Best Pure Poems
I am just a country boy at heart
mustang free wild at spirit
Awakening to the bliss birds singing love piercing into a soul
Treasure gem in the promised land
dewdrops are falling rubbing them into my fingers
wind breathing her voice whispers silver
I hold so much love deep inside for you
stroking gently as it touches softly
your one amazing woman to me
sweetly inside the land of milk and honey
touching finger caress in the morning sun
Golden dreams in her I smile rising queen of the east
To she who bows me humble
so full of grace inside treasure deeply smiling
Then as I look across the mountains
captured in deep thoughts within beauty wow
White clouds in the sky racing to dreamland
darling hop on the magic carpet
whisked away in a breathless heartbeat
I fall away into a distant dream starstruck paradise Shangri-la
garden of eden your my seventh heaven love
never have I tasted such a fine fruit
paradise walking with you is to wonderland
hand in hand we will dance together sweetheart
in never-never land forever and always our love
you darling are heaven on earth
illusion of a rainbow falling rich
baby I found my pot of gold
your all the riches this man needs in the heart
Darling with you I can see a great vision
together in the great golden cased thoughts
us two at the pearly gates of heaven
now your my dream smiling angel of delight
Enchanting deep forest sparkling magical dew
Vision of beauty takes to clouds in silver lining
Star lighting vision dancing with the shadows
Rainbow skies set to light mist of cool rain
And the warmest thoughts of you my Dear Love!
You are so very beautiful and precious My Darling
Behind the mirror your soul sings soothingly so
Stirring hotly emotional feelings and passions afire
How the passion burns the flower of flowers so rare
Regal crowning desires petals touching so softly My Dear!
Silken lips purse blushing one rose holding bright
Sunshine beams inside warm fingers of light touch
Stroking hair gently halo radiating chords deeply dance
Looking into jewels of a treasure gem shines so exquisitely
Gifted I am to have met your beautiful soul and You Too!
Over and over my heart skips beats when we caress and kiss
Beams jumping over the moon silver whispers wonderful so
Silently making love to you in every single thought of mine
Hot sexy kissing and so sensual in every inch nibbling softly
Within the deepest love inside loving you forever My Love!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 25, 2014)
(Free Verse)
Help me, oh Lord,
The soul you have entrusted me with,
As pure as possible to Thee,
With
My last breath, to surrender!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 March 2015
Sang like a whippoorwill, up high on a hill
Played trumpet like Satchmo, with panache and skill
To watch that man tap-dance, gave even Gregory Hines a thrill
As Ella Fitzgerald told us, 'Sammy's pure talent' distilled
November 07, 2019
Your Favorite Artist Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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Notes:
1. See 'The Birth of the Blues,' (movie) c. 1955, b & w,
to view Sammy's exceptional singing, trumpet
playing, and tap-dancing ability. (4:39 clip)
2 See 'Tap,' (movie clip) 1981, to view Gregory Hines,
a remarkable tapper himself, in awe of Sammy's
(and his friends') tap-dancing.
3 See clip of 'Ed Sullivan Show,' 1964, (3 minutes,
27 seconds) to see Ella introduce Sammy as 'pure
talent,' and then to view their incredible jazz singing.
I try to avoid the pending pain
It's impossible, like trying to stop rain
Issues surround me everywhere
Creating a harsh reality of fear
It's not about not having faith inside
It's just a trap with no-where to hide
A place where answers can't be found
A place with lack of nature around
Some changes never experienced before
At the same time standing on a falling floor
Health falters, striking poorly any given day
Plodding forward, multi-tasking is the only way
My courage is in what I can try to cure
My love will grow from anything left pure
Heidi Sands
6/3/23
POTD: 6/5/23
Written: January 03, 2025
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What we love,
we’re bound to fear,
Caught in the gloom current of our making.
How else could we hear the percussion of our pulse?
It calls in whispers,
shadowed promises,
And I turn—too prompt to hide
the sting of familiarity fangs sinking deeper.
Half-dreaming through scattered zip codes,
Tied to the capricious moon’s glow,
eons waking to the same sun
Revealing scars as orbs on my skin.
Love reclaims its throne,
a sovereign of full-time,
unmasking secrets,
a labyrinthine dance.
Mankind seeks dominion, and takes it all by brute force..
we took the trees, to have roads, companies and buildings all in a rush...
we mined for gold , not caring the cost..
looking back we realize we should have taken another course..
for every tree cut, another should have been planted of course!
we didn't do that, and so the forests got sparse,the soil got coarse..
beautiful cities emerged, wow! who would have thought?!
with them however, man got spoilt,
we stopped walking, and in came the cars,those were classy, but they came with emissions and noise.
Hahaha, the ozone layer gets burned..
even light bulbs emit spurts,
now the sun shines ,not to warm, but to scorch..
The rains come to nourish our crops and then take our houses with flood..
Enough !
Now we must retrace our steps, and chart a new course..
we must plant a tree for everyone we cut..
no more indiscriminate burning let each waste/refuse be properly disbursed..
we must opt for alternative energy resource..
let us keep mother-earth as much as we can,Green , rich and Pure.
God knows each heart that walks the streets, and then,
each sense of guilt caught up in false pretense.
How not to spend a tear at their expense
How do we not reflect what might have been
if circumstance had never been a friend?
If fate or chance might change the future, hence?
Their shoulders hunched, against cruel wind, intense.
Poor scavengers, who some call useless men
will migrate streets, in hopes for scraps of food.
A crumb, a nickel, dime, a place to find
A shelter dry, when frost of night is nigh.
And now I travel home, perhaps to brood
on cruelty of life that bodes unkind
to some. I cannot eat,...tonight I cry.
~
5/5/14
Miltonic Sonnet: For Contest
Resubmitted for Brian Strand's Contest: Mid August Premiere 8/11/18
Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Learning His lessons at last
The past must die as the past
The future must never exist
So let the fates turn and twist
No time to berate and bemoan
Each instant is ever on loan
Right now is the now or never
Nothing but God lasts forever
***Inspired by Robert Frost's poem "Nothing Gold Can Stay"
Sumitted for: The contest sponsored by Jerry T Curtis
Enchanting deep forest sparkling magical dew
Vision of beauty takes to clouds in silver lining
Star lighting vision dancing with the shadows
Rainbow skies set to light mist of cool rain
And the warmest thoughts of you my Dear Love!
You are so very beautiful and precious My Darling
Behind the mirror your soul sings soothingly so
Stirring hotly emotional feelings and passions afire
How the passion burns the flower of flowers so rare
Regal crowning desires petals touching so softly My Dear!
Silken lips purse blushing one rose holding bright
Sunshine beams inside warm fingers of light touch
Stroking hair gently halo radiating chords deeply dance
Looking into jewels of a treasure gem shines so exquisitely
Gifted I am to have met your beautiful soul and You Too!
Over and over my heart skips beats when we caress and kiss
Beams jumping over the moon silver whispers wonderful so
Silently making love to you in every single thought of mine
Hot sexy kissing and so sensual in every inch nibbling softly
Within the deepest love inside loving you forever My Love!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 25, 2014)
(Free Verse)
George Clooney ….
Smothered in rich dark melted chocolate
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Jan Allison
1st February 2015
Some feelings are beyond explanation
There's billions of people on earth
So why is one soul so attracted to another
Like they feel they're gonna burst
Most have surely known this feeling
At least once during their life
A feeling of an overwhelming attraction
That takes you to the highest heights
For those who haven't experienced it yet
Believe me, it's beyond description
There aren't any words in the english language
To describe it since it's very inception
So instead, let's call this amazing feeling
A four letter word known to all
It's love, pure love, that describes it best
But why say, in love we fall
To me it raises us to the highest heights
Like riding a moonbeam each night
Nothing surpasses this divine sensation
Most delightful of all delights
© Jack Ellison 2014
Wise Grandfather Shaman,
I am pure of Heart,
I bathe beneath the Moon,
and dry beneath the Sun,
I listen to the Wind,
I run with the Deer,
I hunt with the Wolves,
I fish with the Eagles and Hawks,
I ride with the Wild Paints,
And roam with the Buffalo,
I grow with Grandmother Tree,
Ever learning from her Wisdom,
I am skilled in Warrior Ways,
A strong Hunter,
A compassionate Listener,
A patient Tracker,
I have gathered with the other women,
Contributing to our tribes growth and strength,
I leave no tracks of moccasins in the soft clay,
My heart is pure,
And I wish to continue my journy,
Wise Grandfather Shaman,
Allow me to enter your lodge,
I will smoke from the sacred pipe,
My heart is pure.
Music was always my great love
throughout all my years of living
having liked many types in that time
even although I couldn't really sing
In the past decade of time
I've really loved classical so much
it's a music that reaches to the depth
to effecting the heart with slightest touch
To think I loved punk in seventies
never believed I would change to this
but classical covers such a span
of emotional moods full of bliss
My favourites cover many types
from violin, harp and cello
to clarinet, flute and guitar
some up tempo to others more mellow
It's such a treat to sit quietly
to listen to a classic piece
reading my favourite poetry
such unity entwined wish never cease
Episode 1
Enter Fire Ball
Can I help being curvaceous and bold,
Or so I’ve been told,
Can I help it, if I get a visual massage,
Daily compliments, in fact a barrage!
I was born a beauty, and to only preen
Always to be seen as pristine!
In fact I’m an absolute sensuous tease,
Who flirts and sways as does a breeze,
Can I help looking like a Hollywood star,
Does all the above sound somewhat bizarre,
Do I come from Planet Venus afar,
Of course yes,
I’m looking for my man from Mars,
They say he’s behind bars,
But I am a new superhero
Who journeyed to Planet Earth from the age zero,
My beauty computed to blind and bedazzle,
Humans who try to stop me, fry to a frazzle,
My name in comic books, if you know your stuff,
Is Fire Ball, outrageously dangerous and tough,
It was Planet Venus’s dream,
Though somewhat extreme,
That I turn every prison guards’ head,
It was written, and is widely known and said,
That I would come, to free my man from his hell,
On Planet Earth’s cell,
I have been mentored for this, since I was sweet sixteen,
I’m magnificently exquisite, but bad and mean,
My orders to free my hero and take him back to Mars,
As he sits behind iron bars,
His strength, has been seeped and taken away
By humans, who will rue that fateful day!