Best Protrude Poems
Forces of the universe produce a wonderous array of spectacles afar.
Monstrous planets rotating around just one lustrous inferno of a star.
Myriads of illuminated stars are part of the yet unexplored distant space.
Nature not to be outdone displays ecstasy in many an enchanted place.
Magnificent mountain ranges protrude their snow-covered peaks on high.
Burnt amber deserts, picturesque oases, palms growing lush defy the dry.
Mighty oak trees in emerald, green fields flourishing a rainbow of blooms,
Sweetest scent wafting over the lands brings a cascade of delicate perfumes.
Forlorn, I am presented with an abyss a mere stark white expanse, a page.
On which I am expected to create art to, enlighten captivate or enrage.
It is a daunting task to pit my prowess against such powerful competition.
I trust my muse is in perfection mode to tackle such a demanding rendition.
To compete with Nature and the Universe, I strive to create a masterpiece.
All the enlightened, poetic power flowing within me, my muse must release.
A plain blank canvas provides a challenge, of what to do, be it near or far,
The project at hand may be almost as difficult as lighting a candle from a star.
taking an early walk along the shore
awaiting for the royal entrance of the new day
through His Love Divine---
I hear the whisper of the cold and gentle wind into my ears saying:
the arrival of your majestic prince of the universe has now begun
excitements I feel deep down in my heart
giving a fleeting glimpse at the side of the ocean
there lies the long ranges of mountain-tops
seems as if they hide him from me
giving me suspense on his final exquisite appearance
as the ebbs move gracefully on their way back…
carpeting his path
waves all arise welcoming him with their loveliest prelude
the cold breeze gently wafts the perfumes as peaceful as they could
a scent of the blue ocean-potpourri
filling the air up to the clouds then down to my mood
as my prince finally ascends unto the clear sky
through his radiant rays he sends me right away his glowing smiles
descending his loving touch mellowed by God’s Loving Embraces
from my face creeping down to my whole being
all I feel is his warmth: an assurance that forever He cares
a very wonderful feeling I can’t explain
I close my eyes and raise my gentle face towards his rays
trying to absorb all the blessings and graces he brings
Oh, what a great and wonderful feeling!
keeping still my chin up on high
exposing to him my rosy cheeked face as I close my eyes
then I protrude my lips
As I want to finally feel my Prince Sun’s warmest kiss
a kiss of my Darling Sunshine
a sweet kiss of love
the greatest and eternal love
from up above
Feb. 9, 2013 2.30pm
Note:
I love sunshine! My father gave me a ring when I was still young engraved with words Darling Sunshine because according to him I was born during sunrise. I lost the ring when I was staying in a dormitory as a student.
Sixth Place
Contest: Verse Poems
Judged: 3/12/2013
Sponsor: Poet Nathan A
Third Place
Contest: A Kiss of Sunshine
Judged: 3/25/2013
Sponsor: Poet Gail Angel Doyle
First Place
Contest: In Honor of my Fave Poem
Judged: 4/11/2013
Sponsor: Poet Andrea Dietrich
Have situations ever got away from you
evade conclusions while dramas protrude
like a chain link fence no time to think
assess why you're tense or reflect to sync
up events with stress to pull the valve on pressure
just endeavour at pace absent of pleasure
naturally adapt to lessen the impact
while facts not exact and the lesson abstract
taking life in just not learnt
quaking within and mentally burnt
then one intense altercation the only
thing in focus expanding slowly
and nothing else gets noticed
optically trained within the scope
and the rest of the world you take no note
suddenly it's draining all your energy
and events around it just let them be
busy searching every angle like a clock hand
around the clock to brain tangling demand
lurking constant and you assert but weary
astounded half shocked continuously nearly
working it out but for doubt in a muddle
evermore dumb founded increasing struggle
shoulder shrugging as your wonder wanders
from blunder to blunder now going under
where there's no sun it's just dark and dreary
you're torn up inside and teary, now hear me,
HAVE A DAY OFF!!
Simmering threads of Grace reflect through your life
Lingering thoughts protrude beyond the norm
The pain makes you overthink at times
This makes you believe you cannot gain in solitude
The lies reflect the cries of your misplaced purpose
So gather the dark threads of the pain in your life
And know that it is there to stretch your purpose!
There are other things in life that you need to do!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
(Dedication: For Dave Wood, the Lyric Man)
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Teary moonlight
Flash from heaven;
Lovers unite
~~~~~~~~~
Teenage lover boy
Bus-stop waiting;
Delayed arrival
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Nicotine addict
Puffing for dear life;
Carcinogenic highs
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Grass blades
Protrude through cracks;
Sidewalk stone slabs
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College vacation
Rowdy students arguing;
Monsoon weather hurls
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Housefly fly past
Unceremoniously;
Decadent visit
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Stars decorate
Night sky twinkling;
Croaking August frogs
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Anxious To-Do List
Smudge of raindrops;
Go with the flow
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Crazy poet laughs
Mad self-talk;
Intoxicating grief
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Back track then
To nowhere far;
Celestial timing
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Words carved
Old tree trunk code;
Open secret
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Grassy flowers
Humble affirmations;
Perennial song
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Stray voices call
In these woods;
Bird song melody
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Romantic ideas
Dehydrated fruits;
Winter sonata
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Self-made home movie
Unknown stars;
Awkwardly famous
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Leon Enriquez
15 August 2014
Singapore
Storms of the soul invade my perception
Yearning for a personal resurrection.
Fragmented emotions dangle from each new face
Leaving me in an empty place.
Fires once ignited grow rapidly dim
Because of the sin that dwells within.
Phantom lovers drift in and out
Claiming to know what love is all about.
`Bruised an rejected
Far from perfected.
Injected with madness
To drown out this sadness.
Lost yesterday’s lead into my tomorrows
While the voice of reason drowns out this sorrow.
Abandoned in a land famished and dry
The absence of water restricts my eyes to cry.
Violent assaults protrude at my mind
Only in sweet silence will my heart ever shine.
All of these voices demand my attention
It’s as if they reserved for me a reputable pension.
Roads of confusion are filled with delusion
Seducing our solders while leaving them colder
How do you get out of web spun for fun?
It’s only by mercy, it’s only by one
Armies of darkness capture each being
Claiming ownership over all that we are seeing
Facetious attempts to keep our men bent
But as they grow closer the angels are sent.
Once on the field they will not relent
There is grace for all those that gladly repent.
Victory smells like a clear spring day
When colors of dismay quickly fade away
Pillars of flames light up the clear night
And the fights you’ve been fighting suddenly grows light
For battles were never meant to be fought on our own
In the mist of all chaos we can hear heavens song.
By: Sabina Nicole
Crimson fingernails pull back the curtain,
her pale skin blending into the sheerness of it.
She was never as close to him as she was tonight.
The blood moon glow of her eyes knew him well,
though not a word was spoken between them,
nor did he know her name.... Scarlett.
The white wisps of fog that made up her dress,
skate along the floor then hover just above him,
her body never touching his except for
one cheek pressed against his warm chest.
His slow and steady heartbeat resounding
in her ears as he dreams in peace.
Tiny fangs protrude from behind red lips
as she leans in close, no pain will he feel
for her bite is whisper soft like a mosquito's,
her breath like a tickle of it's fluttering wings,
so as not to awaken.... not just yet.
Contented with the smallest stain
of maroon on her mouth, she vanishes
back into the night from which she came,
knowing the blood moon glow
of her eyes shall see him again.
One day he would know her name.... Scarlett.
Under an orange sky and giant rainbow, Mestor, the free spirited son
of Poseidon, God of the sea, earthquakes, storms, and tamer of horses, climbs upon
his Narwhal, the unicorn of the sea. Setting off with bounding leaps through the
waves the beast travels at full speed.
Ten foot long spiraled tusk protrude from the head of this beautiful beast and point
towards Atlantis.
As he powers on, he listens to faint clicks, whistles, and knock sounds in the wind of
his friend who is following him.
Across the cold icy Arctic water, with excitement and adrenaline pumping, he forces
a path over and through the waves.
Wind sweeps across the dark curly hair on his face as he admires the energy and
power that the ocean waves hold.
His piercing icy blue eyes make him ruggedly handsome and lets one know that he
is in control.
A sign of glimmering movement along the beach in the silver wake of the moon
catches his eyes.
I hear a faint voice in the wind and Narwhal, the unicorn of the sea, drops me off
and I swim ashore.
Welcomed by my beloved Peitho, goddess of persuasion and seduction daughter of
Aphrodite who is waiting for me.
10/12/2015
Narwhal
The narwhal is the unicorn of the sea, a pale-colored porpoise found in Arctic coastal waters and rivers. These legendary animals have two teeth. In males, the more prominent tooth grows into a swordlike, spiral tusk up to 8.8 feet 10 feet (2.7 meters) long. The ivory tusk tooth grows right through the narwhal's upper lip. It lives year-round in the Arctic waters around Greenland, Canada, and Russia.
Jealousy upon One's Soul
Jealousy comes in many types of forms and dark faces
It has many aspects and traces of different colors,
All the evil seeds can be so contrite, evil and leave some traces
How some people can be so volatile and protrude others,
In today's society there's always someone who can be naughty
Can’t they think or know their own choice of words can be not catchy?
I do know way too many people have immoral values
Surely being and causing harm unto others does leave some clues,
Then they'll be their own worst feared cantankerous enemies
Would you say they might not be accepted into heaven’s gate?
With hardened hearts those who choose hatred lust and thievery's
Walking in life, they're filled with jealousy and know they can't wait,
A jealous mind and heart is resentful to an honest soul
Don’t they know how to enter set their own limits for in their set of a goal?
Don’t let the green monster enter your head and take a hold of you
A jealous seed won’t get you ahead in life that’s very true.
Written: Sept. 14, 2015
Theresa Marie
Like a character in a Dr Seuss book
I play the New Years “Push Me Pull You” game
Daily I stretch stubborn limbs
Into pretzel-like shapes
Hoping to mitigate nature’s downward force
I beg my legs to carry me with a ballerina’s lightness
Instead I’m gratified to lumber like an elephant
But just as surely
Gravity returns each night
Tightening my joints’ screws
Pulling my tendons’ strings
Compressing my spine's vertebrae
Ignoring my pleas
To just stay where I put them
Hips refuse to do my bidding
I say, “Swivel!”.
They reply with a half-hearted twist
Like opening a tin with a rusty can opener
They creak and protest
Surrendering minimally to my commands
I pray for rubber-band arms
As I reach behind to unzip
I receive a lock-jaw response
Elbows protrude in disjointed positions
Instead of a ballerina’s plie
My legs respond with twisted screams of agony
My neck once had backward eyes that inspired terror
In kids afraid of being discovered
Now it is straight-jacketed into a forward position
Like a soldier in a parade line
Afraid to get called-out by the commander
Don’t push us too far my muscles yell
Aches and pains too terrible to imagine
Will be your rewards
If you overextend.
The fondest memory of a young boy’s drive,
Are those things reminding us we are alive,
As when those physics of natural fortitude,
Rise up to the occasion and start to protrude.
Seemingly the notion is quite uncontrollable,
The mind that takes over is quite consolable,
`T was Love gave us the procreating urge,
Assumption is such, why should we not spurge?
As was this friend of mine who’s name was Berg,
With every young lady he saw, wanted to spurge,
He did saddled himself with three kids and a wife,
Which is fine if mature ,but if not ruins one’s life.
Another fond memory of a young boy alive,
Is all those hot rod cars that he use to drive,
One of my dearest friends lost his life, where and when?
High school graduation on Bayou creek bend.
A four in the floor and a fifth under the seat,
Young boys feel like such a feat is quite neat,
Driving while drunk chancy rich price to pay,
Same as being too young when one hit’s the hay!
This story has no glory, though all parts are true,
Parents seriously need to teach children good pursue,
Apple of God’s eye, tooth for tooth, an eye for an eye,
We have not mercy, when it is judgments we cry!
For Contest: Fondest Memory
In Honor of: Frank Herrera
Dedicated to my favourite poet - Shelley
If a tortoise, if a turtle
You are never going to hurtle
Witness how your limbs are placed
Splayed east to west, all carapaced
what if some meat-eating moron,
Jonesing for a snack to gnaw on,
sees you sumo-stepping by
thinks "Hey look - a fresh meat pie"?
Running will beget disaster
You beat a hare so now you're faster?
You let your tasty bits protrude
and pretty soon they're getting chewed
No! Stop to suck your vitals in,
and hope he likes his toothy grin
Cause it's going to get busted
your gooey filling's well encrusted
This manifestation of colour that springs from a genome , eternal, nourished, weathered and fashioned by a dyadic fornication cradled in time.
A pigment of hues in an utterance of undertoned, ubiquitous discourses, leaves an impression of stereotype and a plethora of lasting self fulfilling prophecies.
Eyes of blue, green, grey, brown and black see a world in chaos from within the dark, see a postcode lottery determine who lives in peace and who’s under attack.
Born from this colossal chaos are children of men, pure beating hearts that know no colour, that know no attack and are born of wonder. Little beating souls, Tabula rasa’s cleansed from the outset by a Nature's nurture and positioned by fate to their eternal mother. LOVE, love is the battle cry of the ages, But Race, creed and colour, somehow becomes loves significant other.
To breathe is to live and to live is to be, but how can one be if their colour determines, fashions and moulds their destiny
This heightened hierarchy, Noble, dynastic and imperial accost the paupers and protect the privileged. This blend of white creates a world of grey just another spectrum added to this Strata’d state of play.
For no colour will protrude into my life for they tried to make it black and white, yet may they see the four seasons come, may they take back and change what they have done in return, for a speedy recovery of an illness yet unknown, as its no longer children who are above their throne. Can they take on their challenges and reveal their day, can they take away their loneliness and their dismay, from this magnanimous world that is diluted with hate, where its profits before margins, it's no social state.
Form:
BigFoot needed a date
He needed a damsel at least six feet tall
He thought it would be great
If she accompanied him to the Ball
So he looked online for a match
For a gal who would suit Sasquatch
Though he looked all around
No matches were found
But he searched through the night
Until dawn broke its light
Then finally he found a dream girl
Who would go with him to the Ball
She dressed in a gown with necklace of pearls
And indeed she was quite tall
BigFoot, dressed in his 3 piece suit
Danced with the girl of his dreams
Everyone wondered how such a brute
Could get a girl so cute
But as the full moon arose
She grew fur on her nose
And fangs from her mouth did protrude
As she howled at the moon that she viewed
But BigFoot didn't mind in the least
That Beauty had turned to a beast!
----
Joseph May
By John Moses Freeman, Sorry Nette, I don't have means
of centering the poem on my post page.."Disparity"
~Cloud
my dreams
on serpent
chain links create
feelings of a time
when my backbone was mine
I dream of another time
when the world was really mine
the lack of food has weaken my mind
dream gift concludes, serpent chain links protrude
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~Reality, a dream’s fatality
wickedly the fate syndrome sets in
world of the rich concepts’ excuse
unemployed, beaten, flat broke
signs and times have spoken
my children await
starvation’s fate
no escape
fate’s soul
mate!!
For and in Honor of Nette Oncloud
And her first Contest:
“Touch me, count up and down”