Best Relight Poems
Living Truth
Ancient guides of venerated truth
Stumble through numb spiritual graveyards
Where truth casts its shadow in chiseled words,
A signature of affection,
On moss bathed alabaster stones that once
Gleamed in treasures of veracity,
Autographed insights of the ancient sages
Screams out the litany of wisdom
Then begs, like balm, the insomniac unconscious heart
To intone a resurrection,
A living trove of living verbs in action
Breaking from the bondage of a chrysalis redecorated
With raw promises to shake off stagnation,
Relight the lantern star of the eternal spring’s veracity
Springing into actions that rise from stone inertia
Insight’s revelation releases a new song of songs
Truth that lives anew –
That propels the quest of new a-ha’s
That plants new reasons for renewed actions
In the waiting heart embraced.
5-3-22
Contest: Our Truth
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
1st Place Our Truth
Don't turn on the lights
come back to bed
just, show me your soul
and every feeling unsaid
Let's start our future
come fill this night
you make things clearer
when you're holding me tight
The moon up above is lending her light
The stars are aligning, shining, ever so bright
A warm breeze is blowing through your soft silky hair
You're my picture of beauty as you stand over there
Come whisper your secrets
as I call out your name
bring me some comfort
and relight my flame
Don't leave for a minute
please hold my heart
together we're perfect
let's give love a start
Come be my future
come be my wife
come walk beside me
come share my life
Don't turn on the lights
come back to bed
just, show me your soul
and every feeling unsaid
Don't turn on the lights
The winds here.
It's come to whisper secrets
And blow my words all to the grounds.
There go all my papers,
They never had a reason or rhyme.
I'm wishing you would call me
And spare me a short story,
I can't seem to find the mind to like any of mine.
I'll hit you with a sarcastic punch line
And leave you with a black eye of regret.
Maybe one day
You'll be ready
To start just what you said.
Maybe one day
You'll be ready
To start just what you said.
I hope it never ends.
I'm here.
I'm burning like a birthday candle;
Blow me out and make a wish.
Oh so now you're not happy here.
I can't just relight myself, you can try again next year.
She's wishing that I would stop my writing,
But that's not what I like and I strike twice like lightning.
And the lighting doesn't help the situation.
It's cold in here and she's wearing my good sweater.
I start to feel a bit better when I get it back and it smells like her.
Maybe one day
You'll be ready
To start just what you said.
Maybe one day
You'll be ready
To start just what you said,
My favorite loving friend.
And you know that all my works about you
And all my doubts about you,
You know it never ends, you know it never ends.
And she hates every one of my songs,
But I can't be in the wrong.
Stop hanging on a chorus.
I didn't know that you were so porous
And that I could sink in so deep.
I really should sing with a disclaimer.
She hates all of my songs but can you blame her,
Can you blame her?
Maybe one day
You'll be ready
To start just what you said.
Maybe one day
You'll be ready
To start just what you said,
My favorite loving friend.
I hope it never ends,
I hope it never ends.
I was lost within my life, I could not find my way
My days had no direction, my path had gone astray
I dreaded my tomorrows, with distain I viewed my past
Each time I tried to rise above, my aspirations dashed
I felt I had no where to turn, no one to understand
No where that I could find some peace, til God reached out his hand
Through Him I found the love I need, He offered forth the spark
To relight a single candle that led me from the dark
I leaned on Him and asked Him to help me to prepare
For whatever was before me, I asked "will you take me there?
Will you guide my footsteps, Will you lift me if I fall
If my life is fraught with hardships, will you be there if I call"?
"My child" he said, "I've given you the tools that you will need
Your power lies within you to go forth and spread your seed
Life will not be easy, you'll reap only what you've sown
But if you keep me in your heart, you'll never walk alone"
"Remember things that happen are seldom as we planned
The trials that we are given are like footprints in the sand
Filled in by the tides of time, longevity they lack
Embrace the life that lies ahead, instead of looking back"
Bob Quigley
If there remains the slightest breath of warmth in an ember
let it be tendered with care
so that it may begin to brighten-
then burst forth into a dancing flame
stepping up to illuminate desires
once thought lost, cooled by insensitive means
Let it relight the way through the chamber door
and burn brightly for ever more
THE LIGHT HOUSE
The shimmering white beacon off the shores
Of Marble-head, let it's flickering light shine again,
In restorations amber glow of hope.
For are we not the custodians of our own history.
Allow us to relight the spark, igniting the flames
Kindling, a tinderbox of explosive force,
To expose our historical past for others to enjoy.
Than shall we not pass the torch forward.
It is up to us, to save legacy's heritage,
For the future generations to come.
Crumbling monument’s cry out to be
Remembered, times cruel weathering, does
Ascend tearing at the walls of mortar,
And chipping at the layers of paint.
Can we not lend a helping hand, to aid in
Such a worthy cause, to preserve our past.
Allow us as human beings, the keepers of
The lighthouse, to fuel the fire for preservation.
Let us leave a historical landmark, a piece of
The past worthy of saving, to be restored.
Hand-N-Hand, brick by brick, layers of
Humanities historical records need
Preservation reclamation.
It is a proclamations that should be heard,
For prosperity's sake alone.
Rise up Toledo-ans, see the torch light from
Afar distant island, let not this flame be
Stamped out, or fade away.
No not here in the grand state of Ohio,
In the light house, off Sandusky Bay,
Shall it's rays of brilliance shine again.
Against the Lake Erie waters, standing
Tall, as a beacons light of hope,
For future generations to come.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
It doesn’t take much to make me smile,
Little things to me have never quite gone out of style.
Simple things, like a child at play,
Are one of many, many things that can brighten my day.
Watching a dad teach his child to ride a bike,
Are indelible moments that I cherish and like,
What about a dog in a game of fetch?
Such delightful scenes as the puppy is anxious in this game of catch.
Seeing two young boys who have realized they have become the best of friends.
Brings back golden memories to a time I wish would never end.
Memories of life are like candles we relight every now and then,
They can brighten up our days and take us back to better times and places we’ve already
been.
When I feel low I just close my eyes and let God choose the page,
And start traveling back to happier times as the world becomes my stage.
Then I can face the world with renewed strength and added peace,
As each new day I try to add more memories so my happiness will never cease.
If you could rewind time,
would you choose me again?
Or, trade your yesterdays
for less anguish and pain.
As today fades from view,
let's welcome tomorrow.
And think of the future;
not dwell on past sorrow.
Love's candle remains lit,
yet it's now flickering.
And it's all due to our
fighting and bickering.
There's still enough spark to
relight passion's flame.
And we've too much to lose
not to restart the game.
Let's fall in love once more,
like we did at the start.
And reaffirm our love,
while we still share one heart.
There's so many different types of friendships
But there is a rare friendship out there
We found it
We didn't expect it
But I am so glad we had this friendship
Are friendship is a friendship flame
Its where your friendship has a little flame
Its the only friendship that runs deep and leaves scaring to
As we laughed together
As we made jokes with each other
We were making a friendship flame...which is an unreplaceable friendship
I had found this friendship flame
At the right time of my life
As my life....as my life felt like there was no more meaning to it
You showed up and made my darkest time in my life
A light gray instead of a black space with no return
That's what a friendship flame dose
Even though you were unreplaceable
I found myself in this really dark world
When you had taken your last breath
I didn't know what to do
I couldn't call you
You couldn't make it any better for me
With your last breath
The friendship flame had....had gone out
Leaving me in the dark
Leaving me with the smell of smoke
I'm struggling to try and relight the fire
Getting very tired
These tears wont stop
Then it hit me hard
You left me....when you did
Are friendship flame had went out to
Are friendship flame died with you
Both so unreplaceable
It's still smoothing today
It always will
It left a scare on my heart from it
That's the friendship flame.... that's so unreplaceable
Take me deep into the night
Give your soul felt feelings sight
Comfort me, make my heart light
As I embrace your vocal plight
Sitting alone in my bedroom chair
Forgetting all of my worldly cares
Close my eyes, you're standing there
Disrobing my conscience, completely bare
In your voice I feel your pain
Food for thought left not in vain
Telling my story in each refrain
There are no rules to this sad game
Carry me to our special place
Strum your words across my face
Dry my tears, leave not a trace
Revive those dreams I've laid to waste
You're the one I always choose
I can relate, I've worn those shoes
When daily life starts to confuse
You heal me while you sing the blues
Strike your match, relight my flame
Enrich my life, relieve the strain
You left too soon, It's such a shame
Rest in peace, Sweet Etta James
an originaal poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
What do I want, you asked one night,
And now I shall answer you.
I want to see your eyes shine so bright,
As together, as one, we move.
You turned to me, beneath the dark,
You asked what I desire.
I desire you to leave your mark,
And relight the smouldering fire.
What do I need, you questioned me,
And now I think I know.
I need your body to cherish me,
And together, wherever, forever, we will go.
What am I looking for, your soft voice spoke,
And I for once was stuck.
I am looking for you to be eternally stroked,
And embraced with healing love.
What do I want from you, you asked,
And I knew how to answer.
I want this love never to be masked,
And to stay with us like a cancer.
I want your body, twisted round mine,
I want your lips to taste,
I want your hands, finding mine in time,
I want your arms around my waist.
I long for you in the evening light,
I want to feel your touch.
I wish to make love to you at night,
Is that asking for too much?
I desire to see your face at dawn,
I need to hear you moan.
I need you to wake beside me at morn,
And for you to be my own.
Youth is Gone
By Franklin Price
3/30/2017
Youth is gone forever, and is never to return.
No matter how we wish it, a sorcerer's spell to yearn.
Sneaks up on us quite stealthily and quickly races by
With just the turning of a head and the blinking of an eye.
Although we wish for it again, forever it is gone
We are, what we lived life to be; a king or simple pawn.
The cards were dealt, the dice were tossed, the roulette wheel was spun.
We've walked the winding path of life, have, at times, both lost and won.
Were we good, or were we bad, did we help one another?
Did we raise a helping hand, to our sister and our brother?
Did we raise a family who respects their fellow man?
Can we look back proudly on our steps within the sand?
Even with some age on us, we have not reached the end.
We can still contribute to the world and to a friend.
It's not too late for us to change, if we're not who we like.
We can tell the bad in us to go and take a hike
Relight the light that lit your way from youth to age's hill
It may be a little tough, you can do it if you will.
Place your torch atop the hill, on the darkest sea to shine;
A guiding light for others who may follow in your line.
Although your youth is gone, and you're longer in the tooth,
Show you've learned diplomacy and a little bit of couth
Hug shoulders of both friend and foe and lend a helping hand
And the young and old together can help mend a broken land
What does it mean
‘inherit the world’
To receive on a silver platter
Our parent’s throwaways
Mountains of Styrofoam
Drenched with acid rain
Soon the only trees will be
On display in glass cases
‘Take this world and make it better’
They throw us the torch
But the flame is gone
Already extinguished
They want us to revolutionize
To recreate the fervor or the sixties
But don’t they realize –
We are the same as them.
We will smoke ourselves
Into a stupor
We will lose our
Youthful optimism
And sell out, drive miatas
Look to our children
As a means to our salvation
How can you change a world
Caught in a cycle of
Vision fading into desire
It is an impossible challenge
To slow the disintegration of
Our revolving orb –
To make the world a better place,
For our children,
But
I am full of youth and vigor
I have boundless, groundless faith
I will take up the torch
And relight it
I will finish what I start.
Death will be the only obstacle
I will not overcome.
The lantern saga.
My friend and I were gorgeous; it was a visit to my would-be in-law’s house.
My mocked decency and decorum were high,my gaiety and impressario at peak.
My love got us seat in a room prepared for our visit,a kerosine lantern lit our stay.
‘‘ Shall I bring the food ?’’, she quested ; ‘‘ I don’t know of my friend,as for me I
will not eat.’’, I replied shyly but sharply. ‘‘ Eat even if only small,I needn’t ask your
friend.’’ She replied. So the table was set and the eating commenced.
As we were eating air extinguished the lantern; I noticed my fiancee take the lantern
to relight,then I quickly moved closer to my friend and whispered; ‘‘when the light
went off I was seriously rushing the food like pig’’. ‘‘You don’t have to, I prepared
all for your visit, I can still add more if you so wished’’,replied my fiancee. What a
hell ! I felt like the ground should quake and swallow me up. He returned with the
burning lantern.
Contest : Angel of The odd.
Sponsor : Craig Cornish.
Date : 15/2/14.
intelligence diverge upon starlight
shrouded in extrubiant relight
candles melter in resplendent swelter
i belt out a belting belter
wax drip drop drips on burned lips
swinging out swingsets from smashed and cracked hips
meow woof howl
digging in the sky with a trowel
drppng vry sngl vwl
oi ee ie oe
the end..................................again