Best Remarkable Poems
Salute to the woman who knows who she is
And why she is who she is
A powerful being
Once thrown into a deep end of the ocean
But swam her way back to shore
She never stops moving forward
Nothing can ever pull her backwards
Such a brave warrior
Shout out to the Superwoman
Determined to change the status quo
Because she feels the need to do so
Just like an eagle
She soars higher and higher
As the wind blows stronger
She does not let anything deter her
From reaching another level in life
Thumbs up to an amazing woman
A great force to be reckoned with
That committed Mother on the street
Who trades from sunrise to sunset
Trying to make ends meet
Oh, she has a heart so big!
Being mindful that come snow or sunshine
She has mouths to feed
I revere this gifted woman
Who uses her creativity
To make an impact in society
Despite the uniqueness of her talent
She remains a trendsetter
It could be the potter in whose hands clay becomes magic
The miner who touches gold, before it even gets sold to the markets
Or the strategist who sits in high-level meetings, making sure organizations do not collapse
A special mention to the special woman
Who chooses not to give up
She understands that others look up to her
The smart lady out there, with a clear vision
She makes things happen for her family, community and the world at large
She deserves a badge of honour
Because she is remarkable!
You are remarkable.
It shows in all your ways.
You're kind and you're considerate.
You brighten someone's days.
You think about important things.
You're careful with your thoughts.
Not shallow, vain or idle,
You're special just because,
You deeply care for others.
You're wise and try to help.
You offer help and hope to folks.
Not pre-occupied with self.
You don't bad mouth your neighbor,
Don't let problems hold you back.
You believe in possibilities.
You never turn your back,
On anything unfinished.
Folks like you are few.
You make good things happen,
Just by being you.
A Remarkable Occurrence in an Unknown Location Witnessed by a Handful of Beings
Who Most People Say Don't Exist
There's a place that no human has seen
In the depths of a forest, pristine.
In a range called "Cascades,"
A great shyness pervades
In the lair of the Sasquatches' queen.
An event will be soon taking place
Of import to the whole Sasquatch race.
In a dimly lit cave,
Mrs. Squatch, being brave,
Has a look of concern on her face.
All six Sasquatches came here to meet,
And behold the new face they will greet.
Finally, it begins.
The queen gives birth to twins.
In existance are now eight Bigfeet!
Bees are fragile but remarkable insects;
too painful are their stings
and they buzz constantly,
'though they make sweet honey...
oh, these small insects delight our palates!
She is so exquisite
Even without make-up on her face
She is exceptional
Even if she lets others seem important
She is selfless
Even when the selfish surround her
She offers a lot of love
Even so, she needs it often
She has a big heart
Even though she appears small
She lets others belong
But she longs to be appreciated
She adds value
Despite her own worth being undermined
She is attentive
Nonetheless, no one pays attention to her needs
She is patient
No matter how long it takes she waits
She is giving
While no one could be willing to give
She is forgiving
Much as the worst was done against her
She is trusting
Albeit her trust was broken countless times
She is wise
In spite of being treated otherwise by some
She works hard
Notwithstanding that she requires rest
She is helpful
Yet, there is none to lend her a hand
She makes life seem easy
While going through difficult times herself
She stands by others
Although there is no one to stand by her
She chooses to be peaceful
Against being somehow provoked
She is calm
Undeterred by what is not
She is bold
In defiance of tough battles ahead
She shows bravery
Still in the presence of adversity
She is fearless
Though she may seem helpless
She is spirited
Contrary to attempts to bring her down
She is never destroyed
Irrespective of storms she faces sometimes
She keeps moving forward
Granting the hindrances along the way
She stands in the gap
And make things happen
She does not look down on others
Regardless of some doing so to her
She recognizes those who shielded her on rainy days
Whenever the sun shines upon her
She keeps on running her race
Because she knows for her, grace is abundant
She puts a smile on, always
Since prayer keeps her in the right place
She is an inspiration
A pioneer of transformation
Cheerleader for economic revolution
How the world adores such
A remarkable woman!
You’re truly unbeatable…
I’m so tired of living in fear
You’re remarkable…
And yet…I feel the total opposite…I wish hope would draw near…
You’re truly irreplaceable…
It’s so hectic outside…
You’re very vigilant and I’m very irritable
My eyes are sweating…I’m a coward by your side
You can call it jealousy
You can call me horrid names
You can call it envy
But, I look up to you… because you’re a better writer than I
Laura, promise me you’ll be by my side
I love you…though it feels like hope has dried
Don’t crumble me up…consider my voice…
I trust you…you’re like a best friend…but it’s your choice…
To leave me behind…
I know…it seems that I’m blind…
I’m greedy and your beauty shines on
Your writings amaze me…you are a lot of fun
You’re truly amazing
I’m, on the other hand, not a good enough poet
You’re so fascinating
And yet…I feel that we’re not on the same boat…and I know it…
And that’s not all of it…
You’re truly a genius
It’s so cold outside…I’m freezing out here
You’re very nice and full of greatness
My heart is beating profoundly…I’m a loner, wandering away in fear
You can call it jealousy…you can say that I’m weak
But, I respect you, Laura…I love you immensely
I love my whole family…they fill my heart with glee, not bleak
I don’t envy you…I appreciate your sympathy
Towards me
There stands in my yard a dogwood tree
That is a remarkable sight to see
Why it took several years for me
To grasp the grandeur of this fine tree
Is still somewhat of a mystery
We bought our house that sits by the lake
The yard looked like an awful mistake
Radical pruning, I had to make
Opening up a view to see the lake
The work it was not a piece of cake
My plan was to cut the dogwood down
But instead, I trimmed it all around
Then moved on to clearing other ground
A fortuitous choice I have found
For in the dogwood beauty abounds
In Spring it blooms pedals soft and white
Alabastrine beauty in morning light
Seen best when you pause to view the sight
Blooming beauty over a fortnight
Spectacular limbs when birds alight
Karl (Ray) Johnson, A Remarkable Man
The first time I met this remarkable man
I was just seventeen years old,
and as I stood to be introduced to him and stood until he said,
“Just don’t stand there, sit down” so I sat down with a bang as I was told.
Oh yes, he was rough and gruff in appearance
and all manner of his speech,
but he had a great deal going for him, knowledge and know how
that I’m pretty sure he was certainly able to teach.
The outward appearance of the early days
would also cause others to believe that he “sure’ is hard,
but the day that I saw him break down and cry when his dad died
broke for me that disguise.
Oh sure, he had a manner about him that was rough
but also a strength and a courage to,
and others found he had a heart of gold
especially those in need of his help there was nothing that he wouldn’t do.
We will miss this man, this courageous giver of himself
this worker for others he was,
and we will remember back at the funny things he did
like his saying, “What’s going on”? and we will think and want to pause.
The day of his memorial
what a testimony to this Ray for all of his deeds,
for many people came to honor where honor was due
a man, a husband, a father, and a brother to thank him for helping in their need.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
May 2017
Captain MacEvoy
Did hunt in corduroy
But the zipping kept on tipping off the game.
He never bagged a deer
For they could plainly hear
His trousers, loud and clear, as he took aim.
He never understood,
While hiding in the wood,
How deer could tell whenever he was nearing.
And they would jump for joy
That Captain MacEvoy
Was either daft or maybe hard of hearing.
It always was the same:
First he'd sight the game,
Then he'd nock the arrow on the string.
But when he drew the bow
The game would up and go
Before he could release the wretched thing.
Not one who surrenders,
He would wear suspenders
To keep his corduroys from falling down
For he was skin and bones,
The advertising tones
Having warned the prey for miles around
Till, starving half to death,
He put his bow to rest,
Pursuing agriculture to survive.
As a substitute
For his lifelong pursuit,
MacEvoy ate fruit to stay alive.
Yes, tired of being tortured,
The Captain bought an orchard
With every fruit and berry known to man.
But word soon got around
Of the harvest to be found
By every deer and hare throughout the land.
MacEvoy, defeated,
His skinny frame depleted,
Was more than his companion dog could bear.
Though God had designated
The canine voice abated,
The dog communicated, then and there:
“Unlike a bow and arrow,
Corduroy apparel
Has no business being in the thicket.
Perhaps a gabardine,
Preferably in green,
Silent and unseen would be the ticket.”
As his companion coached,
MacEvoy approached
The dining deer that grazed there, unaware,
And finally shot the menace
So with a pint of Guinness
The two of them ate venison and pear.
“Time is money
It’s a sign that you worked all night
A sense that you did everything right.
And a life sentence, that keeps you awake all night
Time is money
The longer you work, the efficient hours you’ll be paid,
And rewarded, with a raise
Time is money
Your time was never a possibility, but rather a probability
Of whether or not you’ll actually have a chance of remarkabilty
Or, a configuration to be paid, a way to end your hostilities
Time is money
Your debt was never meant to be paid, but to be made
Up until time is what never seems to be of aide
Time is money”
For this wondrous blessed adventure
My faith revisits divine stones’ feature
Commencing from great Creator’s gesture
for Eden garden’s functional posture.
Toward gem stones’ trip showcasing beauty
I behold them displayed with dignity
Adorning high priest of integrity
Twelve of them sparkled midst obscurity.
Along valley-battle where God’s might reigned
David’s stone prevailed; championship gained
Over Goliath’s force, haughtily stained
Proving the power of child-like trust, unfeigned.
Magnificent upon the holy land
Flashing redemption encounters so grand
Chief corner stone* stays as foundation-stand
Saviour reaching-out by His loving hand.
The lively stones** midst revival-worship
Testified about the Lord’s leadership
Thanking Him for entrusted stewardship
While triumphing in His gracious kingship.
Finally, my heart sings with blest praise-delight
Enthralled by precious stones*** before my sight
New heaven and new earth radiantly bright
Where Jesus Christ is forever the light!
*Ephesians 2:20 And are built upon the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Jesus Christ himself being the chief corner stone.
**1Peter 2:5 Ye also, as lively stones, are built up a spiritual house, an holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices, acceptable to God by Jesus Christ.
***Revelation 21:19 And the foundations of the wall of the city were garnished with all manner of precious stones…
August 11, 2021
10th place, "STONES" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco; judged on 8/14/2021.
Descending into madness, drop by drop,
The senses dulled till mindless, naught perceived.
A subtle slide that ne’er rests ‘gainst a stop,
Till bottoming, the soul is much aggrieved.
No purchase then, when fingers claw the wall,
Attempting to escape the self-induced,
And were to gain a step, would surely fall,
Returning to his vomit, still seduced.
Contrite, one might assume a posture prone,
Not rage, with shaking fist against the sky.
To plead, to beg, be at a mercy thrown,
Resigned at last, not proud, with head held high.
The more remarkable, on face of it:
A hand lent down, redeeming from the pit.
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for the A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
sponsored by Brian Strand
written on 06/15/2022
All the kisses and all the hugs
cannot replace a mother's love.
Unconditional is this gift she gives.
Her love bestowal will never wane
on the brightest days or during the darkest rain.
Remarkable, the women that become our mothers.
Thank, the heaven above for a mother's enduring love.
I am praying for an eternal silence,
Your loudest move is just another offence.
I have been open to you for the longest period,
The interpretation you want to pursue is just making you an idiot.
I have never been so close to a clown,
I have never felt so wilfully drowned,
I cannot express the audacity to call you an unthinkable pride,
I cannot have the gratitude to be your undying guide.
I want to lead a life of the fullest norms,
You are just an unknown necessity that I have always seen in silly worms.
You are full of loquacity,
I am nothing to your pertinacity.
You want to judge the desecrated smile of Monalisa,
I want you to draw a similar structure on your countenance.
Everyone might be perplexed,
I don't want you to be suppressed.
You might not be a cenotaph of the transparent authority,
I don't want you to be that bargained mendacity.
I want you to walk through a thousand rivers,
To me, this river Life is nothing but a remarkable caricature.
What's it all about through the braided influx in time?
Caged rats in heightened skull crossbones borrowed orchards in abode
Remarkable
Shadows in derisons we made our final abode
No one knows & cares
Through an episode done in my hair all is fair
Skulls & crossbones...
Loose cannons dried out on the river Styx
Shades of grass proned to great silence amidst
Silence
Overhead
The eagle soars at the impulse of time
Love in the midst of timeless fabrication
Negate the laughter a velvet gathering of angelic creatures
Evil loose beings crazed as bats in their cage
Loose cannons along life's peril attempt
Stone mouments in timeless features
Fought back the inner pain within its silent text
Another time & another place we will forget?