Best Purveyor Poems
At times when the night glows so dark
And dawning too rises clouding the arc
Be the street lamp ceaselessly bright
Be the candle with halo of angelic light
When travails of life flood teary eyes
And forlorn hearts pulse in sullen cries
Be the echo of solace from hills divine
Be the hymn of grace tolling in shrine
Where guns of war embroil, stilling time
And lives struggle on impassable climb
Be not the one among callously supine
Be not voice of unsung to meekly resign
Hear homeless-bawl on troubled streets
Feel the discordant wail of hunger beats
Be the day that glistens hope of sunshine
Burn brightly the flame of love genuine
Be a mighty pillar to plight of the weak
Be a luminant purveyor on blight bleak
Be the omnipresent twinkle of stellar sign
Be the eternal glory of ubiquitous shine
April 14, 2021
Writing prompt-shine-poetry contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Miles in a coaster, a day and hours elapsed,
Felt the utmost relief when the whirling wheels halted;
So weary and dizzy, even a smile seemed so hideous
But an in peace slumber I desperately craved for;
Eyes wide-opened at the chirping of euphonious birds,
Stirred myself with hankering for the glimpse of exquisite village,
But still a dawn blanketed in frosty mist, sight diminished,
I’d only steal the blurry scene of Tang valley;
An hour after, when the glorious sun showed its perky visage,
Outside I stood relishing the splendor of the hamlet
And savoring the icy breeze wafting underneath my nose
With succulent aroma from the Mother Nature;
Amidst undulating hills and mountains down lay a quiet place,
So called Tang enclosed by rich vegetation and iridescent river
That embellishes the heavenly place superfluously picturesque,
Enticing all man into the blissful homeland of Tang Valley;
Houses clustered and down beneath the farmyard,
Divine school stands with its pride upheld
And hallowed veneration anyone would esteem,
It is so-called Tang Central School elevated of late;
Established in 1965, primary to middle since last year,
Now shines the school proud and gratified of its new recognition
As the central school bestowed with prerogatives and autonomy,
And concurringly, rejoicing its Golden Jubilee in eons;
Postures upright like inert figurines in a park,
Crescendo of unripe singsong voices spring at eight and thirty,
Crooning the sincere words of praise and homage to Tsa-Wa-Sum
That infuses the all hearts with never like joie de vivre;
A trickle of erudite whizzes and astute greenhorns
Gathered deep delved into a bond of kinship with no antipathy,
But an unremitting fondness amongst solicitous brethren-
A purveyor of ecstasy as its depiction I call for the beautiful home.
a purveyor of pretend promises
duplicitous diatribe
fountains of false forecasts
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April 22nd 2017
SOME MEN
Some men were born to follow,
Some men were born to lead.
And some men take their pleasure
From the people that they bleed.
But this man was born to wonder
About all there is to see,
I lust not for power
For love will set you free.
Life is energy,
Time the conveyor.
Man is an animal,
Divine the purveyor.
Some men look for glory
In the wars that they breed.
Some men want a pound o’ flesh
From everyone they meet.
Some men will horde money
To fill an emotional need.
Some men choose words of steel;
A lesson never heeded.
Energy is life.
Truth is pure.
Man’s life will end
But the spirit endures.
A single poppy blooms by the lake shore.
I can tell you how it came to be there.
Oh, I did not plant it, or give it care.
I knew the man who did and what it’s for.
Some men builders, others are destroyers.
Destroyers identified by this trend,
Nothingness and loneliness at life’s end.
Self-indulgence is their life’s employer.
Just such a man was the poppy planter.
A purveyor of anger, hate, and smoke.
Life revolved around just another toke.
To all God’s wisdom he did recanter.
Nothing he planted in life ever grew.
Selfish, unstable, and always unable,
To love anyone more than his own fable,
Which he spewed out incessantly on cue.
A lone poppy blooming on a lake shore.
A single flower signaling there’s hope.
God can breathe life to places remote.
Destroyers don’t win, the builder restores.
"Temperance Tarot"
in the mystical ream of tarot card prediction
painted canvas figurines proclaim Future depiction
a magical illusion holding phenomenal accuracy
revealing journeys to follow eluding to great Destiny.
the Major Arcana cards are chosen in sequential reading
the Quotent visualizes a goal or dream heart is feeding
the Temperance Tarot indicates harmony and peace
self-control and balance providing disruptions cease.
an Angel-like female represents this card so cherished
pouring liquid one to one in ancient vessels non-perished
a perfect choice to quell the fates in upright position
but, if reversed, be prepared for domestic admonition.
in the misty aura surrounding elements of Tarot divination
the sign of Sagittarious embraces Temperance in manifestation
spiritual essence gathers to comfort and console
should quarrels and domestic strife be apparent to cajole.
belief in meaning of the Tarot dek is different for each purveyor
occult is a world of truths to experienced medium conveyors
establishing a precedent to understand this method madness
creates a new horizon when all else fails to bring gladness.
dabbling into strange new entities uncover bold extensions
philosophy and psychic crafts invade unique dimensions
but be assured if you decide to dwell beyond the odds
Temperance is a healthy companion and will not anger 'the gods'.
*For Tracie's Tarot Card Contest.
*Nov. 12, 2012.
An unavoidable state is the disorder
of entropy
Cosmic matter is hurtling there with
unseemly velocity
All heavenly bodies seen in the galaxy
Have a date with entropy historically
Entropy is working even for you
When the mirror confirms lines more
than a few
Entropy has a place for each cosmic
speck
The horse called Gravity is the purveyor
on the trek
In time all will be tossed in a black hole,
atoms to rearrange
Where endless recycling begins
into another Big Bang
A Passel of People Participated from all Portions of the nation.
The Purpose - To Promulgate the Pickle Pickers and Packers Association!
Parsimonious President Dill Presented a Pretty Powerful oration,
To Pitch a Passionate Plan for their Prestigiious organization!
Picker seminars Provided Pertinent Particulars for Participants,
Pertaining to the Proper Pampering for Perpetuating Pickle Plants.
Packer Panels Propounded ways to Perfect Professional Panache,
For Packing dills and gherkins Perfectly so that they dare not smash!
A blue-ribbon Panel Picked the Pickle Princess in all her Persnickety Pomp.
A working Party Picked the Pickle Prince and his Pompous aide-de-camp!
A Patron Provided a Plastic Plaque for the Pickle Picker of the Year.
A Packer won a Prize as top Pickle Purveyor, the Pinnacle of his career!
A quorum was needed but a Passel of People were Pickled in the Pub.
The President was Perturbed, not easily Placated, there in lay the rub!
A Plethora of Pixilated Pickers and Packers Presently repaired,
Protesting that they were Prepared to vote, not in the least impaired!
It was Paramount that the Proceedings not end on a sour note,
So the President Proclaimed a Positive quote for all to Promote:
"We must Project Professionalism and Perfection in great number,
As we Proudly Proclaim the Palatability of the Prosaic cucumber!"
"A Charming Quandary"
Pieces of thy heart
were fed to nourish thee
a charming quandary
seeks the purveyor
of all things seeking thee
inside the hungry
I Am
sits at a table
waiting for you
to take your seat
left or right
it does not matter which
the conversation
will be the same
what do you think of me?
The paths you had
to take to find me?
your chair waits
left or right
it does not matter which
you are not early
you are not late
two plates
at either seat
sides left or right
irrelevant, yet solely
two plates set for thee
Pieces of thy heart
were fed to nourish thee
a charming quandary
seeks the purveyor
of all things seeking thee
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
VI, 12.
1. As the sun (goes around) the heavens I have surrounded the race of the serpents. As night (puts to rest) all animals except the hamsa bird, (thus) do I with this (charm) ward off thy poison.
2. With (the charm) that was found of yore by the Brahmans, found by the Rishis, and found by the gods, with (the charm) that was, will be, and is now present, with this do I ward off thy poison.
3. With honey do I mix the rivers; the mountains and peaks are honey. Honey are the rivers Parushnî and Sîpalâ. Prosperity be to thy mouth, prosperity to thy heart.
VI, 77.
1. The heavens have stood, the earth has stood, all creatures have stood. The mountains have stood upon their foundation, the horses in the stable I have caused to stand.
2. Him that has control of departure, that has control of coming home, return, and turning in, that shepherd do I also call.
3. O Gâtavedas (Agni), cause thou to turn ill; a hundred way's hither shall be thine, a thousand modes of return shall be thine: with these do thou restore us again.
Puggily Smidgeburner always had trouble with his name
Bless her, his dear mother was totally to blame
She thought it would someday bring him great fame
Then one day Prettisome Guru he happened to meet
He thought a name as bad as his a tremendous feat
With great joy his new friend he was thrilled to great
The two friends decided to open a business together
“Puggily Prettisome & Co”, a purveyor of feathers
They were open rain or shine no matter the weather
As you might guess the business was a great bust
It seems the pair was allergic to the feathery dust
Now they’re making pies with a dill pickle crust…….
Here you stand accused of intimidation, degradation and defamation
Daily depreciation, mental extirpation exploitation and pontification
Demoralization, cutting down people short of castration or amputation
Being a ruthless purveyor of humiliation, frustration and devastation
We gave you undivided attention, dedication, devotion and ovation
What more did you want from us, a coronation? You’re an abomination
What possible justification for abuse equivalent to molestation
Is it any wonder out in the world, there’s daily confrontation and assassination
You left us nothing more than palpitation, indignation and now vociferation
Rightfully demanding an investigation resulting in sensitization, a little edification
We have ambitions of a civilization where thrives admiration and appreciation
A combination of inspiration, aspiration, dedication and compensation
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on March 7, 2018 for contest RHYME BATTLE X: SHOWDOWN sponsored by JULI-MICHELLE - RANKED 1ST
Scorn is my aim,
It is my hope for salvation.
This was never real! Never!
it was nauseatingly surreal
“Relationship” you called it,
“Abomination!” I say,
Twisting and teasing my yearning.
Inspiring my passion, my affection,
all to be foil for your mockery!
Expertly you made me suffer,
Tormenting me! Torturing me!
Turmoil !!
OH God! To my soul and further!
to the soul of my soul,
to my inner soul… turmoil!
Tramp, Harlot, vampire of
the innocent bloom of desire.
Igniter of inextinguishable flames,
Purveyor Of lust and the Profane,
I curse you!
still, this said…
in my mouth, I still taste you
in my nostrils, I still smell you
my fingertips, remember you.
My heart, Oh God! my Heart, it
wants free of my chest!
It bangs at my chest this betrayer!
My whole body betrays me!
I want it torn away
tare it Away from me!
Tare my body away!
It is more hers then mine anyway.
Leave my naked soul to drown in the eithers
Of bodiless breathless slumber
un-encumbered, un-infested, un-tainted.
Anything, Anything, I say
Anything that will pull her out of me,
I will do
You liar, you bamboozler,
You never, ever loved me!...
You were my cherished, my forever
my bitter, my sweet, my tender
passions temptress.
But, In vain…In Vain,
all my attempts In vain… and sadly
if I were Breathless, and bodiless,
I would love you still.
written For Delilah Ventura dictionary fun contest 11/13/2012
Debauched, extortionate and inconstant
was the knavish and foul mercenary?
The perfidious praetorian reprobate
was a venal unscrupulous slug.
Debased in character and depraved in spirit
this purveyor of evil tended to his wicked ways.
Morally spoiled, he was a putrid putrescent
and an aberration to integrity.
Nefarious and tainted in character,
he infected the soul.
Treacherous and two-faced,
underhanded and unethical,
debased and unprincipled,
this snide poor excuse to humanity
defined the meaning of "corruption."
Watching and waiting
Nothing happens;
Until just now
Trade buzz
Money changing hands;
Bazaar commotion
Old shophouses
Newly renovated;
Brisk traffic parades
Corner cafe
Stray conversations;
Small talk overhead
Spring time blossoms
Yunnan, China journey;
Leftover memories
Midday siesta
Groggy with fatigue;
Day dreams of old China
Humid and hot sweat
Sun fires fiery fever;
Cold drink comforts
Noisy food court
Rush of lunch crowd;
Food salvation seekers
Fashionable retail
Branded goods purveyor;
Peacock feathered nuances
Welcome now
Our store promises plenty;
If you've got dough
Face after face
We measure our lives;
Sales offers escalate
Leon Enriquez
19 June 2014
Singapore
Negativity Horn Haiku
"A proclivity
For much negativity;
Need civility."
James Thomas Horn
Purveyor of Philosophy
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Poetry Soup should have all of their poems available in verbal form
at same time. In that way you could hear your own poem.