Best Prolongs Poems
Spring
summons
season of
rebirth, where birds
build nests for new-borns.
Nature's palette spreads joy
as bright colours flourish with
buttercups, daffodils, bluebells,
blooming with rows of vibrant tulips.
Golden orb begins to spread its warm rays,
virgin summer roses bloom like rubies.
My inner child smiles at butterflies,
fledglings expand their tiny wings.
Mild rain hydrates perfumed buds.
Rainbow dahlia garnish,
under turquoise skies.
Sweet pea prolongs
around trees,
screening
stalks.
I
shiver
at the loss
of my blossoms
crumbling in Autumn.
Green turns yellow then brown,
as clouds grieve and bleed charcoal.
Auburn leaves decorate soaked paths.
Flock of birds soar to pleasant pastures.
Flashbacks from laid to rest souls resurface.
Winter weaves frozen cobwebs as winds howl.
Dark days, cold nights with nature naked,
sun hides its glow as ground hardens.
Snow kissed evergreen sepals,
covered in pristine white,
appear grand until,
bitter raindrops,
create ice
upon
them.
in this place
now
here
in the safety
of this languid afternoon
I close my eyes
and listen to her voice
her sigh
with your hand on my thigh
knowing as I do
that there is no pretense
or disguise
no need to hide
I am who I am
She assures me
It's fine
Awash in need
I let my body plead
I care to dare every hindrance
to disappear
because I deserve
to let the woman in me
be free to feel
Ecstasy makes her appeal:
"Make it REAL"
roles reversed in revelry
the pleaser now yearning to be pleased
the giver becomes the receiver
and all is as it's meant to be
for you and me
I let my thoughts fly
no earth and no sky
nothing matters
forgotten the where and why
no need to be shy
nothing
except this build up
sensations born of feelings
this surging urge
for sensual supremacy
to be
to arrive
knowing it will come
knowing
the world will stop
as it has before
wanting it again, once more
pausing at the pinnacle of passion's pride
all things having been played right
as it should be
release
of pain
of hurt
of everything...
everything but Ecstasy
who prolongs her stay
I don't chase her away
I hold on
let her play
have her way
in the wake of her spray
I lay
Sated sigh
on my high
I cry
eyes closed
slowly
slowly...
She loosens my hold
and with kisses on my face
she starts to recede
back into the realm
of fantasy freed
echoes of "I love you"
coming through
the haze starts to lift
and I drift...I drift
fingers in my hair
kisses everywhere
Ecstasy exhausted
my eyes flutter open to see
my life back in focus
it resides
there in your eyes
my destiny
Let it be
Oh, let it be
Always...
Ecstasy and you and me
Eileen Manassian
"Lord", I know your laws
my life, you see my flaws
I can't erase my sins
everyday it lives within
when I do good things
the bad is still there, it hangs
it keeps me from happiness
hoping for forgiveness
I've tried and prayed
I feel it maybe too late
this world has made me realize
it needs you for paradise
happiness never lasts long
misery always prolongs
I'm not a pope, nun, nor angel
I hunger for your world
to be free from evil
waiting for heaven to prevail
like most in life, ive failed
odds of eternal forever
seems to me maybe never
perhaps I can't live my real life
until I passed through that light
“Activity makes my life colorful. To be quiescent is relaxing, but when it prolongs, I feel I am dead.” – By Poet
Day after day passes
With rarely a purpose to fulfill
Thoughts after thoughts flit,
With nothing to hold in memory.
I am stuck on the lonely highway of life.
No addendum!
Up the long path of life,
From joy to pain,
And from pain to joy,
I have been oscillating all these years.
Now my mind is empty.
No exhilarating emotions.
No vexing thoughts
No nagging concerns
No convulsing tidal swaying
Like a placid lake with no ripples
Like a sponge with water squeezed out
Like a kite refusing to soar high,
I am now a bough on a sturdy stem,
Resisting to be touched by the wind!
You might think I have learned,
To look at life with a level brow
And enjoy the stillness of my mind,
When the mad scramble in me dies.
Perhaps you are right.
But I detest this mental hiatus,
This numbing languorousness,
This sickening emotional torpor!
Am I becoming a log over the moving currents?
From this quiescent state, I look for a release.
Our lives are consumed
With vice and pleasure
Self-absorbed with blinders
And avarice for treasure
The majority indifferent
To the plight of our parents
Or the generation before them
With their disciplined adherence
As medical technology
Prolongs our existence
A materialistic generation
Promotes political resistance
The diseases and conditions
Previously unnamed
Now have an aging
population restrained
Disadvantaged and exploited
They simply try to survive
While the rest of us carelessly
Go on with our lives
No opportunities to acquire
The means to sustain
Plus devaluation of the dollar
Leave them hungry and lame
They face the future like the past
Proud and undaunted
Their only dream left
Is to feel needed and wanted
October 16 2016
As I wake
Another day of nothing
Grey skies and daily rituals
A mugging here and there
Smog surrounds me, it eats me inside
Insects devour, life drains, ebbs, flows to death
Meaningless is life
Love simply prolongs ones agony
On a journey with no purpose
I assure you there is no God
Show me a deity with such cruelty
I dare you, for there is none
Life is a random act of death
To become us all
Do not try and tell me different
Intelligence is fates way to call us fools
For whatever we choose to believe
Mayans were ancients
Deceived by the sun and moon
They sacrificed their young
On the pyramids of doom
Today, the sun rose
Tonight the moon shall greet my tired eyes
Into a slumber, a blissful sleep
I shall dream of the heavens and their gods
Today
I held in my arms an angel
All of a year or so old
Her arms outstretched, in blind love
Knowing I would catch her dreams and breathe her smiles
The devil that I am
I could not resist
To feed to her all my happiness
Her little hands grasped, as her eyes flirted for more food
I have some words of wisdom to bestow upon all you mortals now
Any court jester who tells you there is no god
They have not met Maya
I am so blessed, that I have
Notes: I had this in the works as a completely different poem. That afternoon I took care
of Maya ( 18 months ) and her brother Timmy ( five ) Afterwards we went to a restaurant for a snack, and Maya in my arms was in heaven eating her onion rings !! Both Timmy and Maya are such little angels, that would brighten up anyone's days, and when you see how beautiful children are, you realize the deeper meanings of life!
There I stood, flushed: gripping
a diaphanous pelvis of his guitar,
he rips a pulpy drool of velvet notes…
glossy under a roulette of lights,
saucy on the parquet floor upon
an artist's feet :his body movement
resembling a twisted weave; the
bossa nova of high timbre frothing scales
of primitive jungle moans,
while Latin hands roll with dizzy
Carribean beats as if Santana
and Jobim grooved with him.
Oh he aches, shakes like a livid soul,
more ravished than refined
in his groping music, my night's balm.
Streams of ‘Oye Como Va’ entice a trance
rippling down my spine, ready
to tug with the accompaniment of
drums and sax; till the last rhapsodic groan
prolongs a dazed jiggle for hips
to leap unto the heat of the sky.
My flesh perspires as I whirl,
unmindful of the exotic rhythm
prancing like a black magic woman!
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10/17/2015
Trashed Poem #3 Contest
Sponsor: Broken Wings
By nette onclaud
What a clamour
What a noise
To bring social justice
To answer the cries
That's gone on for centuries
That they keep maintaining
With promises and lies
Black lives matter
So we shout
But who hears the cries
When the establishment do nought
After the cotton fields
Up comes the continuity
In the justice system
When we are gunned down by agents
Who prey on our community
The leaders are aware
But do they really care
When they fail to dismantle
A system , which is so unfair
Slavery maybe abolished
But injustices lingers on
In its many disguises
And the many layers
We face, all day long
Martin Luther made a stand
Bob Marley, sung redemption songs
Freedom fighters raise their rifles
And in the graveyard
Gather the mourning throngs
There is no hope for change
When you maintain a system
That heaps suffering on the wounded
And depravity prolongs
For in the utterings
There is a promise of change
But when it comes to implementation
Not A Stroke
No progress made.
Pale cobalt blue 'pon horizon
Lavender just above
Fog coats the creek and pine forest
Sunrises slowly, love
The roosters sing their warm greetings
Crickets chirp a morn's song
Mourning Doves coo occasionally
"Peace gives life~~ life prolongs"
As the red fireball sun rises
Casting red tinged cobalt
'Pon horizon's morn's whispy clouds
The Dove coos don't halt
There can be peace on this good earth
If love rules in each heart
Let love guide and depart never
As the gold sun paints art
Finis'
"I wandered lonely as a cloud" -- William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a life
bereft of joy by reason’s cloud
to sling invective like a scythe
from perched on high, lofty and proud.
Naught from my lips but bile and scorn,
delight extinguished, long since shorn.
Imprisoned by my intellect,
I held my neighbor in disdain,
the simpletons who genuflect,
lift voice in praise to gods inane.
Devoid of purpose, meaningless,
inflicting pain, I caused distress.
Ensconced in fog, truth thus eludes,
for nothing blinds like one’s own will,
prolongs the moral turpitude,
bolstering self yet further still.
The darkness bears an evil grin,
a putrid corpse, lest dawn breaks in.
But worlds come crashing down, of course.
A penetrating shaft of light
that sears at first, causes remorse,
illumines one’s desperate plight.
A warmth then flushes on the face
by blood reborn, restored by grace.
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for the I Wandered Lonely as --- Challenge Poetry Contest
sponsored by Natasha L Scragg
written on 09/18/2022
GOODBYE IS THE SADDEST WORD
Am missing you though you are by my side
You are here but not here as I can’t feel your presence
I told myself you were right for me but I feel lonely in your company
I see your face disappearing from the reach of my sight
Hope you are not leaving; your goodbye will be the worst of farewell.
Mercy does not begin where love come to an end
Heard mercy prolongs love and makes it even more beautiful
It was happy beginning about turning to a saddy end
Look harder baby and see that different part of me
Don’t give me that look; it will break my heart if you say goodbye.
So weighed down not only by uncertainties but also by obsession
I made my entire dream yours & you looked at me and made it shatter
It is so hard to realize that what we have, we don’t have anymore
Am the soldier of your heart; am so ready to go to war for your heart
Hope not loose you to my enemies; hope am not hearing goodbye?
Don’t try walking away from my side baby
If I loose you now, everything will be gone may be
The thought of you leaving me has left me creeping in fear
I don’t want to wake up in the morning and not see you my dear
If you ever leave me at night; it will be the worst of all badbyes.
Now; if you like leave am no longer scared
It will be hard but whatever happens am prepared
I no longer care if we stay forever or remain forever apart
To someone else special; I will find and give my special heart
Oh! She said goodbye; it was the happiest of all goodbyes.
…Lordvip…
…D’ Poetic Beast..
Age 51 is often when one’s unable,
To buy the status quo, it’s old and needs mending.
New sports car, how youthful! Refuting the label,
Of premature old age, gray hair pending.
Girl friends need to be added to the stable,
Young women, their company lending,
Immortal aura when sharing their bar table.
What invokes “against aloneness”, or “befriending”?
You’ll find a word “antimonos” in Greek fable.
The element Antimony, #51, is alloy tending,
By emulating its properties, “Romeo” is enabled.
By experimenting with the valence one’s sending,
Reactions occur, some of which may be stable,
But it’s hard to tell if another is bonding or pretending,
Especially, to induce attraction, one increases spending.
Remember to study and use the Periodic Table,
It prolongs youth, the illusion of vitality never ending.
© Chaim Wilson
Trump's MDs now searching the pool
Know organ transplant prolongs rule
For match perfection
Without rejection
His kidney must come from a mule
"Spiteful Minds"
by~ Edward McCormick
Disdainfully negotiating gain,
The spiteful mind their heart's desire alone.
An obvious destruction they attain
Through dialogue with underlying tone.
A tiny drama brings about an end.
In spite of mind, the heart wants what it bleeds.
Enlightenment is key to comprehend
So very little satisfies our needs.
by~ Poet Destroyer
Heavy and alone, two "Spiteful minds",
The worthless moments in the skies.
With no reasons and why's!
The warning sounds of midnight, thick and blind,
Giving our hearts away, a solid sign.
Wicked taste mountains of lies.
Satisfaction In our breathing eye's.
Waiting for our gushing needs to land unwind;
Stiff like the blood beneath the sea.
"Spiteful minds" rising beyond to morbid moon.
Destruction in the slowness of ones purity
The world, is a gift one prolongs to see.
A music box with no tune.
Needing and spending, we lay in spiteful tears of misery.
a collaboration with * Edward McCormick
Altogether unprofitable sentimental but no fool they call him an old sap The taste of knowledge to him is sweet to get more valuable than sap to a tree even more valuable than the gold that runs from seven hills prolongs the days: but the years of the wicked shall be shortened. The Lord does hate pride, and arrogancy, and the evil way, and the froward mouth the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom with an expected end pure love as God gives the increase I have tasted the Lord is gracious A strong warning from the savior Jesus He is Lord whosoever shall say, Thou fool, shall be in danger of hell fire some may say the old sage is just saber rattling Essayage the shoe on the other foot walking a mile in someone else shoes who has two left feet and one leg longer truly your feet are bound to get sore circling around the mountain just assaying the metal who is your maker I know mine For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, works for us a far more exceeding eternal weight of glory I am not straining gnats just spitting out the the filthy camel Love the Lord God Jesus and every man your neighbor all the glory of man as the flower of grass like sagebrush God made foolish the wisdom of this world put your faith and hope in God and not in men though man's urban inflections change the Word of the Lord stands sure Everlasting superior are God's ways than man's momentary dullness