Best Reconciles Poems
Whisper's of October
Whispers in this soup bowl
20 minutes after its muse explodes,
Daylight remains nothing more than a dream
Warding off the howling sound in mid-September's stream
Casting a line about a ginger light,
found in the depths of everything
Engaging from the sitting twilight, numb, tranquilized
Exposing and expressing the emotions found within
An attic lost in the Ancient sky ---awaits
A poetic hand is formed ---reaching out
A hissing whisper out of the darkness,
Listen-in, the echoes of October are calling
A halo, that reconciles a mysterious monarch moon
A mono grip in which summons a mysterious voice
of sweet serenity
Poets posting poems along the midnight page
Each poet can compose a poem and mimic free fallen verses,
One might call it a creative craving curse,
Webmaster's whose words speak for themselves
Voiceless-
They feel, and spills the will of idolized ink,
Blind-handed, splitting day from night
Warm whispers, needing no food to consume
Migraines of ink, feeding the soul
Burning Pages, overused pens
They've forgotten the pretty flowers
Living like lions, who never comes out of their dens
Murmuring and devouring, the enigmas of the unknown
Eyes behind a sieve, close tighter than before,
They hide nothing-
A world created from every sky-scrape the wall
Wanting to belong, a trick -or- treat*er in disguise
No friends, everything is pretend
These poets can’t be described, can't be believed
They are the best in what they do
For all you know this poet might be me,
This poet might be you
9/3/14
Categories:
reconciles, addiction, character, devotion, identity,
Form:
Free verse
With Divining Heart I Could Have Foreseen
With true divining heart I could have seen
little ripples of thy deep discontent.
My heart a meadow, once lush and bright green
now aching from lost days so sadly spent.
If thy heart sought the truth instead of lies
thee would have held, fast and firm loving vows.
These tears would not splash down from dark skies
as I seek anew, fertile fields to plow.
Blame I, ignorance of deception's wiles
trusting in our dear love and happy bliss.
Pray I, for miracle that reconciles
this distance, preventing thy soft-lips kiss.
With divining heart I could have foreseen
how thy lost heart would fail us, sweet Colleen.
R.J. Lindley
4-23 -1977
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 108
Note: My ignorance of a friend and his lies once cost me ever so dearly.
Lesson learned in youth, sad but one I suspect a great many others may have learned as well.
Categories:
reconciles, art, break up, growing
Form:
Sonnet
He is the voice inside your heart
the one that makes you care
the voice that cries at injustices
when life becomes unfair
He is compassion deep within
that stirs and makes you feel
the hurt and pain and helplessness
of the suffering and grieved
He is your comfort in sadness felt
when you try to understand
the senseless emphasis on things
of insignificance to man
He is the love no one can cloak
the tears of joy you shed
the water that connects the souls
of both the living and the dead
He is the force that shielded you
that kept you safe from falling
the guide that won't leave you alone
until you hear his voice that's calling
The voice that says he's engraved inside
your heart and soul and mind
and he'll bring to you remembrances
if you but want to seek, you'll find
He is the voice you know exists
healing wounds of your life's story
The voice determined that you win
And be partaker of his glory
He is the peace who ends despair
the truth in you for cause to say
"My God! My God! I know you're here
for you shine to light the way
and blood once shed has cleansed my sins
my aged old mind has been set free
Father, I do glorify thy name
for grace that reconciles through Christ in me"
And thus it is, the voice of hope
that enables you to stand
His reach is to the very core
His wisdom..the rebirth of the soul of man..
Categories:
reconciles, faith, hope, inspirational, love,
Form:
Free verse
He is the voice inside your heart
the one that makes you care
the voice that cries at injustices
when life becomes unfair
He is compassion deep within
that stirs and makes you feel
the hurt and pain and helplessness
of the suffering and grieved
He is your comfort in sadness felt
when you try to understand
the senseless emphasis on things
of insignificance to man
He is the love no one can cloak
the tears of joy you shed
the water that connects the souls
of both the living and the dead
He is the force that shielded you
that kept you safe from falling
the guide that won't leave you alone
until you hear his voice that's calling
The voice that says he's engraved inside
your heart and soul and mind
and he'll bring to you remembrances
if you but want to seek, you'll find
He is the voice you know exists
healing wounds of your life's story
The voice determined that you win
And be partaker of his glory
He is the peace who ends despair
the truth in you for cause to say
"My God! My God! I know you're here
for you shine to light the way
and blood once shed has cleansed my sins
My aged old mind has been set free
Father I do glorify thy name
for grace that reconciles through Christ in me"
And thus it is..the voice of hope
that enables you to stand
His reach is to the very core
His wisdom..the rebirth of the soul of man...
Categories:
reconciles, faith, hope, inspirational, love,
Form:
Free verse
Immerse in the tranquility of truth
And believe in the opulence of your
Devine being, BEHOLD IT,
As the proof, You seek is THOU
As Heaven’s Breath of Spiritual eloquence
As an Infinite horizon
In the radiance of light of Heaven
As beyond Yourself
As LOVE with Conscious intent
In the waves of Tenderness
Ascending and Receding
To return to the Egoless light
Behold,
Open the gate of your Heart
To witness the fountain of LOVE
The redeeming endless flow
That reconciles LOVE to life
Dear wandering pilgrim,
The gatekeeper Of HEART,
BLEED THE WATER OF LOVE
EAGERLY and BLISSFULLY
TO CLEANSE
THE WORLD IMPURITIES
And give gratitude to let the Fountain
Of Purity, Kindness, and Tenderness
Trail the robe of Bliss and Glory
TO BESTOW LOVE,
HUMANITY And COMPASSION
Until YOU REMEMBER
that YOU are ‘’LOVE’’
THE ULTIMATE HEALER
THE ULTIMATE
MANIFESTATION OF TRUE LOVE
THE TRUE SUBLIME CREATION OF LOVE
Categories:
reconciles, faith, humanity, love, religious,
Form:
Lyric
Through the faded door of never mind.
Couldn't find the button to rewind.
A lost cause that was left behind.
Two stars that just never aligned.
The what if's stayed where no one looked.
One little taste and then you're hooked.
The pot was boiling but nothing cooked.
Turn off the burner, room's been rebooked.
You walk the aisles browsing the styles.
And then check out as love beguiles.
Succumbing from her gentle wiles.
As you wonder if love reconciles.
The past caught up too late to matter.
There's no one left pitching the batter.
The game's been canceled on account of chatter.
The rules only count for the mad hatter.
I'm going home where no one lives.
I do what I want, no one forgives.
As the meaning wanes with derivatives'.
When the walls and the ceiling leak like sieves.
The past is still calling, the present is stalling.
Tomorrow's creeping, but barely crawling.
Till love come's again to find you falling.
And chances of hope don't end up appalling.
Categories:
reconciles, assonance,
Form:
Rhyme
The laughter of women sets fire
to the Halls of Injustice
and the false evidence burns
to a beautiful white lightness
It rattles the Chambers of Congress
and forces the windows wide open
so the fatuous speeches can fly out
The laughter of women wipes the mist
from the spectacles of the old;
it infects them with a happy flu
and they laugh as if they were young again
Prisoners held in underground cells
imagine that they see daylight
when they remember the laughter of women
It runs across water that divides,
and reconciles two unfriendly shores
like flares that signal the news to each other
What a language it is, the laughter of women,
high-flying and subversive.
Long before law and scripture
we heard the laughter, we understood freedom
Categories:
reconciles, beauty, for her, freedom,
Form:
Ballade
Posed such, in its formidable array
would guess that all protection in refer
not deem my soul respectively, relay
but from some archway's character of serve!
That guard of my esteem, not turning gray
is from some inner peace, not just of nerve
the loyalty I've bridged by my own stay
now chances not its entry as conserve.
For naught the times, nor beckoning's concur
that shoulder decorated stood its ground,
some rite of passage, measures not impure
or guesses at my fancy, or my frowned!
How steady in some answer of reserve
would guarantee its effort, so unbound,
that resolution's comfort not deserve
or its entailment daily ne'er impound!
Is freedom such an answer, I not need
when life holds such encumbrance up her sleeve,
prescribe me not, in entities concede
but brave begot ~ a childhood of bereave!
The Sentry, grasp the plot ~ remit, receive
to bear it all, a blossom of Faith's core
that from behind, attacks are so conceive
the narrowing's remind, an open door!
The harrowing of purging not refined
a net of undeniable content,
the message straight from cowardly assign
and from its framework, instigates resent!
That Hell be guarded once, and so confined
the nature of the whore that so compels,
is tempting of man's nature, so inclined
and reconciles its effort, "all is well!"
And so it be, prerogative regress
is functioned only lightly to incline
to rob my thought, my enemies redress
and matter less, to only spend my time!
Forfeits agenda, reconciles, climbs
that merit of dissension leaves encore,
all but that host's dimension steeps unbind
revolving with ascension ~ perish more ~
And tumbles its direction ~ out of line!
To be continued ~ The Sentry Rhymes ~ Dangerous times.
Note ~ Guard duty is one of the most sensitive, and loyal of commitments.
Such as that of a noble entity, a queen, an endangered person, or even
a family, spouse, children. Today our protection needs to be more loving,
more personal & caring, not back turning, and avoiding. Our own National
Guard need to be here, at home, on board, with their reason intact, and not
forged from some idealistic, protectionist bourgeois ~ needing to be
everywhere else!
Categories:
reconciles, caregiving, dedication, devotion, soldier,
Form:
Munajat
Dance and prance my sincere lady of the night
Always listen to what’s clear and bright.
Never disclose your joy from the light.
Carry your soul happily not contrite.
I am amazed at your moves, without a fight.
Never looking at who watches in sight.
Granting victory, not ever any fright.
To the wind step lively as a sprite,
One note, one stanza, symphony delight.
Music makes her dance with great joy.
Unknown to others her tune does employ.
She can hear the music, others so coy.
Intentional movements she does deploy.
Creativity that no soul will destroy,
One chance, one love, she holds true.
Never letting her heart, feel blue,
Lady dances into heavenly hue.
Yet her mind has no clue.
Sounds within her heart plays so well,
Hearing beauty, others cannot tell.
Exemplifies her spirit, under the spell,
Crazy you might say, or is it her forte.
Always strong in will and graceful sport,
Not awaiting any certain partner escort.
Hearing, dancing, to only music she can hear.
Energizes and places her design of no fear.
Angelic leaps she abounds in complete cheer.
Reconciles her charisma, shall not disappear.
date written 10-05-2015
Categories:
reconciles, beauty, creation, desire, inspiration,
Form:
Acrostic
Darkness surrounds life
Evil shrines the night so real
Natures sleeping world
Restoring all new
Goodness prevails in the light
Realistic power
Between nights and days
Minuscule time reconciles
Ones disposition
written by
Cecil Hickman
writen for
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Contest Name HAIKU HODGEPODGE ..TRIO
Categories:
reconciles, life, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Haiku fragment
Poignant moment;
Seeing clearly
Wander stops to wonder
Glimpse of magic;
Miracle moment
In a swift gust
Wind-blown mirage;
Reconciles nature
Stop by grass verge
Bushy grass flowers;
Following the wind
Silent joy
Awesome revelations;
Light heart strokes
Leon Enriquez
27 June 2014
Singapore
Categories:
reconciles, allusion,
Form:
Haiku
'Twas a boring days of October
When I viewed you which reconciles
The prestiges of mine.
You incurred myself a neophytes
to prosperous prestige,
Incurred me with an inducement,
to be degree holder.
Yet, amazement rush,
Between you and me,
Six-annum surpassed.
Nevertheless,
Even friendship is futile,
To both of us!!!
Categories:
reconciles, happiness, life, love,
Form:
A single’s net is cast
A single climbs the mast
To view a sea of profiles
Catching eyes, some color-blind
Some emails are soon returned
Some senders have not yet learned
Most personals are not for wiles
Or just adult friends to grind
A match searched for past 'leven
A perfect match wished for from heaven
No more games on survivals’ isles
No more drama is undersigned
Updating ads for smaller ponds
If no pic, then no response
If no interest, then no dials
Old tires put lines in a bind
Pulling to shore some more flirts
Pulling to shore some more skirts
Sorting through a crowd of smiles
Where faces can read the mind
Which one is honest and true?
Which one is the real yahoo
Who's willing to travel for miles?
Who fits the ideals outlined?
Wanting more than clever screen names
Wanting more than tramps or lames
There’s a need for someone who reconciles
Both worlds of man and womankind
Where chemistry can be sparked again
Where harmony can be marked again
Not on the notches of belts or stiles
But where two lives are intertwined
Not on shipwrecked beaches with felons
Not with fruitcakes, bananas or melons
This is for the sliced and diced files
Of those who cut straight to the rind
To reveal the heart and mind so deep
To reveal the soul in a body asleep
With messages and calls in piles
On silent, cold sands, sometimes maligned
Compatibility is hard gained
Compatibility should not be bargained
There is someone over lands, seas or Niles
For everyone who wants to be redefined
Cast a new net and take a chance
Cast a better net for love and romance
With personality, character and styles
Catching eyes of beauty and joy combined
Categories:
reconciles, love
Form:
Rhyme
at this hour let it ring true
he who sits and waits is the fool
a coward cries unto none
the fearless seek forbidden fun,
the heart that bleeds for love
screams in anger to the lord above
he who reconciles with the way things should be
never learns to be free
words tossed to paper never making sense
fall to those who see ignorance
speak to soon
a thought not though through
easy to judge another
harder to call him your brother
in the years that past
it's words that last.
nothing to write but wanted to
dumb lines I wrote for I have nothing new.
Categories:
reconciles, computer-internet, on writing and
Form:
Free verse
A SYNOPSIS OF LOVE:
Love is not a folklore appreciated only in hindsight
Nor a fairytale told only to children under the moonlight
Love is real but rare as gem, like diamond and amethyst
It is far more valuable than magnetite and cassiterite
Yet amazingly ubiquitous like sand and laterite
To all of mankind; a holy book reader or atheist
To the lucky brethren, love is an Angel Divine
Springing forth joy, peace and harmony from within the spine
It is the golden gaze of the early morning sun
To the unlucky, love is a demon from the depths of Hades
Stealing sleep, creating chaos and the denial of fun
It is a ghost of darkness from the shadows of the shades
Love vanquishes all evil; human or demonic
It reconciles all enemies; foreign or domestic
Upholding the edicts of Emperor Constantine
Amplifying the idea and sacrifice of St Valentine
It is the only stimulant, consumed not in clandestine
That can purge the cholera of war out of humanity's intestine
Some of us may have loved, lost and seen trauma
And during our period of perplexity and dozens of drama
We may have cursed and wished to bath with molten magma
But love heals, it forgives and overpowers the concept of Karma
True love is so beautiful that it creates a sweet panorama
I pray it finds you, for it soothes and pampers like spa and sauna
Jideofor.Obidike as ‘The Plantagenet’
Categories:
reconciles, break up, inspirational love,
Form:
Lyric