themselves as, "We the people in order to form a more perfect union".
Independence had been fought for and obtained, and now it was time to establish a secure government.
Their time had come to be a beacon, a city on a hill, and it was time for good principled laws among men.
Unity was paramount, but it also required an agreement to disagree when a total agreement was not possible.
Tolerance among countrymen of like purposes was far superior to the intolerance and tyranny of Britain.
It was now time to put into practice, to implement, to execute and practice their plan before all the world.
Optimum care has been implemented, making this document the envy of the world.
Navigating and activating this sacred document need never be a constitutional crisis.
07022019PoSoupContest, Another Eight Word Challenge, Kai Michael Neumann. Chosen word: Constitution
Of this, I've always wanted to write
How hard it is to grow up white
The very idea makes people uptight
Enough to cause a gigantic fight...
In this, the age of the diverse
There isn't much that could be worse
White skin's a plague, a veritable curse
It almost seems to be perverse...
So I've put this off as long as I can
Knowing the flames that it would fan
And how it would be roundly panned
If not utterly and completely banned...
Yet now's the time for a principled stand
This is the moment; here is my plan:
I stroll every day 'neath the sun in the sand
~ To turn my stubbornly white skin tan
September 05, 2019
Write the Poem You Have Always Wanted To Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow I lost my w a y -
Forgetting all the heartache and sorrow I found a way to s a y ...
MY passion is within my journal-
I starve for each new verse-
My parchments dependency eternal-
My pen has become my thirst-
Belonging to something brings healing inside troubled m o m e n t s -
Longing for redemption eases my feeling of my forgotten a t o n e m e n t.
My MUSE flows freely-
As I softy write a stanza-
I can write a sweet story-
Of a passionate extravaganza-
I desire keen senses ON midnight's twilight i m a g i n a t i o n -
My fire keeps burning with each delight of a poet’s a n t i c i p a t i o n.
THE meter can be quite difficult-
Blank verse fills my void-
Impassiveness can be principled-
My compositions never destroyed-
I sing a symphony of lyrics that reveal my intimate e x p r e s s i o n s -
I bring epiphany into my rhymes that appeal to my d i g r e s s i o n s.
Alliteration in versification-
My quill has been seduced-
Intense devouring revelations-
My poetry…a muse on the LOOSE.
Couplets with internal rhyme
followed by A-B-A-B rhyme
Originally for Muse on the Loose Contest
Judged September 12, 2016
Written: September 6, 2016
He lived a simple life
He was a simple man
He never had a wife
He had a different plan
He wore the priestly collar
He lived a life of service
You never heard him holler
Nothing made him nervous
Several pulpits did he refuse
Summoned by a worldly muse
Radical students would he infuse
With old-fashioned values and views
At an East-coast college he did teach
Engaging students with humble manner
Principled, rational; he never preached
Didn't wave religion on a banner
I took his course; so glad I did
He personified what was kind and good
Though I was steeped in sin, God forbid
He treated me as a father would
Invited me into his home
Holy books crammed into every nook
We talked and dreamed, together roamed
Beyond dry lessons and textbooks
I'll never forget this gentle saint
As long as I do live
With humanity did he (me) acquaint
Taught me from my heart to give
July 16, 2019
Favorite Poem in Rhyme from July, 2019 Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Her hair would fan out in the wind
She would laugh, running her fingers through it
Her eyes would sparkle seeing a friend
With all my buddies, she was a big hit.
But it was her heart that captured me
She was sweet and good, tried and true
Principled, she valued the finer things in life
She said, “I’ll gladly share my life with you!”
For thirty-five years she was my soulmate
Never being selfish, uncaring, or unkind
From our first exciting adventure together
She always had our well-being in mind.
She was special in the best kinds of ways
Our lives moved along smoothly together,
She worked hard to make our marriage great
I’ll love my Deborah for ever and ever.
Written April 2, 2022
[Read on BlogTalkRadio/Late Night Poets
by the poet on April 18, 2022]
Gentleman
thoughtful honest
funny encouraging decent
sensible practical plausible durable
unequivocal noble polemic
principled studious
Champion
Delightful Diamante Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
01/15/23
Today, the local daily papers highlighted a man of honour...
Deserving of his honorific title Datuk bestowed on men of honour...
Given his loud and strident calls for those holding the reins of power....
To better buck up in all matters of governance, to honour pledges while in power..
From relative obscurity, this quiet man has been religiously executing his duties...
As a number 2 man in the high office called the Special Branch, overseeing matters of security...
Given that his beloved nation now staggers under a yoke of suspicion and bad governance....
He is steadfast in his intergrity pledge of topmost quality service to the king and nation...
Loud is his urgings for civil servants to uphold pledges of intergrity and loyalty...
It is obvious his strong conviction is born out of a man of the highest principles...
Befitting the post of the Special Branch deputy director....
Today's interview in The Star provides an insight into his character...
Clearly it shows he is not easily cowed under political pressure..
And most admirably, not seduced by subtle promises from political masters...
Headlined as From Special Branch top cop to enemy of the state...
His candour in this news piece is credit to his character...
He knows where his loyalty lies and he is highly principled...
Admitting that he deliberated well and hard before he launched....
Some very personal and opinionated statements that jeopordised his career.....
When in fact he has merely 1000days more to see the tail end of his career...
What a ignominous exit for the country's top cop because of his stand on integrity...
How many other officers in the goverment dares stand up to uphold such integrity....
This dedicated man daringly calls each spade by its name and no other names will do...
Even as in this complex society we live in, a wrong can be whitewashed with blinded loyalty...
If only there are more politicians and statesman of this datuk's quality...
Our country will not be suffering from escalating racial prejudice...
Or economic ills that is plaguing our posperity and currency...
Are there more men of integrity and high principles..
Are there more such men to help steer this troubled country...?
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
Can't help but to recall this famous quote from Sir Walter Scott...
When one reads the latest revelations on the financial scandal that is 1MDB...
Touted as a sovereign fund to help the economy of the Malaysian Nation...
What has been revealed so far is a tangled web of deception for the nation...
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
At the onset of of the saga of 1MDB, it was a sovereign fund entity....
It sourced for billions and billions in cash money for seed capital initially....
Taking out monstrous loans using guarantees from the government...
No red flags were raised, despite reservations from the management...
When the numero uno signatory is the Finance Minister himself...
And it being so he is also the Prime Minister, who is to question...
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
The wheels of international justice are turning, investigations are revealing..
Convoluted money trails of obscenely huge amounts to the tune of billions..
From Singapore to Switzerland to Luxemburg to Australia to the United States..
And a couple of other countries with highly principled banking standards...
Are seeking to unravel the this global money scandal with the highest stakes..
Wall Street Journal expose is churning out scandalous information of the investigations..
While in the home country of Malaysia, political warlords brush off all revelations..
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
A single plea of innocence was well propped up with tales of donation...
As gifted from individual or individuals, ultimately from a dead Arabian King..
Stalwart political warlords were nevertheless resolute in defending...
As a much tainted political leader wisely maintains a eloquent silence...
Even as political foes and the knowing public cry out their frustrations...
Horrified and anxious over the repercussions from this 1MDB financial cancer..
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
http://malaysiansmustknowthetruth.blogspot.my/2016/05/1mdb-buck-passes-on-to-malaysian.html
http://malaysiansmustknowthetruth.blogspot.my/2016/05/leaks-show-how-bank-used-by-1mdb-jho.html
http://malaysiansmustknowthetruth.blogspot.my/2016/05/1mdb-wonderland-saga.html
I wish that I could see the scales
that measure each centuries worth
and determine just what it takes
to cause their rise and fall.
Is it wasted lives versus those fulfilled?
Is is senseless bloodshed opposed to those that survived?
Is it the level of justice that prevailed in a hundred years?
Can one or two persons of zealous charity balance the rest of us?
Does the blood of principled martyrs count for much in the mix?
I look at America's last century and wonder of it's relative worth.
~Senator Foghorn~ (Diamante)
Statesman
honest, visionary
working, serving, caring
principled, dutiful, pragmatic, bureaucratic
wheeling, dealing, conniving
wonkish, corrupt
Politician
A thankful heart a meadow is where there is always room
for each beautiful kind friendship to perfectly bloom
A thankful heart a house is a principled and unlocked
castle where God's wisdom strengthens man with mighty
power
A thankful heart a church is a basement so pure and white
where angels of his presence maintain calm watch by day or
night
Grant then dear father mother God whatever else be fall
this thankful heart that loves and blesses all
An instrument of beauty,
poetry is art at its best
with its verses of passion
penned with love
in assorted and variegated
metrical composition
with sublime and
aesthetically satisfying flow.
It is a creative exposition
that unfolds and enlightens
with enchanting constructs
the demonstrative and
effusive characterization
of language by utilizing,
promoting and bestowing
the nature and power of words.
Proclaiming ideas and ideals
of principled excellence
with creations anew
and history of old,
poetry exhibits an appetite
for knowledge and wisdom
and a profound propensity
for purposeful revelation
with an insatiable desire
for intimation and meaning
displayed with heartfelt emotion.
With its aspiration to show case
in magnificent scribal splendor,
poetry entices and compels
the artist and consumer
to explore and transcend
imagination and intrigue,
and solicit introspection
with unfathomable penetrating thought
that is calmed by grace and elegance.
Philosophical and spiritual,
entertaining and healing,
poetry commands laughter and tears
or sorrow and joy,
Its clamorous and powerful
phonologically expressive morphemes
can awaken and stir passion and romance
or summon logic and reason.
Poetry,
resplendent in wisdom,
captures love,
inspires hope,
provoke curiosity,
resonates drama,
evokes mystery,
uplifts spirits
and expresses grief.
So magnificent,
so powerful,
so wondrous
is the nature and
the majesty of poetry.
Here's to the weirdos; here's to the wild;
Here's to the loners, the whimsical, the mild;
Here's to risking taboo land mines;
Here's to the principled, in troubled times.
Man Of My Own
( part 3 )
My son, your wedding approaches now so fast
we proudly share in your love and coming joys.
Please, be kind to her always and make it last
and gift us several little girls and boys!
Never forget your dear father's sage advice,
hold on to our family's principled views.
Never sacrifice honor at any price,
eternally give her the love she is due!
As life brings its trials and great tribulations,
look to heaven when in dark desperate straits.
There gifted to us are true celebrations,
often with the shields that ward off evil fates.
As my dearest son, you have now made me proud,
with family you are now about to start.
In life celebrate and sing out to her loud,
soon you will be joined with another dear heart!
**** **** ****
Father, how much I miss you words can't say,
since your death life has never been the same.
First it was difficult and skies seemed grey,
I should have been with you, not seeking fame.
Beautiful memories of times gone by,
sadden me as you are not by my side.
Each photograph I look at makes me cry,
fills me with guilt for every time I lied.
When I have a problem I look for you,
but then realize you're not here to talk.
Your words of wisdom will always be true,
that made me strong since the day I could walk.
Father your legacy lives on with me,
despite my destiny not being known,
I will continue our family tree,
your love has made me a man of my own.
Robert J. Lindley & SilentOne (collaboration)
2-27-2016
Note: This is third and last poem in the three part series.
that I have been blessed to work on with very talented friend
SilentOne. His answers to my(a father's) loving advice to a son
living far away are simply awesome IMHO!
Has been my honor to compose with such a gentleman and fantastic talent..
Veteran's Day
Tattered uniforms washed with borax and sunrays
still house the bulging proud chests of older youth
Who uncompromisingly gave away their modeled freedom
For un-apathetic ideals buried deep within the gabardine
Many found unknown treasures beneath their teenage joints
Some gave all and the deep rest welcomed them sweetly
With calloused arms that slowly softly laid them to honor
Many tears made a stream to heaven’s well and soul Lover
From a mystic distance He too opened His compassionate arms
As a divided earth tautly offered up her commended spirits
There are virgin rooms in His pure inn for principled patriots
They prepaid in advance with pierced pounds of flesh and blood
“Home, home; welcome to your true home” my master said.
“Don’t rob my heart of untested epiphanies,” my Lover cried
The silence of war has spoken loudly through rising spirits
Taps throws her nocturnal blanket over the faithful servants
Those beneath our soles know only peace and freedom
Never alone in birth, battle, bruises and brokenness
A family of integritites woven together in un-brokenness
Far above the man made divisions of cloaked legalites
Cold humanity sitting on the cuff of a slow moving rotator