Best Proficient Poems
The old man had always had an unnatural fondness
for the animal but could never seem to bond with human easily,
with the exception of a special, dear grandmother. His mind
wandered back to his childhood, the Christmas eve of 1958 about
a special chore that he was required to do of his parents…….
“Being”
To be or not to be
One two three,
Five more to go…
The eight year old counted the puppies his female Border collie
had given birth to only three days earlier. The words of his parents
echoed in his ears, “We can’t have so many dogs around the house,
we can’t feed them all. You will have to dispose of them,
she is your dog, your responsibility.” The lad wiped the tears from
his eyes, as he prepared reluctantly to smash another head against
a large stone which he had selected. “Smash!” not a whimper.
He had become proficient at this chore.
“Being”
To be or not to be
One two three four,
four more to go.
The remaining puppies snuggled together for warmth in the cold
December breeze. I can’t do this his conscience screamed as his
young mind reasoned, “You have to, mom said, and dad will be home
in the evening. You will get a licking such as you have never gotten before.” “Smash!” not a whimper. The blood trickled down his finger tips.
“Being”
To be or not to be,
One, two, three, four, five,
Three more to go, He looked at the huge stone, “The killing stone” he
thought as he prepared to finish all three of the remaining puppies
in one swift moment if possible. “Smash! Smash! Smash!” It was over
he gave a sigh of relief as he gathered the tiny, still bodies into a small
shoe box that was to be the coffin of burial. He quickly buried the box
with the puppies’ corpses inside. He knew this was one chore on Christmas
eve day that would haunt him for many days perhaps years to come.
In Honor of Carol Brown
And Contest
Categories:
proficient, introspection, christmas, old, christmas,
Form:
Narrative
My eyes have not grown too weak or dim
to ignore what they've long been seeing
pretenders who wear a mask of disguise
like a skier who's not proficient at skiing
Everyone who labels him/herself a 'poet'
thinks he's composed brilliant words, versed
but lacks ability, and some of us know it,
and receives high praise; payback reimbursed
Is it because some seek insincere empty words
to gain a like response as a misbegotten debt?
Could it be they want undeserved admiration
for posting things a serious poet would regret?
And what of time consuming contest entries
that tower in skilled verse above most of the rest,
only to see everyone received a first place finish
when theirs is ignored but clearly one of the best.
IT'S A SLAP IN THE FACE!!!
Let's not overlook when the final results are in
those who give nods to each other as number one
It's obvious they don't always deserve the win.
Doesn't that spoil both the challenge and the fun?
Go ahead and point out that I shouldn't complain
because I stopped entering contests months ago
and seldom post on a site where some would reign.
but I discover things that make me say, "WHOA!"
Not so many fake names appear by a cheating judge
and I thank all of those who plowed that farrow
There are times when we all need a bit of a nudge
to make sure the path we walk is straight and narrow
Now I've learned that the advertisement displays
are prohibiting Connie Wong from enjoying her part
in reading and commenting in her loveliest of ways.
Connie is a talented poet, with a pure, loving heart.
My premium membership is up at the end of May
by now you've gathered that I'll not be renewing
but I'll still occasionally post on any given day.
Thank you for reading what has long been brewing
Comments are welcome if you would like to share
your thoughts, agreeable and even if they're not
We all have opinions; a community should care
about problems...unless you just don't give a squat
and if that's the case, I totally understand that, too
Categories:
proficient, writing,
Form:
Narrative
With each brush s t r o k e I sigh with pride,
for on my canvas, I have nothing to hide-
A silhouette of a man who loves me so,
embracing all possibilities I hold inside.
It’s the contour of life, it’s the f l o w,
I’m an ARTISAN BEAUTY that can’t let go.
I pour all my instincts and paint with passion,
so that each masterpiece speaks of compassion-
Fabricating a perfect picture with zeal,
I lose all my inhibitions and my ration.
I just can’t explain how I internally feel-
Oh, this c o m p l e t e n e s s is so tenderly real.
A graceful outline of my daughter so pure,
or a painting of all the pain I’ve had to endure-
Hues of colors creating a k a l e i d o s c o p e,
shades of a rainbow that brings allure.
I cast all my cares and hold onto my hope,
so that in my anguish I may learn to c o p e.
Infatuated with landscapes and illustrations,
maybe of this God-given miraculous creation-
Scenery of mountains and a s u n s e t in the sky,
brings me such a satisfying sensation.
I feel as if I can s o a r like an eagle and fly,
as I whisper all my anxiety goodbye.
When my hand’s technique knows its part,
I can say I’ve p a i n t e d from the heart,
and with each proficient artwork I originate,
I know that with my pigments I cannot part.
It must be my destiny, my born fate-
I’m an ARTISAN BEAUTY that can create.
Meraki
Silent One
November 30, 2017
Categories:
proficient, art, me,
Form:
Rhyme
WRITTEN WARRIOR POET ROBERT LINDLEY
I'm not complaining
But I am reading
verse by verse words of coarse
Letters combine making words that rhyme
Master penmanship
Honor I find
No ones listening (no one but I)
but there reading your craft
I submise
Meaner are
I'm just not counting
A brilliant, graceful man whose calling is...
Favored by and in God
Been through a lot and
All those haters and pertenders
I am not one of them
I respect the gifted
Mr. R Lindley
Been writin, and rappin and pennin
for sometime
Righteous carried of verses
Righteously divining truths
I respect the gifted
Mr. R Lindley
Been writin, and rappin and pennin
IT'S FROM HIS HEART THOSE WORDS
And i'm not a shame to call him my brother
Shared from God
He ain't protendin
Written Warrior Robert Lindley
writes for you and me
proficient verses in liberties
chosen carrier
author from a long time ago
blessed then and in this present
times written verses past, present, future
such a virture
where do those words come from
God the Father and the son
My brother a CO-creator
voicing words consoles
Penning commentary all endearing
Spirit mind and soul
making sure nothing ignored
I got to read these holy words
some emotional, spiritual, historical
choosen carrier
I respect the gifted
Mr. R Lindley
Been writin, and rappin and pennin
IT'S FROM HIS HEART THOSE WORDS
Shared from God
He ain't protendin
Written Warrior Robert Lindley
Inspired and Dedicated to Poet Robert Lindley
12/11/17
by James Edward Lee Sr.
from anthology "Gods Children Poets, Poems and New Friends Vol 2
Categories:
proficient, adventure, analogy, appreciation, poetry,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Savage alas is the best
When the gods send me
into battle or new test
alone no more its "we"
A man who truly knows
a woman i'm much more
this being the life we chose
as our love not simple lore
fighting styles are legend
our skills being proficient
Here we are both destined
to us none are ever resistant
we share a respect and love
we never deny the other
what we would think of
much closer then any other
will always be there you see
he has my deepest respect
love for him and him for me
forever we two will protect
Categories:
proficient, confidence, courage, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
In life we face many battles...some challenge us in new ways we did not expect. The will is tested, but never defeated. We’re mocked and humiliated, but stay humble. Such is the tiger, efficient and silent.
Leaking gaping wounds
Coughing fur balls to laughter
Beware the tiger
The tiger is the most evolved of all the cats, dare I say of all the land predators.
Proficient on land and in water; in pitch black, twilight or at dusk; in the tropicas or in the tundra...the tiger adapts and dominates its terrain.
Darkness is haunted
Impossible is hunted
Eye of the tiger
Thabang Jan Ngoma
22-07-2015
For Contest Name: HAIBUN
Sponsor: Scott Thirtyseven
Categories:
proficient, tiger,
Form:
Haibun
corruption, discrimination, feelings, judgement, nonsense, poets, spoken word,
ScatterBrain/ Misdeeds! ©
From my scrambled mind brews quagmires of twaddle---
I try to assimilate wisdom with lyrics….
My mouth slags ‘lost’ for proficient words ---
And fall short when none come to note!
But so many vulnerable targets lay in ear shot---
'Truths' indiscriminately slung, do injure when worded….
Only an ‘embarrassment’ is to be my reward if done ….
Endless intakes of ‘mouthed’ disbelief become outtakes---
And are ‘rooted’ for ‘non-favours’ to testimonials given…?
I step back and think ‘thrice’ before I let my ‘wits'....
Blow and pass out ‘slurred’ scatterbrained thought!
Categories:
proficient, corruption, discrimination, feelings, judgement,
Form:
Verse
Prevarication permits pretend perception, presenting
piquantly piqued, pimply pimping playboy, plucky
pulchritudinous previously pusillanimous, prevalently
puckish, psychic packman, pokemon playing proletarian
puppeteer pygmy, peevishly punky, plummy, plumy,
pompously pushy, pampered, prefabricated pinchbeck,
pokily plying plowshear, plodding peregrination, pied
piper pitifully peppy pornographic potato pealing,
parsimonious paradoxical protagonist, proposing
preposterous panicky pacification plots, prioritization
pertinent penultimate peroration, perhaps perceiving
perjuring, perplexing, perverting puzzling pronouncements
projecting pulsating pixelated pulpy pinball pinging
packets prompting pacific, poetic, phlegmatic purplish
psoriasis plagued, plumbum pallor pallid, Paleolithic
protuberance pronounced, psychosomatic prohibitionist,
polarizing perfunctory peculiarly progressive, patriotic
postmodern pathologically proud paternal panache,
peripatetic panaceas portraying prescient perfidious
puerile president, predominantly proposing parochial
principles, plenty public parking, purposefully
promoting pharisee phalanxes, pilates practicing
paragons, perennially peaceably proficient protesters,
profitable polygamy, pugnacious pitbull powerball
players, pandering polyandry, propagating professional
palindrome pensive peeping people, peddling,
proselytizing predicating prostitution, proliferating
phenomenally, populist persona promulgated peyote
phased physicians pioneering prescription promoting
paradisiacal pricey photographic pictures, placating
phrenetic physical perturbation partaking place
purchased (paid paltry pennies) por palatial piazza.
Categories:
proficient, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
We all want a bigger house, a nicer car and more money.
When it rains and is cold, we want it to be to hot and sunny.
We want better jobs, more free time and the perfect life.
We want to be healthier, to be free of worries and strife.
Your boss wants you to work harder and to be more proficient
Banks and investors want your money, thus making you more efficient
Parents want and encourage you to be the best that you can possibly be
Even grandparents want a say, you are after all an extension of them, you see.
A friend needs a confidant, wanting to vent or share
They want you to be there for them, knowing that you care
Children and lovers want and need lots of love and attention
Till you feel stretched in every direction, adding to your tension.
It seems in the world today the word want is blatantly overused
Hearing it too much can leave you feeling anything but enthused
Everyone wanting something from you, whether big or small.
When you want to hear,"What can I offer"... said most of all.
Take a moment and imagine if nobody wanted you for anything at all
No friends, no family, no significant other....no one to call
No laughter, no hugs or kisses, no joy and no love.
Is it not better to be wanted than to never be thought of?
So the next time the word 'want' makes you cringe inside
Try your best to decipher how the word was implied
I for one would rather be 'wanted' as opposed to not
For to know I matter in this world simply means quite a lot!
Categories:
proficient, life, world, time,
Form:
Rhyme
A stilled summer sky saturated and scattered with god song
watches a way fared soldier - whispers to a wary widow.
Creamy clouds canopy the concord of a moment. Minutes become
mercurial - they manifest and meander as the seconds slip by.
Sailboats slice through streams of idle indigo.
A ripple somersaults and softly settles into serenity.
Cooing couples cuddle near clusters of cockscomb.
A lass lightheartedly leaps. A comely colleen crochets -
moment by moment - darning daydreams into days.
Parisians promenade past a proficient painter’s palette.
Social classes collide amidst color and contour and calm.
A smorgasbord of strangers isled and idyllic - spruce a
stippled sanctioned salver, as sanguine seconds smoothly
sweep past the subtle, symphonic swells of the Seine.
Categories:
proficient, inspirational
Form:
Ekphrasis
On Mother's Day.
That Sabbath Day, I put flame to eight candles and knelt down to pray.
I humble myself with fasting to intensify my communication with God who is our all and all.
During that spiritual and very significant time of the morning, I gave our powerful Heavenly Father a call.
So much of the misery of life is in me and I have the weight of my daughter's physical and mental health tormenting my mind.
On that golden day, I was filled with the confidence that God will put someone in our path at the right time.
God is the lamp in my darkness.
God is my consoler during my torment and the booster of calmness.
Previously we were in a meltdown dealing with many healthcare providers with high costs and impassive procedures.
They were unimpressive, obtuse, and unrefined sloths to work at their own leisure.
It was in God's measurement of existence and his most magnificent grace that he sent a radiant helianthus.
It was a transcendental rush.
She entered our home with a wide smile and a sanguine temperament.
She had a stalwart faith in getting things started right away with plans and proficient decisions that she wanted to implement.
Her objective was to provide my daughter with the best comprehensive and viable care plan.
She restored our faith and we became a fan.
She was full of wisdom, yet she was a proponent of sensibility.
She was polished by the grace of God with compassion and empathy.
Like the nature of a helianthus, she would never fold because God is her sun and shield.
In her mien, it is greatly revealed.
When her task is done and it is time for her to say goodbye.
We will miss her, but we will give her a brave smile and sigh.
I will thank our Heavenly Father as I looked to the sky.
If someone would ask, how was she as a provider, we are truly in need, so please tell us.
I will simply say, she is not a weed, but a blessed and beautiful helianthus.
Categories:
proficient, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
time and time again, you search
for reasons why you're in the lurch
both ends burnt to write your best
still, you're always second-guessed
you work to work, invest your soul
scribe poignant phrases that extol
the deepest of your musings, grand
in ways that precious few command
you bring forth imagery that pours
weave brightly-colored metaphors
with meter, crisp and consummate
and rhythm meant to palates, whet
sew rhyme with soft, proficient tone
with sense that reaches to the bone
your hours spent on crafting phrase
of wondrous tomes meant to amaze
so framing substance with each word
and still, it seems you're rarely heard
but maybe, for your words' command
those folks will ne'er quite understand
that each new poem you bring to be
is birthed from places they can't see
and not all words contain the power
to bloom your thoughts into a flower
your words may blossom in the dark
where others fail to view their spark
or in that realm where none but you
can see the wondrous things you do
so, knit your words to move and lift
and share the blessings of your gift
use your diction - spun and swirled
to paint your feelings on the world
strive to stoke those inward fires
lit with phrase that piques desires
if fanned by thirst to live and learn
then rest assured, your verse will ...
BURN.
Categories:
proficient, appreciation, cheer up, encouraging,
Form:
Couplet
Along this highway of my life
Thru times of joy and some of strife
With overpass and underpass
The road keeps winding on
While getting through this rigmarole
May seem an overwhelming goal
I thank the mistress of my soul
Who keeps me grinding on.
Since early on I guess I’ve known
We weren’t meant to walk alone
But finding one to walk with can
Be somewhat of a challenge
They come in such variety
T'would seem an impropriety
To venture to compare them
Like an apple to an orange.
But keep the faith for all songs say
We’ve someone out there each of us
The perfect size the perfect fit
And just the right ambitiousness
They say these things are planned above
By one who is omniscient
So why should such a fool as i
Pretend to be proficient?
I’ll get in bed and say my prayers
And when the last of them are said
I’ll say goodnight and dim the light
Then write it down and go to bed.
Just another Warrenpiece
Categories:
proficient, desire, destiny, introspection, life,
Form:
Rhyme
I see liberal action out marching
In protest against an elected body
Hypocrites who hold no value
hitting a raw nerve highlights
in their own country of choice
Freedom is being turned upside down
judged and brought into law
corruption against the holy script
criminals dressed as victims attack democracy
Directly as proficient liars are exposed daily
tearing down human rights of the just
Unholy morals has no grounds to speak or act
our liberty is of moral choice
We are silenced to accept certain agendas
under good conduct hidden views against truth
revealing a deep upset knowing it carries hurt
A secret pains honesty
in reverse unfolding one dark spot
at the crossroads
The true cards
if they were laid clearly upon the table
Correctly baring
they would instruct the ignorant
into the marrow of the bone
undressing such a source
that remains completely blind
Categories:
proficient, conflict, freedom, hurt, rights,
Form:
Free verse
"Super credence...!"
Coming from the west,
Known by many;very popular and people's figure,
Qualified with soft speech,modified with prominent smile,
Dressed with simplicity,but very focal,
The complexion is matched to brilliance,
Lifted up in air was the nose;catching public attention,
Perfumed with premium lavender diffused from the skin into clothing,
"Preemptively ushered",someone said,
Fashioned with tanned pelt around the bust,...kente from the waist,covering to the knees,
Beads and cowries all over the neck,...as well as ears,arms and feets,
Head covered with scuff,
Carrying a pot of water,
Traditionally attributed to firmness and greatness,
Moulded with superintendent qualities;staunch and wisely modulated,
Possess melodious voice;Seductively enriched,
A marital object for procreation and generational changing,
Talented to dance,subbed to singing,
Colourful in appearance,
Useful creature among equals,
Warrior for true love,...even though life is full of irony,
Taste her food,and come for more,
Culturally valued and highlighted,
"Where does she come from?",
Goddesses over waters applauds her magnificence,
Monumentally, she is the mother of world actors and heroines,
Spreader of democracy and patience;Incomparably agitated,
"Tell me...who's this proficient person?",
That is the legend of years;an indigenous superstar,
Proudly known as,"MAMA AFRICA",
"The jewelry everyone is digging for".
Categories:
proficient, africa,
Form:
Dramatic Verse