Best Reserved Poems
A blessed soil which perspires cashews and coughs out black pepper,
its global banner of rice is raised so high
which is only beaten by one.
Specializing in the juices of the commonest limbless reptile
with cuisines highly recommended by the parliaments of health.
From dragons to birds;
the turtle to the horse;
the minds of its people have well been bonded to these,
making historians marvel at which exactly
helped in denting the American military pride.
The important key
timeless - forever in bloom
Like a special warm feeling
in geometric shapes
Aluminum and stainless metal
in this complicated world
Tomorrow's key and tonight's lock -
The door is my heart's face
and inside there are several rooms
One of the rooms is reserved for you
Literally, the key is yours
04/11/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Metaphor of Love Poetry Contest
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Nature tamed, organised, tidied and serving
Consummately sanitised for human consumption
Nature bent unnaturally to suit the human nature
Every pretty maid and ducks…in a row
Florid facilities for townsfolk to fantasise
Looking without seeing, treading without looking
Stepping upon the very thing that they seek
Nature expertly hidden to create rustic bliss
The gravel path isolates shoe from dirt to avert mess
A discreet suggestion to look but don’t touch
Controlled decay, stage managed for impact and effect
Nature has been preserved…in a human natured sort of way
Such a glorious grace of diva
Limitless is her divine aura
Poets compete to verse on her
For she is a presiding Lord of flora
A beauty with brains in tons
Besides being Lord Goddess Arora
Blue gets fixed precisely such
As her drape is like anaphora
Who is she-the enchanting one!
Of course it’s hypophora
Is she a seductress or temptress!
I am sure not less than Tamara
Winsome mien and gorgeous grin
Looks just stunning in coat angora
Wherever she is my lady luck
May she’s all laurels like Laura
A super woman so beautiful
And enamouring in this era..!!
Kissing in the Afternoon is a luxury reserved for those in relationships
Kissing in the Afternoon is a luxury reserved for those in relationships the kind of luxury that make you feel special as I sit trying not to regurgitate my lunch while looking at you on the bus.
Is this sudden sickness due to the swerving of the bus down this busy Manchester route or is this the pure and utter jealousy at seeing someone else receive this afternoon treat?
Well it would be if your boyfriend was remotely attractive
People, here as we tend to glance about,
we find ourselves gathered this Summer's day.
For there isn't a speckle of genuine doubt
that blue sorrow still lingers here today.
Yes, therein the hearts of many does it so,
tho' yet it's onwards which we shall all go,
go within memory's realm to reflect
and seize a memory or two from the
volts to recall good men in such respect;
forgetting not Jonas nor Anthony.
Today, let's remember them a tad more
when good-times re-play in vivid color.
Individuals will recall and share
as others recollect therein silence.
For all whom so choose to display such care
via their attendance do so of love, hence,
such hearts do search, such memory's do jog.
Let us advance our walks therefrom woe's fog!
A day reserved thereof their remembrances
where Kindred and Friends show such reverences.
Reserved
By Feo.
In a bar on Avenue A, on the television screen a woman is giving head,
There's couples everywhere, affectionate couples, kissing and drinking together,
I'm at the bar alone waiting for someone who never shows up,
Standing out, cause I'm a writer,
2 minutes I'm told,
Drinking alone, might as well drink at home,
The **** on the screen is old vaudeville and sideburns,
Anarchy in the jukebox, anarchy in my drink,
The bartenders night was made by a regular and company,
I write poems at bars and wait for no company,
Surrounded on the weekend, doing what I could have done alone,
I can't write alone, it's a habit not yet developed,
I'm a habit who tips well.
I try to pretend to be hard.
Cold, made of steel.
I wrestle with my silence.
Refuse to show emotions.
I lock my heart away.
I crush down what feelings may come my way.
There is a weakness that lives inside of me.
The pure hearts can only see.
They see so deep inside of me that I cannot hide away.
They smell it in the air.
They see it in my eyes.
They feel my heartbeat when I do not look away.
To the human eye is where it shies away.
Lost in humor or sarcasm.
Trying to run away.
What my soul so wishes my heart to have I block away.
When the pains of loneliness comes my way.
I lose myself, numbing senses.
Slowly the pain fades away.
I cannot say the words to you that have a meaning.
Even if it is felt so deep within.
Once said it's as though things will go asunder.
One begins to wonder what lies within that simple phrase.
So do not take my silence as a reference.
It is my defense, my walls holding its place.
I do not know where all this will lead.
I do not know what will become.
I know we share a unique connection.
Behind my walls, behind my secret door.
Be rest assured you will have a haven.
Know that there in my heart lies a reserved place.
Preserved for all time.
Stored till the end of time.
What kind of blessing you hold for me that requires so many tears shed upon a pillow so inviting too me. She find it within the midst of her day, she was stolen somehow by pain, a chapter to chaos, ending in peace let's move on. What kind of a blessing you bestow upon me, that requires so many tears? As if she needed pain, as IT needed her? No she needed IT too push her ALL the ways through. What? What kind of blessing you have for me that is so certain, it's angers the beast? Was I chosen Lord too bear painful fruit, but fruit ripped and picked to be blessed. So she shed tears, most time overflow but she remains kept, protected, cared for, loved, ALWAYS in the spirit. ??
Venusian being the damsel here
Gives me amiable vibes clear
Ever in need of the words anew
To extoll the diva in my view
For changing is her super mien
In every week valorous I mean
Attire is made of Austrian glass
She is the belle and full of class
When moves spreads the scent
As if she is from heavens sent
Made by God in utmost leisure
And His divine perfect pleasure
Are you an angel from heaven?
An enamouring enchantress even..!!
feelings die
tears dry
no matter
still do we cry
not upset
no regret
wonder why
still eyes are wet
broken chain
forgotten pain
long set
sill makes them rain
moments flee
desires free
filled again
the silent sea
strong defends
heart mends
yet the
long held patience ends
moved whatsoever
forced endeavor
yet stagnant
for ever and ever
God Reserved
It always is best to be involved
Before you die and are dissolved;
Writing poems in my life take the lead;
After you read them will have agreed.
Then was when I soon started to realize
My surprise would be winning a prize
And then to the fact became resigned;
God had put His poems into my mind.
Poet Laureate later will become one day
And when I die a wreath they will lay
In front of monument that they made,
As into past my presence started to fade.
High in heaven found a new habitat
For all of us humans and now that
After receiving earthly things I deserved,
A place in heaven for me God reserved.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
If you were reserved, like a chair
And only The King could sit there
Marked off, strictly just for his use
Would you reassign yourself for abuse?
The truth is that you are sanctified
Set apart just for Him like the tithe
Though the tenth is His own, every dime
Can be misused, misspent, or denied
You are holy by the blood of The King
Not, because, if, or when, anything!
But to be holy you must take it by force
And see reserved for The King enforced
So see yourself pure, don’t be sinning
Don’t give up the fight and the winning
For His purpose your vessel was chosen
What He owns is not tarnished but golden
You are sanctified, His earthen vessel
But to be sanctified you must wrestle
When you see what’s been done by the blood
What you are, you will be, you’ll have won
Cafe shade rights reserved
This café serves in summertime,
Flowers abloom,
There’s always a cup on the table,
Atleast one chair in the room
The artist walks in,
twirling soon,
Picture menu,
choices too
The cakegirl walks in,
A cart full of plates,
Place an order,
Out of my case
The brewer walks in,
Assorted oohs,
Water vapor,
Such a booze
The musician walks in,
Hummingbird rues,
Silently standing,
Thinks of a spoon
The suited lawyer walks in,
Dignified,
Ahem’s the selection,
Pays from the shoes
The animated student walks in,
No class today,
Switching choices,
Playing voices
The whiz kid walks in,
Knew this would too,
Loves the discount,
Blinds all goons
The farmer walks in,
Wearing shoes,
Orders a coffee,
Nothing attuned
The bus driver walks in,
What a sale,
Rush the order,
Watch the hail
A royal pain(ter) walks in,
No complains,
Sits and relaxes,
In the breeze.
Make Sure Seat Reserved
For skies to be friendly,
Should be old and spindly;
One day body is preserved,
So make sure seat is reserved;
Or friendly, sky may not find to be.
That guy was 69 years old.
Will the case rest after his
head hit the head rest?
Jim Horn