Best Rare Breed Poems
I
knew a Tiger
who swam with dolphins
along the razor’s edge
and
meditated with a yellow bird
under his honey’s tree
in a west coast garden.
A
rare breed
from an indigenous
creed.
His
poetic wisdom
written with
zen.
He
sung his songs
in syllables:
5-7-5 and 5-7-5-7-7.
His
beloved’s last kiss
left him fragrant roses
when she crossed over.
Where
did our
Windwalker
go?
Lava
beads, sky lanterns,
and a beautiful
rainbow.
Is
he crying with Coyotes
to the moon or on
heaven’s Windswept Shore?
I
knew a Tiger
who walked
with the wind.
by Berteena
Harmony of the Soul
PoetrySoup Poem of the Day - January 29, 2019
A shades poet, writing in blacks quailed ink,
Expressing emotions by a poetic pallet of diversity,
On a canvas rainbow bursting forth across the
Horizon at dawns first light.
Imaginations dream seeker, walking amongst
The clouds, in heaven's meadows above.
Inspiration's muse, she'll never realize what
A simple comments pleasure, can give to
Lighten up someones day.
I've read eloquence's words placed upon the
Lab top screen before me, and felt tears sorrow,
Exhilaration’s heights of elevation.
Through her words of poetic thoughts placed
Within lines.
Getting to know another person, and so now
Calling her a friend.
We the bards are becoming a rare breed,
Unique each one of us, in our own ways,
But in retrospective similarities sharing the
Same traits and needs.
To write, to express, and use our intense
Imaginations, to take others along with us,
In a journey beyond physical limitations,
Beyond body and mind.
She calls herself Poet Destroyer, but in
Reality's truth, she is not destruction’s poetic
Slayer, but instead an angel of
Compassion helping those whom need guidance.
What is the meaning of life, I've heard this
Asked many times before?
My personal opinion to this question is
To make some kind of difference in this
World.
To touch another's persons life in some way,
Special,
Poet Destroyer you've touched mine,
And this is my way of saying thank you.
Happy Birthday to come my friend.
Always Cheri.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
I’m not like my cousins, I’m gentle you see.
I do all my living and eating from a tree.
I’m cute and I’m soft, but never should you touch.
A stuffed version of me would be loved very much.
A rare breed I am, I am special, they say.
So stop tearing down trees or I’ll go away!
I’m here for you now to gaze in wonder upon.
Know, I might go, due to things man has done.
So enjoy me for now and take pictures of me
As I eat this bamboo while sitting in this tree.
for my daughter Megan
I TRULY COME FROM “ A RARE BREED “
I am a woman who can follow, but I normally choose to lead.
For I am a phenomenal woman, Yesss indeed, I am a Rare Breed.
I wear many Hats and can be whatever it is you want or need me to be.
Never invisible, deliberate in all I do, in the open for all eyes to see!
I can be your Greatest Lover, or we can be the best-est of friends.
But screw me over and I can be your worst nightmare till the bitter end.
I am a woman that can encourage you and sweep you off your feet. But I can also be that woman that will cut you while you sleep.
I am that Diva with a smile, women seem to envy, while others just plain hate. Cause I can get “Turn-t Up”, have fun, and still be the lady who leaves with your Date!
I'm that soothing voice you hear when you come home after a long day all stressed.
With a hot bath, ready to rub you down, curl your toes, roll you over and let you rest.
If you get sick? I’ll nurse you back to health with some nice old fashion Chicken Soup. Serve ya Tea with honey, Rub Vicks on your chest, and handle the house all while you Re-coup.
I have no problem allowing a Man to be a Man, but this “All Men” must 1st Understand… A needy woman I am Not! I just desire the comforts of a Real Man. A man with a TRUE LIFE PLAN.
At times you’ll hear me Cussin, Fussin, R e a d i n g Folk and even throwing Fits.
Yet I still handle my Bizz! …. Cuzz Baby??? I am A L L L that and Bowl of GRITS!
But the rest of the times, I’m Calm, Patient and generally very Sweet. Always Grateful for God and Family, cause with them I know I Can’t be Beat!
Know Me
You only know me by what you see,
You are so distracted by my outer appearance that you cannot see me
We cannot believe what is seen by the naked eye to be true
We cannot afford to be deceived and fooled into thinking
Persecution leads to frustration, frustration caused by accusation
What will live in our hearts? Condemnation
We are more than curvaceous hips, luxurious lips, and beautiful bright eyes
Thick legs, long eye lashes and of course, those thighs
We are more than French nail tips, and high-heeled shoes
We are more than just hair, makeup, or weave
We are more than one can consume
We are women, a rare breed in deed
Carmel complexion, light skinned or dark
Cleaver, brilliant, vivacious women
Yes, we are actually smart
Associates degrees, bachelors, masters and more
We are business and homeowners owners and
We do collective bargaining on school boards
We are mothers, sisters, cousins and friends
Volunteers, prayer worriers and tend to act like your kin
We are aunts’ grandmothers and other mothers of those
Don’t have a mother? We stand in the gap for those
We are the connection that keeps the life of love in the hearts of everyone
We are global, spiritual, high-energy individuals, yet we are one
Did you know that everyone has an assignment?
We are a conglomerate of gifts and talents
We can be a source of powerful resource management
God has given us favor, integrity and grace
There’s no reason why we shouldn't be leading in excellence
Prosperity and blessings day to day
We are nurturers, caregivers, educators, and alike
Critical thinkers, pacemakers, trailblazers, we tend to be the light
We are no holds barred
We can do the unthinkable were unstoppable, the inevitable is possible
We are human, we are life, we breathe air, we are Christ like
We are not the weak or the lame
We are not designed to conform to societies games
You do not know me but only what you see
You are so distracted by my outer appearance that you cannot see me
Born into the family of seven
Handed over the last born baton
By the other descendants of the
Pa Noah “Mekolani Olajide’s” fame.
Her sojourn in life starts from
The far down “Sora”,
Sora to “Odo Alafia”
“Odo Alafia” to the West of “Oraborode”
“Oraborode” of “Odojomu”
“Odojomu” of “Ondo town.”
She shone like a million star in all.
“Ariyayosi” grew up eating the fear
Of the Lord as Breakfast.
Brave and Intelligent “Yemi Mekolani” alias
“Mama Ondo” leaves no stone unturned as
She prepares her self-discipline, hardwork
And cleaningness as Launch.
As charismatic and erudite “Pa Noah Olajide”
“Baistically” prepares “Aribabagbojule” Dinner
Meant to cushion the effect of
Ups and downs of life
All these in the Biblical Ark of Noah
Of the Pa Noah Olajide;s house.
No wonder the other kinsmen
I mean the six others of the Olajide
Strong Spiritual Siji
Innocent Innovative Iyabo
Fearless Fascinating Fisayo
Lanky Lively Lanre
Lenient Lawful Luwale
And of course
Faithful Famous Funmi ,
Gave her all the needed love to
Make her shone like a million star.
Aunty Rose went through the rigous of
Secretariat knowledge as part of the needed
Catalyst to catapult her to Queen Elizabeth palace
Right into the waiting hands of amiable Martins Babatunde
Martino, a loving and understanding husband
Has all it takes to thank God for giving him
A good wife, indeed a vessel unto honour.
The emergence of Sade Innocent,
Later Sade Ronik, now Manchester University
Was the needed tonic for quest for greener pasture.
The lovely wen-wen sound of a new born baby
That signaled Sade’s entrance was
Not enough to distract her focus.
Similola shone like a million star
Then comes the arrival of Saintly Sagacious Sayo
And ever Stylishly Shy Seye on stage.
For the lead cast role has Scientific Splendid
Sade at the back of the stage.
As a Sister, she is a rare gem
As a Wife, she is rare breed
As a Friend, she is a rare specie
As a Confidant, she is a rare seed
As a Teacher ,she is a rare scroll
As a Mother, she is a rare plant.
Alayande Stephen .T
August 10th,2005
7.30am
Packaged for my Aunty’s Birthday in London
Its was one of my earliest poem, hence, the
Colloquial usage in the poem.
My crush is of a rare breed,
A day without me makes her heart bleed
She's of a special twist,
She can't go a day unkissed
She's hardly a normal girl,
Her colour's extremely dull
Her nails are are pointed like a needle,
Too much for me to handle
Her hands are as soft as a baby's buttocks,
She caresses me and never stops
Her eyes, red like pepper,
She's the reason I'll live long and prosper
Her name is Kenyangi,
Though she prefers to be called Winnie Nwagi.
Good stand up comedians are a very rare breed
That's why this guy stands out, hilarious indeed
He's Brian Reagan
A fantastic comedian
His humour is unusual and totally unique
© Jack Ellison 2015
He joins the league of the oldest continuous civilization
and keeps three out of every five of the globe’s underground crude.
Typified by a way of life resting on three luxurious pillows
and the system of most of its homes void of tables and chairs.
But a little cruel, he is to his helpless womb bearers
as is he alongside three other friends a leading trader of trafficking sex
with a sharp increase in the number of children
becoming part of its service providers in recent times
confirming his reputation as one of the worst hands for a girl to be born.
His exotic pride lies on the rare breed of the Persian Cat
popularly known to promote and boost the gender-change operation,
as he is also crowned “the nose-job capital of the world”.
In cavier, pistachios and saffron, he is a competing global producer;
having the only condom merchandise factory in the entire middle east.
He converts his plague of over a million foreign refugees
into sustainable development built on cheap labour.
Carpet exportation uniquely sits second in his earnings
and finds a miracle food in his special Persian milk.
“Paradise” was coined from a word of his mouth
and poetry epitomizes the beauty of the cultural heritage;
of his identity which was a one time world power and spreading empire.
A rare priceless pearl emerged,
from an exotic shell of the deep blue sea;
Her unique sparkle did brighten and illuminate
every soul that held her with love.
Her dauntless spirit knew the warmth
of feeling the soul of the ocean, so close,
and listening to its soft rumble - a lull.
Of rare breed, this precious pearl yearned
to go back to where she came from: and she left,
leaving behind the radiance of her grace.
"A spirit that will never die" -
A Winter's Rose that smiles from above...
In eternity...
Date: 08/15/2021
Submitted for: Tributes To Carolyn Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Note:
Am glad for having written a tribute to our dear poetess of Soup family - Carolyn Devonshire - who passed away on August 3. Though I am sad I didn't get to know her much, am happy I was able to write this simple humble tribute from the information I got from friends close to her and by reading some of her poems. Our dear poetess Andrea Dietrich's blog in memoriam of Carolyn's poems with links attached to her best poems helped me know the poetess more. Thank you dear Andrea for the inspiring blog. The line within quotes is taken from one of Carolyn's own poems.. "Winter's Rose - My Spirit". My sincere thanks to the sponsor for giving me an opportunity to write this tribute to Carolyn Devonshire.
I was driving home in my Pick-up
When I saw something Strange…
… a Cowboy Sat atop His Horse
Calling Someone’s Name
He trotted on the Moonlit Trail
The man’s Face, held no Shame
As Tears were rolling down His Jaw
I saw this, Very Plain…
I could tell He was A-Hurtin’
Something was Mighty Grim
I pulled up slowly Beside
… and I asked Him …
Cowboy … It’s a Cold Night
Why are you out on the Range?
There aren’t any Cattle Here …
And There are no more wild Mustangs
It’s a Cold Night out here Cowboy
For you to take a Ride
It’s a Lonely Night out here Cowboy
With Nobody at Your Side
It’s Somethin’ you never get Used To
You can Fake it… like You Do…
… But It’s a Cold Night out here, Cowboy… Come Inside…
It’s gonna’ get Colder, Soon… You Better Hide…
… At First, He looked at the Night Sky
and then, He Turned to My Face
and Underneath the Shadowed Brim
His Eyes looked Hard and Glazed
He said, “Hon, I’m a Rare Breed
I get Real Lonely in Town
I’m More at Home, where I Roam
and Hear the Wolf and Rattlesnake – Sound
I was Once a Rodeo – Star
Now, I’m just a Wanted Outlaw
And there ain’t Nothing You Can See
That I haven’t Saw …
… except, My Son,
By my Ex-Wife – Annie
She Married my Once Best Friend, Sam
They Raising My Boy, Will, to call Him Daddy …
… and I ain’t Seen my dog, Quickdraw
In 10 Days …
… and You Think, This Cold-Spell, Could Bother Me?...”
and then, He nudged His Horse, and Galloped on His Way…
… Well, by the Time, I made it into Town
There was a Real Big Traffic Jam
Police had Blocked Off a part of The Road
and then, I heard… ‘Bam ! Bam ! … Bam ! …
… it was then, I saw the Riderless Horse
Standing Still … but Untied
And The Outlaw, Clutched His Chest
… as He Died … …
… and the Dog, Quickdraw, was Whining
by His Side …
It’s a Cold Night out here Cowboy
The Prairie Breeze was Singing
It’s a Bad Night Out Here Cowboy
The Midnight Stars Were Blinking …
They Knew You were Headed into Town
So You could Face a Final Showdown
To try to find some Heat to Warm Your Heart
… was a Cold Night, when You Decided to Depart
Sobriety is my number one priority.
Once i put that in jeopardy,
the afterlife will be calling me.
If I go now I better have a good short set,
because the devils work will be my next step.
I pray there will be enough time left,
to repay all my debts.
There's no need to stress
when you're blessed by the best!
I've become a member of the rare breed...
SOBRIETY!!!
And i am as proud as I can be...
Being a member of the dream team,
I can succeed in stopping the bleed...
Or are all these thoughts just another pipe dream???
If heaven needed an angel...
I wasn't selected,
definitely rejected.
Once I was blood tested,
they said forget it.
I'm so depressed,
but I'm so blessed.
I need to stop second guessing...
He makes no mistakes.
Thank you lord, for granting me this grace.
Nothing will ever take your place!
One minute flying sky high
feeling like a super-hero!
Next, reality sets in,
and I'm back to ground zero...
Up's the only way I'm going.
For those who don't know,
I'm not scared of heights!
Allowing my faith to take flight,
I'm back to elevating my life!!!
Beleiving is one thing,
but now I have faith.
I'm not my best,
but I'm better than I was yesterday.
Continuing this upward.
Taking all that I can from lifes' lessons,
I will have moments of perfection,
and that is truly a blessing!!!
“Eye have not seen nor ears heard has heard, neither entered into the hearts” of what I am about to do through you.
“Greater Love International Revival Center” you are no longer the same Church in times past.
I have “Rebuilt and still Building from the ground up. You are no longer “Dead” I’m Coming Alive in You. “Beyond your wildest dreams.
Greater Love is the “Light House” and you are my “Lights” in the evil, cruel a dark world.
I will have a Church that wears my “My Name Branded and Burned in the hearts.
I am waking up “A New Rare Breed of Prophets.
It’s time to awaken out of the ashes and sleep.
Come forth, I will put a word in your spirit to your mouth, open up your mouth wide and I will fill it.
I am calling my all to the forefront Evangelist, Teachers, Pastors, and Apostles of “Greater Love International Revival Center Ministries.”
Greater persecution will becoming because of the “Gospel.”
“Fear not, I am with you “No Weapon form against you shall prosper.”
I am “Fortifying this Church” Demons will be destroyed.
New Life will bursts forth in the lives of “Families, Individuals, Corporately”
New Life
Revival will spread and ring in the airways by “My Spirit.”
My revivalists will come forth to set the captive free.
I am “Fortifying you like a “Brazen Wall.”
Build yourselves up in “My Word.” I will return back unto void.
A greater yet higher accountability is required of us.
Greater: Dying out, Letting go, and obedience.
Run, Run, Run, into “My Glory” and “My Presence.”
No Flesh, No Flesh, No Flesh, will glory in” My Presence.”
“Greater,” Greater,” Greater works will come forth out of this Revival Center.
New Life
“MY NAME JESUS CHRIST IS BEING BRANDED AND BURNED IN YOUR HEARTS.”
“POSITION YOURSELVES”
“GET READY”
“GET READY FOR REAL REVIVAL”
As i look at the mirror I see someone different to the one known by the SOCIETY
When I look at the mirror I see my role models as number 2 and still believe it to be REALITY
I can stand in the mirror and produce the greatest essay about myself about what i would become in the future,than what I would have written in my language TEST
that makes me realise that when I look at myself and within me that's when i see the best of the BEST
I love my mirror for it shows me how the world is wrong about me
And how my mistakes my failures came at the right time
I now know that being what the world labels me is the greatest crime and i would most definitely do TIME for life if I imprison myself to the ideas of the world
The world tells me what i could be,would be,shouldn't be
But my mirror tells me what I WILL BE
My mirror reminds me of the future me
My mirror shows me how great i am if i just believe
People see it as a self-esteem booster
I see it as a self-introspection,
A self discovery of the priceless treasure
Which is my true self ...
My mirror shows the beauty in me that other people don't see
Just like a mirror in the literal sense..
People will see your ugly nose but yet your mirror shows you a unique shape...
Soo when people see a failure i see a winner
My mirror allows me to see with my brain and think with my mind
It shows me that i am a rare breed
Definitely one of kind
I love my mirror for I become the beholder,
And see all the lies been whispered to my shoulder
Fare thee well
The rare breed of men