Best Proceeding Poems
Deeply dipped in red, the Heart of a Rose
explaining the motive behind this act
Purpose being, to open and expose
knowing not how, the Soul will truly react
Freely flowing from the veins, Loves Passion
petals drip without ceasing, revealing
Reason for proceeding, in this fashion
as the stem begins to lose all feeling
Submerged in the depth of each sensation
moments measured, Unconditionally
While coming to the realization
love motivates through your veins, Completely
Purpose being, to open and then see
The Heart of a Rose, and the Soul of me
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Just a Little Scribble
Featured Poem- 6/14/2020
Many eons passed on Earth, who only saw your face
Untouched your virgin body, floating there in space
Waxing, waning, gibbous, crescent, quarter, full and new
Selene the Greeks would call you; Diana, Caesar knew
Who would brave the ether, who would cross the void
To agitate the tranquil sea you had so long enjoyed
To softly kiss your ravaged face and return to tell the tale
Of Luna's hidden secrets beneath her powdered veil?
Three heroes took the final quest aboard their fiery steed
In Apollo's silver chariot proceeding with godspeed
Three days and nights they voyaged to their opalescent goal
On Earth they watched and worried in the halls of ground control
One held the craft outside the reach of Luna's jealous grip
While Eagle's talons cradled two who risked the final trip
They timidly approached her through the shadowy abyss
Luna waited patiently and received the Eagle's kiss
Nations watched and cheered on Terra's distant shore
As one man finally took a step no one ever took before
In our hearts and in our minds his words will be enshrined
"That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind."
I can't recall the day you left
Empty words going west
~To The West Coast~
My love, my sweet love -- my soulmate
I will cherish our time, with the sun
My love, my friend, my lover
Today we part, on this day June 3rd 15
My love, my sweet love -- my everything
On this day, I will take a long way home
On this day, I will look back and smile
To know it was not a dream
My love, my sweet love -- my true love
With this pen, I write this letter,
My bed now knits a different sweater,
Preparing my linens for darker weather
I want you to know, I'm writing this with a swollen heart
It was never you, it was I who grew apart
Patience kept you warm when I was cold
Every night, I cried, I tried to feed you my dreams
My hollow soul sat like a fool under a heavy cloud
Holding back, the need of proceeding who I was
My love -- please forgive me
I was inconsiderate of us
I would lay without opening the windows of trust
Your smiles I wiped away my faults
However you stayed, you watched,
You meant to kiss and stop the pouring rain
You kept strong, holding my hand,
When everything around my life persisted to perish
You soaked every time I stormed,
I regret when I refused to let you touch the women in me
My love -- it was never you
I was broken before our hearts met
Like a villain and a thief,
You took my diamonds in hopes of seeing them shine again
Your demons found a way into the shadows of my life
Trying to complete what you could not see
You could not feel, still, you believed in me
My dreams, you held me close, loving who I am
My love -- you are the sunrise the sunset
Your limbs kept me up when I would fall
I will miss the touch of light in every stare
Thank you for not looking my way, the day you left
I did not want you to see the mask I used to cover it all
Pretending, I was strong when I was weak
Knowing I had fallen in love with you
Forever yours,
Christian Love frame
The only need for death to every exist
Was to slay the fictional self
And all the embellishments used to support it
Fear not, Love’s little flock
You will not be set to fly
And then be allowed to fall
To be strong in your Love
Is to inherit the power of God
That now lies dormant in your essence
For your possession of absolute truth
Is a point at which your Love and your reality
Both become one in God
Slaying your fictional self, being honorable
Is your first step toward your recovery
Of your conscious immortality
For what is sin but the force and mischief
Used to instill and empower
Your mentally invented lower realities
Withholding forgiveness
Is the ego’s assault against life
Love does not judge
For what is the mercy of Love
But that it repeats it’s lessons of life
Until they are learn by the mind
For Love already knows,
What life is yet to learn
Therefore learn from who you are
And teach your outer self
Love’s absolute truth
Love is your true reality, a constant source
Has no beginning or no end
The unlimited potential, quite essential
My prayer for 2010 is that;
These proceeding sayings
Become obsolete this year
In the face of your Love itself, Smile!
Stay in your Bibles, my little bibles
For Love is your title
Not your mind of idol!!
1-2-10 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
Oops, It was an Accident
I accidentally let one loose
on a blind date with a guy named Bruce.
We went to the movies on that fateful day
happily carrying our snacks on a tray.
We settled down in our comfy seat
all ready to enjoy this special treat.
Things were proceeding oh so well
with popcorn, hot dogs, banana split with caramel,
when suddenly my stomach began to rumble,
and to my dismay, gurgle and grumble.
In fear, I felt the gases build up
like a once dormant volcano about to erupt.
Then helplessly, I had to just let it loose;
oh my gracious, the stench was profuse!
Mortified I wanted to drop to my knee,
but played possum so none would suspect it was me.
People started shouting such gross obscenities,
and hollering out unmentionable profanities.
One voice declared that something had died;
another indignantly wanted the stinker identified.
Someone suggested the skunk should be drowned;
I wanted to flee, but I dared not turn around.
So quietly I sat unknown in the dark cinema,
as poor Bruce wondered aloud if someone had been given an enema.
My heart boomed forth just like a doom-drum,
I prayed no other foul odor would escape my guilty bum.
But like a clan of skunks, it lingered and stunk,
I was so afraid folks would figure out who’d made that funk.
Thankfully I was saved from public disgrace
as ushers armed with spray cans fogged up that whole place.
Gratefully I sighed, relieved that my crime
had not been traced back to me by show time!
07-09-2018
Contest: I Accidentally Let One Loose
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Placement: 1st
Cobwebs of thoughts dangle in forlorn corner
Spun by emotions that surrendered long ago
Still hanging out, anguished, in grip of throes
Engrossed in silence while gazing night skies
Admiring how they once painted astral designs
Brush stroking delight by sheer hint of eyes
Until the silken threads of lives ripped apart,
Each filament eagerly tearing webs of hearts.
Regrets of passion buzzed roiling wistful lives
When placid frontiers encountered stormy tides
Sailing smooth surfs that callously turned wild
On oceans unfamiliar to the benevolent minds
Beckoned by allure of prairies shamrock green
Thinking out there grew a garden of paradise~~
Abundance of blossoms their lives couldn’t have,
Squandering foolishly bond of love they had.
Yet, the darkened nights they traversed all alone
Heard repertoire of enchanting mirthful tone
Wooing love, having crossed thousands of miles,
Reminding them~ you don’t just abandon life,
Trilling tunes of affection in imploring oratory
Teaching humans secrets of romantic allegory
When the dawning on horizon gleams lapis lazuli
And a doting nightingale sings of dawn’s glory.
Promise of hopeful day glimmered their insights
Spurring their spirits to revisit places of delight,
Those they painted once by sheer hint of eyes,
Reassembling the filaments torn apart by time
Proceeding soon mindfully to rebuild their nest
Excited once again to hear chirps of hatchlings
When the dawning on horizon gleams lapis lazuli
And a doting nightingale sings of dawn’s glory.
June 7, 2021
Placed 1st: This or that, vol 3 poetry contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: A nightingale sings of dawn’s glory
The sweet bells hung upon the soft woven air
The streams in recite and the cold plucked tear
From your pure brown eyes, softly as you wept
As the tides draw nigh and then you crept
Into pleasurable my arms, my shy sweet rose
Sobered on my swooning breast and as close
As the purpl'd flowers among slender leaves
Buried upon earths golden rest and then these
Amorous eyelids aglow with night and beams
Would in trembling passion praise your being
As if surrender'd to a magnificent glow
That the celestial stars has lipped below
As tho' embers of God's sacred light proceeding
Had embalm'd your form in sweet holiness
As tho' the love light of Venus warmly kissed
Your divine royalty, your apple plumm'd lips
As a sacred adornment, jewel'd to this world
To silhouette my heart with love's nectar'd beam
That dissolves reality into an enchanted dream
As desires erupt, with love's most flight'd wings
To purge swift this heart that tightly clings
To the sorrowing days of love's defeat
In tears and in anguish obsolete
But with sacred charms, splendored as a rose
Like Zephyr winds of harmony, my lover blows
Love, peace, joy and passion's flame
Yet love became a fire, when you recite my name.
Sweet are the verses in rhymes that are sung
that genius the mind in history does crown
Blank white pages with divinity and splendor
Stoned face, haunting or dark and yet tender.
With celestial visions charmed as they be
Will but lighten our hearts with a spirit free
With the streaming pulse of unwavering joy
With crystal enlightenment, this is our ploy -
That our names would lie in history's book
That eternal we'll be remembered, but look
There's a poet clasped on the mighty wind
Where the perfumed blossoms softly bend
In sweet sighs like deep breaths, to blend
With rippling streams in murmurs and then
There his solitude has sought no fame
Among the throngs of mightiest names
Like Byron, Elizabeth, Keats and Emily
Like Shakespeare, Poe, Blake and Shelly
But in the warm breath of silence he lays
Where no man may gather and praise
Gifted his glimmered thoughts proceeding
With humility's grace and love exuding
From blessed a heart as pure as the springs
Clasped upon God's wondrous wings.
Oh never lose sight of our earthly treasure
That beyond every carnal soothing pleasure
Is that gleaming gift imparted to us all
That in poetry's grace we may stand tall
In fun or in fame or in dream's pursuit
In practice or in shame or in joys mute
That our pleasured words, we may mute not
Thro' life's sorrowing moments and yet but
Thro' the coursing days of history's lines
How sweet the verses when sung in rhymes.
What does poetry mean to you personally? I'm open to heartfelt expressions to the question.
Once upon a time, R.E.D walked down a road of rhymes,
Then took a turn towards the "POET," who was well within his prime.
This POET had been blessed with a natural ability.
His verse had been dispersed with speed and agility.
But, down this road, R.E.D still decided to run,
In a big hurry to find something new under the sun.
His mother should have told him to never cross that street,
Because the end of this road would lead to his defeat.
Suddenly, he saw a great flash of RED light, that forced him to stop,
And recognize the fact that he could never be on top.
This flash of light came like a flame, with the great voice of reason,
Saying DOC would be the champ of this game, each and ev'ry season.
Through his eyes, into his soul, this flash of light did glisten,
As he received a NEW TESTAMENT, that made him want to listen.
R.E.D saw that, for him, the grim future of this battle looked rather bleak,
So, instantly converted, he did not seek another peek.
At that moment, R.E.D had an immediate change of heart,
So, he abandoned his campaign, and sought a brand new start.
His fundamental outlook on battles had just been changed.
He started working "for" DOC, and then he improved his range.
After DOC had blessed his tongue, and then sent him off to preach,
He only battled poets that were clearly within his reach.
About the greatest poet alive, he would often boast,
As R.E.D began to spread DOC's word from "post" to "post."
And he took DOC' directions with no need for debate,
Proceeding to play his part in waking up "THE 'great'."
DOC knew that "THE 'great'" would no longer be "THE VOYER,"
After R.E.D used his words to destroy the "DESTROYER."
He even used the words of DOC to conjure up a fear,
And convinced a little wizard to magically appear.
Therefore, R.E.D had finally passed the ultimate test,
By humbling himself, and submitting to the best.
6/27/17
No longer dreaming
Just proceeding
Without cheating
I am achieving
More than I ever was believing
Every single evening
Now my impressions are leaving
Even more meaning
To other human beings
While I am still breathing
It's time to make this year better
Despite all the weird weather
My dome vexed
I felt my bones flex
Across stone steps
After being shown less
Before pushing past the home stretch
With all chromosomes left
I then took over the throne next
And any other opposition with cloned flesh
Nearby a crows nest
Now ain't that some ****
As they like to say payback's a *****
The light from the sun shines
Amid the pines
Where there was an abandoned mine
For a long time
The only hound stood
But how could
It sound good
All around the hood
When I doubt it would
It didn't matter if it ever would place in a chart
Because it was straight from the heart
Even when the day was dark
Across the bay and park
Beside all the waves and sharks
The flu hit
And the air was too thick
But I put out some even more true ****
Because the shoe fit
And it was the best way to do it
With very few tricks
While talking to some new chicks
A ship that got stopped atop the rocks sank
While there was an ever increasing fog bank
Some continued to give god thanks
While the size of several bogs shrank
I was feeling like I was in quite an odd place
If I never had it, then how could I ever have lost faith?
Vehicles at different rates going zero to sixty
Some of which go beyond one hundred and fifty
During winter smoke coming out the chimney
In the country and city
People walking their dogs and playing in the park with a Frisbee
Carbonation making it all fizzy
Spinning, all about now feeling dizzy
Areas spotless or really filthy
Objects and animals, tall average or mini
In the end the crime scene was grisly
If I could only maneuver about
Or manipulate this stone
Then perhaps, by chance
I'd loosen the grout
This mountain, I would hone
Maybe I could toggle a bit
Molding my world of clay
Evaluate and calculate
Every inch of every day
If luck would have it
I'd be dealt a pleasing hand
If smart enough to grab it
I could answer the game's demands
But experience whispers
Reminders from the past
Struck down by spurs
Unfinished tasks
Just a thought that I've been thinking
An idea I've bounced around
Proceeding ideas that resulted in sinking
Inevitably we all will drown
So I become quiet, calm and still
The evil voices subside
I fall to my knees, before God, I kneel
Surrendering worldly pride
I hear a verse, I've heard before
It lingers and rolls off my tongue
I can do all things through Christ
Once I open the door
I recall the cross where he hung
My charred motivation begins to spark
Before long, my fire, restored
For that moment my vision is razor sharp
It belongs to me once more
I know that there will come a season
Floods of frustration will take my breath again
A chill of doubt will leave me freezing
If I am quite enough, I'll hear God's voice through the wind
Blissfully wondering
here am I serenely imagining
yet not lost in my virtual wandering
mindfully comprehending
my future triumphant standing
as forgiven sinner of mercy’s outpouring
before the Lord, humbling…
On heaven’s golden street, trekking
my feet, anchored upon Christ’s securing
forever to enjoy sublime celestial exploring
eternal abode devoid of sun and moon shining
since Creator’s glory is magnificently lighting
City of God along precious stones brightening
gates surrounded by twelve pearls --- holiness radiating…
Then toward pure river of life witnessing
such water, clear as crystal bursting
and out of Almighty’s throne proceeding
showing me supreme Providence reigning
as praise-filled alleluias He is well-deserving
ceaselessly ring with the redeemed singing
echoing pure devotion --- adoration, reverberating…
Cognizant midst divine musing
against torturous everlasting hell-wandering
my rescued soul, freed from eternal suffering
not anymore lost by Christ’s grace-granting
keeps on thanking Him, exalting*, praising
His name while His countenance beholding
midst faith-brightened eyes, worshipping.
*Isaiah 25:1 O LORD, thou art my God; I will exalt thee, I will praise thy name; for thou hast done wonderful things; thy counsels of old are faithfulness and truth.
December 14, 2021
3rd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 27" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 12/31/2021.
"Has solitude ever led your steps down a forest path . . . "
Quote by Constance La France
On a beautiful afternoon, seeking solitude
I set out on a trek to the nearby woods
Except my camera, intentionally picked up
I hadn’t carried with me any other thing
All along, I saw wildflowers and strange herbs
And paused to take pictures, but kept moving
No doubt, it was a rewarding experience
The lure of the unknown seemed bewitching
From the cluster of flowers on a sprawling tree
The wind wafted a rare exotic smell divine
I heard the twitter of chirping sparrows
And could spot large squirrels with bushy tails
Proceeding further, heard a gurgling sound
It must be a small cataract, I did suppose
My guess was right. It fell off a rock running into a stream
With murmur enough to lull one to sweet sleep
Close to the falls, I went frolicking in mist
Splashes of water vapor, making me pleasantly wet
The whistle of a quail fell in my ears
And the rhythm of the tapping of a woodpecker
Also, the creaking of dry leaves under my feet
Sounds so familiar to any forest trekker
Feeling happy over my progress without a hitch
Listening to the soft cajoling of birds,
And the confused drone of honeybees,
I walked playfully stamping on the dried-up leaves
That moaned painfully under my feet.
Passing fragrant cedar trees and tall growing pines,
I roamed for long enjoying the beauty of the woods
Amid the multitude of trees and the flora and fauna
My spirit felt a deep solitude, I couldn’t explain
Though I longed to explore more into its hidden pockets
I saw the slanting rays of the setting sun
And quickened my way home before darkness invaded
Feeling quite happy and at peace with myself !
Nov.16.2022
~ Placed First~
Writing Challenge “V” forms Poetry Contest
Sponsor. Constance La France
My guardian seraph way up high in heaven’s sky,
you have beautiful ivory wings, who taught you to fly?
I considered you my angel while you were alive and well,
I guess through death angels never whisper goodbye.
Now on a golden mount next to the Lord you dwell.
You were my big sister and raised me from birth,
guiding me in life and edifying my self-worth.
It’s like you knew you’d always watch over me,
even after God decided for you to leave this earth.
Then again, angels were always born to fly free.
You are my messenger above showing me adoration,
leaving signs and symbols of love and veneration.
God entrusted you to take care of me down here,
and yet from up there you still bestow alleviation.
Even though you are miles away I still feel you near.
You offer assertive and genuine protection
in ways that enhance our perpetual connection.
Defending me until my ultimate dying day,
and showering me in cascades of pure affection.
You’ve given me peace in times of disarray.
My sweet guardian seraph who loves me so,
sometimes I wonder, “why did you have to go?”
But now I know that God had a sweet plan for you,
to carry on your angelhood and help me grow,
proceeding to do all the perfect miracles angels do.
So when you hear me calling out to you in peace,
just remember how you made my pain cease.
Thank you for being my angel full of resilience,
and making sure my heart is always at ease.
For you are strong in faith full of radiant brilliance.
New Rhyming Poems on Angels
Emile Pinet
August 13, 2018
Father,
your back is turned,
immersed in work deadlines.
Briefcase journeys take you away,
paper trails proceeding
to lead further
from home.
Father,
this picture hangs,
secured by two magnets:
your hand in mine, showing me life.
Cocooned caterpillar
learns to fly, but
returns.
Father,
I met a man
with hands as strong as yours:
certificate signed, clothes unpacked.
Eyes computer immersed,
his back is turned
from me.
Father,
my name has changed,
though I wanted yours back.
Recessively, your name resides
in genuine smiles though
woes, faithfulness,
and hope.
Father,
your name remains,
untampered by distance,
though fading with stone's weathering.
My son lays down lilacs
and I lay down
my tears.
6-6-2021
Heptastich Poetry Contest N/A
Sponsor: William Kekaula