Best Reaffirming Poems
Hoisting passions fervid, probing celestial height,
Hypnotized we stood, enthralled in smile of June,
Caressing dreams flirtatious of a romantic night,
Reaffirming love, beneath the strawberry moon.
Pulsing beats heavenly, fantasies esoteric chased,
Thrilling realm of love, resonating deep in your heart,
Content in your embrace, as memories intimate traced,
Echoes of promises eternal, forever vows impart.
Seeing you rejoiced, snuggled in my loving arms,
Nary a cloud dared to encumber cerulean skies,
As you navigated sight through opaline sea of stars
Tantalizing flame of passion, sparkling doting eyes,
Having been wooed by mystical glimpse of Luna,
Proffering blush of aura, tantalizing romance,
Bedecking tints orange upon luminous rosy awe
Seducing stance-entranced of enamored glance,
Gazing with throbbing hearts, where desires croon,
Hypnotized we stood, enthralled in smile of June,
Humming melodies, in sync with the celestial tune,
Reaffirming love, beneath the strawberry moon.
Jubilation of my triumph, comfort soothing sorrow,
Aspirations of my passions, today and tomorrow,
Reveling reveries-elysian that love brought to fore;
You are the gift I adore, smiling through my yore,
As tenor of forever-love reverberates in your sphere
When extolling you, dear, heartbeats-ardent cheer.
My dear, when I am with you, how fervid souls coo,
Lauding promise of love, mirthful impulses renew,
For you are my musings, my esoteric zealous dream,
My sensuous sassy dawn, hosting romantic theme,
Unfolding treasured albums endearing vibes reveal,
My precious gem of life, sparkling amorous appeal.
Rhythms of my heart, how within your heart attune,
While rejoicing gift of love endearing spirits croon
Vowing pledges eternal, reaffirming bonds anew,
Conferring in lyrics of love, streaming just for you,
For you are my melody, strumming love’s encore~
My verse and sweet chorus: I love you ever more.
April 9, 2023
Placed 10th: I Only Live To Love You Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
Before I scarred the page
Raging what your letters cannot invent
Let me invite you to other books
I wrote before you owed me wage
For all maladjustment and discontent
Tettering on tentacles on hooks
Invite you to an open age
Of change and discourse transfigurment.
In a quiet moment read again
Shards of clay and artefacts beyond
A material functional disdain.
Look at the words like old bones
Bringing chromosomal tablets to rinse
The eyes of prejudices and conceit
You may wince
At what your arrogance did delete.
I have winced for years in broken jars
Unleashing rivulets of tears
For I gave you humanity as a gift, stars
Gave you dust and vessel for it
Time etched your abuse against this spirit
As you idolized barren observations
As if them alone could tell truths
Without the presence of experience.
Strange how you so prone to the material
Destroyed so much of its substance
In us. Yet it is inescapbale in the footprints of dust
The chromosomal bridges in our bodies
Linking us, reaffirming the gift again
Documents on my body like a stain
Irreducible by Mercator's illusions
There is no survival without the spiritual.
After protests, marches, firehoses and ropes
Still hanging from leftover branches of fear
I have earned the right to forgive you
The inherent gift make me your brother, here.
So now let us turn the map upside down
And draw again the latitudes unbending
In a straight line to your old thoughts,
Can we agree about the silence of the moon
Is a prohibiting noise in our head, a blind despair.
we woke up early one morn, ego shorn
it felt as though we were in form reborn
nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred
our head and heart, with love concurred
let me be in the heavens, where bells sound
calming energies, can’t hear my heart pound
I affirm it is nirvana, here within all knowing
reaffirming our love, one that keeps growing
a promise kept by me, with all of my devotion
quenched and non-discreet, infinite emotion
Fourth of July, time for fireworks and fun,
Our nations birthday, we'll all celebrate.
Uncle Sam is the man of the hour on this date
Reaffirming our values and food by the ton.
Two Hundred and thirty-nine years old today,
Hang out the colors, the red, white blue.
Our Emblem of Glory, the tried and the true
Freedom awaits those who come the right way.
Just as brave and as loyal as our fathers before,
Uniting to honor the flag passing by,
Laughing while watching starbursts in the sky,
Young and old showing love for country once more.
7/11/15
The stars were twinkling
as the moon danced
sending beaming rays
to float over the earth.
Casting shadows over all
in the still of the night.
We lay entwined
fingers wandering southwards.
Our breath hot and passionate
as we danced the age old dance.
Reaffirming our love as
slowly we rose to climax.
By the river reflecting
the majesty of the sky.
Adding poignancy
to our deep abiding love
There's weeds in my
garden I can't use a
ho(e)
The man who could
pull them don't care
no mo
The ****'s overgrown
I might need a plow
But it's waited so
long that it's no
use now
When we planted the
thing we both shared
the work
Then one day I
looked up and said,
"Where is that
jerk?"
My back started
aching, legs started
to tremble
The beetles and
grubs began to
disassemble
All the love and
attention we put in
this thing
It's as rusty and
broken as my diamond
ring
He comes around
every once in awhile
And kills off small
weeds with a casual
smile
He tosses out a few
grubs with an 'I
love you'
I halfheartedly
reply, "I love you,
too"
Then I start to
remember as he walks
away
The tomatoes and
herbs we planted
that day
The cucumbers and
beans and corn and
beets
Represented by
kisses so warm and
so sweet
Flirty little winks
over coffee and
toast
The occasional
ass-squeeze -- gone
like a ghost
Making love was like
water to our
marriage bed
Reaffirming our
promise we made when
we wed
But with years of
neglect and a long
dry spell
I can say pretty
surely, this thing's
gone to hell
'Cause there's weeds
in my garden too big
to pull out
The bulldozer's just
me with a scream and
a shout
It would probably be
better to burn the
thing down
Forget about
gardening -- go out
on the town
To a place no one
knows me and I don't
know them
Where I sip on my
drink and -- Wait,
what is this stem
I just found in my
hair, damn those
infernal weeds!
I guess I should
stay here and tend
to the needs
Of the beautiful
garden we let go to
waste
Plant some kisses,
caresses -- so good
to taste
For love, like a
garden, needs
tending to grow
And weeding, and
hoeing and raking,
you know
It's back-breaking
work, but the payoff
is sweet
For the
soul-soothing feast
we both love to eat
We're starving each
other, pissed off
and pissed on
The garden we
planted has been
gone too long
You call me an opposer of racism,
a defender of human decency.
You call me a colorful quilt
filled with vast intricacies
You call me a kindred soul,
one who is quick to lend a helping hand.
You call me slow to speak,
a spark of sunshine in a shadowed land.
But, my friends, I am none of these things.
I am just a single person, born into privilege,
living in a world that has too much of everything.
Lacking exposure the same is true for prejudice.
Due to lack of wounds, times of stress,
and insufferable heartaches.
This wee little heart of mine is just waiting to break.
So do me a favor and imagine me as someone else.
It may take some time, but I have faith you will do it well.
Imagine me as the son of a rich plantation owner.
With the ritziest of friends and the snobbiest of conversations,
when oppressive slavery was the norm within our nation.
Imagine a hot summer day,
and a guy named Big Joe
just whipping away.
I'd like to think I'd stop the whippers hand
with a confident and reaffirming squeeze.
"You have no right to harm this man!
Walk it off, Joe. Is it perhaps the sultry breeze
that's fogging up your judgement?".
But who's to say for sure?
Back then the times were different.
I'd still be the same person deep down
... but what about the mask I take off
when no one else is around?
Imagine me the father of a psychopath,
would I help him get away
with murder simply because he is my blood?
Would I unlock his handcuffs, whispering, "Run son, Run!"
Imagine me in a gang of bullies
making kids feel lower than dirt.
Cracking mean jokes until they burst
... red roses from a gun
(and I thought we were all just having fun).
Imagine me as someone else entirely,
would you still see the raging fire within me?
A frightened boy struggles to cope,
filtering tears real life contains.
And scavenging for scraps of hope,
he slowly sifts through love's remains.
Fetal alcohol syndrome
warped the mind of this loving soul.
And placed within a foster home,
he paid an exorbitant toll.
He sorts lies from half-truths each day,
but he still manages to have fun.
For scary thoughts are wished away,
moving past what can't be undone.
Because his darting eyes offend,
he tries to avoid anger's gaze.
And reaffirming, you're his friend,
tests his welcome, a thousand ways.
The mind of a child guides this man,
and emotional pains stay fresh.
But, striving to be all he can,
scars of yesterday fade on flesh.
Often abused for fun and gain,
facing fears, he rises above.
And despite his anger and pain,
his lonely soul searches for love.
He's a ray of light in my heart,
he only wants to be my friend.
And close to me, yet worlds apart,
asks "How you doing?" without end.
(Quatrain)
3/1/2017
Penning the deep and sweet thoughts of one’s heart and mind
offering these penned thoughts as humble gifts to humankind
entertaining oneself and all with various forms and words to unwind,
treating every Life form and nonliving thing in this world kind
reaffirming our hope and faith in this Life the poetry day to remind
yearning to create and work towards a just world we must bind.
Developing all oral traditions and its rich values without leaving them behind
allowing forums like PoetrySoup to be part of our lives leaves us spellbind
yanking oneself to support all this with one’s might, today let us swear blind.
PS:World Poetry Day is a celebration of poetry, literature and free speech, observed by UNESCO every year.
Sinfonia
Phi For One
Mu for Alpha
Orange splices of pure fire fall to the cavernous wall as if the world was on its head,
Shadows of friends in greeting prints the rock a far,
I sit in comfort and complete humility by a roaring fire of fraternity.
I ponder my great quest for fire.
A long road remembered,
As barber drips from the pores of my soul chanting a deafening memory of my initiation.
The end is near, the wait is impossible, my stomach churns but I don’t care. I whisper to my earned brother, “where are we?”, “In the middle of no where in a freezing car.” Several hours go by and nay we pledges have much importance. Finally, the sounds of gravel hence at approaching membership. I hold and follow my earned brother along a steep and rocky path. I peer down my nose at my feet, barely staying vertical. I feel a blaze of warmth and hear a hissing crackle as if cast into the inferno of hell and damnation. An eerie silence blanketed by the radiance of Adagio. I feared the unknown and was most untrusting of the “Actives.” Who con and deceive. I trust Nathan and Dustin though, and they would not harm me! My mind never rested, I considered every course of retaliation, every out, every option.
At last I remove my blindfold destination revealed with aww.
Fresh and clear meanings defined.
My ritual, praised by youthful hearts, of Orpheus.
I am proud in brotherhood and understanding. I finally ware my gray hoody with the letters PHI MU ALPHA.
I (and others) have traveled great distances in Phi for One.
This One is but Mu, and can only be found in the leap of Alpha.
The Mu is necessary for Alpha and such a night is latent in all our minds
At nights end we all have replenished our souls with remembrance of fraternal meaning and brotherly spirit.
Raise your prelude to all the brothers, we sing.
A large circle of brothers arm over shoulder singing proud and loud on this cold damp November starry night.
This night is replayed over and over in my mind, reaffirming my commitment too Iota Rho’s long honored traditions. Time is irrelevant though we say its not. Perfection is of no concern, though we heave its importance.
At last the echo carries… SIN..FON..IAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaa! At last the traditions are entrusted to the next generation.
Waddling in like a drunken shadow,
my portly belly cannot pass unseen.
And once spotted, I meow my hello
regal-like, reaffirming I'm their queen.
I'm finicky and won't use my litter
unless it's paw-print deep and freshly cleaned.
And yet, though somewhat slow, I'm no quitter,
keeping myself meticulously preened.
I'm attended by my subjects, my two friends,
who have pampered and groomed me from the start.
And I trust they will until my life ends,
for we have bonded, heart, to heart, to heart.
And when one brushes my ebony fur,
I snuggle in their lap and purr, purr, purr.
(Personification/Sonnet)
06/06/2022
Personification- Pets Talking Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
1. your pet now
Communication
Talking, Singing, Dancing,
Writing, Drawing, Praying,
Signing, Listening, Seeing,
Reading, Cooing, Touching,
Bridges in a list few,
That allow One to Two.
Or Expansion of One,
If the Ability to Be Common,
Is Ever Shrunk, Compromised,
The Feelings Become Numb,
We are Un-Mistakenly Downsized!
Laryngitis, Soundless, Sightless,
Senseless, Absence of Hand-Eye 'Ation,
Robs Togetherness, Socialization,
Leaves Us Cast Out of the Nest,
Pilfers the Spirit of Essence,
Drastically Diminished & Lessened,
But Perhaps the Worst Singleness,
Is to be Alone in a Crowd,
Where They Choose Their Game,
Foreignly, Ours is Not the Same,
Then, Sidetracked On Our Own,
We Grow in Dishes Petri,
Rhythmically Communicating Poetry,
Layered Verse Reaffirming Terse,
Each Syncopation a Prayer,
Gratitude Individually Communed,
Catalyzing December to June!
Much
Adoration
Remains
Reaffirming
Intimacy
Alongwith
Growing
Eternally
Spitefully sailing so cynical with sadness,
Spiraling, shameful, infringement on madness,
So high, but not perceived from flying,
Floating through white clouds of crying.
Poisonous preying presence looming,
Rousing, erratic, irresistible glooming.
Not an orphan, but childhood family imminent,
Tracked to be driven out, loneliness permanent.
Reaffirming steal door attaching behind me,
A tangible reinforced reality finds thee.
Years wrecked, incinerated, nothing is left,
One question loiters, is there life after meth?
Evoking all misfortune, impossibly I hold my breath,
Pending release, would trade life directly for death.