Best Progress To Poems
WALKING NEAR THE WATERS
Under the warm golden hug of sunrise’s bliss
shielded by rugged ridges and flagging trees
emerged a peaceful scene.
Through the clear, somber, sleeping, water
sunlight revealed shadows spelling odes beneath;
odes unfolded by rising ripples in cerulean gleam,
touched by nothing but the gliding breeze which
seizes silt and shingles causing baby currents lift.
Sparkling like priced pearls in the still noon,
their waves, a calm heart’s pulse, speak.
I linger, tranquil, afloat in the ageless ocean’s
lea, sitting on a dry old rock-sheltered bank,
drinking the healing power from the scene.
Time is suspend; I see the lake like a child,
the ridges and trees, His grand legions line.
The shadows stretch, His noble progress to a life
unfurled during years of swarming battles.
But, He has a wealth of hope and stood amidst
the sudden ripples; unmoved by fear, for He
can hold the shifts. He who’s polished tough
and wise has championed in a sunken time.
He matured. He populated good influence
calling others to imitate his stance. He promised
life without fear cherished with gratitude, and
his shared touch was not dulled by passing years.
His memory endured, so many remember Him.
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~Inspired by the painting: Lake by Georgia Engelhard ~
***For the painting, Debbi Guzzi's Ten Paintings, Ten Poems, Not for a Contest, thanks for the wonderful experience.
__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
9:17am, January 14, 2015
Categories:
progress to, inspirational, jesus, life, spiritual,
Form:
Narrative
Did not our summer fly by fast?
Eventually, we knew she'd go,
Forgetting to remake her blooms;
Green grasses dried to ashen glow.
How happy was the month of May,
Inviting hopes for summer fun.
Just in a blink her days went by
Kidnapped by June's much closer sun.
Left to the magic of June's spell,
More beautiful the season grew.
No other time of year compares...
Oasis of our year, so true.
Pastels of flowers, velvet greens
Quick to mature through July days;
Refining fullness, but alas,
Surrendering to August's phase.
Then soon, her days too quickly flew
Unveiling thoughts of autumn's glow
Vowed to progress to winter's gray.
Where did our short-lived summer go?
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Alphabet Soup
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Judged: 09/16/2016
Rules: 1 rhyming poem with a minimum of 16 lines and a max of 20 lines. Whatever letter that your first line starts with, the next line must start with the following letter of the alphabet, and continue in that pattern to the end of the poem.
Categories:
progress to, farewell, summer,
Form:
Rhyme
Nonviolent Communication is a powerful approach with a gentle voice
To communicate with empathy, understanding, a compassionate choice
It is a framework for expressing ourselves honestly
While actively listening to the needs of others openly
It encourages us to recognize our shared humanity
Our innate capacity for compassion even towards insanity
It focuses on understanding feelings, needs, and requests
Rather than blaming or judging the other when they are not at their best
Start by describing how you feel
Letting each other speak will help you heal
Identify your emotions related to what you see and say
Recognize the underlying needs or values driving your energy or the other away
Clearly express what you’d like from others
It doesn't mean that your needs will be met
but it gives them a chance to rise from under cover
When the other speaks, let your listening take hold
Be aware of your reactive mind, that wants to butt in and scold
It is a working progress to communicate this way
Without the violence, anger, and hate that pushes us away
It takes one match to burn a thousand trees
Don't be the one to strike it when you are both down on your knees
Non violent communication is a listening approach
In a mostly verbal world it can be the best coach
So the next time you find yourself in a verbal battle
Try and remember nonviolent communication and be free from a lot of the hassle.
Categories:
progress to, anger, community, emotions, relationship,
Form:
Rhyme
Uncertainty hangs up above my head
Bringing me to blink faster
To bite my lower lip
And to sigh heavily
Pray, the unknown remains a mystery
It can be pleasant
As it can weigh heavily
The unknown, tomorrow, and what it can bring
Is what I fear!
Why, all that we plan in life
The way we have pictured ourselves
The structures we have built for ourselves
Can crumble at any moment
And can bring us to a state of doom
Unable to stand by ourselves
Unable to be of significance to the world!
Our lives and the way they turn out
Depend not on our will
If such would be so
Why, we would be deemed as being Gods and Goddesses
Having the ability to shape and control existence!
The uncertainty of life, remains my fear
The fact that I am powerless when faced with it
Makes me anxious about it
Why, faith remains the rope to grope on to
When life bares its teeth at us
And shows us her harsh side
Still, life and its unpredictable nature
Often makes me want to renounce of it!
Why, living itself is an act of bravery
Armed with love for life
And for the power that governs it
Allows us to live it while using it
To progress to the state of perfection
Even if one step at a time!
Uncertainty hangs up above my head
And I, pretending to be bold,
Choose to stand up, face it and live
According to it!
Categories:
progress to, life, lost,
Form:
Free verse
We are a living target where everything is supposed to go wrong
We are suppose to be dumb make mistakes buy things for just today or get locked up or die for our struggles or adversity
We weren't suppose to be where we are today running the country or even sports but you see we can make it
All it takes is patience and progress to makes success don’t live for retaliation and be laid out or locked up for a decision you make
Live against the odds and keep your head up because you made it today
It's not a race to compete it’s a model to show that you can grow from agony. Got to keep your head up in tough times and see that after the rain the sunshine’s
Don't give up cause our loss is the news gain we got to win over our situations to see through the pain and take charge on being brave.
Let’s win others over and show we are so misunderstood regardless of if we came from nothing look at how we changed it for the good
Stay up don’t look down because that confidence will help those struggling turn around. Stay up and strong so others can see how you handled adversity. Stay strong!
Categories:
progress to, dog, men, spoken word,
Form:
ABC
Have you ever felt the sun's glow bask over your skin
And felt so soothed
So totally content
And exalted
That you only want to stretch out
Whether on the green grassy lands
Or on the cold sands
And drink of this glow
Drink as much as you can
As the thirsty do, after a long walk
In an empty desert?
Have you ever walked around town
And felt so enlightened
For surrounding you are places of worship
Meant not for one religion solely
But, being so diverse, yet, at the same time
So peaceful and so tolerant of each other
So much that walking through the streets
And merely glancing at it all
Your faith in the higher powers
Would simply flare up!
Have you ever wanted to sit, in total solitude
And admire the ocean
Whether it remains as calm as the blue skies
Or whether it rages as if it were pandemonium
Whichever, it matters not
For in the end, you only want to let such a sight
Drown in your gaze
And feel wings grow on your heart
To set you soaring up in emotional
Intakes of heavy breaths
Filled with the ecstasy of being!
Why, have you ever wanted to feel warm in winter
To complain of the heat all year round
And to enjoy the sight of a tropical paradise
One filled with a green flora
And a diverse fauna
And a multicolored nation
One bent on protecting its legacy
Yet, at the same time
One prone to progress to tomorrow!
Pray, if you do dream of such
Then, come
Come to the exotic tiny piece of land
That is Mauritius!
Categories:
progress to, beach, beauty, sun, sunset,
Form:
Free verse
A spirit who had the sense
to want a human experience.
So, growing through earth days
she walks a thin line always
between heaven and hell
and oh my, she's survived very well !!
Survived and continues to grow,
an artist blessed, always curious to know
this earth's history and mystery, philosophies
never to shut down in a freeze
of close-minded ways.
She is a teacher and student all her days.
A woman of passion and serenity
living with purpose in sobriety.
Carrying a recovery message to all
graced to help others not to fall
into dark addictions so fear-driven
but to give Hope like she was given.
Faith in myself this She that I am,
a work in progress to the very end.
~~~~~ ..... Who Is Sue?
~~~~ Theme for A Rambling Poet's contest
Categories:
progress to, introspection
Form:
Couplet
borders drawn and refused entry
my thoughts limit themselves to their flawed counterparts
seeking answers from those who never question authority
hiding behind those who know the truth that they were merely told
wishing to be held one last time closely by someone they thought they loved
ink spills onto parchment and produces an image of long forgotten angst
smiles of hollow-headed individuals who speak in groups that never translate
portions of a broken mirror still reflect what we have yet to see
bloody fingers fumble through the mess that is organized at our ends
alliances with enemies to progress to a place that we find surreal
holding our hands out for payment and receiving just advice on how to live
smelling the acid that pours from our lips and poisons our process
holding our flag high while reciting an anthem to those below
promising that we are equal while explaining our differences
the blind will hear and the deaf will see
motors make noise and move the people forward
while all they wish to do is look back upon what they left behind
pay no attention to those who hate what you create for they do not understand original thoughts
hate has been around much too long and we must advance towards a better life
the stanzas end with a response that you never thought could be comprehended
broken down to your knees, you stand in the ruins of your collapsed dream
you smile at the skies with clouds that promise to bring relief in due time
though nothing can come close to the pain that you felt when you realized she was gone
take a star from the expanse and cast it behind your shoulder
follow the sun and lead yourself by the moon
smile no more and frown no less
we will all be together eventually
pieces of us will be reflected in broken mirrors
but we will be together
again
Categories:
progress to, best friend, conflict, death
Form:
Free verse
Culture Of Death
Today I extend an olive branch of love from above
In direct relation to the sun have a bit of sun
We have sewn ill but faded rhymes to society's charm
Now let's sound the alarm to bring our people back
Working today can give anybody an instant heart attack
You seek for abortion on demand when will you understand
Just head to Canada if you don't like your home the USA
Now is a good enough time to bow your head to pray
Make no mistake some may call it fate
A pilgrims progress to reach the village queen
As you sit right back in your imaginative world of mean
When will you ever understand we must obey the masters plan
Shattered glass with blood in our streets from the riots you demand
You mix blood, sweat and tears from the images in your hand
Sullen torment having tombstones for eyes that bleed
You need to really give peace a chance as you scream & dance
Shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning blow
You send your children to school in war zones from below
Set your hearts a new having bitten off more then you could chew
You neglect to salute the American flag how so very sad
Blackened heart having long hanging teeth with viscious fangs
As you watch The View with Whoopie & Joy lest I implore
Repent then come back to your first love this thought is for you
Categories:
progress to, abortion, analogy, baby, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
Surrounded by broken utopias I stand,
On a brave new world, in a brave new land.
Our Ford he was the man,
Who showed us the way we can:
Forget history, forget biology, forget morality,
Progress, progress, progress to our reality,
Produce, produce and consume,
Produce, produce, produce and resume!
Born to be satisfied with my lot in life,
Born to work and cause no strife,
Delta classed and not Alpha,
My caste pre-set by the Director.
I heard this strange word – conservation,
Something about environmental preservation.
Now why would we do that?
Everything I know is grown from the vat!
Recycling might be handy if it cuts costs
And increases profits without imposts,
But if we exhaust this world,
We move on in the universe uncurled.
Alone you say? I was formed in a batch,
Lots of little siblings helped me hatch.
I with them and them with me,
There is no need for friendship and family.
2017
Categories:
progress to, science fiction, society,
Form:
Rhyme
Computers are our latest technology,
There flies names such as Dell, Mac, and the 'soon to be's',
Learning each link leads to a page,
Learning each button could lead you astray.
As a computer holds more than thoughts as our head,
As the times moving forward there's Ipads and laptops instead of lead.
No longer is it a must to use paper and pencil,
Just click the button as the light turns red like a bull.
A background pops up so blue as teh sky,
Get a helper if not accustomed to the way Americans' fly.
Fly right into the program labeled start,
Picking each letter;each word apart.
Making files and softwares to pull money in,
Making internet and motums for companies to progress;to win.
The machine has a mind of its' own,
But the witholder can control all seen;all shown.
So grab a mouse or use the tip of your finger,
A click away you are from viewing the latests singer.
Clicking each question straight into the latest search engine,
If there's any junk, in the right corners a bin.
Saving memories of photos deep down in each chip,
No more type writers where the paper you flip.
The years add on each 365th day,
Guding each person a step into play.
Communicating through white pages of writing,
Typing in 2 dimension with no space to sing,
To sing a tune of teh pitch of each word,
Although a computer can't tell you the feeling needing to be heard.
Categories:
progress to, computer-internet, computer,
Form:
Blank verse
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 34
If only the tired masses had time to think
If only they knew leaders were prisoners too
Would not security forces with us link
The rocks some throw will into proper heads sink
Even leaders will no longer be taboo
If only the tired masses had time to think
The real Enemy makes money to clink
In the ears of leaders who’ll join their ranks too
Would not then security forces with us link
Though this less-than-one-per-cent makes the World drink
Dance drunk much material progress to woo
If only the tired masses had time to think
Masses choose leaders who need moneyed-class wink
These mafia-made leaders dupe masses even more
If only security forces would with us link
In the end little use if masses could think
What leaders want more of is the vote or two
If only the tired masses had time to think
Would not security forces with us link
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Categories:
progress to, freedom, leadership, money, people,
Form:
Villanelle
We are capable of so much more, is it not time for us to soar? New times ahead, we must look up high, and question ‘is our limit the sky?’
To stare at a glistening shimmer, refracting light like a mirror to turn our perceptions inner, and stop things getting dimmer. Look past the face to find a whole new space, beyond vanity, shame or disgrace, a cosmic reflection of all that you are, the truth we are made by dust from stars.
Not random and meaningless or without purpose, a frantic free-for-all, some chaotic circus, but serene and holy, divine and sacred, something special with intent un-wasted. As we progress to see a new dawn of time, self-loathing should become a crime, bowing a sin and judgement a taboo, if I had my way it’d be mandatory Kung Fu!
We are better than this, and that’s a fact, let’s let bygones be bygones and drop the act. We must evolve as nature intended, mayhaps we can become ascended? Onward with confidence we reach the heights of the spirit, to look back and see when we loved, that we meant it.
I think it’s time to put on a show, show how far humanity can go, back to the source we’ll never know, unless we decide it’s time to grow.
© Copyright Ash Grimshaw 2013. All Rights Reserved.
Categories:
progress to, change, courage, growing up,
Form:
Free verse
May sunshine and scattered showers
Countdown days and sleepless hours
Village maidens creep from their bowers
Meet amongst the meadow flowers
In a circle they skip and dance
Whilst chanting their love one's name
Enticing as moths to a flame
Each to another and all the same
Jethro, Saul, Piers and Lance.
As storm clouds darkened the blue sky
Each maiden emitted a sigh
Happily with vocals on high
hurried home, to wait bye and bye
Fair Suzette wished to be Piers wife
He waited for the day's sunset
to spread it's golden riverlet
For Piers was in love with Suzette
Dame Fortune had smiled on his life
Piers was due an inheritance
Came by way of a recompense
Family feuds were once intense
Thankfully all now make good sense
The moon lightened his way ahead
He walked then rested for awhile
Reading her note he did smile
Then hurried on over the style
Spurred on by love he quickly tread
Bleating sheep barring his way along
Moved aside as he sang love song
Twas her his heart did belong
He hoped her heart was just as strong
Thoughts of meeting made his heart thud
To rendevous she had agreed
The marshy fen and the tall green reed
Bogged down his progress to impede
He soldiered on caked in the mud
As overhead storm clouds passed
Sinking, helpless, he stared aghast
ankles, then knees he was stuck fast
Frantic, his eyes about him cast
Wind caught words blown far away
Then came a glowing lantern flame
Wending a pathway to her swain
For her his fear he overcame
He lowered his head and then did pray
He heard wild ponies stampeding
Then towards Piers they then did swing
He searched his pockets for some string
Lassoing one did upwards spring
Oh joy he thought my lucky day.
He gained control with frantic haste
Then across the fen he did race
To lift Suzette to his embrace.
They married and named their child May
Categories:
progress to, emotions, feelings, love,
Form:
Rhyme
The snow doth fall upon my face
with cool spots of icy water that soon melt from the heat of 98 point 6
The snow fills my bird bath 'til it piles up and creates a dome no bird will negotiate
The river, behind my house flows slower as snow and freezing temperatures begin to solidify the water
And there is my neighbor, struggling to remove the snow from her driveway
I see her breath as each shovelful advances her progress to the street
Within a few moments her driveway is clear as I whisk my snow blower through the 3 foot berm to the open roadway
She says thank you in her soft and bone chilled voice
I call back,"Merry Christmas".
Categories:
progress to, friendship, inspirational, life, religion,
Form:
Free verse