Best Reaps Poems
Dedicated to Timothy Lee
Joy harnessed from soft internal lightness
was pulse promised with attraction’s might
and sealed blissful bound by our first kiss …
with lips our hearts found their home address
Our emotive blessings deafen my questions
and ease my perception’s limitations
for you are my parceled Eden freedom …
our haven structure is couple completion
I chose marbled strength upheaval plans
that thru change I might someday know your name
and realize you like I breathe in nature …
no matter your season, it reaps my pleasure
For the first time in my heart’s entire life
I’ve no need to incite change thru strife’s design
and limp again within my dreams scorched rubble
to find my soulmate while my pains struggle
An Emerald Morning
Verdant sylvan shades share,
emerald and peridot's glossy glow
with Apollo's serene sunrise
in silent tropic trades as
I delight to see Egrets
take flight in our island's
stunning sultry morning light
as sunlight gleams off
white outstretched wings.
My soul sings with the
enchantment life brings.
Fine mist reaps rainbows
in vivid hues, sun kissed.
Raindrops create magical
mountain mélanges in
winsome waterfalls.
Seaside surf splashes
white waves upon the
pearly sandy shores
with aqua warm waters.
Maritime vessels share
the sea with swimmers.
Young and old rejoice in
our peaceful paradise.
8-21-17
Atmospheric Pressure
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ANOTHER 2017 STUNNER~3rd Place~
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A sad moon rises this night.
While emptiness fills a lonely cup.
The stars have fallen from sight,
love has died, eyes faced up.
All the roses bend, turning brown.
Here covered in blackness, I'll drown.
Streching forth my hand out,
to grasp the empty air.
Clutching my loneliness and doubt,
to scream life is unfair.
Finding no heart to care.
Where do you turn,
when love is broken?
How deep the burn,
when tears have spoken?
Confusion now reaps,
from passion's cause.
My heart weeps,
pulsating still,
losing will,
dying.
For Andrea Dietrich's contest I Don't Know
Rip down the statues
Rename the streets
Police the language
Label it hate speech
Burn down the cities
In peaceful protest
Justice is racist
Thus, civil unrest
No longer about
Seats on the bus
A bus itself
Is labeled unjust
Envy a sin
Yet the very basis
Of a pernicious movement
Mislabeled social justice
True justice is blind
Social justice sees
Skin tone blamed
For all disparity
Media propogandist
Mix up the facts
Left is right
Right is wrong
Gaslighting Americans
With their fake news
Giving demonic takes
Editing out truth
Hate your enemy
Get up in their face
Resist reality
Let ideology replace
Tragedy in the schools
Fools blame it on tools
Deceived bunch of souls
Who forget man reaps what he sows
How it all ends
Is known in advance
Simply have faith
Knowing it doesn’t happen by chance
From The Saddest Depths Of Bitter Despair
Within this heart love born
once beloved now scorn
fills each little crevice
life seems out of service
bitter cold turns the wind
dark sets its pains to send
Alas! Loneliness reaps
broken shards into heaps
while moonlight will not shine
on these blues I now dine
and the aches seem endless
here, I am now friendless
dark on this soul assails
nobody hears my wails
In this chasm I soft weep
So, so cold, dark and deep
Within this heart love born.
Once beloved, now scorn.
R.J. Lindley,
Dark rhyme
( From, In for a penny, in for a pound )
Today I present an old poem, written at least a decade before "Doubts". What this poem lacks in poetic format, and style, it reaps in sentiment.
Enjoy:
the Girl Who Ate the National Park
I was picking apples, from polystyrene
boxes, when she held aloft a spiky
green football and her excited voice
asked, “What do you call this?”
She named it durian. I didn’t know,
and pulled a lettuce from its packing.
Harvested multigrain rolls
from bakery bins, and hunted
sandwich ham from fridges.
I laid our picnic mat down
amongst market gardens, and planted myself
to grow in her company. Uncorked
a shiraz in a vineyard, and savoured
her smile. Pulled an apricot from the cooler,
in an orchard, and hungrily
consumed her words.
She took to the park's paths
like shopping aisles. Selecting ingredients
for a salad from green foliage shelves.
She chose a duck dish
as it flew above us, and decided on a fish,
as we watched it swim
beneath the waterfall.
Then as we left, she created a desert
from the trees.
Her touch stopped me. Rooted
me to the spot, where we ravenously
embraced. Our feelings blossoming
around us. Forming a canopy
which we took shelter under,
and bore fruit, that we ate together.
Our appetites sated.
The greatest miracle in days of yore
unsurpassed, two millennia past or more
a carpenter by trade, Joseph by name
was betrothed to Mary, a virtuous dame
Joseph, proud of his virgin, unbesmirched
beamed when their banns were recited in church
Mary had a visitor who descended in light
when the angel spoke she cowered in fright
"Fear not, chosen one, there's a child in your belly,
You'll name Him Jesus, unless you fancy Kelly."
"How can you be sure? I've not been with a guy."
"Must I spell it out? His father is God most high."
When Mary told Joseph he was caught off-guard
to accept Mary's tale was decidedly hard
his intended, purportedly as pure as they come
was with child from another; a soon-to-be mum
An angel of God appeared in splendor:
"Joseph, to no mortal did Mary surrender."
now, Joseph was righteous, obedient to God
ahead of the wedding date they then tied the knot
his family, deprived of a wedding reception
snickered: "What's with Joseph? This is clearly deception."
The newlyweds were obviously broke
Joseph told Mary: "My wife, don your cloak
We can't afford to pay taxes to them
we'll go to my birthplace; it's called Bethlehem
off they set with Mary on a donkey
for days on end over the hills of Galilee
All the tax evaders had crowded Bethlehem
not an inn in the place could accommodate them
Joseph begged as well he was able
one innkeeper showed them a stable
in amongst animals, vermin and filth
Mary, the Virgin, to our Savior gave birth
she wrapped Him in cloth to protect Him from danger
laid Him gently to rest in a hay-lined manger
Humankind then and now reaps the advantages
that Jesus has come to mend falling bridges
Heavy heart hears,
Ink invokes ire;
Dance deeply dear,
Expose empire.
Hurl hurry's horse,
Expose empty;
Ask apt applause,
Voice vanity;
Yield yonder yes.
Hide hopeless husk,
End each express;
Air aligns ask,
Rust reaps refill;
Thrust troubles thrill.
Leon Enriquez
13 December 2014
Singapore
The seed that’s sown, so is the fruit you reap
Doer of the good gather good, evil of evil reaps
Vipaka or result is reaction and action is karma
Every birth is conditioned by good or bad karma
Watch your thoughts, for they become words,
Watch your words, for they become actions
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny
Buddhism preaches five orders or processes
The third order or process , order of act and result
Desirable and desirable relate to good and bad.
Men not punished for their sins, but by them.
Worthless people blame karma, good atone it.
Whosoever diggeth the pit, shall fall therein
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Seventh Place winner in
CONTEST: Yay for "K" of Nikko Palmiro
I Fix My Eyes On Eternity
“17 For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. 18 So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.” 2 Cor 4:17-18 NIV
I Fix My Eyes On Eternity,
And deny my flesh worldly lusts.
The will of the flesh reaps corruption;
The will of the Spirit’s a must.
I will live soberly and righteously
By the power of God from on high.
I depend entirely on my Father—
His promises, He’ll not deny.
My sinful nature has been put to death;
My life’s now hidden with my Lord.
I Fix My Eyes On Eternity,
Enabling me to stay in heaven’s accord.
My Lord will purify me
And redeem me from every lawless deed.
In my heart, He’s fixed eternity
To grow and bloom like a farmer’s seed.
I look for the blessed hope
And the glorious second coming of my Lord.
To focus on this world and its cares,
I simply cannot afford.
Christ is the author and finisher
Of my faith that does reside.
In His grace and loving mercy,
My life I presently hide.
I Fix My Eyes On Eternity—
Life in heaven and the earth made new.
My heart yearns for the permanent;
Not like earth’s temporary venue.
I imagine my body made immortal—
No more pain or sickness within.
A life that’s filled with joy, peace and love—
A kingdom that’s free from sin!
© Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
Natural rainbow
Sunlight's spectrum of color
Diverted water droplets
Circle rainbow aglow
God's love exposed this wonder
Mankind reaps beauty's assets
There's a rainbow true
When gray darkens the blue sky
Light shines through the massive clouds
Promises anew
God's presence will amplify
Doubt's hold lifted love unshroud
Inspired by Laura Loo's Contest
Written: January 06, 2016
The harsh winds bite at my very soul
Alone I sit, waiting for the fight to commence
Heart racing, sweat pours despite the cold
Caution…not today
The warrior reaps the spoils
Cowards merely pray
Scars are reminders
Painful, but not fatal
Lessons of a fighter
Forward! I march to claim what is mine
Steel raised above my head
My sword of truth transcends time
Seize the day!
Lord steady thy hand
Use wisdom, guide my way
The moment is now
Not past heartaches
Nor future vows
Slay the demons, for they must fall
Thrust thy sword deep
Only then will I hear Victory’s call
A great mind is a curse and a blessing,
It is the engineer of furtherment;
Yet, it is loathed by its inheritor.
It begets its host a wealth of stardom,
Though this abundance of fame is detested;
For it reaps far more suffering than joy.
The constant attempt at normalcy,
The ineludible mental anguish;
This is what plagues the life of a genius.
Forever shall the gift of brilliance be condemned,
By beholder and spectator alike;
Because in all of its greatness, envy grows.
An envy so fierce that it forges hate,
And in its wake, not but regret remains;
Thus, a great mind is taken from the world.
Yet in its loss, something emerges. Hope.
Riddles twisting through the scalps,
Trace the paths that wind about
Pouring out through the watery spout
Like waterfalls, inside and out
Possessed by a madness,
Sadness reaps my every thought
Isolated by my shadow, I’m laying in the dark
And the river flows faster as the ferry embarks,
Behind brown eyes, find a crimson spark
As your prayer begins,
He seeks the mark of a sin,
Let the silver sink in,
Embracing your skin
And while every breath escapes from your heart,
You ask him, “What makes thee force my depart?”
With a love so strong, “Till death do us apart”
Day after day, this phrase you’d impart.
But when all control is powered by a fiend,
Darkness meets light, and the two are convened.
The passion of one causes will to concede,
Even when sacrifice compels thee to bleed.
And nothingness gathers to deliver me downward
Live amongst souls, and regret begins to shower
Blind to your ravenous taste to devour
From the day we began, you’ve dwelled within power
But confusion arouses where you don’t understand
I continue to love you, beyond my command
Dare you to rid me, you think that you can
But I’ll linger in this stream, from now till your end.
The world did wear you down and on you passed.
Nightmares of young did press your eyes to close,
But God has gathered you and him at last.
Today we mourn for you, with hearts half-mast,
Today your joy above joins here our woes.
The world did wear you down and on you passed.
Now Zion holds you in its streets, so vast,
Your withered hands and shining soul repose.
But God has gathered you and him at last.
Gehenna reaps none of what it has cast,
Sheol takes skins and God what he now sows.
The world did wear you down and on you passed.
The space where you once stood won’t fill so fast,
Your words will warm in us what hate once froze,
But God has gathered you and him at last.
Go meet Allah and He, your loves, in grassed,
Unfettered fields. Your death on Earth now shows
The world did wear you down and on you passed,
But God has gathered you and him at last.