Best Ready Made Poems
Written: January 2nd, 2023, For Ink Empress Contest
Rumi verse" Sing to me in the silence of your heart and I will rise up to hear your triumphant song"
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Life is a symphonic cynosure
a charming composition
sung in tune noisily in tandem
merriment liberates us
spread the tunes of life
a ready-made ubiquitous syntax
moon voices Jukebox heart
Iron harps croon the days
I used to walk Elvis line in his heyday.
Twilight dream orchestrator
soars on silver wings
across the eerie sea
past raven-singing islets
race the clock
swap hourglass sand
reset to our first trip,
let's foster solid walls.
Life is a bittersweet symphony.
Love, laughter,
and silent dreams
In verses, rhythm begins
Steering us via life's curveballs
a calm ballad may be feasible
dreamlike memory
dusty paths to neon-lit roadways
catching dreams, sailing
weeping as a lone harp
I'm queueing until death
to travel as a country song
via onomatopoeia syntax
a metonymy, twangy melody.
paint hope on breeze
as moonlight amid trees
or pearly umbrella stars
dancing in cosmic black sea
dark orchestra conductor
revive ancient music
until ivory beams last.
Life is a melody to be sung
play it gently as a drumbeat
life serenade in riptide
years notes strum
cosmic tapestry links us to poetry
spirits dance in unison,
life is akin to writing a song,
with our key and tone
each life has a meaning,
we pick the theme and chorus
a song bearing our name
an inclusive rhythm
life's a tune.
Categories:
ready made, analogy, confidence, life, music,
Form:
Free verse
Self-discovery, a path beauteous
The table’s laid, everything’s ready made
When aligned with voice of conscience righteous
Bliss fills us as a consciousness upgrade
Ensconced in rapture thus, by day and night
Our attention is soon internalised
Wisdom downloads follow, clear is our sight
In timeless time, God within’s realised
Love, wisdom and power to co-create
The threefold flame of Christ within us glows
Soul presence celebrates at heaven’s gate
There’s no doubt, for we’re in the boat God rows
Oh hermit, know that we’re he, who we seek
God in-dwells within ~ let’s take a sneak peek
03-June-2022
Categories:
ready made, god, spiritual,
Form:
Sonnet
~Flowers~
(Rhyme)
The roses,the daisies,the sunflowers,the irises,
So many wonderful and lovely flowers He has made,
The sun, the soil, the rain, they all come to their aid,
Sometimes, in my garden some lay under a nice shade
The yellows,the purples,the pinks,the reds and the blues,
In so many colors and shades for our pleasure He has made,
And He's created them all with you and me really in mind,
They're all here and there from Him all for us ready-made
Some are so strikingly beautiful and some are just plain-looking,
Some flowers have a wonderful perfume and intoxicating smell,
Some of them have no fragrance or any sweet scent to gift at all,
Some flowers like the rose, richly cast us under their lovely spell
To me flowers are like these magical and magnificent creatures, on display,
And I can't never get enough of them and their beauty be night or day.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2005
July.5.2015
Categories:
ready made, beautiful, flower, nature, summer,
Form:
Rhyme
Comes a time of unbreaking
what's broken
maybe broken to the point
a thing can't be fixed
ever
forever
severed.
To be sure prayers can find a home
but not when a divine plan's mark
is missed
yet must insist
with clenched fist
I resist.
A simple woodcarver, be
like Mister Geppetto
fend off a life of despair
perhaps with a little help from
a Fairy with Turquoise Hair.
For a creator
nothing causes elation
like its finest creation
seeking salvation.
All may end in ruin
in stringed freedom's destroy
it's never easy
bein' a wooden boy.
Life's call is abrupt
so keep your dukes up.
Categories:
ready made, faith, life, raven, smile,
Form:
Rhyme
The fractured light of day rises, so still
And I am but a part, lost in its shade
Question not the sun but the role I fill
Find reason and wonder are ready made
To follow days as a linear string
And remember it has a final end
To count rainbows and colors they bring
Marvel at the symmetry of the bend
Who am I, an intruder to this scene?
One who counts time by the suns that rise
Who lays upon Earth watch the life between
Listen in quiet as stars harmonize
To capture its rhythm, the pulse I feel
To comprehend my time traveled is real
6/10/14
Categories:
ready made, life,
Form:
Sonnet
The roses,the daisies,the sunflowers,the irises,
So many wonderful and lovely flowers He has made,
The sun, the soil, the rain, they all come to their aid,
Sometimes, in my garden some lay under a nice shade
The yellows,the purples,the pinks,the reds and the blues,
In so many colors and shades for our pleasure He has made,
And He's created them all with you and me really in mind,
They're all here and there from Him all for us ready-made
Some are so strikingly beautiful and some are just plain-looking,
Some flowers have a wonderful perfume and intoxicating smell,
Some of them have no fragrance or any sweet scent to gift at all,
Some flowers like the rose, richly cast us under their lovely spell
To me flowers are like these magical and magnificent creatures,
And I can't never get enough of them and their beauty night or day.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2005
November,05,2014
Categories:
ready made, flower, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
We leave the womb,
that place of warm safe-keeping,
and arrive to face our would-be lives
with nothing but a body and
a landscape, ready-made
but needing to be seeded
It's a pristine, faintly gleaming table of the mind.
Seeds of knowledge sown,
like clockwork, quickly grow,
nourished by the light
or even by mere shadows of examples
and fostered by a daily rain of practice.
Saplings soon arise in normal, fertile minds.
How the woodland shines when it’s enlightened!
Time passes. The trees of each soul’s forest
get taller; some get statelier. . .but all get old.
What mystery it is to me why some
who wish to keep their woodland strong
are met with great misfortune.
A parasite attacks, and one by one,
their trees succumb.
Soon each mind of these unfortunate souls
regresses to a time when
it was but a primal vacant landscape
with this exception. . .
the terrain is only rocky barren soil.
I wonder if they see in their last earthly moments
the glimmer of
a brand new gleam
on their horizon.
June 29, 2020 for
Strand Completely New (3) Any Theme Any Form Poetry Contest
Categories:
ready made, metaphor, old,
Form:
Free verse
Grace in-pours, if in God we trust
The welcome mat is laid
Erst ego cravings bite the dust
Ascension ready made
As bliss pulsations race
We see God face to face
In endearing embrace
Open doors
Grace in-pours
27-August-2021
Quietus
Categories:
ready made, god, joy,
Form:
Rhyme
We had missed five days in
The last two weeks
Due to the ice and snow.
Roads and streets had been impassable—
Freezing rain, blowing snow and black ice.
We started the day late at 10 am.
I greeted them at the doors—
Worried about attendance.
But, ninety-five percent made it.
Fantastic!
They were wrapped in hooded jackets
And wore toboggans with rainbow colors.
Mothers had stuffed them with oatmeal,
Hotcakes and sausage.
One carried chocolate milk
And powdered sugar donuts,
Along with tousled hair and a big smile.
I was glad they made it.
We didn’t need to lose another
Day of instruction.
The day went smoothly, too.
In spite of the frigid cold that pushed
The mercury down to two degrees.
Frozen feet tracked salted snow
Onto brightly buffed tiles.
One carried an icicle two foot long—
I convinced him it would keep outside.
Then came lunch.
The short day was ready made for
Corn dogs and sloppy Joes—
A menu that might have been invented
By kindergarteners.
But they hardly touched either one.
Today they served
Golden Meadow Orange Dream Bars—
A dessert that was surely made in Heaven.
Ice cream on the coldest day of the year.
And the February freeze was forgotten.
The orange circled smiles of kinders
Beamed a warmth from within,
Making the remainder of the day brighter,
Marking an end to winter.
Categories:
ready made, school, seasonsday, day,
Form:
Free verse
Things to do:
AM:
Don’t wake up early!
Spend an hour for breakfast, sip coffee , savor the flavor
Open the TV, look for TFC (The Filipino Channel)
Inspect Tori (my dog) for any fleas.
Haul neighbor’s free wood for winter’s heat.
Clean up the garden of drying dead daisies.
Organize closet, set aside old clothing
Call services for the blind for donation pick up
Plan on organizing picture albums.
Open poetry soup .com
PM:
Don’t cook! Buy a ready-made lunch!
After lunch, nap. Put the carbohydrates to work.
Wake up, blink, repeat!
Stare at the clock on the mantle
Plan on hitting the shopping mall
Hit Ross, browse, don’t buy ( tight in budget now)
Hit the thrift store , browse, don’t buy ( space is saturated)
Hit the high end store, don’t buy (too expensive)
Evening:
Plan A: text my available friend until I run out of topic
Plan B: Watch TFC: Walang Hanggan (Till Eternity) , A Tagalog drama series in TFC
I wonder if the routine is worth repeating the following day!! EEEK help me!
Categories:
ready made, life,
Form:
Light Verse
Tears rolled down.
Face wrinkled.
A little shout comes a frown.
I am weak and fickled,
Life is hard,
I am sad.
Life is for the ironclad,
But am a frail lad.
Controlled by emotions,
And also swayed by affection.
All hands on deck,
Does not fall under my purview,
I'd rather rest my neck,
Go on vacation for a nice view.
I guess its time to throw in the towel,
Then right back to my comfort zone.
Pick up my phone, browse and be alone,
Then to the kitchen for ready made food to fill my bowel.
Sleep, wake up and sleep again,
Your admonisions are in vain.
Give me an umbrella cos the sun is shinning,
I can't risk exposing my skin to drying.
Such is the life of the namby-pamby, then little by little failure creeps in.
Categories:
ready made, absence, abuse, addiction, allegory,
Form:
Haiku
Bags all packed and ready to go?
I wish that were the case.
Tossed some clean clothes in the trunk,
With some things I can’t replace.
Won’t take time to be ready to go.
I don’t wanna see her face.
Leaving behind lots of junk;
Getting out of her space.
There’s some good stuff that you should find
At Saturday’s yard sale.
Cowboy boots, mechanics’ tools--
Nothing fancy or upscale.
You can have the gal I left behind.
You’ll get her better than wholesale.
Watch out, she plays dirty pool,
And puts her men through Hell.
Things with my gal were getting cold.
It’s time for some upgrades.
Nothing there was working right--
Need a new gal ready-made.
I want a gal that’s better than gold,
Without charades or masquerades.
Saint by day, sinner by night,
That’s easy to persuade.
(chorus)
I’ll miss my worn-in cowboy hat
And slightly worn-out clothes.
I’ll miss my rig and lariat
With the yellow Texas rose.
Counting all the things that I gave up,
You could naturally infer—
Though I’ll miss a lot of my old stuff,
I definitely won’t miss her.
Yes, I’ll miss a lot of my old stuff,
But certainly not her.
Categories:
ready made, leaving, song,
Form:
Lyric
We hope that Early English dance alone retains its zest,
to charm and please our devotees, we do our level best.
We’re not quite sure if all we do, has quite the Morris ring;
but, anyway, we’ll strut around then try and do our thing.
We ring our bells like this, we tap our sticks like that;
we know it looks preposterous to wear this silly hat.
But if it’s not exactly right, we hope you won’t upbraid;
you can’t arrange a jig or set, like trousers - ready made!
~
For Debbie's Native Cultures Competition.
Categories:
ready made, confusion, dance, hope,
Form:
Verse
~Beautiful Flowers~
( Free Flow )
The roses, daisies,sunflowers,orchids,lilies,magnolias,hibiscus,irises,
So many wonderful and lovely flowers He has made,
The sun, the soil, the rain, they all come to their aid,
Sometimes, in my garden some lay under a nice shade
The yellows,the purples,the pinks,the reds and the blues,
In so many colors and shades for our pleasure He has made,
And He's created them all with you and me really in mind,
They're all here and there from Him all for us ready-made
Some are so strikingly beautiful and some are just plain-looking,
Some flowers have a wonderful perfume and intoxicating smell,
Some of them have no fragrance or any sweet scent to gift at all,
Some flowers like the rose, richly cast us under their lovely spell
To me flowers are like these magical and magnificent creatures, on display,
And I can't never get enough of them and their beauty be night or day.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2005
June.20.2016
Categories:
ready made, beautiful, butterfly, flower, summer,
Form:
Free verse
SPRING IN AIR, LOVE ONLINE 20/02/13
Nowadays , life is so unpalatable and stoic.
So unnecessarily busy and eventfully hectic.
Young folks thus gather in a shadowy discotheque, to kill,
The retreating winter shedding its last chill.
The chirps of the departing migratory,
With massacred green in a concrete urban factory,
Welcomes the spring breeze, and the cuckoo melody tune,
That too so rare,
For a short term vacation, in a vanity fair.
Some emotional fools and roaming vagabond,
Can feel the spring air and reminiscences their fond,
And cry for the past and the long lost love bonds.
Beside them no one dares to mingle,
Their soul with the colour of butterfly twinkle.
No one cares to see the young green boughs,
Dancing in a frolic of crispy air that jingle.
All is there, in the air, except love my dear,
‘Cause love is now confined,
In another little world so secure.
Where there’s no hasty rushing,
No meaningless blushing,
No hassled waiting, no worrying restriction.
Love is just a ready-made parcel,
At a press of a small button.
Love messages, e mails , tweets, face books ,web cyberspace and profile update,
Takes all the bothering responsibility, does all the necessary tete-a-tete.
No need for time taking arguments,
No need for extra commitments.
Sometimes, meetings could be arranged, but
Oh! Never in public park or in a hopeless garden.
It could be in a shopping mall or a cool coffee den.
The gorgeous and the grotty,
All gather at a V-day party.
Those who are privileged,
Share their love with diamonds and wine.
But for others, not a single grape,
Is sour in a vine.
Everything is taken for granted,
Just simple and fine.
‘Cause love can also be shared,
Simply free of cost on line.
Categories:
ready made, computer-internet, humorous, love, people,
Form:
Light Verse