Best Pure(A) Poems
I am a silent movie,
a corny melodrama
played in black and white
with an observable flicker.
A little tramp
accompanied by ragtime piano.
You are pure A-list
Technicolor,
Dolby digital
THX, IMAX laser,
Oscar winner
3D blockbuster.
And yet you love
me.
Written 26 Apr 2020
A tortured love abides deep in her heart
A love intense and strong, fearless and brave
A love demanding all and not a part
A love that must descend down to her grave
It is a love that bears not rivalry
A love so pure, a love devoid of doubt
It is a love that thrives on constancy
A love that chases all contenders out
With heavy heart that longs for such a love
In flow of passion’s tide she seeks to swim
She cries out to her God who reigns above
And yet there is no sign, her hope is dim
She will not live her life in tortured time
And so she hopes for death, relief sublime
Jade
The innocence in your eyes.
Adversity and animosity, together were your constant companions
A heart bleeding, disillusioned by deception, and finally abandoned
Enemies betrayed you, plotting and scheming you felt so surrounded
Until the day that I met you, and rescued you with my love unbounded.
Enmity and selfishness continue masquerading in a synchronized disguise
But when I see the innocence in your eyes, I´m not fooled by all their lies
Now we´re bonded by love in a world full of corruption and despair
It warms my heart and soul just knowing that you are always there.
The more I know you, the more I see in you a childlike innocence of purity
Joined as we are, as one, we rejoice unitedly in a life of simplistic serenity
The innocence in your eyes are like a beacon of hope to sailors on stormy seas
Drawing me in ever closer with every glance, your eyes keep begging me please.
A love that´s pure, a love that´s clean, that shines brightly like the noonday sun
Defending the truth with sincere hearts beating as one ...a new day has begun.
John Derek Hamilton
March 08,2016
A stronger man inside true faith
he will always turn the other cheek
in the end
Our precious Lord and Heavenly Master
He received 5480 blows to honor his wounds we pray
not executing vengeance as it carries so much hate
such dark power destroys a soul
Take a good look at the world as is
greed eating out all good In darkness
Love is so pure a light
one look at its full
whole embracing pureness
dazzling we all will bow
Meek and gentle lambs kissing
we will kneel humble at our Creators feet
Our hearts tell us what is right in the end
happiness we all truly seek
God's justice not mans to carry out
From deep slumber, I trail away
Where the yellow moths and poppies sway
And sunbeam pours crimson gold,
On meadows burnished since time of old:
It is here that jaybirds decked in fresh reds
Whistle dreamy tunes like morn's newly weds,
That lingering treetops stand aside
As nightscape hooks me for a ride.
For the wind is pure, a calm it achieves
Displaying the glory of leaves---
So maiestic is this place...I tread
Like a hundred years have dawned and fled!
Pure, a virgin
Smelling of light,
Softest light,
Playing on shadows,
Hovering on the pines,
Inspiring, stirring,
Hoping…
Life mellows,
As the sun softens
The heart, the soul
Lays dazzled,
Frazzled,
On the edge of insanity,
Boasting of hurts,
In shadows…
Pure, a virtuous thought,
Sentiments of light,
Poured out on the truth,
Light, portrayal
Of faith, blended with grace,
Memories fading…
Life ages,
The heart, the soul,
Trembling in shadows,
Sands soft, shallow
Seas, tossing liquid,
Urgent to be,
A piece of the peace,
Inside the maze…
Shadows fade…
Just fade.
MY SECRET RIVER
~~~~~~~~~~
Its source some distance from its end, highlands.
A little trickle meanders a mile.
Pure, full of many forms of life, no fish!
Now babbles over rocky ground, the brook,
widening, now with banks, sticklebacks, the fish.
Water still pure, a stream has formed, o joy.
Its banks not high, festooned with flowers, joy.
Now some miles from its source in the highlands.
A sunny summers day, the stream with fish,
high banks, kingfishers nesting every mile.
Faintly, on calm days, hark the babbling brook.
Approaching river size, otters swim with fish.
Still growing, flowing fast, the herons fish.
Through wonderland, glades and glens, total joy!
From a trickle to sticklebacks, a brook.
The stream now some ten miles from the highlands,
river now formed, splendour, mile after mile!
Rapids, mini falls, salmon, what a fish!
Aquatic life amazing, birds and fish.
Anglers banned, this river no strife for fish!
A wildlife sanctuary, a smile a mile,
how I wish wildlife could smile their joy.
Walked its length, the sweet call of the highlands.
Several miles upstream, distant is the brook.
Its source a memory, likewise the brook.
The stickleback such a dainty, cute fish,
must move downstream, cold the winter highlands.
All memories for me, the birds and the fish!
Fishing with just a worm, much childhood joy.
Frail now, lucky if I can walk a mile.
Collect smiles in my camera, mile on mile.
My favourite smile, the babbling tiny brook,
gurgling, rapping, o so full of joy.
Then I remember, salmon, what a fish,
its leaping rapids, such power in a fish.
Tonight again I'll dream the highlands.
The highlands, many secret trickle mile,
some fish were found in the cool babbling brook.
The fish found downstream o what pure joy
Always a smile ambassador of light beams
forever inside joy escapes in silent tongues
a gentle whisper blows kisses from these soft lips
in each others company love is perfect
Sovereign ruling commands within the beholders eyes
always will be a sharing devotion
kissing under the moonlight cradle
smiling shadows join when holding each others hands
Precious binding union stands powerful as our souls mate
with faith held in your words they sing out one kindred tune
into each others eyes hope glistens platinum through the sparkle
diamond joining each others dreams through jewels true magic gleams
Shines pure a marriage under one circle love when complete
forever young and ageless, like a star yes awestruck
one star that forever winks chanting an angel vision once held
blinding beautiful shooting magic into very breath gasping
You are the best breathless trailing sparkles
enchanting all candle light dazzling supreme
with you I feel warmly embraced deeply touched
as the queen enters standing tall before these eyes
Sweet romance blossoms blowing darkness to the wind
shining beautiful always crowns one rose in your smile lawless
without words safely guarded within a big loving heart
crying out inside one wish to wipe away each and every teardrop
Happiness serves a pleasure having the purity of spirit in always sharing
in the same winds that howls through corridors which echo a place
inside the heart ruling supreme in the palace stands a regal dream this vessel
sweetly sails into the rising sun golden crowning kneels kisses your lily white hand
(Unrhymed Quatrain)
Fifty six years of woodworking our crafts of life together
There were sacrifices and triumphs
Three little dreams ago our life became complete
Then the sands of time emptied for you
Now I sit and ponder my decisions
Scared they were wrong; lost in grief for you.
Some days are harder then others
My surroundings remind me of how much I miss you
Can't get distracted, won't stay busy, thoughts cascade across my tears.
A love so pure A heart so hurt
I know he is going to take care of you
As you take care of us from the lights of heaven.
I love you always and forever seventy-five years to the day my sweet angel of the sky.
For Mother and Wife.
I am the ginger brown of the Egyptian,
The blackness of the Sudan.
I am the beauty to which the birds sing,
I have the supremeness of the mighty lion.
I am the Orchid that adorns the Nile,
And the brightness of shimmering stars.
I am the nomad who travels the Sahara,
I am known throughout the lands afar.
I am akin to the American Indian, Asians,
Africans and Europeans the same.
And yet here I am lost inside my country,
Where no one recognizes my name.
My skin is so pure, a pecan brown,
Blessed with beauty by God aplenty.
And some try to call me only black,
And say I am not akin to any.
Yet I am the golden brown of the desert
And I have the sweetness of the Nile
I am the beauty of Africa’s jungles and flowers
For I was born natures sweet brown child
The Samurai warrior stands unassuming, quiet, and fits in to the background on any occasion,
Each month is a month of new life, gales rush and sound over the tops of trees, he listens,
His life is one of wisdom and military education, he judges nobody but he protects innocence,
He respects all the seasons, the beauty of nature in all of its forms, a profound philosophy.
The rich cultivation of his disciplined spirit is a lifetime lesson, it has taught respect.
He watches as flowers show through the earth and wonders at their delicacy, a poetic beauty,
A true warrior treasures personal enlightenment, it is honed and is polished with refinement,
Enlightenment, watching pink cherry blossom in leafless trees, as nature provides everything.
Rich cultivation of the mind is expressed by his meticulous writings with skills of an artist,
His spring is spiritual, thick blossoms are pure a true joy, a China rose unfolds a red petal,
He lives an unwritten code of Bushido his values will never be comprised he is a man of honor,
And the true warrior holds loyalty and courage above all, he is veracious and has compassion.
Times in deadly combat does not take away compassion for the weak, the needy or the children,
A man of tempered steel, a man who would happily die for his cause, has a gentle simple life,
In a wood on a kind day, meditating on a warm rich river bank, the trickling water is peace,
The Samurai has respect for life, humility is the sign of power, a power through submission,
These hard won gifts, balance the Samurai warrior, he has a passion for philosophy, integrity,
As words can hurt others he carefully chooses what to say, when to say, each word is guarded,
To these men of few words, each word is a powerful statement and they do not abuse this power,
It's difficult to get them to talk, they will ask questions and they listen, then they advise.
Beneath sullied cloth, hastily covered
chain of seashells nestled
soundless, threads of an old story.
Your eyes, beneath lashes that catch
snow—I see the deep blue
sea of Junlado,
waves shining grey before the setting sun.
What are you doing here in the frozen north?
You came from seashores
cherry blossoms raining upon
your brown upturned face
dreaming of another world, you beautiful fool.
There is no other world when we
all suffer beneath endless winter.
Pity, a sweet face lined and streaked;
I watch it as you pour wine.
I, merely a wanderer
in rags, as we all are.
But I am strong, dear child.
Let me not see those purest tears
forming, unforming within
sinless eyes—
what are you doing here?
Go back
Go back to your land.
Swim, there, forget, in the bluegrey
Let joyful pearls make pure a salty sea.
We all suffer, but
you
at least
deserve to go back.
AWELEWA
(Beauty Lord)
Mojirola Amoke Orekelewa Omidan
Her beauty struck every creature
Like the camellic evergreen Flowering shrub.
Aponbepore Arewa Oleyinju Ege
Her allure utter chamomile of
Peace and pure love
Who then can deny not seeing her
When she majestically pass by?
Ajanaku koja mori nkan firi
Who can deny not seeing her?
You are the dew that beautify
The most adorable rose of life
Awelewa Omidan jo jen ma ba e lo
Ife re ni n pami bi oti elemi meje
Eyin enu re funfun ni n dami lorun
Eyin oju re ni n lami laya
Ibadi Ileke re lo n wu mi
Her charming Orisabunmi
Hairstyle makes men go crazy
Eni okunri ri ti o ni bi eleyi o je
Aya eni a si je ale eni
Beauriful lord of beauty
Tell Osun laketi the godess of
Beauty that you are the Beauty lord
Voice out to Yemoja godess of ocean
That you got the natures beauty
Inform Obatala the god of purity
That your beauty is as pure a honey
Speak it to Ogun god of iron that
Your beauty shakes the world
Dont forget to inform Sango god
Of thunder that your beauty strike
Down the gaze of men
Opolopo eye lowa laye amo eye Okin lo rewa ju,
Amidst Womanhood you are differ
Omoge oreke lewa, omode tofi gbo Gbo ara sin gbere oge, oreke lewa Oloju ede, mio kuku dubule aisan
Sebi aree ife re lo mumi, ife re npa
Mi bi oti onirawo meje, jowo se
Temi. Mo nife re, jowo se temi
I cherish you most as a woman
Mofe fi e se aya Mofe fe o nisu loka
Mofe gbe o niyawo.
© Adedamola Quadri Adeniyi
All Right Reserved 2016
Born a soul into a vessel of life
Innocent and pure a spirit riding its ship
The maiden voyage launches without major strife
Where will it guide ones wondrous trip?
The path of night or path of day?
Traveling along every twist and turn
Is it the path where all its dreams lay?
For what end destiny does the heart yearn?
Guiding forces often push one down unintended trail
Heavy burdens carried on vessel’s back
Guideposts and lurking shadows do not avail
Waiting weather and hidden beasts do attack
Sherpas help keep vessels moving along
Opening canopy signals the right way
Guiding vessel toward the summit where it does belong
Vistas become available with the light of day
All senses absorb the astounding view
Site, sound and touch are at their peak
Framed portraits both old and new
While embracing the ultimate destination you seek
By: Richard J. Long
December 2011
What has Nature to teach us in regards to the Soul?
They were and are always there and here and just are.
uncreated, unworldly Light, brighter than brightest star.
too complex for our proud little minds to fathom.
The Person of the Almighty Father, the Generator always was and will be,
The Person of the Son, Mirror, Word of the Father, and always will be.
The Person of the Spirit, the Sigh of Love between the Two .
These are the Persons of One God who are Three.
There was a man who did not and would not believe,
who could blame him; in a world set to deceive.
He believed in a God perhaps but not that Christ was His Son,
he saw God in Nature; of Christ’s church he would have none.
his family believed and that was alright with him.
he stayed home to watch nature: That was no sin.
Before all we know that was, there was Love,
So Pure a Love that we as mere humans cannot know,
Such palpable Joy and abundant Life They wished to share.
in Each Other They knew as God what They would do.
and it came to be. A Divine opportunity for you and me.
to share in that Wholesomeness of Life and Love.
to be created in His Image with intellect and will.