Best Pur Poems
If the dark angel
rings your bell,
oftimes a simple muse
will become our hell-
If on enticement's path
the furies we chance
pur inspiration is led
a merry dance-
If time lies idle
upon our hands
and to soft whispers,we hark,
our endeavours miss the mark
Listen close,which twin to choose
Enticement's fury or inspiration's muse
A
drop
of pure
water is lik
e a soul or spirit
that makes us alive
or helps us to survive in a
n extreme conditions. Witho
ut pure water our extinction will b
e threaten in future. I think that is not
so far. It's already nocking on our doors eve
ry single day. Lots of people are not getting pur
e water now a days. Pure water is more costly than
every thing else. So we should be careful right now.
We shouldn't not waste our water carelessly.We nee
d to find out alternative way that we can use the sa
lted sea water for our domestic uses. Even we can
recycle our used watter again and again and dis
tribute to all. We should take initiative as early
as possible without our wasting our time. No
t only public initiative but also private init
iativeve should be applied in that secto
r. One more thing can be applied.
Rain water can be stored into
a big tank and be used.It
would be an excelle
nt idea for all.
Oh Lord, we come into this place
to worship and adore You.
To give You praise, lift up Your Name
to bow pur knee before You.
We sing to You a new song
of Your Mercy and Your Grace.
You have paid for our Salvation.
You are welcome in this place.
We bless You Lord with all our soul
and all that is within us
Lord we bless Your Holy Name.
We bless You Lord with all our soul
and all that is within us
Lord we bless Your Holy Name.
Lord, each day we sing, rejoice
and praise Your holy Name.
We pledge our love and honor too,
Your Mercies we proclaim
Majestic Lord? Oh yes You are.
High and lifted up
Above all things,yet in our hears
You overflow our cup.
We bless You Lord with all our soul
and all that is within us,
Bless Your Holy Name.
We bless You Lord with all our heart
and all that is within us,
Bless Your Holy Name.
It seems so far yet so near
we must get there without fear
this is something we hoped each year
and now at fifty years we still must steer
to build Kenya our country so dear.
fifty years we are not still at pur
But look back and see we are from far
we have wanted always to shine like a star
and in our effort us nothing is going to bar
to build Kenya our country which is so dear
'They' tell me, now,
A husky-mix dog won't stay.
Tie 'em up, pen 'em,
Or the neighbor's complain.
So, I didn't even Look for another Cain.
But let me tell you,
My Cain dog was Husky.
Silver and grey and a
'from the toenails' growl...
But HE stayed, no chains.
Small town, Oklahoma, no leash.
Everybody knows everybody; me and Cain,
Bicycle riding, summer days.
Grandma Dugan waving,
Mr. John Long tossing out soup bones,
For Cain.
"Yonder's thet Earli and her dawg."
"Boy! Pur-D-hot! Wisht'id rain."
"Wonder whar she's going 'ta noon?"
Nap, doze, one more summer gone...
But...so was Cain.
"Hey Earlie? Thet you, girl?"
"Whar's thet big white dawg?"
"Oh yeah?" "Too bad." and "How'd he die?"
"You don't hardly seem like Earli,
Without thet white dog, Cain."
Ten long, hard years and lots of road.
But no white dog's shoulders
To share the good times...or the pain,
And...I don't hardly FEEL like Earli,
Without my white dog, Cain.
MAKE THEM DAYS OF FEASTING AND GLADNESS - Book of Esther 9:22
Today we celebrate,
History comes alive.
Purim arrives this month,
All people shall thrive.
Feasting and gladness,
The order of the day.
History shouts the story,
We live to laugh and pray.
We are tired of kings and leaders,
Who promise all the world.
But become tyrants,
When the banner is unfurled.
The walled city has come down,
The trumpet sound was heard.
God led Joshua,
He followed God's Holy Word.
Why is it throughout the years,
Evil men rise to power.
"Destroy this race", they say,
It will be our finest hour.
Esther faced the king,
Revealed his horrid plan.
The monarch suffered humility,
From Pur the humble man.
We remember Adolf Hitler,
Joseph Stalin and such.
The same godless deeds,
Soon they were out of touch.
Celebrate the season,
Give gifts and love your friends.
These are God's Chosen People,
We support them to the end.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
Spray fertile soil with citrus sun.
Pick Oleander in spring rain.
Relive the April of our love
In budding blooms, down garden lane.
Nest hatching eggs in verdant hands.
Gift misty eyes with rainbow views.
Innate, our dreams for joy and light
Spur romance birthed in floral hues.
Come spring, refresh earth lazed in snow!
Ornately jeweled, she shall not wait.
Meandering through lushest greens,
I hear wind songs young ones create.
Nearby, a river swells with life -
Goslings and ducklings swim in line.
Softly, we kiss atop new shoots
Of Queen Anne's lace on banks divine.
Our ode to Oleander dawn
Nestled in limbs of spring days gone.
Written 3/20/17 for Spring Is Coming Soon Contest
Once upon a time there was a kitten with no name,
in the beginning his mother took care of him;
but one morning she was not there,
so, the kitten with no name went searching.
His little paws took him deep into a forest,
it seemed to be a land far far away;
he cried mew, mew, mew, MEEEW,
then, curled up under a tree and fell asleep.
In the morning he was woken up by talking,
it was the tree that was speaking to him;
you must be lost but I will help you because,
I am a magical forest tree!
The kitten looked up high at the tall tree,
it seemed the tree bent down and touched him;
with his leaves and it felt so nice that kitten
went pur, pur, pur, pur, pur, PUURR.
Kitten you cannot stay in this forest,
their are villains like animals lurking about;
who would like to eat a little kitten,
I am calling the magical singing birds to help.
They will lead you out of this forest,
so, the kitten with no name followed the birds;
they kept singing to him and he felt happy,
because he had friends to help him!
Soon, they came to the edge of the forest,
where a pretty house was built among the trees;
the birds said, good luck and kitten marched on,
until he found himself in a lush beautiful garden.
The kitten was wandering the garden when,
all of a sudden a little girl picked him up;
oh, sweet, sweet kitty are you lost,
and she shouted, mother, mother, MOTHER!
Mother came running and said what is wrong,
look mother a lost kitten can we keep him;
of course, and soon the kitten with no name,
was lapping up warm milk in a cozy kitchen.
He needs a name, lets call him Magic,
because its magic that he survived on his own;
so, the kitten with no name has a name now,
and a home with a sweet little girl and a MOTHER.
And they lived happily ever after !
The End.
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April 01, 2023
Poetry/Narrative/The Lost Kitten
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1536-551-01
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Write A Sweet Fairytale
For Children With A Good Outcome Ending,
sponsor, BJ Legros Kelley, Judged 05/06/2023
Second Place
Blazing hot
Blistering my skin
Can’t tell you where I’m going
I can only tell you where I’ve been.
I’ve been in green meadows
On a cool crisp morn
In a hospital near my wife
When our first child was born.
I’ve been to the bar with friends
To get drunk and maybe get in a fight
That’s just normal behavior
For a small town Saturday night!
I’ve been in love once or twice
Before I grew up
My favorite birthday present ever
Was a new little pup.
I’ve been to a high school dance
With my clumsy two left feet
And at that very dance
Is where my wife and I did meet.
I’ve been out on the lake
Fishing with my dad
And at that time in my life
Never appreciating all that we had.
I’ve been to boot camp
With all of the other new guys
I wonder where they are?
Or did they tell me a bunch of lies?
I’ve got to keep going
I need to fill my canteen
There’s nothing but sand everywhere
Sand and sun are all I’ve seen.
I’m so parched…I can barely move
Shap…feet are…hum fall
My arm…pur soi nop
Fop in siz…hot metal.
Pom bo…a pistol…lam bi
Tum…too weak to…
One day, watching a reddened evening sky
over the western horizon, it’s peculiar though,
a thought that is so preposterous suddenly came to my mind
and that was the earth is not revolving. Is it because the world was
too quiet? Or the world was too chaotic.
Once this absurd thought ran through my mind,
neither of those great names, Copernicus nor Galileo
bore weight on me and their heliocentric theory faded away
as well.
The papal absolution bestowed on Galileo after four century’s
long years of silence, to me, was not only the meaningless gesture of
such an arrogant God’s institution but was the subversion of God’s majestic power or it means that God was ousted from his throne and became subservient to his own creature, man.
After all, it can be said that then,
it was not because the earth revolved on its own axis, time flowed,
or the earth orbited the sun, seasons changed. But because I think
time flows, the time flows. I feel seasons change, the seasons change.
For my wildest notion came to this far I felt uneasy inside. I wanted to hear sound of passing clouds, I was keen on seeing winds pile up under my feet, in this utter stand-still-soundless world.
That is why I thought I should spin earth with all my strength,
though I was weak and flabby. I pushed earth leaning myself
against air, I pulled it, I tried to carry it on my back, but, alas, earth did not move.
I was, therefore, all run down, and that’s why I laid on the ground
staring at the sky and grumbled just like that cowardly Galileo muttered
while exiting from a sacred and inviolable court of the Inquisition after his recantation, “E pur si mouve”—[But it does not move!]
As I grumbled, I heard the sound of drifting clouds,
I saw flowing water resting on the corolla becoming clear dew,
I was stepping on the pile of fallen leaves blown by the passing winds. And even, before I was aware of them, I noticed that stars were twinkling in the darkening sky high above.
The Sixty-Four Rulers of the Yi Jing
When chieftains uncrowned yearn to be enthroned
They either give their daughters to princes
Or invite other chieftains and have them poisoned
Some choose the war-path without hindrances
And lose their lives wives their land masses
In days of yore we call smirk as dark ages
Today’s chieftains also own land masses
Stars with stripes pedigree business managers
Lawmen who make millions helped by judges
Generals in command of battalions
Through coup d’Etat fulfil ill-nursed grudges
All scions sired by pur sang stallions
Who won elections with money from banks
Or the pennies dropped by party members
All paths leaders take to the top while thanks
They give not to those who toiled to hoist masters
What may the difference be with then and now
One man still decides the fate of one’s country
No man can encompass all the know-how
Any man can lose cool and berserk thrash free
When the going gets tough under pressure
When vested interests pull tout azimuth
Is divine right a blessing rained down treasure
Or the servile mind’s habit of staying put
If sixty-four wise men ran a country
According to the dictates of the Yi Jing
The world will neither know war nor treaty
The future will be assured for every being
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Beatrice: Tu miri a la funestia de l'austeria
commistion de l'invidia e d'acerbe
quando crescer non vive e pur ingeria:
principia sono falde e non riserbe,
scienza che non impozza ma s'intenda
innesta a la puerizia unìce berbe;
così l'amplesso de' sofismi addenda
a 'l mondo la piètra ancora e rude,
e non liquor ch'accidia disincenda.
O altrove negasi qüelle drude
artefatte sentenze sanza cura
d'esser venène se non crude?
Ed esse cinte d'ingloriose mura
inspazia lo su' autor ne l'avvenire
non come munificio ma 'n usura;
per ciò che 'l suo miasma 'ntende aulire
intorno al pensier suo immaturo e marcio,
e assuono di sua sorditate benedire.
Ioàn: In nome de la tua spada disquarcio
onne mia dedizione pria diletta
se no da mia equità meco disarcio:
name mi sono appreso intra la letta
in che lo flume de 'l discorso rade
d'aver d'una rugiada l'aude umetta;
(Lat.absisto)astito da le mie false contrade
i' vegno a 'l primo freddo de 'l mattino
e sì novella possa mi pervade!
Beatrice: Ricorditi virtute è 'l tuo confino
ma 'n ella libertate a te è plenaria
e teco suggellar non può 'l destino.
Allora fa': di molte isquame acquaria
il laco de 'l tuo cuore mai diverso
d' amor che tutto 'nvita e seco invaria
e fé l'oceano sempre limpio e terso.
Allontanai l'immediato impugnando l'ira,
Remisi al vento l'aere sermo,
Onde nei lai l'afflato spira;
E l'eco fa al dolore schermo.
Nodrì la bocca maraviglia,
Attese il fiordo della gola;
Diluminò però le ciglia
Costui, che stando la speranza ruola.
Indifferente il viso nel sentiero,
In fede la meta che sia,
Come il corsaro in sovra del veliero,
Alla tempesta o inver del suo messia.
La spuma orla il calice,
L'ebrezza il suolo àlice:
Per quanto possa alcun fiumare
In sé, la foce non impluvia il mare.
La bolgia distendeva le sue braccia,
Nella frequenza, sempre la medesma,
Che se alla turba gaudio ne procaccia,
Arriva ai nove e d' essi non centesma.
Così discissi nel vano turgore
Dell'impressione ch'al cuore coarta
Tornare a cui lo mosse, il primo Amore,
In terra sol colà dove si apparta.
Ma non confessa quel l'affine
Ago alla meta che s'innava:
Pur non avendo questo il crine
Amor e il viso Invicinava.
Il giro come l'orbita sinuava,
Della quaterna compagnia ducata;
E il modo la timida amata
A me porgeva, e non tremava.
Il sonno ormai l'iridi agguata:
L'azzurro nel sogno s'inciela;
Come rifulge la mano posata,
Così quel sole cui la vista gela.
Perché ritrae lo spirito se anela
l'agire? e in esitare incanta,
mentre scolora del tempo la tela,
Che avria tramato- ed ora ammanta.
Beatrice: Riguardi verso l'omorose some
che alma ea portando e antitìpe
ne 'l loro esser oltraggio oltre l'addome.
Name 'ntelletto quivi arripe
ne la forma che vero 'l pari liga
per che solo l'aborto si concipe:
se diva terra aùrea e tu'l dispiga
temprar non dèi le pugna 'n sul tuo petto
s'appresso né incanala né s'irriga;
aliter se sì fosse amore infetto
indarno 'l serto suo saria ricerca
e daterebbe 'l suo natal difetto;
ma inver dissenna quei che merca
contra natura la pienezza buona,
mai da 'l neente ne 'l crear soverca;
e l'alta possa cree per sé detrona
lenocinando seco sua superbia
e ragione no 'l guida ma fandona.
Colui avvalla da te nel diverbia
vocato da lo Spirto paraclito:
ch' in un spirìa ed empio annerbia.
Non molcia 'l tuo giudizio 'l sol candito,
ch'anco ad amaro 'nsieme inorcia
il saccaro, e dispiace quando adìto.
Ioàn : Madonna ad orizzonte meco scorcia
ceruleo ondar che 'n ciel s'ammuta,
però di' se traligno o pur m' attorcia.
Nessun limite diere quel ch'imbruta,
nel vizio l'alma o de le membra 'n lena:
come che sia da urano distatuta.
Ne la crisale eruca sempre insena
ma nobis umiltate amor fenicia
l'ala per che non l'abbia di falena.
Funesta quella prole che ne 'nficia
con l'atto suo de l' unimento
l'ubèrta de 'l terren con edificia:
con lor moneta conia 'l tradimento
inver de la beltà e 'nver de 'l gioco
e non conoscon frutto ma cemento;
ma per chi ne l' affetti è tanto roco
niuna compassione 'l refrigeria
e puote ben caldarsi ne 'l suo loco.
For Mac Henry Imafidon
Foxes have no cave to lay
but here I spread like a clay
I have very few to love
beside the springs of Dove
May we always remember
we may not be among the members
May we always remember
even before their mothers
Tell them that brve it most
They would live to see the cost
Upon a teethless arrant
Tomorrow shall tell of pur warrant
You glowlike my heart
The truth shall be seen in your art
Wait, look and see
I have made you a Rose
Our heartbeats, soulmates
Our soul giver, soul providers
May we always remember
that tomorrow has something to remember.
©John Chizoba Vincent
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