Best Referenced Poems
*”If music be the food of love, play on.”
Play hard, but with a sweet guitar, play softly too.
Each note you play, I’ll sing along with you.
Play for me from night until the dawn.
If dancing be the food of love, dance on.
Tango me or waltz me around the room.
Rock and roll me underneath the moon.
Let me glide beside you like chiffon.
If artwork be the food of love, paint on.
Swirl your many colors; paint with glory
our wonderful and everlasting story -
works of art our progeny might smile upon.
* first line referenced to Shakespeare
Written Feb. 2, 2020 and posted Feb. 9. I wrote this actually last week and can't believe I did not notice the contest of Silent One was closing out; time just keeps getting away from me!
Categories:
referenced, love,
Form:
Quatrain
You Suffocate Me with Darkness…
~Satan~
Lawless, deceiver
Perverting, accusing, murdering
Fallen angel, ruler of darkness, marriage destroyer
You stalk, you lie, you destroy, you steal my loved ones’ joy
You are the real loser
in
The
End
You permeate my life with prisms of warm sunshine…
~Almighty God~
Rejuvenator, love illustrator, galaxy maker, poem saver
Shepherding, protecting, sacrificing
Prince of Peace, Sea-calmer, our best friend
You came, you lived, you sacrificed your life
You
are
the
main event
In Paradise…
Our Lord
Written by John Aaron Green & Gwendolen Rix
1-2-11
For Opposites Attract Collaboration Contest~Tracie Indigo Dream Weaver
John wrote the first half and believes that our poems will be inscribed into the streets of gold in Heaven which is referenced in the second half-- “poem saver”. Gwendolen wrote the second half.
Categories:
referenced, faith, uplifting, life,
Form:
Free verse
Ruler of the Cataracts-Maiden of the Mist
The thundering waters of the Niagara.
Voice of the mighty spirits of the water.
The natives believed and yearly sacrificed
a white canoe with fruit and flowers
and a chosen daughter, until the Christians
came and told them Jesus paid. Not until
Lela-Wala, an only child and motherless,
was chosen did the practice subside.
After she dived, her father Chief Eagle
ran out of the woods and followed her.
1/11/2022
HANDSOME LAKE
He was born as Hadawa'ko “Shaking Snow.”
Handsome’s half-brother was Cornplanter.
My heritage from People of the Longhouse —
John married Margaret, a French woman.
She birthed Helen, my great-great-great grandma.
Together they lived on a reservation.
Handsome was born in 1735 in a Seneca village
on the Genesee River into the Turtle Clan —
later he was adopted into the Wolf Clan.
Doubtless my relatives knew of Handsome Lake.
He signed the U.S. treaty with the Six Nations.
1/11/2022
Referenced Wikipedia.com and webwinds.com
Categories:
referenced, native american,
Form:
Free verse
Never heard Jesus
referenced as "the late Jesus"
Hmmm, not once, have you?
Categories:
referenced, history
Form:
Haiku
"Soul Contract - Part 1"
“I Am”. The All Seeing Eye. The Pineal Gland.
Perhaps God exists in all of us - the Great “I Am” exists in all of us.
Within all of us The Pineal Gland, The All Seeing Eye?
“I AM”.
Waiting there within us subliminal, covert, invisible
God’s been there all the time
A throne of hidden power for us to sit on, to be driven
Turn the key in the ignition
to another strange dimension
foot to the floor, hands on the wheel
change the gears up a notch
Drive out of this old skin and bone heavy body through
The Doorway to God?
Karmic Generation.
7 Colours in a Rainbow.
7 Dimensions on a rung
Ascending Jacob’s Ladder
Electric Golden shooting Souls,
Energy Light Beings now melting through the Centre of the Sun?
To reach the LIGHT one must have the DARK.
What if there is no light at the end of the tunnel -
what if what we truly see is the apodictic spark,
the Light emanating pure and strong is shooting out from us,
like high beam lights in an ever speeding car on a highway
and the Stag standing in shock, stock-still, eyes glowing bright in the headlights
in the middle of the road up ahead,
is our reflection like in a mirror that we’ve been forever travelling towards
and now is our moment to reach out and meet God above, in another dimension
perhaps this is pure sacred LOVE.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)
(1)
Genesis 32:22-31
(2)
http://www.stillnessinthestorm.com/2014/01/pineal-gland-referenced-in-bible-again.html
(3)
"When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is LOVE."
Categories:
referenced, dark, destiny, forgiveness, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
Methinks I inadvertently got entangled
without deliberate intent, sans whirled
wide web, albeit courtesy of yours truly,
who (flattered upon at least one maybe
more'n one Prose.com subscriber click-
king regularly regarding posts this scribe
electronically broadcast) unwittingly, me
violated unspoken/unwritten breach of
considerable proportion, which singular
impetus arose spontaneously to transmit
(without said dude indulging crude, lewd,
nude... offensive faux pas), that hopefully
doth newt engender an unstoppable feud
(tantamount as if purely innocent motive
capital one offence) pseudo cryptic allusion
to female - only referenced her boat oxe
screen name took objection hinting at my
appreciation by acknowledging humorous
indirect linkedin pleasantries at appealing
to inquisitiveness about this generic garden
variety *****sapien, (he just learned how
to walk erect this morning), but much ado
about nothing, asper comedy of errors this
harmless by George run of the mill on the
floss imp pond durable bard, she (naturally
squared the circle, a laudatory feat), perhaps
concluded, aye tried iterating what appeared
as theorem (from unpublished recently disc
hovered "FAKE" testament, sans Matthew),
and of course no ambition arises to hire any
gumshoe - well worth his polyisobutylene in
chiclets will be pursued, but loose vicious
bloodhounds after this doggone muttering
ole coon holding him hostage within his oh
zone unnaturally square cage.
Categories:
referenced, appreciation, fate, friendship, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
Favors taken for granted, often will cease to be granted.
People won't keep giving, giving, and more giving,
If the receivers aren't willing to at least recognize
The efforts or means sacrificed in their behalf.
Granted, 'altruism' is a wonderful characteristic to possess;
The concept is even referenced in the Sermon On The Mount:
"Let not your right hand know what your left hand doeth";
But there are more scriptures encouraging gratitude than altruism.
Blessings taken for granted will soon cease to be granted.
If you pray, don't just keep asking, asking, and more asking.
Recognize express gratitude for what you received and keep receiving.
"Please" and "Thank You" are most important words in every language.
20150923
Categories:
referenced, thanks,
Form:
Narrative
“Cannot be named
Cannot be found,”
For in this effort--this person
Into non-Tao becomes wound.
The Tao was before time’s beginning.
The Tao is not found in complex systems,
But is revealed by listening to the heart,
To the oneness of all living things,
The honoring of all beings.
There is the start!
For the Tao has been
Endowed by nature to all.
Therefore, no need for grasping.
The Tao is to be found
In the silence between breaths,
By seals in the waves
Jumping in play,
By a caring hand on a
Fevered brow, there is the Way.
Father Merton wonders
Did St Francis join with the Tao,
And the Buddha sitting under the Bodhi tree
Who showed
A way to end suffering
Brought on by attachment to anger,
Delusion and greed.
Thus the way of Tao, simplicity,
Release attachment to things.
The Tao has been called “Mother
Of all Truth and Life.”
This humble person must stop
For all this explaining is non-Tao
So she will stop
She will stop right NOW!
Referenced in many ways: “The Way of Chuang Tzu” by Thomas Merton.
Categories:
referenced, philosophy
Form:
Rhyme
Last Name, First Name (Nom Prénom)
To address a person by their surname,
Rather than their given shows disrespect,
Attests, this is vulgar and profane
To the individual referenced.
If the intent is to use the latter,
Say Mr., Mrs., Miss or Ms. prior,
Be courteous and display good manners;
Refined behaviours will take you further.
Given names are chosen and assigned at birth,
To human beings for distinction with class,
It’s polite to address people by their first,
With a salutation before their last.
Though the use of surnames is prevalent,
It’s an unpolished cultural etiquette.
Categories:
referenced, allegory, education, perspective, satire,
Form:
Sonnet
Jump Start My Heart
The pulse is barely detectable growing weaker every second
Oxygen, breath of life so thin the moment he went through the glass
Emergency, emergency, code red means critical care needed
Emergency, emergency more time the monitors have pleaded
Through double hissed air lock doors the gurney comes to rest
Only if time gave a little bit more to save these eyes from death
Emergency, emergency critical DOA arrival for the morgue to receive
Emergency, emergency donor card active what organs can we retrieve
Systematic checks and tests to match up with lists of lives who bleed
Cross referenced and graphed a positive match for a heart in need
Emergency, emergency redirect the gurney into operation room 9
Emergency, emergency start to finish we only have a few hours time
The DOA lays bared, incisions everywhere, the largest in mid chest
The helicopter awaits, a panic state, flying a cooler way out west
Emergency, emergency clinging to life left with little chance
Emergency, emergency the EKG is flat as death gets a transplant
Life anew stitched in, arteries in stints, preparing to revive a heart
All plugged in, wired skin, electrical pulses give life a jump start
Emergency, emergency failed revival on the first three tries
Emergency, emergency on the fourth life beats to opening eyes
Written for contest: "Wake Up My Heart" 11/04/17
WON 1ST PLACE IN CONTEST RESULTS
Categories:
referenced, deep, giving, hope, life,
Form:
Free verse
Dear Diary
I know because I have been forewarned
That when my name is brought up
and I am mentioned and
referenced in certain other people's
company
Some people choose to refer to me as
isn't he funny but not meant as or
to be complimentary
But rather as they think I am joke and
meant to be a poke
Which only serves to prove to me I
am exactly where I am supposed to
and wish to be
Because if they spoke of me or held
me in high regard or thought we held
similar opinions or points of view
Then I fear I would have to take a
long hard look at myself and revaluate
who I think and believe I am
The type of person who much prefer
to gossip about other people when
they are soundly out of earshot behind
their back's
Who wouldn't dare spout anything but
praise if standing right in front of them
whilst simultaneously avoiding all forms
of eye contact just incase they see the
white's or color of their eyes
So Dear Diary please promise me that
you will never to constantly remind me
every time I decide to make a fresh entry
To remind me that life is not a popularity
contest based solely upon good looks an
alarming lack of intelligence or morals
and character
But rather being able to look oneself
in the eye and being able to sleep at night
So gladly please feel free to poke away
and think of me as joke it's merely
water off a duck's back to me
And ditto same , same here , here right
back at you
I think you're funnier than I am or could
ever be difference being
I am actually trying to be which
is ironic because sadly you aren't
Categories:
referenced, 10th grade, slam,
Form:
Free verse
Imagine a hoary and hide-bound tome,
A translation of an ancient Greek text.
Sift 'mongst the lines, and through the details comb,
Referenced there find what has so men perplexed,
Hand-me-down quotes of a third hand account
From Egypt's priests scrolls...of a country hexed.
The thinnest hints 'bout a volcanic mount...
Tales of a people who challenge gods could...
A city ringed by harbors, three in count.
Wonders, grandeur, and all that was deemed good,
Storied in culture and philosophy,
Destroyed by a cataclysm not withstood.
True the story or an artifice be?
Platonic ramble? Neptunian get?
This utopia which has named a sea...
Believe? I want to, but convinced? Not yet.
The legend of Cleito's ten sons stays strong...
The world reminds us lest we try t'forget.
If true, it sings th;words of man's oldest song.
Fantasy? Real?
Atlantis of dreams...
Canst thou ever be found?
Terzanelle (with a Questionku chaser)
Categories:
referenced, fantasy, history,
Form:
Terzanelle
Olivia, or Livvy, is a Sky Academy Sports Scholar,
Competes in sprint T38 and long jump events F38.
She was born in Guildford, England, to a mother,
Who is Welsh and to a father who is of Irish state.
Born with Cerebral Palsy, Livvy raced at school,
In her primary years and she’s experienced
even though she’s very young. She has a stool,
At the Diamond League meets; she’s referenced.
She is coached by Jonas-Tawiah Doddo tough,
And Julie Hollman, and at the London Paralympics,
She won bronze in the 4x100m womens relay rough,
Doing very well in the 100m and in the 200m antics.
That same year and Holland, the Stadkanaal’s locale.
Livvy travelled to these IPC European Championships,
Where she procured the honour of the bronze medal,
Twice over, in the 100m and the 200 metre battleships.
Her mother’s country, Wales, in Swansea in 2014,
Livvy won at these Europeans a bronze and a silver,
In the 100m T38, and then in the 100m T35-38 gene,
Storming to victory like a train needing to deliver.
Then in 2015 in Qatar at the World Champs in Doha,
She won the gold with three team mates in the relay,
In the 4x100m they did pound with speed and power,
‘Cos Livvy had Di Dougherty as her mentor to sleigh.
2016, and the Grosseto Europeans happened in Italy,
And Livvy won a gold medal to boast about back home.
Then in Rio she came 7th in the 100m sprint, her tally,
But she was removed from the relay so she did moan.
Categories:
referenced, body, desire, growth, health,
Form:
Quatrain
Thy birth on January 13th –
cervical contractions
would not abate
the pesky master (papa), strove
to synchronize seminal bait
thence, forty-two weeks
after ma parents did pro create
imminent lviii plus years ago to date,
this present baby boomer doth
indubitably and inherently equate
nineteen hundred and fifty nine
bequeathed birthed mine kempf ill fate
neurological manifestation,
sans obsessive compulsive did grate
behavioral motif and analogous
to frontispiece per story I hate
of my life and hard times,
when all of a sudden out blue irate,
the onset of emotional nadir,
where ballistic ordnance bombed away
fancy free, innocent, naïve boyhood
decrying, detonating,
and describing me own Pigs Bay
Allied, linkedin, and synced Luftwaffe
and Panzer division invasion that clay
like materiel within southern cerebral hemi
sphere inroads usurped no delay
riding roughshod via synapse straits sporting
scoring sorties using every
axe n newer on dread did
Swiss hide dill naught
to decimate with spirited ghost
of William Tecumseh Sherman
determination tuff flay
leaving not one iota (oft times)
referenced as gray
matter unaffected quite aware
of rebellious confederated voices
yelling “HOORAY”
Sabotaging orbitofrontal communication
incorporating connection between anterior
cingulate gyrus cortex heightening activity
bridging (via atom sized pontoon bridges)
greater activity upon basal ganglia, which
synoptic description does nothing to alter
the predisposition to ingress of un control
able imbecilic, inexplicable, and illogical
fixation particularly during onset of puberty,
when an emotional kamikaze nose dive
at nadir of near lifelessness, the shadow
of me former self nowhere tubby found
on account of deadly symbiotic relationship.
Categories:
referenced, growth, hate, hurt, self,
Form:
Bio
Mysterious eerie visage of full moon comes forth
There is eerie wild sound coming from woods to the north
It will have its grip on soul of the night henceforth
And it will be sound underlying mystery thenceforth
It is the owl making ho-ho resonance as it flew above the meadow
And then disappeared in moon lighten shadow
Her eyes giving off predatory glow
They say some birds can carry soul from heavens to Earth bellow
The owl that makes that eerie sound
Suggests that her soul is unbound
And that is profound
Because things from other side of the moon by her are found
Athena is known to have an owl
Not raven duck or waterfowl
It was an owl
That not only midnight forest but spirit world would prowl
Athena and her owl were followed by a cult
What would owl bring to our world question is difficult
Maybe it is mind that needs no foundation to reach result
Not referenced by continuity only to its definition would be this result
There is something about those forward facing eyes
There is something about the silence with which owl transverses the skies
There is something about abyss like depth that in her eyes lies
When the eyes pierce through one’s very soul one knows owl is wise
Categories:
referenced, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme