Best Promptness Poems
I'm that my words and pen can't express my weakness.
Nobody could have foreseen I felt such happiness.
My bald secret is now included in my poetic liveness.
I'm at a loss for words to define my soulfulness.
All that I do for you is for you and your uniqueness.
To be clear, you were born to bestow our joyfulness.
Had sent a blessing to us thanks to God's holiness.
Son, you depict nicely how a son may have lightness.
My duty will always be to offer you matchless.
If you're in the lamest rule, you deserve my promptness.
You lifted my artwork to an extreme level of skillfulness.
Everywhere I fit, you seem to follow me with firmness.
Regardless of where I am or how I manage my illness.
The ghost that lurks within me is a mystic elusiveness.
Of inspiration and creativity that is in my mind flawless.
It just takes one look to confer my focus and cleanliness.
Claim anything you envy, but don't leave me clueless.
Yet, I am aware of how grateful you are for my lavishness.
Even the urge to craft your own way has uniqueness.
With all my resources, knowledge, and awareness.
All have a role to play in preserving our rising family spotless.
Sway to the beat of my soul and embrace my closeness
Allow yourself to widen your eyes; your destiny will be harmless.
I drew the full moon for you to retain your greatness.
Without question, I admire you for your graciousness.
My son, I'll outline your disparity and avail your tactfulness.
I meant to say that you sparked my thoughtfulness.
Consider that I'm always aware of your level of attentiveness.
I can tell from our relationship around gleefulness.
Even if I die, you will have a piece of my warm-heartedness.
Placed first in the contest
Written: May 04, 2021
All Yours (Jun 10) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Expose faster
your songs from limbo
of your soul and exposes
your bosom...!
Do it list and with tenderness...
May you sing them beautifully
and grace...!
cast them accurately
on your beloved balcony,
at the counter of your intended...
Do it with maximum promptness
and grace, because you're at risk
that she listens to the songs
of love from another
further agile troubadour... and
be enchanted...!
Smiles in the sky come flying your way.
They will arrive just in time singing,
“Happy Birthday”
Wings glide on the breeze, gifted among clouds,
Suspended above trees with promptness avowed.
The horizon is bright silhouetting their flight.
Delivering your joy and freeing any plight,
This birthday gift sends smiles your way.
On July 14th straight from heaven’s hallway,
One special wish created just for you.
Granting dreams and happiness without adieu.
God sends His blessings to you...Happy Birthday!
© July 9, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
It is just a dog, a common cur
The scabs, the sore upon the eye.
O the rattled temper
And the garbage bins tottering
Under the mischief of its paws.
It is just a dog, a common cur
And more method to it madness
Than man's dumb logic can ressurect.
Life has chewed on its pedigree
Like leather.
It searches, but never eats. Yet ribs stick out
Like bones suck white against the cruel teeth.
He marks each bin with seminal promptness
As if weaving from his heart some memory
Some hope to find again the heated *****
Among the refuse and waste of man's discard
But the rescue mission tears him hard
He finds no trail in the empty sniffs,
Nothing recognizable
Like the joy of her sullen bark
Teasing him to mark the turf anew.
He use to bark at the moon
For always the shadow on the rock of light
Reminded his loneliness
Of the dog catchers coming.
The firs time they came
The truck moving like a hearse at edge of day
His father went without farewell.
The man wore collar and leash
Symbols tyrranical to freedom.
His mother wore none,
Her penury almost left her naked,
Howled at by wind, spat at by rain
She kept her freedom close to her vein.
The dog catchers came again
And his misery is not abated yet;
The pound swallowed up his son
And mother in almost one breath.
The ***** was analgesic afterwards
For pain that dogged a dog.
With her the future had neither chiarscurro
Nor sulking shadows for schoolboys stones
She was tied to the past
Yesterday's joys is tomorrow's anesthetics
Though he had only known today,
Barren now like an empty house
And dreams withering
Shrivelled raisins of hope
Hard as day against the palate.
This dog has no more gate
To wait. Mongrels are not prized.
Perhaps the flies got her,
He heard them singing in his ears
Wingless words. He bit on time
Took a good dose of it,
Anesthetics or analgesics,
The difference is irrelevant now.
Pedigree is nothing without honour,
Love is poison without trust,
A dog's heart
Turns to its master's whip like a child.
Uncle Sam demands you file your taxes timely,
no excuses accepted...he will impose a fine;
don't think of committing the perfect crime...
court appearance and jail time await the sly!
As anyone can see, honesty and promptness are required...
and to save money, you may choose to file your own taxes,
but be aware of the fine print leading to consequences;
is TurboTax the answer? Don't trust it, you may be fined!
Ask for an extension? Isn't it quite costly?
Can you pay on time to avoid the extra fee?
Now, don't make plans to buy an expensive plasma tv,
you willl have a better chance at winning the Lottery!
Heed my advice and do everything legally and expeditiously,
I have done this for forty-three years and never cheated;
I slept at night, and woke up without worrying daily...
reminding myself that honesty and promptness are required!
Not a cruel master; a humble assistant;
To visit or not, cannot be done by his choice.
Always carries a portfolio under his arm,
A pre designed schedule saying when and where to attend.
He comes not, though invited; uninvited, stops not coming.
Sometimes comes like an unconventional rain.
He is the mark of beginning and ending of life.
But how unlucky he is!
Always listens to no other emotions except mourning.
Silently tolerates all curses showered.
His job is endless.
No single applause for him.
Perhaps, in Nature
The one and only who is
Blamed for his utmost promptness
Let's Mix It Up Poetry Contest
Verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Date: 18-10-2021.
Placed : 3rd
Off and on life to face some turmoil .
You cannot predict, how long it will last.
being a simple problem or coiled !
You need a tipping balance to adjust.
Proceed with vigorous running dynamic ,
in static stagnant state not to remain
primarily stay enthusiastic ,
yet a tipping balance, you must maintain.
You must always focus on your action
Run or rush or if needed to gallop.
Put full dedication, no objection .
Be alert ! You know when or how to stop !
Promptness is good, but don’t be impulsive
Never cross limits on your performance
Think, analyse and then act decisive.
Work hard, obeying a tipping balance.
Occasionally you may walk tip toe,
sometimes you are compelled to make haste,
yet matters little whether be fast or slow.
Each step demands tipping balance at best.
I tried so hard, but you were too fast, clicking gracefully on high heels down the
shady block, laughing at me plodding in saddlebacks: Can't you keep up?
I tried so hard, but you were too slow, stumbling to a wobbly halt as your walker
scraped the harsh lobby floor, so the elevator doors slammed shut, and we had
to endure double the long wait plus the nurse's low-keyed promptness lecture.
Once you bought for me, in the wooded park, a cheerful red balloon. You
warned: Hold it tight, don't let it go. I obeyed till we reached our back yard, which
I thought was safe, and then it slipped from my sweaty child's hand.
Up, up it went, evading the trees, hovering between rooftops, red no longer, then
disappearing from view, me crying, you consoling.
You have sparkled like a precious gem, mostly turquoise and sapphire, in happy
warm sunshine. I simply can't force myself to accept the boldly affirmative,
serenely vivid colors of you fading away to wan pastel, off-white, off-black, off-
gray, nothing.
Frantically I clutch and hug, scolding, cajoling, praying, vainly trying to hide my
despair and frustration, to filter out the rage from the devotion.
I can't whisper to reach you; you won't hear me. Nor can I shout; a raised voice
invariably means anger. I am muzzled very well. My brain shrieks silently.
You watch me intently, your fine mind intact, deep in thought, before you doze.
You wake from your apathetic nap in pain, a defiant fighter, and, God forgive me, I
briefly welcome that pain for restoring your animation.
There! I just felt warm sunshine, saw a flash of turquoise and sapphire.
Now it's over. We both want you so much to be yourself, but you're pastel again!
I wish I could turn myself into a balloon, red, rubbery and soft, fastened to a
string, pushed into your slack hand. I want to yell: Hold me tight, don't let me go!
We'd jump over the skyscrapers, then over the piedmont, skirting the green tops
of magnolias and pines,
Then soar ever higher, mingling with fluffy clouds in pure vibrant infinite blue;
No more clumsy saddlebacks for me, no more scraping walkers for you,
Just us two, mother and runaway red balloon child, euphorically drifting off
Toward freedom.
4/3/15
Is it wrong if
You're the only one always causing conflict
Is it wrong if
You knew, but didn't warn others before the bomb hit
Is it wrong if
You sat there and let the entire song skip
Is it wrong if
You feel entitled to judge others with promptness
Is it wrong if?
You lose control of being calm quick
Is it wrong if?
You have no idea how to cook or clean a pan that's non-stick
Is it wrong if?
You always put yourself first even when your moms sick
Is it wrong if?
You only care to be snobbish
Is it wrong if?
You were unwilling and would not risk
When it all got thick
Is it wrong if?
You reached the end without a synopsis
Is it wrong if?
You put things into the air that are toxic
And it has an effect on things that are cosmic
Is it wrong if?
You cease to utilize logic
And pollute the waters for life that is aquatic
Is it wrong if?
You failed to stop it
And only wanted the profit inside of your own pocket
With intentions of keeping it all in the closet
Because you were afraid of being honest
And had all ready broken what was promised
By: Dalton Ogletree
I love my snail
From near to far
Sometime's I can see him
Just under the wheel's
Of my car
Though he may sometimes'
Be late,
But it take's so many
To fill a empty plate
I sit by the log
How long must it take
Fore he is fabulous
He taste just like stake
With a little gravy at the side
He is indeed a pleasure
To ever fill my plate
This I just can't hide
Fore-
His promptness just can't
Be denied
P.S. I AM WAITING FOR YOU BUDDY!
GF
Among the hearing participants, some stayed put, some cast curious eyes outside with craned necks, some stood up and began to pace around or away, but nobody was seriously scared, nor were there any corporeal conflicts between the two sides, clearly showing a tacit sense that those forcible-feeble gofers dare not indulge themselves into any tangible transgressions in earnest, contrary to what they vaunted early amid Mutt Gaets' pep-talk.
Shortly after, Schiff got through to Pelosi and told her what happened to his closed door hearing.
Pelosi: Eh! Not bad! You've experienced long calm spells, isn't a rare storm an alternative relish?
Schiff feigned to worry badly: Uh, stop piling on our agony with your black humor. The mob's testing the Capitol Police in capability and promptness, testing hearing participants in patience and equanimity as well as ~~~~
Pelosi cut him short: Oh, Schiff, things are not so serious. Don't get daunted by the storm troopers in name only, for quite some may be press-ganged. Give them a diversion, the mob can be scattered soon.
Schiff: Uh~~~good. But what kind of diversion?
Pelosi: Be attentive. Don't neglect items of daily consumption, and certainly you'll hit it.
Schiff looked around, silent for seconds but soon Pelosi's voice rang to his ears:Why not treat them to some snacks? Say, cookie, pizza, shortbread~~~ Schiff:Pizza! Eureka! Most of these pitiable gofers run errands empty-bellied, and we have stored enough pizzas. Terrific tip! Thanks!
Schiff hang up and let a Capitol employee seek pizzas for that bunch of bozos. Soon the employee came out with a bin of pizzas either half-done or overdone, or either crusty or rusty. Schiff frowned on these unsightly pizzas: Lordy! All look like molding from stool hoopers, and smell a bit stale at that. Just these left?
The employee nodded helplessly: Yeah! Right.
Schiff: Oh, how came?
Employee:Not clear. Maybe the bakers on morning shift happened to be rookies.
Schiff: Uh~~well, the situation is too pressing to allow us to be considerate. Hand them out.
Brace For Impact
Brace for impact with tact
and promptness
to access success
on venture or adventure
at present or in future.
Meet the challenge at any range.
Brace for impact
Act, react or interact:
Always in progress
proceeding dauntless
never to regress!
Even if to endure failure.
Work if gone wrong.
Stay stable and strong
Rectify and correct.
To be precise and perfect
Keep your head erect.
Honest approach with sporty spirit:
Victory or defeat not the criterion.
Dynamism is the countable credit.
Whatever be the environ
Calm cool or turbulent
Hopeful or despondent
Confront at every front
Face fearful fact.
Brace for impact.
Title chosen Brace For Impact
06/13/22
This or That Vol.12
Contest by Edward Ibeh
The promptness of his
Forgiveness
Is a magi sty to me
The prospect of his love
Is magic you see
And
The lineage of his love
Which has echoed
Threw the year's
For those who Seth
His hope
There shall be no more
Tears'
GF
THE MANSION
Mr. Philip wanted to build up a mansion.
Hindrances put him in adverse situation.
In short period his dream turned an ILLUSION.
Construction continued from morning till dark dusk.
Rusty dust whirling, each worker was on thick MASK.
Not at all a matter of joke, but too tough task.
His selection of persons to carry project
was completely wrong, basically IMPERFECT.
Plan of building was made by a FLAWED architect.
Promptness of Mr. Philip lacked reality.
Materials supplied were of poor quality.
Supervisor did not even check quantity.
Shortly FAÇADE and parapet were BROKEN.
Roof, walls were CRACKED, and building collapsed on one morn.
Mr. Philip got terrible shock and his heart was TORN.
06/20/21
Writing Prompt - Flawed' Contest by La Constance France
Sad to comment
Just common sense
not so common
among public.
Most callousness
all over known,
says statistics,
what I have meant.
Sharp sense to own :
That’s specific.
Not much talent,
but need promptness.
That is basic,
also urgent.
Attain smartness
without smart phone.