Best Reliably Poems
Frozen to perfect, stiff, fixed and fast,
Forever replicating exact,
Transparent colours of love and beauty,
Forever being abstract,
She’s a water kingfisher, with a purple song box,
Or ocean wave smashing to shore,
Forever being a shimmering dog,
Or a magnificently powerful horse,
She can be hard and solid, reliably strong,
Unflinching to hurt, rage or pain,
Or she can be a delicate fragile of perilously weak,
Carrying your toast of champagne,
She’s our beautiful glass, our goblet of glaze,
Our sculptured trichromatic quartzite,
She’s everything beautiful wrapped into one,
Illuminating a rainbow of light.
Categories:
reliably, art, beauty, growth, peace,
Form:
Personification
What size is yours? How big’s your pride?
When do you take it out?
Where does it sit on your ride of life?
Does it make you scream and yell and shout?
Did you earn this pride throughout your life?
Were you given this gift from birth?
Have you shown many people?
And do you know its worth?
Well, I use mine each and every day,
Mine’s big and strong and loud,
I use at the end of each working day,
When I want to get around,
Mine’s warm inside, leather bound,
Reliably tried and true,
She’s my high powered shiny classic car,
That I keep looking new.
Categories:
reliably, cute, fun, humor, pride,
Form:
Personification
repugnant racist republican reviled - rickettsia re:itch ruler.
rapaciously ravaged revered reverential rubric.
radical ruthless renegade rapidly riotously rips rigged ramparts.
refrains retaining remnant redolent regal, resplendent rafters.
riches rudely rupture rooted rectified rights.
ruckus ricochets revenant reign.
ratified rattlebrained rules roil reductionism.
rumbustious rapscallions rollick; render ruinous ramifications.
rusty razor razing revenge rents reprisal.
rabid rectal rictus rotten rebrands re-calibrate.
rambunctious revolutionaries rejoice.
ruffians ride roughshod routing reigning royalty.
reiterate revetting robust recidivist rationality.
ride Rolls Royce relentlessly rendering rock ribbing.
riffraff raconteur raise reactionary response.
revisit rancorous restrictive redlined realigned rightward rivets.
robocop ridiculously rubber-stamped reorganization.
recalcitrant reactors release rapture.
rash Russian roulette reconnaissance raconteurs rack rubles.
red room reflects republican RNA.
rap risible rheumy ratiocinated rug-rats revoke righteous refulgent repertory.
rapier robed robbers ransack reliquary resounding retaliation.
retaliatory redcoat regnum reformation remembered.
Rudy robotically recoiling rapprochement
raison d'être rosily revered rifled relics raffled.
rookie raves ripe rackful rubenesque reliably ranked.
refulgent rotundity requisite requirement re: reappointment.
road-tested, roadworthy redeem reapportion routed role.
reprehensible reassignment rapidly recognizes response.
rife rampage removes respectability - respect.
responsible roused restitution refuted.
risky resultant reconnoitering runaway railroad reverberates rivalry.
reflexive ramrod reaction reconfirms redoubling ridding revitalization.
reconfiguration realpolitik reinstates repudiation
rebooting Roosevelt regime reconsidered.
requisition requires resilient reseeding republic.
regrettable riley roars remorseless ribbing.
rare recount restoring recondite renown reprobate Rapunzel.
Republican representatives rejoice reclaiming reins
registering retarded romantic remains
re: Rastafarian revered reliquary rests!
Categories:
reliably, allusion, analogy, confusion, crazy,
Form:
Alliteration
In the land of the old gray mare
Six meters behind the lion’s sweet lair,
There was a gnarly raccoon who did up hair.
He took little money to be absolutely fair.
His hair styles did have a certain flair.
Disappointment in his work was really rare.
A haughty ant went in without a care.
The fashionable raccoon pointed out “your head is bare”.
The aunt huffed off mad, really on a tear.
I feel this story I can reliably share.
You see I was in there, sitting on a tiny stair.
The anger was wafting for hours in the air.
Please do not give me that condescending look, teddy bear.
You after all, are not even wearing underwear.
I urge you to tell this tale better, if you dare.
Categories:
reliably, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form:
Monorhyme
I’m gallant, sturdy, I’m reliably strong,
And I love being used every day.
I love being pulled, pushed and kicked by you,
And I love when you just turn away.
I’ll forever stand here patiently waiting for you,
I’ll wait here for you all my life.
And when you return, I love you slicing me up,
Cutting into me with your cold knife.
You leave me with those slices, those words of love,
Some also written in permanent ink.
You push your chewing gum hard onto my body,
I love that you don’t care what I think.
I’ve been here for you, loved you, most of your life,
I’ve seen you be quiet, happy, sad and a fool.
I’m proud to be ignored and used by you,
I’m your eternal wooden desk at your school.
Categories:
reliably, abuse, humor,
Form:
Quatrain
CUCUMBER PHILOSOPHY
Don’t smile, frown or in any way express emotion
Just gotta lie here and keep straight, green, stiff and shiny
Soldier cucumber on parade, dressed left with all my buddies
On display, under inspection
Civilians admire - some even touch.
Pretty women hold us up for their girlfriends
And make smutty jokes and comparisons about men
Or they squeeze us, pretending to think cucumber thoughts.
We stay at attention, reliably enduring surrogacy.
Wimpy men pick us up carelessly and toss us
Into the shopping trolley with their asparagus and dill
Children grab us for use as swords or clubs in their games
Then we get bruised and end up in the reject pile out in the trash
No way for a soldier to go
Good cucumbers die young
Our ideal end is like the samurai with a sharp blade
In a swift cut across the middle
Feel nothing, know nothing
And then be of service in a salad.
I don’t know but I’ve been told . . . . . . .
No cucumber wants to end up just old
Categories:
reliably, funny,
Form:
Free verse
Nature loves diversity
just as air abhors a vacuum.
Stability lives in staged apposition with diversity
as Yang predicts Yin,
as time moving stably forward
predicts time imagined more diversely
as the history of regeneratively slow-evolving Earth.
Stability, without conjoining diversity,
is a highly subjective attribution
when blanketed across a lifespan,
when covering a generation of interdependent lifespans,
even when defining a genetically stable species
across many re-stabilizing generations.
What is stable within a life
is what is reliably conserved,
like a heart beat,
and breathing,
digesting and eliminating,
consumer and producer functions,
economic and political forms of conserving balance,
cooperative survival of the best interdependence
more than competitive Win/Lose frictions,
or all thoughts and feelings of stability
disappear.
Conserving stability over a lifetime
is a highly subjective attribution,
perhaps too broad and sweeping,
too global and universal
too totalitarian
too elitist biased
to be more microscopically accurate
across any one lifespan.
For example,
the growth rate of an infant
could not be stably conserved
throughout an eight-decade human life span,
nor could the constant two-year old questions, Why?
conserve stability
in a four-decade middle-age climate
of chronic crisis
about half-empty ecopolitical ego-stability.
Adolescent adventures in gender-related competitions
over multigenerational cooperations
could not stably conserve
a marriage
or a nation
or a planet
across a regenerative trans-speciating lifespan
of co-domesticating creolization,
democratization of shared wisdom,
health,
wealth.
I wonder if conserving stability
of bilateral mind,
and centering on stability with diversity body
more likely matriarchal than patriarchal,
oriented toward health and safety
across eight positive WinWin regenerations,
at eight-decades of humane life,
facing immanent individual ego-death,
could already be conservatively stabilizing
in the bicameral mindbody
of an infant child,
or even a stuck in adolescent competitions
patriarchal-dominant
nation?
Categories:
reliably, destiny, earth, health, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
..........Please read part 1 and 2 first........
? What is the Quran about?
The Quran, the last revealed Word of God, is the prime source of every Muslim's faith and practice. It deals with all the subjects which concern us as human beings: wisdom, doctrine, worship, and law, but its basic theme is the relationship between God and His creatures. At the same time it provides guidelines for a just society, proper human conduct and an equitable economic system.
? Are there any other sacred sources?
Yes, the sunna, the practice and example of the Prophet, is the second authority for Muslims. A hadith is a reliably transmitted report of what the Prophet said, did, or approved. Belief in the sunna is part of the Islamic faith.
Examples of the Prophet's sayings
The Prophet said:
'God has no mercy on one who has no mercy for others.'
'None of you truly believes until he wishes for his brother what he wishes for himself.'
'Powerful is not he who knocks the other down, indeed powerful is he who controls himself in a fit of anger.'
? What do Muslims think about Jesus?
Muslims respect and revere Jesus, and await his Second Coming. They consider him one of the greatest of God's messengers to mankind. A Muslim never refers to him simply as 'Jesus', but always adds the phrase 'upon him be peace'. The Quran confirms his virgin birth (a chapter of the Quran is entitled 'Mary'), and Mary is considered the purest woman in all creation. The Quran describes the Annunciation as follows:
'Behold!' the Angel said, 'God has chosen you, and purified you, and chosen you above the women of all nations. O Mary, God gives you good news of a word from Him, whose name shall be the Messiah, Jesus son of Mary, honored in this world and the Hereafter, and one of those brought near to God. He shall speak to the people from his cradle and in maturity, and shall be of the righteous.'
She said: 'O my Lord! How shall I have a son when no man has touched me?' He said: 'Even so; God creates what He will. When He decrees a thing, He says to it, "Be!" and it is.' (Quran 3:42-47)
Jesus was born miraculously through the same power which had brought Adam into being without a father:
Truly, the likeness of Jesus with God is as the likeness of Adam. He created him of dust, and then said to him, 'Be!' and he was. (Quran 3:59)
During his prophetic mission Jesus performed many miracles.
Categories:
reliably, dedication, faith, religion, son,
Form:
(alternately titled: tongue in cheek humor
cuz the following hyperbole
from this pencil necked baby boomer
without intent to badmouth,
nor start unfounded rumor,
who chalks, i.e. attributes gobbledygook
to funny bone tumor).
Impossible mission maneuvering around
soiled clothes pile
floor to ceiling humongous mound
terse reply hopefully adequately sound
to convincingly doth explain
absent poet buried alive underground,
perhaps never heard and/or found
till 1-800 GOT JUNK uncovered
emaciated (lovely bones)
formerly Matthew Scott Harris
his remnants discovered
visa vis mastercard bloodhound.
No need to fret
(while guitar gently weeps),
just talk to who barkeeps
works long late hours, he oversleeps
thus best track him down,
without uttering peeps
please find out if he knows
anybody reliably housekeeps
maybe lady luck will
thru think magical realism
deliver sophisticated robot
harkening within outer limits
from twilight zone
hookin get the job done
in one fell swoop sweeps.
Meanwhile yours truly
tries to remain upbeat
despite being royally tricked
upon pledging his troth
haint cool wedded bliss
heavily perspiring courtesy ultraheat
smellbound by malodorous laundry
necessitating heavy amount
of clorox to pretreat
which I rather drink,
(and thank president Trump)
for sakes Pete!
Though the misses upholds
voluntarily cooking as wifely role indeed
worth commendable attention,
I do concede
and doth adequately buzzfeed
her hubby lest he
wither away to lovely bones
(well past due date
late to avoid
above mentioned outcome,
his (mine) corporeal
being well nigh freed,
thus complaint regarding
spindleshanks solved no knead
to strain skinny ankle muscles
and maintain self promise
holy matrimony, cuz
aye know weed
never remain married forever
as initially agreed.
Fickle finger of fate
hath spoken thru smelly
potential Superfund site
perhaps... not amazing how heaping pile
of unwashed laundry can create
ecological hazard, that warrants B44
one bedroom apartment condemned
management understandably irate
to withhold security deposit
nearly four years at Highland Manor
now ready for model
domestic counterpart to debate
with her better angels where to relocate.
Categories:
reliably, 12th grade, adventure, crazy,
Form:
Free verse
I reliably detect it in lush colors
Instigations from a distinct era
this sidereal day, the oscine didn't sing
conceivably it is squandered
In the cognitive hourglass
I scavenge for unmistakable echoes
We jumped off the rainbow
Dark stains hide beneath my lids
they stepped
on pure inner bliss
a single dormant desire dazzled
an emotional need whirling in a whirlwind
pearly flawless passion
the finest word of life: I love
Written: April 5th, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
reliably, analogy, appreciation, cheer up,
Form:
Free verse
We are on a unique journey to opine around God,
In a private chapel, mosque, or any schrod,
Notwithstanding outward, the conscious ego is lurking,
A kindred spirit that stays inside, and is murking.
Our inner selves should be set to the moral side,
Assuming that God's revelations we must find,
This is the rather proper thing we should believe,
The atman is uniquely the most foe risk deceive.
The inner self becomes an integral factor first,
The nominative pronouns "I" and "me" seem curst,
It is a particularly prevailing power in the world,
God is impossible for us to be reliably found.
Ego causes body and mind agony,
God is within yet has no holy anatomy.
Written: June 30th, 2022
Ego Shorn, Here Now Reborn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
reliably, analogy, appreciation, god,
Form:
Sonnet
I didn't ever mean to be
This kind of happy
In love
Enjoying life...
Reliably
I'd meant to be an artist
A musician, a poet
Reckless and poor
But I tired of hunger
And settled for more (or less)
Comfort
Regular hours and sleep
Contort my will
Deprive me of lunacy
To be the opposite
Of corrupted
Purified?
Sterilized
It's hard to tell
If this is fulfilling
It's just chill and slow
And the lows aren't so low
I just couldn't go on
Believing in nothing
With nothing
Paralyzed*
* - without you I'd die.
Categories:
reliably, art, growing up, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
February 9 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 1-4
Key Verse – Numbers 1:19 As the LORD commanded Moses, so he numbered them in the wilderness of Sinai.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY COMMANDER
Lord God, You are my Commander
Who moves me spiritually upward
Thank for letting me keep on marching forward
By Your grace, enabling me --- Your steward
So I can bravely surmount challenges, never retreating backward.
Lord God, You are my Commander
Who molds me with Your hand of perfection
Thank for calling me to belong to Your family’s possession
By Your mercy, upholding me --- Your child of divine adoption
So I can joyfully live in Your will, assured by Your protection.
Lord God, You are my Commander
Who ministers to me through Your tabernacle
Thank for pitching my standard upon Your oracle
By Your love, enclosing me --- Your saint to experience Your miracle
So I can peacefully stay in Your set purpose-pinnacle.
Lord God, You are my Commander
Who meets me in Your mount of worship
Thank for consecrating me in Your office for stewardship
By Your kindness, preserving me --- Your servant in Your fellowship
So I can willingly come nigh to You by virtue of Your friendship.
Lord God, You are my Commander
Who maximizes me of Your granted gifts in Your custody
Thank for bracing me up by Your truth-pillars so I can be biblically ready
By Your wisdom, enlightening me --- Your student against deceit’s malady
So I can surely share Your Word, reliably sturdy.
Lord God, You are my Commander
Who melts me of my guiltiness midst Your holiness
Thank for welcoming me through Your imputed righteousness
By Your justification, covering me --- Your ransomed with Your goodness
So I can devotedly serve You with my gratefulness.
Lord God, You are my Commander
Who mentors to me by Your guiding light
Thank for teaching me to work through Your ministerial might
By Your instruction, ordering me --- Your chosen to obey You with delight
So I can wholeheartedly finish my course toward rewarding celestial flight.
February 9, 2023
Categories:
reliably, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Across the valley, salted with the distant sands of the Sahara, I hear the raucous song of summer’s cicadas. As a counterpoint, dry Texas mesquite trees offer a sullen crack like old men requiring their Club Soda with lemon to clear their throat, burning with age. The sun, so often serenaded for its pink bloom of morning, it’s golden orb at noon and fiery red at sunset, today, in mid-July, does not move. My shadow, so reliably robust by late afternoon, deeply engraved on the stones and grasses of the Hill country, is so pale in this terrible light, that I begin to doubt my existence. And what if that existence was in doubt?
A wasp looping, dipping in a slim glaze of water
Brown leaves hanging loosely from branches
like the hot tongues of ranch dogs.
Lone Star flags rustle on their poles.
Lemonade glasses perspire.
The wasp in the birdbath loops,
dips, sips and dies.
Categories:
reliably, allegory, anxiety, day, environment,
Form:
Free verse
My handsome brown-skinned husband
was once again velvet-voiced complaining
just this morning
while I was staring
glaring at my overstuffed sock drawer,
"You are so consistently ambivalent
and reliably inconsistent
I have no idea what's coming next
from your lack of ******** direction.
You 'both-and' everything
hopelessly,
yet tirelessly,
looking for the perfectly balanced win-win
in a win-lose
eat or be eaten world.
I have no idea
what you would do without me."
Although I somewhat more hopefully resemble this remark
and I can see he is not not wrong,
or right,
totally dark or totally bright,
all his "either black or white"
left-brain dominance
does sound impatiently judgmental.
So, in an impulsive moment of ginger anger,
I respond
"You are so poor
you've never had two co-incidental thoughts
to rub together."
"Is that like a mixed metaphor
or something sinister
unpulled together?
Anyway, that sounds shockingly ungenerous
from win-win you."
"Sorry if I hurt your feelings."
"What feelings?"
"I think my question is
Which feelings did I hurt?"
"My feelings about personal wealth
and left-embodied with right-mind cooperative
win-win political health
to handle your dipolar co-arising appositions."
Maybe I'll go with one old dark sock
and one white privileged.
Categories:
reliably, games, health, humor, husband,
Form:
Free verse