Best Reforms Poems
In moments of despondent spirits I turn to you,
the resplendent paradise of secret dreams anew.
The opalescent orchard orchestrates tender hopes,
like cuddling chrysanthemum my fading fear elopes.
Bursting bubbles of beguile blossoms sprinkle love,
frivolous faith nurtures nascent nest of white dove.
I find solace in sumptuous serenades through storms,
in symphony of mellowed streams, my anxiety reforms.
Intertwined petals of Cynthia and magnolia waltz,
undressing my weariness to dissolve draped faults.
Butterflies blissfully slip into alluring aurora,
a healing touch melts my heart in gleaming aura.
A sapphire gem dropped by the albatross as rain,
absorbs my tormented memories in nascent vervain.
The seeds of lavender mellows in whispers strum,
silk strings of your fir-kissed ensnaring soft hum.
How gracefully my soul dances behind velvet dew,
as Asteria and Aphrodite fuse their worlds anew.
In the vineyard of blushing lullabies in light,
my musk-soaked pages flip with snowflakes bright.
The oceans of my universe peek into a shore afar,
dripping in crevices of my sanctuary as your star.
I doze off to a euphony of embraced fingers in sleep,
this secret paradise, our eternal promise I'll keep.
August 17, 2020
Sanctuary Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
~Winner: 1st Place
Categories:
reforms, analogy, hope, music,
Form:
Couplet
Breathe
When the night claims you like a wayward leaf of old
and it takes you to the caves where anything turns gold.
You don't ask any questions and you don't dare breathe.
You just follow her, like a light weight tumbled weed.
Down the passages of dark, down the staircase of rune
every step a little deeper than the crevices of moon,
You can almost taste the air, on your tonguing clepe.
You can down the stars of heaven in one single leap.
Taking you by the waist it shall dance you through
the elixir of happiness when your feeling down n' blue.
You just thank the Lord for the magic of this gift.
All you need is skin n' eyes to cross her lowly rift.
When night claims you like a wayward leaf of old
and takes you to her caves, all etched with gold.
Don't ask her any questions just go ahead breathe.
No, don't ask her anything at all, just breathe,
yes, breathe...
How your skin intermingles and your words interweave
as your thoughts become one and your desires are seen!
You don’t have the answers for the feelings within.
You are so excited and your tension subsides as you breathe.
The glow on the walls fulfills the dark.
The hieroglyphic staircase reforms at once.
The air is refreshing and you can savor the breeze.
The stars are the luminaires that showcase what’s achieved.
The hyperactivity dances your feet.
A prescription of joy embraced so easily.
The Almighty God had given wisdom matured.
All-inclusive is the mind and you intuitive.
The clamor of night is attentive.
It takes your knowledge to the trees
where you lay awake awaiting.
Don’t question, just relax and breathe,
yes, believe…
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Written for A Collaboration With Mystic Rose, Poem
Entitled: "Breathe" - Poetry Contest on January 05,
2015! Mystic Rose is the first four Quatrains
and "yes, breathe..." and Verlena S. Walker is the
second four Quatrains and "yes, believe..."
More so, for the total effect, read Mystic Rose
Quatrain once again because she is creator and
I am the collaborator .
Categories:
reforms, image, muse, new year,
Form:
Quatrain
a single drop
escapes and shapes
the one reforms into the many
forces merge and maintain the center
as an ocean to a clear running stream
effortless delicate movements
the beautiful semblance of creation
only free when infinity extends an open hand
we gracefully bend submitting to the wind
ever escalating the highest life and limb
gales roll in and away
drifting wide and floating astray
iridescence is indescribable yet defines
the sky as she decides a color
her choice always a brilliant contrasting horizon
grandiloquent patterns push to lavish design
extending to no less than the highest point
contours of jewels and soft silky edges
expand in the flourishing demand
moving on in an elaborate showdown
illumination has changed direction
mist is abundantly clear
looting and diverting a moon’s glow
enhancing the sky’s light with spectrum’s of sight
diamonds in the sky
these silhouettes fall into a slow embrace
obscurity celebrates movement
with this final chance in a dance
abstract is an overachiever here
endlessly molding a new shape
a familiar sight replaces the mirage
swarming the moonlight to be still
to see the secret inside a shimmer
the very heart of all things
where a reminiscent choral sound
rhapsodies pure aesthetic
calls you to a sublime slumber
magnificent claims this place of illusion
a majestic showing of dreams and nightmares
more is all we need
patiently we await the kiss from bliss
her touch behind the eyes
opens up the skies
for an Ethereality
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
Categories:
reforms, appreciation, beauty, creation, imagery,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I had a dream that I was the President of the USA and this
is what I would do to make my country strong again. . .
Get every single citizen vaccinated for Covid 19 and variants
Work with advisors on ways to open up the economy
Implement a plan to help citizen find jobs, shelter and food
Work with Border Authorities to open up the borders
For sure make the "Dreamers" USA citizens
Release Mexican children held in cages and unite with family
Work to achieve Climate Change with advisors and scientist
Form a plan to reduce pollution in the rivers, lakes and oceans
Find ways to help endangered species and loss of habitat
Put a stop to import of trophy hunter kills from other countries
Work to create a friendly relations with Canada and Mexico
Respect the rights and treaties of the native Indians
Put into action an end to police brutality with zero tolerance
Work on how to end racial prejudice for all races and religions
Create a great health care plan for all citizens
Improve relations with allies and all countries of the world
Work on gun reforms making ownership more restrictive
Make prison sentences have no option for parole or pardons
Show compassion in times of national or world tragedy
Do everything in my power to make USA strong
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February 10, 2021
Poetry/List/If I Were
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1327-582-10
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, If I Was President
sponsor, Matt Caliri, Judged 03/19/2021
Third Place
Categories:
reforms, dream,
Form:
List
New year's resolution to make?
Perhaps that's a silly mistake.
My life is too short
for me to support
reforms for the brand new year's sake!
No chance to change my settled ways!
I'm fine with the way I spend days.
I won't rock my boat,
new year please take note,
a copy of last year- replays!
December 30, 2016
Contest: Sencleri-limoku
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
reforms, change, new year,
Form:
Limerick
The absence of [man's] color will win: white,
black, yellow, or red make no difference
in the life-and-death crush of existence
that rocks and shocks with might but is not right!
Clear and sheer-like, with stealth it comes like night
in strength and power, like a deliverance
about to split apart Intolerance,
the racist's slight, and the mean bigot's bite.
It is right; and has the appearance of
soft, subtle Light that reforms the old view,
and shines a vision of a world suffused with love,
grace, spirit, and clear sight in hearts anew:
our tribes can live in peace and soar above
as One, when our disputes become one hue.
Categories:
reforms, color, future, humanity, people,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
Spring Summer Autumn Winter Acrostic Poetry.
"Spring"
Seeking political office is getting hard,
Party politics needs more vigor in this regard:
Republicans must try more to deliver their views
In order to organize the people, without any excuse;
Nowadays, Democrats are getting stronger, after
Gaining control of the White House and the Senate altogether.
"Summer"
Some people think, and it's a true fact, that
Unless Republicans try to review their policy tact,
Many of their seats will be lost in congress,
Mainly some seats in the Senate, also some of the seats they control
Especially in the House: they will have to review and
Revise their conservative norms, regarding Immigration Reforms.
"Autumn"
America needs a strong leader
Under the present day economic conditions
To lower the country's debt of over 14 trillions dollars:
Until and unless we try to cut down spending and
Most of us try to reduce excessive wastes,
No amount of effort will save the country from disaster.
"Winter"
We the people think that
In this country it was
Never the right thing,
To increase excessive spending,
Even if we could afford to spend it.
Responsibility lies in all of us to reduce the nation's debt.
Categories:
reforms, poetry, political, seasons,
Form:
Acrostic
I kiss your lips
I taste your soul
I feel the real you inside my soul
our spirits remix
you paint my lips with your taste, your breath, your feel, your soul
your essence of existence now I feel and know
we instill to be still,
we combine our fates, unite
your thoughts cross-hatches mine
we twist, we turn closing our eyes to complete our need
we Intertwine, we tangle, we whine
our body, soul and spirit stabilizes as one
our souls intensify, fly
inscribed with love, we carve peace
we prepare our wishes to bliss, to pieces
as our feelings and emotions float with pride
the need to fill and be filled has been met indeed
our emotions glowing wild
our temperatures rise, surging high
our hearts pump thumping swift
our bodies melt conforming in rhythm
beating in synchrony to our feelings
the touch, the feelings, conforms, reforms, reshapes with a quick pace
our skins peel for healing, as ownership is achieved
we sink into each others soul and arms hugging
the unproven soul meiosis occur surging
we combine our souls evolving
as we descend with kisses of symbiosis .................
Categories:
reforms, on writing and wordsemotions,
Form:
Flowers of Midnight
I am not a morning glory
I am damsel of the midnight
When misery struck my family,
wrath of God, classy people cite
To appease the Almighty,
pubescent girl at home be left...
as a "Devadasi" which meant
literally, " Servant of the Deity"
This immoral exploitation
veiled under wraps of religion
Ignorant, illiterate with superstition
my family lets me into this with celebration
A ritual follows during my initiation
into this system of south Indian society
and 'am declared deity's wife...
My new home the temple premise
All my life dreams in air collapse
At this point, am made a midnight flower
to the classy patrons and priests
My duty is to dance and sing
and cater to their insatiable carnal needs
I am craved for at nights
and like trash rejected as dawn heralds
for I am their queen of the nights
I am a withered midnight flower
My fragrance lingers only at night
My voice subdued beneath my
footsteps as I dance to their dirty desires
My soul weeps in deep hiding suppressed
while outside emanate my forced joyful songs!
© Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
P.S: Devadasi system refers to immoral exploitation of girls who were dragged into prostitution in the name of religion which was deeply rooted in south-Indian states. Awareness and social reforms has removed this from society this centuries old deeply etched socio-religious malefic practice.My attempt just to throw light on this system and not to deal with several details and controversies associated with this.
Categories:
reforms, abuse, art,
Form:
Free verse
Alexander a Tsar of ideals
A man of heart and noble thought
His mentor, Swiss, Monsieur La Harpe
From childhood, molded to play histories part
He built his armies, to defend his land
His imperial crown and noble lands
Serfs and soldiers, all as one
Napoleons fodder, yet they won
A kind soul, with Christian heart
Ideals inspired by youthful dreams
La Harpes moral guidance did play
Mystical as a musical harp
Onwards in life did this Tsar March
Napoleon was exiled, to an island of defeat
As Cossacks marched along Paris streets
They danced both sides, in freedoms hard won
Josephine and Alex, in the night, dined alone…
The Tsar became Frances golden light
Bringing reforms and Senate into the light
Who would have thought, so long ago
The Tsar of Russia, in Paris did go?
He defended the lands, borders and rights
Giving the Nobility and England a terrible fright
What he feared at home, he endeavored abroad
He was the beginning of visions to be…
Vive la France
La liberté
Peace and Fraternity
Our Holy Alliance
Notes:
The Tsar who defeated Napoleon, written by Marie-Pierre Rey
Where to begin? She did a wonderful job on his biography as well as uncovering original documents in archives, shedding new light on his life.
Yes he marched to Paris
Yes he befriended Josephine the wife of Napoleon, much to the dismay of all.
Yes he endeavored to create a constitutional monarchy
Yes he fought to protect much of Frances borders, feeling that France was a counter weight to the other European powers at the time.
Frédéric-César de La Harpe (born April 6, 1754, Rolle, Vaud, Switzerland — died March 30, 1838, Lausanne, Switzerland) was a Swiss political leader and Vaudois patriot, who played a leading role in the creation of the Helvetic Republic. Was the tutor of Alexander the 1st, and played many would say a key role on the future Tsars actions during his lifetime
Categories:
reforms, adventure, history,
Form:
Light Verse
(Not) Regretting Cake
Never ending restrictions are slave driver’s tools a debatable concept wielding
Onslaughts on conscience asceticism zero sums zero size and perfection
To not trespass the segments of cake the boundaries and frontiers rules and
Regulations to not violate prescriptions norms dogma seems violent in itself
Ethics of ingestion virtue Kantian Imperatives calculus of nutrients refrain but
Greed I am not talking about only challenging that second third piece of cake
Reconstituting its shape form and meaning on my hips on my nourished mind
Eat it and have it I do not propose though I posit another round of consumption
To further the cause of challenging prejudice stereotypes and conformity
The cake forms reforms formulates temperate moderation versus addiction
In ‘massa libum’ veritas and in ‘veni vidi vici’ I transcend over the tyranny of
Never-ending so-called scientific nonsense regarding what my cake intake must
Gauge on the scales of truth and honesty desire tolerance and discomposure
Calibrated shackles prisons torture chambers othering of weighty arguments in
Adverse confusion of liberation freedom unregretted pleasure life as such are
‘Khamsin’-like oppression hot air and antidotes to independence to my pursuit of
Ebullition in words feelings thoughts and propositions and in that second slice of cake
05th August 2016
Categories:
reforms, power, prejudice,
Form:
Acrostic
Ida- “I was the first one not to move on the train
I won a settlement, for my emotional pain”
Rosa- “But I was the one who went down in history
So I’ll say that I have the victory”
Ida- “Miss Parks take a seat for real
I, Ida B. Wells was the real deal
I knocked on the woman’s door
And walked into her house
Told her to tell the truth and shut her mouth”
Rosa- “Martin the King and I the Queen
We changed the history books
The marches, the protests, legislation
Check it out take a look
My living was not in vain”
Ida- “No Rosa it wasn’t
But you played the game
By piggybacking off me
The law worked for me because I had tenacity”
Rosa- “Well Ida, we boycotted the buses we started walking
Then the bus companies started talking
So I hit them in their pocket, leaving the buses with empty seats
I did my part take a look at my feet
Better known as the Montgomery Boycott
By starting that, I started a lot”
Ida- “No one is trying to take your props
I led the anti-lynching crusade in the United States
Because injustice continued to escape
I also called for President William McKinley to make reforms
Because lynching could not be accepted as the norm”
Rosa- “You and I have done a lot for our people”
Ida- “We have done our part to obliterate evil”
Rosa- “Thank you my friend”
Ida- “I thank you my sister, this is not the end”
Categories:
reforms, books, pain,
Form:
Narrative
With economics to high standarts of life,
We are not transpassers in our own country!
And it's no wonder why, because our fathers,
Our children and our mothers,
All we are free and united,
Every day and sometimes on TV even allnighted,
Our friends and relatives on the free lands,
Professional and special,
Can change our trade union system
As all reforms were done before this funny,
For instance - budget !
And to have much more money,
And it seems to me that
Financial organs have a hope to enlarge in
2, 3, 4 or more times, but "How much?' -
Ask us our children, - 'we can have the real money?'
Without free trade union we do not know,
But think please - as much as you can, yes? So!
Let be not the Lunas of the Moon,
But satelites of our Sun and tune
For all the best economical stations of modern world -
New life in the new free spaces, hold?
High technologies and qualifications,
Let us try to reform the trade unions
With their investments of a new free world, old?
All companies and on the start every new one:
It would be holiday and fun - for juniors!
Categories:
reforms, family, children, people,
Form:
Classicism
Only my soul see the seasons when I am alone
Wearing the camouflage of a mocking frown,
The frock grows longer when I am on my own
Serene Emblems of clouds sparkle in my crown.
When the whole realm of close friends disappear
The eyes within my heart became black and blue,
Misty springs waltz through the atmosphere,
Gave the world no sign of the solitude I knew.
Just as fear is anxious about reasons for doubt
Floating dreams struggle with truths to enjoy,
The normal part of existing life breaking out
Trying to run away from emotional ties of memory.
We remain esteemed strangers within the walls
Of the challenging places where we sit alone,
In painful zone listening to our own distant voices
Playing calm tunes to replicate our delicate form.
The forlorn glands of pride were soiled and sunny
Indiscreet fears bunched and bungled together,
On every phony feeling awaken inside of my tummy
The voices of loneliness own every defining hour.
Shared on the long road of Independent demand
When good friends are gone, we are left alone
With opinions to ponder as strangers in the land,
Reaping galvanize reforms to leave the tragic union.
Categories:
reforms, adventure, celebration, goodbye, immigration,
Form:
Free verse
Poor Ruby Hummer looks confused,
searching for her favorite feeder.
It was right there when it last was used,
in September, in the cedar.
Above the Bee-balm and Lobelia,
in my pollinator garden,
so sorry, Ruby, yes I feel ya,
and I truly beg your pardon.
I’m late this May, you came so soon
from your Yucatan vacation.
2000 miles from your lagoon,
a miraculous migration.
500 miles without a stop
o’er the Gulf, you must be famished.
A marvel that you didn’t drop,
and now your feeder’s vanished!
‘twas just last week we had some snow,
a freakish mid-Spring specter.
Please be patient, please don’t go,
I’ll brew you up some nectar.
Meanwhile, check the Columbines
while I go and fetch the feeder.
And don’t forget your Trumpet Vines
that grow behind the cedar.
Come grace my garden, cheer my heart,
you’re my favorite garden guest.
It’s time to fatten up and start
to build the family nest.
Nest materials, soft and pliable,
give shelter from the storms.
Next Spring I will be more reliable,
I’ll institute reforms.
June 2020
Garden Contest sponsored by Constance La France
Categories:
reforms, bird, flower, garden, spring,
Form:
Rhyme